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deeply-unserious-fellow · 3 months

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I've seen a lot of people comparing Huskerdust to a healthy version of Stolitz and it's kinda got me thinking... Staticmoth as the evil fucked up version of Fizzmodeus.

THINK ABOUT IT!!!!! The parallels between Val and Ozzie are obvious. Like that man wants to be Ozzie so bad it's insane, from the way he dresses to the way he decorates to straight up OWNING A ROBO FIZZ, Val clearly wishes he was the embodiment of Lust. But are there parallels between Vox and Fizz? Actually, surprisingly yeah. They're both showmen, like aggressively so. They're very public figures, with their face all over every product in Hell(albeit Vox is doing it a lot more purposefully then Fizz). Fizz's antagonism towards Blitzø is actually pretty reminiscent of Vox's towards Alastor(except Fizz and Blitzø have a lot more baggage lmao), and they even share some aesthetic similarities! Specifically the colors of Fizz's robotic limbs matching Vox's overall color scheme. Which speaking of robots, that's probably their biggest similarity overall: they're both partially made of technology. I hesitate to say cyborg because Idk how much that applies to Vox, since object heads aren't typically classified as cyborgs as far as I know, and we don't actually know how much of Vox is organic(also cyborg is just one of those words I have an inexplicable dislike of Idk-), but like. Think cyborg I guess. Like Vox is a LOT more of a dick and probably doesn't have a very tragic backstory? Maybe? Unclear. But the similarities are undeniable.

Okay, now that individual parallels are out of the way, how could their relationship to eachother parallel Fizzmodeus? Starting with baseline aesthetics: they got the height difference. It's not as dramatic as Fizz and Ozzie's but TO BE FAIR, Huskerdust are the same way(their height difference is obvious, but not as massive as Blitzø and Stolas'). Staticmoth is also very buisness-partners-with-benefits and some hints at deeper feelings, which is how we were introduced to Fizzmodeus. I don't think Val and Vox feel the need to hide their romantic feelings? But tbh it could go either way we haven't seen much of their dynamic yet. That's kinda where the similarities I could spot find because see previous sentence, so let's move onto the differences!

I think a good way to breakdown what makes Staticmoth toxic Fizzmodeus is actually by bringing Alastor and Blitzø back in to compare and contrast how Val handles Vox's rivalry with how Ozzie handles Fizz's. In Radio Killed the Video Star, the only reason Val tells Vox that Alastor is at the hotel is to piss him off. He clearly enjoys Vox's reaction, and keeps egging him on. Teasing him about it. Which like, friendly teasing between partners is well and good, but Val is clearly just doing it cause he wants to see a fight and doesn't care about how distressed Vox is about this. Vox goes off on his own and sings a fuckin banger, gets publically humiliated, causes a massive blackout. Val doesn't really do shit to help him out, just kinda sits there and. Idk watches? Unclear what the other Vees are actually doing because most of Stayed Gone takes place in funny TV land where Vox is capable of bending reality to his whim for the sake of visual interest. But what Val is actively doing during the musical number isn't important so who cares. What's important is that he egged Vox on, convinced him that confronting Alastor right then was a good idea, and then just sat back as Vox got so pissed off he had a meltdown. Which I SWEAR I'm not trying to dramatize this scene it just sounds really fucking bad when you write it all down from this perspective. I think it's also worth noting that all of this is DIRECTLY AFTER Vox did the exact opposite for Val, calming him down so he doesn't make a fool of himself in public.

Meanwhile compare that to how Ozzie handles Fizz and Blitzø's relationship. During House of Asmodeus, once Fizz realizes Blitzø is there, he starts publically roasting him about how shitty his love life is. Ozzie encourages him, and even gives him a little congratualtions in the background when Verosika joins in for changing the subject, but the difference here is that House of Asmodeus takes place in a much more controlled environment, so it's less likely either of them will have to face consequences for being assholes. There's also how Ozzie's encouragement is just a lot more genuine. Like "yeah babe, go insult that guy who traumatized and abandoned you whoo!" rather then "hey hey look there's that guy you hate. You should go fight with him lmao show him who's boss." Then there's the ending. At the end of both Stayed Gone and House of Asmodeus, Vox and Fizz eat shit and die. Don't worry they're both fine like immediately after, but while in House of Asmodeus Ozzie immediately rushes over to Fizz to make sure okay, we uh. Do not see Vox interact with anybody but Alastor in the direct aftermath of his eating shit and dying, which is fair because he's in his weird little gamer cave. Then we skip straight to the Vees having a meeting to decide what they're gonna do about Alastor, and we don't really know what any of them were doing in the interim between the end of Stayed Gone and the meeting, so uh this part of the comparison kinda falls flat. But again something worth noting is that Val just straight up. Does not care about Alastor during the meeting scene. He's sitting there bedazzling his fucking gun BY HAND with school glue and rhinestones, not even paying attention to the meeting, despite being the one to get Vox all riled up about Alastor IN THE FIRST PLACE.

In short: Val encourages Vox to fight Alastor without thinking it through, doesn't bother to help out during the actual fight, and then immediately stops caring the moment the fights over. Meanwhile Ozzie, while encouraging Fizz to pick on Blitzø, backs him up the whole time, and while still supportive of his boyfriend, doesn't actively encourage Fizz to do things that would get him hurt. Ozzie also supports Fizz by refusing to let Blitzø have an Asmodean crystal because he knows Fizz wouldn't like it! Which is the exact opposite of pissing your partner off on purpose so you can watch a fight!!! And if that isn't enough evidence for you, then uh. I guess you could compare how Val treats... just everybody around him, really, with how Ozzie does(but that's more individual character analysis than relationship analysis). Or you could talk about how fed up with Val's shit Vox clearly is in comparison to the mutual support of Fizzmodeus. Or how. Val throws a glass at Vox. And breaks his phone. And then Vox has to scream in his face to get him to listen-

Idk how to end this so uh. DEMON ATTACK RAH!!! 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin vox #hazbin valentino #staticmoth #fizzarolli #helluva asmodeus #helluva ozzie #fizzmodeus #fizzerozzie #late night ramblings #gal overanalyzes random shit

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ruggiethethuggie · 3 months

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POST GAME || Ruggie Bucchi

wc: 1009 tags: ruggie bucchi, fem!reader only because reader is referenced as a “girl” in a boys locker room, established relationship because i said so, ruggie post game after a win, rugbert is cheeky as always, he also likes kpop because why not, slightly suggestive, never proofread- we type and upload

a/n: i sat for an hour in an unstable mental state after seeing this ruggie bucchi card. yana put her whole ass into this card. me thinks yana has a secret favorite, i mean have you seen ruggie's ssr cards ??? bangers

You tapped your phone screen once more, checking the time. It had been at least 20 minutes since the spelldrive match had ended and the NRC team had gone back to their locker room. You were trying to be patient, but it was killing you how long your boyfriend was taking. One after one, the team started to leave, but there was no sign of your biscuit brown, tousled-haired beau. You checked your phone one last time before you huffed and pushed past the entrance doors. You made your way past the short hallway of lockers into the open space where only a few team members remained, gathering their gear and belongings. Ruggie sat on the bench in the middle of the room.

He had already taken off his black athletic shirt and was in the process of taking off his cleats. He had music playing from his phone, feeling the rhythm and quietly singing to himself as he unstrapped his knee braces and put them in his bag. You stood there in front of him, hearing the sounds of the other lockers closing and the not so subtle whispers about a girl being in the boys’ locker room as the last of the team left for the night. You rested your hands on your hips and put on your best pouting face for him to see when he finally acknowledged you standing there. You watched as he continued to take his time removing each of his things and tucking them away in his bag. He softly changed his gaze to look at you, raised one eyebrow and grinned as he sang to you. “Baby, you a gangster, got my hands tied. Fallin’ for you deeper girl, I can’t lie. So sweet, like honey, honey.~ ”

“Ruggie, come on. It’s getting late and I want to go back to the dorms. It’s already cold and I’m tired,” you whined, grabbing his hand and tugging on it. “Honey, Honey, Honey, workin’ for you like a bee. Buzzin’ for you baby, baby. Tell me what you need. What you need, ha, you can say please,” he continued to serenade you with a look that on normal occasions would have you melting, but not at this moment. You dropped his hand harshly and lightly pinched one of his ears. “Hey, hey, those are sensitive,” he groaned before chuckling to himself and pulling out his normal everyday clothes from his bag. “And you’re tired? I forgot you just played in the match, my bad, chief.” He grabbed your hand back and pulled you onto his lap.

“Stop, you’re all sweaty and gross!” you exclaimed, clambering to get out of his grip. Your need to get away only made him pull you closer into his embrace. “But, I thought you liked this,” he snickered as he nuzzled his sweat soaked forehead on your shoulder. His eyes were beaming as he looked up at you, his fangs peaking through his mischievous grin. It was a hard sight to be upset at, and he knew that all too well. He knew you all too well. “Ruggie,” you whined again. “Say please, or we stay here all night,” he teased. “Please, Ruggie, hurry up,” you replied, your voice monotonous. His ears drooped a bit as he looked at you. “That doesn’t sound very sincere.”

“What? You want me to get on the floor and beg?” His ears perked up at your suggestion, which was supposed to be more of a rhetorical question. “Ruggie, I’m not getting on the floor and begging you to get undressed so we can go home.” You watched as his eyes trailed from your eyes to your lips and then back to your eyes. “You don’t want me undressed? I’m hurt. What do I do all this working out for then? For the boys?” he asked playfully. You lightly pushed him back and rolled your eyes. “You know what I mean. You’re still partially in your uniform and have to change. Don’t you think we should go home and rest? You guys just won another placement match, so you’ll want to be ready for the semifinals.”

“Yeah, yeah. We can go soon.” He moved you off his lap and onto the bench before standing up. He grabbed the hand towel that had been on the opposite side of him and used it to dry off the droplets of sweat on his face, neck, and chest before tossing it back on the bench. The locker room didn’t have much going on visually besides the random “team spirit” and “sportsmanship” posters hanging up on the walls behind a row of lockers. Ruggie was much more aesthetically pleasing to look at than them. You watched observantly as he searched his shirt for the tag so he put it on right, his forearm flexing every time his grip changed on the fabric. He pulled the shirt over his head, making sure to let his ears through first so they didn’t get tugged on.

He noticed you looking at his arms as he pulled his shirt down and straightened it out. “Don’t ogle me, weirdo.” He stood in front of you and leaned down to meet your eye level and placed one hand on either side of you. “Y’know, we did just win, and we don’t have to leave the locker rooms just yet.” Again, his fangy grin had you enamored as you felt your blood rushing to your face. You took the damp towel he had used previously and shoved it in his face between you both. “I wanna go home, Ruggie, please, you’re the one being a weirdo,” you teased playfully. “Yeah, okay, I’ll remember that. See if I share any of my snacks with you then,” he sighed as he ruffled his hair.

“Snacks?” you said intrigued. He bit his lip and shrugged as he grabbed his pants and walked off to the bathroom. “Ruggie, wait- are the snacks here??” you shouted to him. He just snickered as he closed the door without saying anything more.

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number1mingyustan · 7 months

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After Party ☾

rockstar!vernon x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, explicit smut, alcohol consumption, drug use (weed), established relationship, brief dry humping, oral (f. + m.), 69, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex (riding)

Summary: The afterparty is where the real memories are made

Word Count: 3.1k

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(a/n: literally wrote this whole high but i haven’t posted in so long so enjoy my loves!!)

Vernon held your hand the entire bus ride to the party. You sat on his lap in the crowded space for the entirety of the ride. One of his hands lay on your waist and the other interlaced with yours.

You were wearing one of his leather jackets over your dress. His outfit was similar to yours, all black layered with a leather jacket. He loved matching with you, especially for his after-parties.

His band, 'Black Eye' just played their last show on tour. It's been a long and exhausting few months, but Vernon knows he'll miss the thrill of it. Now that they've made it big, the time he spends performing has never been more rewarding. Besides, he had you with him the whole time.

He really couldnt complain when he's able to spend months on end with you traveling the world. You weren't a member of the band, but you were his girlfriend. Where Vernon went, his girl went.

However, all good things must come to an end. They closed their last show on tour out with a banger and now after a bittersweet ending, they were ready to celebrate.

The tour bus rolled up to the house in the dark, causing Hoshi, the drummer to spill his second bottle of champagne. Of course, the party started the moment you stepped onto the tour bus. The boys were gathered alongside you popping champagne in celebration along the bumpy ride.

The bus stopped in front of the large house and opened its doors. The four boys and you stumbled off the bus and into the house drunkenly.

Guests had already started filling the large house, but the party really started when you and the boys arrived. There were instant cheers and alcohol being thrown your way as you walked through the doors of the house. Vernon kept his arm on your waist, holding you close to him as he guided you through the crowded walls of the house.

He stopped a few times to speak to friends. You stayed quiet, but your eyes remained fixated on him. There was something about the way your boyfriend carried himself that you found so attractive. He simply dapped up his friends, but it left you feeling some type of way and the snap he did after seemed to tickle your brain in the right way.

You made your way into the kitchen where Vernon started pouring shots for the two of you. You downed them easily despite the sting in your throat. You both slam the empty cups down onto the counter at the same time before Vernon pulls you in and kisses you. He's got a boyish grin that you only see when he's intoxicated plastered on his face.

He pulls away from the kiss silently before dragging you back through the crowd of people.

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Vernon leans back onto the couch and slings his arm over your shoulder. The music is pumping loudly through the house, but you can't seem to concentrate on anything but the painting on the wall.

You've been sitting still next to him and staring at the painting of a sailboat for nearly 10 minutes now. It only hits him now that you've been dead silent next to him and he hasn't felt you move.

You're too busy enthralled by the sailboat painting on the wall.

"You good, baby?" Vernon turns and looks at you. His eyes are half-lidded and his pupils are dilated.

You turn your head to face him slowly. You blink a few times with half-lidded eyes before nodding your head lazily.

Vernon grins at you like a teenage boy and lets out a breathy laugh. "Fuck.... you're gone."

"No?" You raise an eyebrow with confusion. "I'm right here."

He lets out another breathy chuckle and licks his lips slowly. "That's not how I meant it, baby. Don't worry about it. Just sit there and look pretty like always."

He's still got his arm around your shoulder and his legs are manspread widely across the couch.

Your face falls into a frown and you pout at him wordlessly. You lean closer against him, playing one hand on his chest, lightly tugging at the black shirt clinging to his skin. "No... I don't get it. Explain it to me."

"No baby," he mumbles. "I'm way too fucking crossed right now to explain anything. I promise it's nothing bad."

You whine. "Just tell me. I can't be gone if I'm right–"

You're cut off by his lips suddenly. It takes you by surprise, but you melt like ice cream against his lips. His hands cup your cheek gently and he kisses you lazily. His lips move against yours sloppily and you kiss him back in the same manner.

You moan into his mouth, causing vibrations along his skin. You kiss him needily, enveloping your tongue with his and resting your hand on the back of his neck.

He pulls away from the kiss slowly, keeping his face just inches away from yours. "You talk too much sometimes, you know." His hand has moved up your thigh, drawing small circles along your soft skin.

He leaves you breathless and needy. Every light touch is like electricity on your skin due to your heightened awareness. It leaves you aching for more.

Vernon is never really touchy with you in public. Small touches on your knee for comfort and hands gripping your waist to keep you close is really all he does in public. He's never really been big on PDA.

Unless he's under the influence.

You're the same way. Once there's a little bit in your systems, it's like no one else in the world exists and it hardly feels like you're even in public.

The hand cupping your cheek makes its way back to the table sitting in front of you. There's an ashtray and the remainder of the blunt he rolled for the two of you earlier.

He lifts it between his fingers before taking a long hit and inhaling. You watch intensely as the smoke leaves his lips and blows into your face.

Your eyes follow the blunt wedged between his fingers and reach out to take it from his hands. He hands it to you, licking his lips slowly as he watches you bring the blunt to your lips.

You move slowly, taking a large hit before exhaling the smoke into his face. Despite neither of your eyes being open all the way, you don't break eye contact with him.

You hand him back the blunt and move your face closer to his.

"Then shut me up," You reply, just loud enough for him to hear you.

His lips are back on yours in seconds. He leans over to his side, pressing his body against yours to deepen the kiss. He kisses you hungrily, lips still moving sloppily and lazily.

The scent of his cologne is intoxicating in the best way possible. That and the faint traces of weed and alcohol fill your nostrils as he holds your body close.

He puts the remainder of the blunt out and drops it in the ashtray. He uses his now free hand to pull you onto his lap. Your short dress rides up a little more and he smirks against your lips. His hands hold you by the waist and he pushes you down against his crotch.

He groans into your mouth and pulls away from the kiss. "Shit, you're making me hard."

You grin, noticing the way a bulge is forming against your inner thigh from beneath to constrains of his black jeans. You roll your hips against his once. Your core is throbbing and he can feel it against his cock.

"Should I blow you? Right here in front of everyone?" You smirk.

Vernon groans and tilts his head back against the couch. He lets out another breathy laugh in disbelief. "You're crazy, baby."

"That doesn't sound like a no to me" You look down at him, batting your eyelashes as your manicured fingers trace the outline of his cock.

He grips your hair in the back of your head and forces you to look at him. The look in your eyes is hazy and lustful. "I don't need an audience while you choke on my cock."

You frown. "No one's even paying attention. I just wanna taste."

"Then be patient. We can go back to the hotel if you're done partying."

You nod your head. He pats your butt. "Get up."

You comply like a puppet on strings. You climb off his lap, adjusting your dress and standing on your feet. He rises to his full height, adjusting his pants before grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you out the doors of the house.

He orders an Uber on his phone as you make your way through the crowded house. He holds you protectively until the moment you climb in the back of the uber.

The entire car ride, you struggle to keep your hands to yourself. Vernon has the decency to stop you before anything goes too far, but you still have a hard time retreating.

The moment the uber approaches the hotel, the two of you stumble out of the car and upstairs. You're extremely handsy and sloppy with all your movements.

Your back meets the door of the hotel room with a thud. Vernon is fumbling around trying to swipe the key card, but you're distracting him. You're kissing him eagerly as your hands undo the belt of his jeans.

Luckily there's no one in the hallways at this time of the night, although the security cameras must be getting a bit of a show. "Want your cock in my mouth." You moan against his lips.

"You gotta give me a sec," he says breathlessly as he tries fishing the keycard out of his pocket. His pants are halfway off and he's still a bit disoriented.

"You already made me wait so long," You pout, slipping a hand into his underwear.

He exhales shakily and finds the keycard in his pocket. He still has a hard time with your hands all over his skin, but he manages to get the door open before you take off his clothes in the middle of the hallway.

The two of you stumble into the hotel room and he kicks the door closed with his foot. Your back meets the bed and he climbs on top of you. You're quick to get his pants off fully and drop to your knees on the edge of the bed.

His cock is straining against his black briefs. And he's leaking through the dark material and you stare at him hungrily. You're practically drooling before his cock is even out.

He looks down at you lustfully and uses two fingers to tilt your head up and face him. "You're taking an awfully long time for someone who was so desperate."

You've always loved a challenge.

His briefs are pooled at his ankles moments later and your lips are wrapped around his cock. Your hand strokes what doesn't fit in your mouth and you're slobbering around his length.

His head is thrown back and he's moaning and groaning above you. One of his hands is buried in your hair while the other grips the hotel bedsheets beneath him.

You've completely soaked his cock, taking it into the depths of your throat with ease. He guides your head, pushing it down to take his length further into your throat.

It causes you to gag, but it doesn't cause you to stop.

You look up, seeing he's discarded the leather jacket that once clung to his body. You kneel between his legs, looking up at him in admiration. He's wearing nothing but a black t-shirt that clings to his body more as he sweats with each passing second. You can see the sharpness of his sculpted jawline. His adam's apple is prominent with his head tilted back and deep moans released from between his chapped lips.

"Oh yeah... fuckkkkk" He moans.

You continue bobbing your head, allowing the tip of his cock to gag you and press against the back of your throat. When you stop to catching your breath, he pulls you up by your hair.

"Need to taste you too," He groans. He pulls your damp panties down and tosses them before lifting your dress. He doesn't bother to take it off all the way, simply lifting you up and placing you down on the bed.

He buries his head between your thighs and dives in. Your hands grip his dark hair as his tongue laps your cunt.

"Wasn't–done" You moan out.

He ignores you, continuing to allow his lips to do the talking. He sucks on your clit and you whine out pathetically.

With shaky arms, you manage to find the strength in you to pull his mouth off your cunt. You push him down onto the bed and climb back on top of him. "I have a better idea."

He doesn't get a chance to respond before you're pressing your cunt back down onto his face. You shift your body and lick your lips once the tip of his cock presses against your cheek.

You take him back into your mouth. It sends shivers through your body when he moans against your pussy from the sudden stimulation.

You grind your cunt into his face weakly as you take him deeper down your throat. It’s so hard to concentrate and your body is going into overdrive. The mix of drugs, alcohol, and just Vernon’s presence is enough to have your head fuzzy. On top of that, his tongue is lapping your folds and you find it hard to bob your head.

Vernon thrusts his hips up, forcing his cock deeper down your throat as he moans into your pussy. You groan around his cock, sending child through his body that only make him fuck his cock down your throat faster.

He hooks his arms around your legs, pressing your hips down onto his face more. You’re both desperate to get off and get each other off.

You cum first, body growing stiff as you ride out your orgasm on his face. He cringes at the sudden loss of contact when you release his cock from your mouth, but he’s still determined to get you off. He continues to lap your folds, focusing on your clit as you cum on his face.

The feeling is euphoric and it leaves your legs uncontrollably shaky. He releases his hold on your thighs and allows you to roll onto the bed next to him.

You’re panting with your thighs squeezes shut. “Shit, that was good.”

He pulls your body in close against his and nods. You feel his throbbing hard cock press against your thigh. It twitches and aches for release. “Oh, you didn’t cum.”

He blinks slowly. “ ‘S okay. I know that was a lot of you.”

You shake your head, climbing back onto his lap. “Wanna fuck… have you cum inside me.”

He lets out a strangled groan. You rub the tip of his cock against your folds before sinking down onto him. He stretches you open, tip nuzzling deep inside your walls.

You both gasp at the feeling.

You hold onto his shoulders for support as you start bouncing on his length. You ride him slowly, fluidly moving your hips along his.

It’s a lazy fuck, but every movement is hitting just right. Your walls are squeezing him so tight and he knows he’s a goner.

He leans back against the wall and crosses his arms behind his head. “Hear that?” He smirks. “So wet for me… pussy was fucking made for this cock.”

He’s way too far gone to actually fuck you right now so he lets you do all the work. You bounce on his cock, squeezing around him each time he pushes deeper inside of you.

However, you’re farther gone and it only takes a few minute before your body betrays you. Your movements slow down and your hips nearly come to a stop.

Vernon groans. “C’mon baby… I’m almost there. Promise.”

“I can’t” You whine. “ ‘S too much.”

“You can,” he encourages you softly. He lifts his hips to meet yours. He doesn’t fuck you properly, simply picking up your slack to provide mutual pleasure.

His eyebrows are furrowed as he watches you ride him. His eyes are fixated on where your bodies meet. His cock is soaked from your arousal and he finds himself completely enamored with the sight. His cock swells and grows impossibly harder.

You can feel everything. The effects from your previous orgasm are still lingering, building toward your second.

You dress is still clinging to your sweaty body tighter. Vernon sits up, leaning into you and pulling down the strings of your dress. He doesn’t take it off, simply pulling it down enough to free your tits from underneath the fabric.

He buries his face between the soft flesh and latches his lips onto your nipple. You’re so sensitive already, the feeling is felt has your back arching.

His hand finds it’s way between your thighs and he begins circling your clit with his fingers. You hiss, squeezing him tighter as your body jolts.

His eyes roll back into his head and you can tell he’s getting close. You’re not much further than him, hips moving sloppily against his as you chase your own high.

“Gotta give you want you wanted,” He groans.

His thrusts meet your movements, fucking his cock deeper into you as you chase your highs.When it comes, there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

His fingers continue working on your sensitive clit and it has you falling apart in mere seconds. Your second orgasm is more intense than the first.

Vernon barely fucks you through it when his approaches simultaneously. You’re both moaning and groaning out to each other as his cock twitches inside of you. He pumps his load into you and his cock quickly grows sensitive.

Neither of you have ever cum that hard before.

It takes time for both of you to come down and fully recover from the intensity. He lifts you off his sensitive cock and allows you to rest beside him on the bed.

“That was…”

“Intense” He finishes your sentence for you.

“Yeah,” you breathe out.

He pulls your body close against his again. The two of you lay there in comfortable silence. You’re still v much under the influence and a moment of silence and bliss is much needed.

“Love you,” you mumble against his chest, breaking the silence after what felt like an eternity. “ ‘M so proud of you.”

“Love you too,” he pats the top of your head. “Thank you baby.”

You know you’ll need to clean up sooner or later, but for now, staying like this feels almost rewarding.

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sophies-junkyard · 8 months

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NOBODY ASKED but… Obviously Simon’s arc in adventure time solidified the series as one of greatest of all time (and I’m so hyped for this ice king sadness renaissance) but now I’m thinking of OTHER Adventure Time moments that rewired my brain as a kid. In no particular order:

1. “Once the strong guys got it how they liked it they said ‘this is fair now. This is the law.’ Once they were winning they changed the rules”. They really had the cartoon dog say that on tv in 2014.

2. “People get built different. We don’t have to understand it, we just gotta respect it”

3. The entirety of All The Little People. That shit was absolutely nuts for a kids show but also like…. I can’t articulate the lesson I just know there was one and it haunted me. The danger of the human ego. Hubris. Irreverence. Don’t play god bro.

4. Lady and Peebles. When PB ripped Ricardio’s leg off and bashed his skull in with it. And it was so hardcore they edited it out of the episode. Bro. I remember watching that after school one day and how my jaw just DROPPED at a PRINCESS being so brutal. They let her be so fucking angry and that was a game changer.

5. [Finn, about a horrific memory] “that one’s going in the vault. Aaaaaaaaaandd. It’s gone.” I quote that CONSTANTLY. It’s a great way to bring levity to a bad situation, but also forces me to go “hey wait a sec that’s not gonna work forever”. Things don’t stay in the vault.

6. Puhoy. He lived an entire life in that pillow world. He had kids. And then it’s just gone like a dream.

7. The deer. It was probably my first real introduction to horror. The hand wiggle. You all know exactly what I’m referencing. Were the candy people stuck in that well for 6 months???

8. What Was Missing!! Obviously now because it foreshadowed (and confirmed past) Bubbline, but back then just because it was so good??? IMO, this is the episode that defined WHO our main cast was, and how their relationships needed to grow for them to be content. It set up the next 6 years of the show! Plus it gave us 2 absolute BANGERS. Ugh i rewatched that recording so many times it wasn’t even funny.

9. Ghost Princess. Really just for the line where he sounds like he’s gonna shit his pants remembering his death and then in a clear narrator voice he’s like “I was a broken man.”

10. The pajama war episode. Now I’m doing this from memory so I could be wrong, but I think this really marks the start of Finn growing up. “I’ve really enjoyed just… hanging out with you.” The ability to start over with someone you’ve got complicated history with. The kindness. The growth from both of them!! It’s a direct parallel of episode 1 but their tones couldn’t be more different and I love it.

11. The slow and horrifying realization that The Mushroom War was nuclear Armageddon. Mushroom clouds. That went so far over my head as a kid even though they reference it constantly. It finally clicked during “I remember you”. Which I am NOT gonna go into because holy fuck that’s like 18 posts on its own.

12. Goliad! A child mirroring EVERYTHING they see, for better or worse. Seeing Jake in a bad moment screaming at the kids and goliad absorbing that behavior. Seeing she can use fear to control people. Also PB was Fucking Crazy! Her line “I’m not gonna live forever… I would if I could” is even more unhinged when we learn (like years later) that she’s already 900 years old. But she does physically age so I guess there’s that. The Suitor also falls into this category of episodes.

Ok getting into some of the more talked about moments

1. OK I LIED I have to talk about I remember you. I was 11 years old. I turned on the new adventure time episode like usual. 10 minutes later I was grappling with a grief I had never imagined before. Absolutely BAWLING not just for Simon and Marceline (the PLOT), but for what it showed me. The reality that every kid tries not to think about: your loved ones will leave you someday, even if they don’t want to. It’s an episode that becomes more powerful with every year I get older. To get a bit personal, dementia has completely taken my grandparents from me. I’ve seen sides of my grandfather that should never have existed, and I must constantly forgive him for what he does… now that he doesn’t remember me. And someday it’ll be my parents. That’s just the way of the world, ya know? Anyways, I remember my mom got home right as the credits were rolling and we had a long talk about keeping people alive with memory, mortality, and how the future was far away and we should decide on dinner lmao.

2. The Hall of Egress. I was almost 15. Life was changing. I was changing, and it was strange and frightening. That feeling where you know you’re losing your childhood but you just want to cling to it. Follow the same old familiar path, stick with what’s comfortable. But life doesn’t work that way. It took me years to really understand this episode and it’s symbolism. Honestly I still don’t think I could fully explain it. It’s like. How do I put this. I was so glad to be in the target age group in that moment. I was so glad that something I was growing up with was assuring me “you’re changing, but we’re changing too”. And isn’t that the theme of adventure time? Everything stays, but it still changes.

3. The absolute horror of Ferns existence. He’s Finn, but he’s wrong and warped. All those memories of the people he loves and they can’t stand to be in the same room as him.

4. Susan Strong. The introduction of a RUNNING PLOT. The show up to that point had really been so goofy and so monster of the week. I think the only really plot heavy episode before this one was It Came From the Nightosphere? And then suddenly they call into question the fact that Finn really is the ONLY HUMAN in all of OOO. And then… is he? It was SUCH a departure from the usual tone. Ending that episode with him reaching below her hat and gasping in shock, but never telling the audience what he found. And then she’s just gone. Which leads us to Islands!

5. Min and Marty. Second saddest episode in the entirety of adventure time, made worse because you know exactly how this family is gonna end up. There’s SO MUCH to dissect about Martins behavior in the series. A reformed con artist receives a traumatic brain injury while attempting to save his son. They’re both lost at sea, and he never looks for him. Was it the emotional trauma? Was it the physical damage? Meanwhile a mother loses her husband and her child in a single night and never EVER learns why. Nobody but Martin knows what happened that night. Also Finns fear of the ocean from season 1 is finally explained. 7 years of ignoring Finns origins and then they throw you THIS??? Watching it live was unreal.

Anyways I’m sure I’ll think of more. I might add on to this later for my own sake lmao, but I’d love to hear other peoples formative moments, quotes, episodes, etc. I really just needed to dump this information out of my brain so I can get on with my week.

#If you see this you’re obligated to comment an adventure time moment that lives rent free in your head #or don’t it’s your life babe #I have nobody in my life who has watched adventure time and therefore I must ramble here to myself #adventure time #princess bubblegum #marceline #ice king #finn the human #fern #Fionna and cake #this is my life #bubbline

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luvhughes43 · 9 months

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cheer up day | dad!jamie drysdale

lila, my love au masterlist💐

request: jamie having to watch lila and having trouble so him & trev have some fun watching her while moms out

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“lila, baby, mommy will be back home soon! please don’t cry,” jamie pleaded to his freshly one year old daughter. his efforts went largely unnoticed by the young girl, who started wailing louder upon hearing her dads words. lila wasn’t used to not having her mom around, and this weekend proved difficult.

y/n was gone back to canada for the weekend to visit her sick grandmother. she hadn’t wanted to take lila on the long flight back to toronto and with jamie having hockey practice during the weekend, it just made sense for the two of them to stay at home. jamie wished he had fought harder to go.

“lila! lila-bell look!!” jamie tried a new strategy, which included waving lilas favourite stuffed bunny around and making it dance and sing. “i shake it off ! i shake it off off off!” he sang poorly, twisting and shaking the teddy as he continued the song.

lila seemed appeased for a moment, smiling gummily at her father before she realized she was still missing her mom.

“lila baby please!” jamie was quick to wipe away his daughters tears and bring the girl into his lap. he cuddled her close and pulled out his phone from his pocket to dial his best friends number.

“LILA BELL!!” trevor beamed as he barged right into jamie’s apartment an hour later. trevor never knocked.

“oh thank god,” jamie replied, getting off the couch to greet his best friend. “she’s been so sad today. she’s not used to not having her mom here” jamie gave trevor the rundown and he nodded, tapping his finger against his lips as he started thinking.

“jimmy, this clearly calls for taylor swift” trevor finally spoke up, reaching down to grab the tv remote from the coffee table.

“i sang shake it off earlier!”

trevor rolled his eyes, “yeah no wonder she misses her mom! your daddy sucks at singing lils” trevor directed the last part to lila who giggled up at him. “see, she agrees”

“just play the song” jamie rolled his eyes and trevor pressed play.

the beginning of wildest dreams blasts from the tv speaker and trevor got into position. he crouched down on the ground in front of lila who was sat on the couch, and he started singing the opening words to her.

“say you’ll remember me!!” trevor screeched, causing lila to full on belly laugh as she reached her tiny hands out to grab at him. “now this is a banger lila!” he brought the girl into his arms and started dancing around the living room with her.

jamie joined in on the next song, both boys jumping around and singing to 22. “you don’t know about me! but i bet you want too!!!” jamie sung as trevor set lila on her feet.

the little girl started bouncing to the music, her sadness for her mom long forgotten.

“jimmy catch me!” trevor shouted, running and jumping into jamie’s arms who dutifully caught him and spun him around much to lilas delight.

“we just keep dancing like we’re … TWENTY TWO!!!” the boys sang in unison while lila babbled loudly.

they kept on singing and dancing until lila eventually got tired and started clinging to jamie.

jamie tucked lila into bed, and then he flopped himself down on the couch next to trevor. “thanks for coming over”

“i had loads of fun” trevor spoke quietly as he settled himself on the couch. “you’re a great dad, jimmy”

“thank you,” jamie whispered, exhaustion from his morning with lila and all the singing and dancing kicking in. “and thanks for helping out today. it means a lot”

trevor hummed, “yeah no problem” and a minute later both boys were asleep.

#lila my love au #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale fic #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale blurb #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras fluff #trevor zegras fic #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras blurb

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kamotecue · 8 months

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the one that got away ➶ r. lavelle

pairing: rose lavelle

summary: part two of the bet

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you did what you promised, you had quit the us national team early than you planned. you only represented the team during friendlies, but never a major tournament which meant that you were eligible to play for one of your parent’s home country.

word had gotten out that you are of swedish heritage, making you eligible for the world cup selection. you were named to be part of the 23 player squad roster shocking the american fans that had supported you, they claimed this as a betrayal to your country so you stayed away from social media.

the hate comments that you’ve gotten made you a bit self conscious. as for club, you’ve made a permanent transfer to wolfsburg and made your debut in the bundesliga. the angel city fans had supported your decision.

yet here you were in the swedish locker room, you sat besides zećira who gave you a concerned look.

“nervös?” the goalkeeper asked, as you gave her a timid look. you heard the rose wouldn’t be playing, as she had gotten her second yellow card of the tournament.

it made you feel a bit sick, you knew her dreams would be shattered if the us had gotten knocked out of the tournament. however, you would feel a bit disappointed, angry at the world if your team had gotten knocked out.

“är det så uppenbart? [is it so obvious?]” the goal keeper chuckled at your behavior as she gave you a nod. the team was surprised that you could speak fluent swedish when you first joined the camp, but they would make tease you for having an american accent.

“ditt ben har studsat, så det har varit. [your leg has bounced, so it has been.“ you winced as she gave you a soft pat on the back, it was that obvious huh?

“it’s against my old team, surely there will be fans that hate me.” as the goal keeper was about to respond, you watched as magda and asllani entered the room, signaling it was time for the starting XI to line up in the tunnel.

you stood behind your team’s goal keeper, as you tried to avoid the eyes of your former teammates. no one knew besides julie and the one who caused the transfer.

“why did you leave?” lindsey asked, as she looked behind and set her eyes on you. you saw zećira glanced at the american captain to which you shrugged.

“it’s not important.” you said, as you averted your eyes avoiding the scoff that came out of her mouth. you had this feeling that something could go wrong in this match and you were absolutely correct.

once the national anthems of both teams were gone, you pulled off your hoodie ignoring the way your shirt rode up. frido, who treated you like a younger sister held onto the end of your shirt pulling it down as you gave her a soft smile when the hoodie was already off.

you went into position for the starting XI pictures before taking your place in the backline. you were a defender, a bloody good one on that.

the game started out really rough, in the 26th minute you sent a cross to frido who got a tap on the ball before sending it to the bottom corner. you watched as frido jumped on top of you, you supported her back making sure she wouldn’t fall as your team celebrated, shaking you in the process.

the euphoria had died when trinity had scored an absolute banger of a goal in the 45th minute. as the whistle blew you made your way to the locker room, frido and zecira beside you as you’d talk about something random in swedish.

you didn’t notice her look at you with soft eyes, happy that you were happier but sad that you didn’t even glanced at her.

as the second half had begun, you were tackled by lindsey who had her studs up. it was a challenge, but you were first to get the ball. you held onto your ankle as your team shouted in protest, she wasn’t even carded.

“can you carry on?” the swedish physio asked as you gave him a small nod. you were assisted by a team doctor as they helped you up.

you didn’t know that this match would end into penalties, even after the extra time was given both teams were unable to score. you had also been tackled by the opposing team several times, and the ref had turned a blind eye not calling it, as your team was frustrated.

“you’ll be subbed off.” asllani said, as you yelled in protest.

“i don’t want to be subbed off.” you said, as she turned to you, analyzing your condition if you were able to carry on. you knew there would be bruises but you were quite stubborn.

you watched as both teams had scored 5-5 in penalties, so it was up to you to take the last one. you took a deep breath before she blew the whistle, and when she did you took a short run up before sending it in the bottom right. the ball had hit the net, as you ran towards your teammates. you just scored the winning penalty to move onto the quarter-finals.

“well done, y/n.” magda said as she gave you a pat on the head. you gave her a soft smile, no matter how hard you tried not to, you turned your head to the us bench, interlocking your eyes with rose.

no matter how you ended, you’d promise her that you’d stay by her side. so you slowly approached the bench, and held your arms out. she wrapped her arms around you, as you did the same.

her head was buried in the crook of your neck as you patted her back. you knew a certain someone would tease you later, but it didn’t matter.

in another life, i would be your girl

perhaps in another life things would be different, it wouldn’t be a bet, nor would it end up like this. maybe you both had fallen for each other in a normal way, or maybe you both had fallen for another person.

we keep all our promises, be us against the world

one day in the middle of training, you both made a promise that it would be the two of you against the world. that you’ll fight the odds beside each other rather than against each other. yet look where that ended.

in another life, i would make you stay

rose had deeply regretted the way things ended, she wanted to tell you that it was a bet, that she had fallen in love with you and didn’t mean to hurt you, but you had found out before she could.

she had fallen for you, as she noticed the little things you’d do. you’d open the door for everyone who passes by, you’d write little messages on a sticky note to cheer the team and random people up. you’d randomly act like a fool with kelley which made her smile as she got to saw your childish side.

so i don’t have to say, you were the one that got away

it was her actions that caused you to go away. you felt embarrassed, and dejected on how things ended that you wanted to disappear from this world. you went away to focus on yourself, going out of a relationship wasn’t as easy as some people would say.

the one that got away.

#rose lavelle #rose lavelle imagine #rose lavelle x reader #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot

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tiyoin · 16 days

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hi hi! i'm a very anxious person but when my friends need me? oh you best believe i will order for you and complain when you asked for no pickles.

do you think twisted anxiety reader would be the same? they struggle now to be of help to yuu and grim, but picture early book 6? grim attacked yuu and is gone for the week. yuu is strong yes, and it was only a scratch, but it must have taken a toll on them to be attacked by their best catfriend and then not being able to see them. they still go to class but they go home as soon as the bell rings and talks only when necessary. there's a vacant look in their eyes.

yuu is popular and is bound to have people going to them at all times, public they can't evade forever. while exiting the classroom, a random npc goes to chat with them and while yuu would humor them any other time, now they can barely pay attention to the corridor and reader. the npc is persistent on chatting even though yuu's body language tells them to fuck off. yuu does not utter a single word, and keeps walking with reader trailing behind them. would reader intervene for yuu?

(english is not my first language so sorry if it's hard to read :c )

HELLO MY LOVE 🫶

EVERY TIME SOME SAYS ENGLISH ISN'T THEIR FIRST LANGUAGE THEY ALWAYS CREATE BANGERS- AND I KNOW BANGERS MAN. AND THIS IS ONE OF THEM

but no you're so right. maybe the over blot's are starting to catch up with yuu. especially after grim accidentally hurting them and the whole styx drama. in the game we can't see if yuu is affected by any of the overblots. we don't see them get properly.. compensated. although vil and leona's are different since they helped out with ramshackle.

but 🌀 yuu is NOT having a great time. and only reader is there to witness it, to help them through it. like jekyll and hyde, yuu is all smiles and sunshine during the day when out and about. but as soon as they get home... once they step into ramshackle.. it's a different story.

they're feeling the angst, they're telling reader how sometimes they can't even look the over blotter's in the eyes sometimes. especially azul and leona because all yuu can see is their more animalistic eyes that serve as a reminder to what they really are.

how they sometimes flinch from their enemies, now friends. how they always keep their guard up around the beast folk who were involved with the overblots.

yuu is... angry. how dare these teenage boy's do this to them, how dare they pretend like nothing happened. but what makes this all worse is that they understand that pretending like nothing happened brings back a sense of control, of normalcy for the victims.

yes the whispers in the hall seem to dim, but never silence. but with the encouragement of Crowley they become more controlled, no longer hallway chatter as people are making light of the situation.

"say that one more time and I'll over blot" "uh oh! looks like Reese has some blot on his shirt!"

and it's always 'poor house wardens this, poor house wardens that-'

WHAT ABOUT YUU??? they're always- always at the brunt of the over blot's and they don't even have magic!!

some days, when yuu doesn't have enough energy to spare their other friends, they silently haunt reader. staying by their side like an otter, only breaking apart for the few classes they have apart. and as soon as the bell rings and reader is done gathering their belongs and making a beeline for the door- yuu is already there, waiting outside the door. a brief moment of eye contact before they fall in line with each other.

if grim is there and trying to bug yuu, reader is there to play buffer. trying to distract the cat-monster as yuu gives them a grateful glance. but if he isn't, then it's silence between you two.

I think the reader doesn't like silence because if they aren't talking to someone then their thoughts catch up to them. but if it's for yuu? what's a little suffering if it's for a friend right?

if some of the first years pop up and try to drag yuu away, yuu will usually be able to fight their own battles, giving them a charming smile and saying that they'll join them some other time. sometimes it works, other times it doesn't. and when it doesn't reader has to take a deep breathe, and force themselves out of their two-person bubble.

they'll either irish goodbye the the lot, playing the bad guy as they're seen stealing yuu away. or say some kind of comment to one of the more prideful members to get them to start a inter-group conflict while reader and yuu slip away. or just lie, lying's good too.

but 🌀 reader would do anything, for their friend's.

one time, I was at the gym with my sister and this guy came and asked if we were using the machine and turned that into trying to hit on my sister- LITERALLY ENCAGING HER AGAINST THE WALL AND 2 MACHINES. and I humored it for the rest of my set because I know she can take care of herself, but when nothing was working I pulled my phone out uttering some bullshit that we needed to leave now. ofc she didn't even realize I was lying until I told her. but you'd be surprised how many guys can't. get. a. hint.

so reader saving the day from yuu getting hit on by an npc, or one whose yapping so much they don't even realize yuu is inching away is a common occurrence. with a quick '1,2,3 fuck it,' reader is rolling up their sleeves, marching over while creating a fake text from the ghosts and- "yuu we gotta go! grim has destroyed the curtains again!" and with a tug of their arm reader is dragging yuu away.

and- god forbid the npc follows, saying that they weren't done... is when reader becomes 'uncharacteristically' snippy. "unless you want to help clean cat vomit from the curtains, you're welcome to join us" you see a dust cloud in his place from how fast he ran.

yuu lets out a chuckle, looping their arm around yours as they lean their head on your shoulder. a small 'thanks' as they make their way back to good ol' ramshackle.

(there have been a few cases where the npc does offer to help. but yuu pulls out a smile and says 'next time')

#I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE CAN'T TAKE A HINT #chuu <3 #twisted anxiety 🌀#tiyoin’s cuties 。　 ඞ 。#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader

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prttykittes · 3 months

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Writing random sonic x reader but not tagging it. Leaving with a banger (not really leaving tho)

"sonic!" You cried, whipping away your tears, sonic gasps and holds your wrists his blue soft hedgehog fur hands hold yours. "what is wrong my chili dog!" He cried, petting your hair as you pull out your phone that tails made cuz why not. "Someone went in my dms!" You sniffed, showing him the screen, he gasped and he shakes his head. "They don't know that you belong to the best hedgehog out there!" He said, running his blue fur hand into his blue fur. "it was shadow><" you said, sonic gasps and he looks at the phone. "Shadow, that damn jealous vegata wannabe" sonic shakes his head, his blue cute fur hair moving along with him. "Let's take a picture, so he knows that you are with me!" You nod your head in agreement, you both look at eachother and mwah. He writes "please stay out of my dms, I am in a relationship" he smiles and laughs. "This so so good on Eggman!" He laughs and sends it. Shadow types.

"wasn't talking to that person, I was talking about you sonic. I want you" you gasp and sonic gets up. You blink and he is gone, you look at your phone on the ground. A picture is sent, it says. "Stay out my dms, I am taken" with a eye rolling emoji at the end. You cry.

#silly sonic x readed #kittymilk #reader is in a relationship got it!#sonic x reader #tjis is cursed #i hsd a crush on sonic and amy and rogue but mostly amy #sonic x shadow for fun #at the end tho #idk i am bired and yeah #i was watchih sonic prime kr boom #idk. i am so tired and kike idk.so gmuch grammar nistake sin here #sorry sinic lovers</3 #x reader #crack

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alovesreading · 22 days

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Chicken Shop Date - Part 10 Teaser

A/N: happy birthday Matty!!!!! to celebrate our favourite curly headed lad today, @imagine-that-100 and I have decided to give you a little teaser of part 10. it's slowly but surely coming together and we hope you enjoy this little taste of it! thank yous for being so patient and lovely, we love you lots and we're sending everyone lots of hugs xx

~*~*~*~ 25th February 2023 ~*~*~*~

“So sorry we’re late. We’re finally here.” You unlock the door to your Mum and Dad’s house with Matty in tow.

The only thing that’s gone right on your trip here is that you both made it into the car and you both had the bright idea of getting ready for your family party before you set off. Other than that, it’s been a bit of a mess.

First, after 5 minutes of driving away from Matty’s house, you both forgot your bags which you packed for the next few days of your stay at your parents so you had to go back to grab them. Then you kept on getting every red light you came across, followed by a standstill on the motorway which was 45 minutes of you and Matty singing 2000s bangers interrupted by each of you occasionally complaining about how long you’d been waiting in traffic.

Needless to say, parking up at your parents house was just that bit of comfort you needed after a shit journey. Though by the slight bit of worry you can detect on Matty’s face you feel that he may not be quite as comforted as this is the first time he’s meeting your parents.

He’s only briefly caught your Mum on FaceTime before now and it was just a quick conversation that you cut short because your Mum was about to embarrass you. But he’s yet to meet your dad and you know he’s nervous despite him having no reason to be.

“You’re fine, it’s better if we’re fashionably late anyway. Come in, come in.” You Mum shouts as she rushes to the door and practically all but shoves you out of the way after giving you possibly the quickest hug and peck to the cheek.

Clearly, her eyes are set on a certain someone else.

Your boyfriend manages to get his greeting in there first once you step to the side to watch the encounter. Matty smiles brightly, putting your bags down in the hall as he says, “Hey, so so nice to finally meet you.”

“Matty,” Your Mum’s grin is huge as she welcomes him with open arms, “So lovely to meet you properly.”

Being the teddy bear that he is, Matty isn’t phased by the hug in the slightest and he happily returns it, giving your Mum a tight squeeze as if relishing in the hug of another mother figure. It seems your Mum's grin is infectious because Matty’s is now just as big as he tells her, “So lovely to meet you in person. FaceTime isn’t the same. You’re even more gorgeous in real life.”

Your Mum starts laughing as they release each other from the embrace. “Flattery gets you everywhere in this house, you’re going to fit right in.” She pulls your boyfriend inside, like he isn’t being dragged when she says, “Please come in.”

Matty smiles at you on his way in, clearly having calmed down a little after realising you weren’t lying when you said that your Mum was lovely. You adore him for being nervous though, God knows if you weren’t badly jet lagged and emotional the day you met Denise, you would have been just as, if not more worried than when you met Tim.

Your Mum leads Matty straight into the kitchen leaving you to put both your bags at the bottom of the stairs out of the way, and you head to your lounge to see your Dad with a beer already in hand and he’s on his feet offering you a hug immediately. There’s a gin on the side so it’s great to see that they have had pre-drinks while they’ve been waiting for you to arrive and not sat hating you for being late.

After pleasantries are exchanged and you’ve given him a hug, he asks you. “Was the trip over okay?”

“Yeah it was good despite the traffic, thank you Dad.” You smile, picking up your Mum’s gin and smelling it quickly before you have a sip.

Ooooo parmaviolet gin. Stunning!

Putting the glass back down quickly, you nod towards the door and ask your father, “Come meet Matty?”

Your Dad looks entirely too smug as he asks, ”Do I pretend like I haven’t seen his face on your bedroom wall since you were a teenager?”

God that’s a whole different can of worms you’ll have to sort out when you get home later. Take the posters down, number 1 on the priority list.

”No, he knows I was a fan. But please don’t embarrass me.” You all but beg, even showing him some puppy dog eyes as you reiterate, “Please.”

“I make no promises.” Your Dad smiles teasingly and slight dread seeps into your system.

Even though you're slightly more than half certain he’s just trying to wind you up, you say, “Dad.” sternly.

Instead of easing your worries, your father just pulls you into another hug, and he kisses the top of your head before saying softly, “Good to have you home.”

You’re about to tell him you’re happy to be back, but before you can your Mum comes into the lounge with your boyfriend in tow. Immediately a smile finds its way to your lips, just because you can see his gorgeous face again but also because he’s clearly made friends with your Mum already as he’s got one of her precious gin glasses in hand which means he’s already won her over. You’re lucky if you even get one of those crystal gin glasses.

Your boyfriend’s grin only gets bigger when he properly greets your Dad, offering him a handshake.

As your father takes his hand, he asks knowingly, ”Did she make you drive Matty?”

”No, I offered,” Matty chuckles a little before he explains, “And I’ve not insured her on my car yet… But when I do that, I’ll make sure she drives next time.”

Matty glances at you all amused because you’ve told him in the past how you’re not too confident about driving around central London which is why you don’t have a car at your flat. The little bitch just likes teasing you about it, and from this alone you know him and your Dad will get on just fine because your Dad’s made the same joke in the past.

”Good man.” Your father chuckles, “Nice to meet you.”

After introductions are out of the way and you’re all settled with drinks in hand, Matty seems to relax right in and you’re really pleased because you knew he was nervous to meet your parents even though you told him there was no need to be. Regardless, you’re so happy he fits in seamlessly, and is doing God's work by entertaining all of your Mum’s silly questions.

But it’s when there’s a slight lull in conversation that your father takes the opportunity to ask a question you wish never left his lips.

Your Dad looks all proud of himself after he takes a sip of beer and asks, “Has my daughter ever told you about the time that she screamed and started crying when you announced you were releasing your second album?”

“Oh my god, STOP!” You yell before hiding yourself in your hands all the while Matty’s giggle fills the room.

“Ha, no she hasn’t but I’d love to hear all stories like that.” You hear your boyfriend say and you're already shaking your head.

“No, you don’t.” You say sternly, still hiding your now burning face.

Your Dad just laughs and ignores you as he tells Matty, “Oh there’s hundreds, I’ll tell you when she’s not here to tell me off.”

The whine of pain that leaves your lips has the room laughing, and Matty rubs your back for a second to silently tell you not to be embarrassed. If anything he’s grateful for your obsession with his music because it led to him being here with you right now and he wouldn’t change that for the world. No matter how obsessed you may be.

You take a second to compose yourself before you uncover your hot face and look directly at the culprit. “Dad,” You shoot him a pointed look that both him and your Mum start chuckling at, “Thought I just said don’t embarrass me.”

“Sorry sweetheart, but I can’t promise anything when you bring the man home who we’ve been shown pictures of since you were a teenager.” Your Dad drops you in it again and all you can do is look to the ground and sigh.

“It’s going to be a very long night.” You mumble before you take a long sip of your gin.

And something tells you that you’re not going to be wrong.

~*~*~*~

Matty is stiff in his seat next to you in the taxi as you make your way to the venue where your family gathering is. As nerve wracking as it was to meet your parents, he recognises that it’s gone well, but the prospect of now going to a place where he’s not only going to meet but interact with your entire family for hours, has him shitting bricks.

His breathing becomes shallow as he bounces his knee and fiddles with his fingers, and he doesn’t even notice he’s doing all that since he’s lost staring space. His thoughts are as all over the place as his fidgeting, trying to remember names you’ve thrown around or little details about your aunties and uncles that he could use to make a good impression.

You’re thankful you don’t fail to notice his clear signs of restlessness showing through. You almost coo aloud because you find it so adorable that he’s this nervous about meeting your family. Maybe you should mention they already adore him because you have never kept your love for the band from them, so basically everyone already knows who he is.

If anyone should be scared of things potentially going against them, it’s you who should be worried. God knows all the shit your family could say to him to embarrass you. Your parents have already tried their hand, but you know there’s so much more that everyone else could say.

Before you can even begin to make a list of all the possibilities, your hand rests over his restlessly bouncing knee. You gently rub his thigh as you send a smile his way, quietly telling him, “You’re going to be fine.”

His leg stops moving and though his hands freeze over his lap, his gaze falls on you and you can just read the worry on his face.

Bringing a hand up to cup his face, you rub his cheek softly and assure him, “They’ll love you.”

Just as much as I do, you want to add but you don’t think it’s the best time to say it. You just hope he can read it in your eyes, because your chest hurts with the amount of love you have for him and it shines on your face when you look at him.

He nods faintly and leans in to steal a quick kiss. “I trust you,” he mumbles against your lips before pressing a kiss to your cheek and finally settling in his seat.

His fingers intertwine with yours and he squeezes your hand before resting it over his thigh. Looking down at your joined hands makes you sigh in content, and you end up resting your head on his shoulder with the stupidest smile on his face.

Matty lets your warmth calm him down and soon he forgets where you’re going for all he can think of is how nice you smell and how soft your skin feels under his calloused fingers, how cute you look in this dress and how he could go an eternity with you pressed against his side like this.

When the car stops, you pick your head up and, just like your parents, thank the driver before exiting the taxi. You turn to look at Matty and see his nerves washing over him again, but you walk up to him and brush his curls back before kissing him softly and quickly in reassurance.

Though it really doesn’t help when your dad says, “Come on, let's throw you into the belly of the beast Matty.”

Matty chuckles quietly, and though he puts on a cool, unbothered expression, the way he squeezes your hand gives him away. He clears his throat before saying, ”You surely can’t be all that bad.”

Your dad snorts menacingly, knowing exactly what’s to be expected on the other side of the door, ”You’ll be eating your words soon.”

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