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prettieinpink · 7 months

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♡ PRETTIER HIERARCHY ♡

HAPPY 1.2k+ TO PRETTIEINPINK! Thank you guys for the support, here’s a lil gift from me to you.

If you don’t want to read all of this, I created a hierarchy of everything you need to do to glow up, right at the end!!! But I recommend reading everything first <3

I’ve been trying to ‘glow up’ like forever, but there was no actual content out there that helped me glow up. Most people sugarcoated, or their lifestyles of glowing up just weren't sustainable for me. So, I created this post for everyone planning to glow up or maximise their prettiness!

DISCLAIMER – THIS POST IS NOT DETAILED. I wanted to do a simple outline to give you guys an idea of what to do to maximise your pretty. A little help to plan, especially as we enter 2024, but I’ll expand on these individual topics in the future.

GRADE 1 – HEALTH

Being healthy can make you SO pretty. Being healthy is the foundation. There are other ways to be physically healthy, but after doing these 4 the rest usually fall in place. Here are some simple ways to become healthier, and then eventually prettier!

HEALTHY EATING.

I'm not going to go super deep into this, as no diet fits everyone + Please consult with your doctor before taking any extreme advice. Though, I'll tell you a bit of things that helped me !!

Stop drinking soda. Please, it's so unhealthy and it's full of so many sugars. Even the ones that are 0 cal, have weird chemicals that I don't trust. Many more alternatives taste just as good, like coconut water, herbal drinks, smoothies etc! Especially because nowadays most large calories and sugar intakes are from sugary drinks

Stop restricting, moderate it. I am a big fan of dairy, yoghurt, milk, and cheese, I love it all. However I acknowledge that dairy isn’t the healthiest, so instead I always ensure I'm eating in moderation. E.g I put a tablespoon of shredded cheese in my omelettes instead of a handful. You will enjoy healthy eating so much, but only if you're not restricting.

Have one serving of fruit, vegetables, or both with each meal. It provides so many good nutrients, makes you fuller and keeps you hydrated. Measure with your palm to ensure you’re eating enough.

Know that just because one food has fewer calories than the other, does not mean it is the healthiest. I struggled so much with this, especially because many weight loss accounts will mention this, but it is so wrong. White bread has fewer calories than brown bread, but brown bread is higher in nutritional value.

Plan snacks. Planning snacks for throughout the day, instead of spontaneously eating is so much better. I recommend this for anyone who gets hungry during the day but not enough for a meal (like me!)

Drink more water. Not 1L a day, because it is so much more ideal for you to have a glass of water with each meal + when you feel thirsty.

Start educating yourself. This is as much as I can tell you, im not a nutritionist or a dietitian but if you plan to ensure that healthy eating becomes your lifestyle, educating yourself is essential!!

EXERCISING.

Once again, I'm only going to go surface level with this because it is only based on my personal experience + Consult with your doctor before doing anything extreme.

Start aiming for 5k+ steps. I see a lot of people advertise 10k+ steps as the standard, or what's active, but it's not sustainable If you're a busy person with a sedentary life or a beginner at exercise it is gonna be hard to sustain that. But walking is so good for you and simple too.

Join your local sports! Such a fun way to socialise while still exerting energy.

If you can't do that for whatever reason, there are many ways to exercise at home. Research and pick a workout that you like and is sustainable. E.g. jump rope, pilates, home exercises, weightlifting, biking

Start standing more, it exerts energy. While very little, it still is very good.

That's it, but remember to always start small with exercising, and RESEARCH!

BETTER SLEEP

To me, it doesn’t matter how much sleep a person is getting, but much more rather the quality of said sleep. So, here are some tricks and tips to get better at sleeping!!

Investing in a good quality pillow is so good for your sleep, the more comfortable you are, the better + it reduces the chances of poor posture or hump necks

Research about different sleeping positions, as some positions at night promote back pain, difficulty breathing or poor posture.

Start sleeping in complete darkness. Remove all sources of light or invest in good light-blocking curtains OR binders. Though, binders seem to be much more effective but are more pricey. If you cannot do either of that, buy a good sleeping mask.

Sleep in the cold. Your body easily falls asleep if your environment is cold, and you’re less likely to wake up in the middle of the night.

It is ideal for you to stop using devices an hour or two before bed, but if it is not sustainable for you, wear red blue-light-blocking glasses instead of clear ones. Red ones are more effective.

Avoid large physical or mental tasks before bed, use that time to unwind and tell your body it's time to go to sleep.

Avoid napping for longer than 30 minutes, or it can disrupt the sleep you have at night.

Go to sleep at similar times every day. If you go to sleep earlier or later than this, you will ruin your sleep schedule and feel groggy.

I expand more here.

ORAL HEALTH

This is a step many people will neglect, but the most important in my opinion. Your teeth are the only body part that fails to regenerate after a certain age. Here's how I take care of mine!

Brush your teeth for longer. Brushing your teeth should not be a sped-up process, put actual thought into it.

Start flossing. Floss removes plaque, and reduces the chances of your teeth yellowing! Do this ideally after each meal.

Brush your teeth before you eat. Brushing my teeth is the first thing I do when I wake up because brushing your teeth is supposed to protect your teeth from the food, not wash away your food.

If you have the means, buy an electric toothbrush, as this gets in the little nooks and crannies that a regular one cannot.

Use a tongue scraper or your toothbrush to get rid of any bacteria on your tongue.

Use straws to drink coffee or any heavily coloured drinks. This avoids the premature yellowing of teeth. Make sure you put the straw on the side of your mouth to avoid your teeth.

Use good mouthwash. A total game-changer, makes your breath fresher and your gums healthier.

If need be, definitely use a purple teeth serum as a whitening treatment.

GRADE 2: STYLE

I do not mean literal clothes and style, that's in grade 3. This is all about basic grooming and such. This is 2nd most important, especially if you're somebody who’s never been invested in beauty.

SKINCARE

Get a basic skincare routine, cleanser and moisturiser.

If you have other skincare concerns e.g. dry skin, hyperpigmentation, acne, or blemishes, invest in a serum.

Avoid touching your face frequently.

Wash makeup brushes & pillowcases often.

Dermaplaning to help skincare absorb better.

Use sunscreen!

HAIRCARE

Invest in a good shampoo and conditioner for your hair type.

Use a good hair oil, it doesn’t have to be for growth, but just for nourishing your scalp

Sleep with a good quality bonnet on.

Find which type of hairbrush works the best on you!

Use warm water to remove product build up and dirt, but use cool water to rinse.

Buy spray suncsreen to put on your scalp during hot weather.

Once again, research. Hair is just too much of a broad topic for me to thoroughly talk about.

EYEBROW & LASHES

Trim your eyebrows regularly to avoid too many stray hairs

Tint your eyebrows and lashes. If you already have dark eyelashes and brows, try a lighter look. I seem to prefer a dark brown look to a black

Invest in a good lash & brow serum or use any oil

Don't use Vaseline on your eyelashes.

Limit how much you wear mascara.

I talk more about this here.

BODY & HANDS

Have a daily shower routine which consists of washing, exfoliating and moisturising your skin.

Using scented products is such a game changer, smelling good is like being a magnet

Doing manicures, my routine is a cuticle scrub, file, buff, polish, paint then cuticle oil.

Shave on the areas you want to. Having smooth skin is nice, but to ensure your shave lasts longer, watch a video.

I post about creating a good shower routine here.

LIPS

Invest in a good, portable lip balm. I prefer the ones that burn your lips to give it a more fuller effect

Make your lip scrub. Sugar, honey and turmeric are my go-to. Helps remove dead skin.

If you have hyperpigmentation around the lips, use glycolic acid, only a little.

GRADE 3 – FASHION

My favourite grade, because it is so fun and focuses more on the aesthetic side of things. However, they're not essential, which makes it all the more fun!

CLOTHES

I have a post about wardrobe essentials here.

Find out about what season colours you are. This helps with using colours in fashion to enhance. ( if you don't like your colours it is okay, it doesn’t change much if you do not wear them)

Figuring out your undertone colours for jewellery.

Figure out what works for your figure. Experiment with necklines, bottom length etc.

Find out your general style too, what you feel confident in and more assured.

MAKEUP

Research and only watch tutorials of women who look like you (trust me).

Dear Peachie has a bunch of videos of how makeup works, for beginners to more advanced artists!

Then make your signature look for every using your knowledge.

FRAGRANCE

Invest in a good eau de parfum and eau de toilette. Cheap fragrances suck.

Invest in a good-scented lotion. My favourite brand is Vaseline.

Using a good nice fabric softener for laundry makes you feel and smell fresh

Using an expensive scented body wash doesn’t matter, invest in a good body lotion.

HAIR STYLING

Hairstyles that enhance your face shape, not shield it.

Having a simple signature look for everyday

Experimenting with your hair is ideal, but if you can't for whatever reason once again research.

GRADE 4 – PERSONALITY

The way you seem to others can make you so much prettier. Fake it till you make it as always~

POSTURE

Having good posture makes you stand out, makes you look prettier and is generally good for your health

Chin is parallel to the floor, shoulders are down and relaxed, rib cage is elevated, pelvis is tucked in, your knees straight and flexed, and the weight on your feet should be in the center.

You can stretch for good posture, there are many videos on this on YouTube.

Ensure your sleeping position is promoting good posture, not poor.

Buy a back brace to reinforce good posture.

BODY LANGUAGE

Learn how to move your body during conversations to seem more self-respected and confident.

Train your facial expressions for different situations, but especially for taking photos.

There are tons of books and videos on this, won’t expand because this is all about how you want others to perceive you.

ELOQUENCE

Improve the way you communicate with others. Be fluent and clear to understand

Expand your vocabulary, know how to substitute words on the spot and make sentences.

Knowing what to say in like any and every conversation makes people like you more, and the best way to be more eloquent is just practice.

There are so many good books about this.. read.

GRADE 5 – MIND

Personally, having a good mindset does boost your self-perception of your prettiness + being happier in general makes you more inclined to take care of yourself = being more pretty!!!

MENTAL HEALTH

Start journaling as a way to organise your thoughts and to truly analyse your emotions. There are a lot of journaling prompts on Pinterest and such!

Meditation as a way to clear the mind when needed is so good. There are a bunch more meditations for other purposes though like body image, productivity, focus or just general relaxation.

Go to therapy, or just have at least one person you can talk to when life becomes tough.

Cut back on social media. There's misinformation, trolls and a lot of content that isn't nourishing your mind.

Get some sun! Simple and doable, but has a huge effect on the body. It can improve the current mood. Wear sunscreen.

Start learning how to process situations, instead of bypassing the emotions that come with them.

Start surrounding yourself with like-minded people. Seriously, being around people who are just too different is draining.

MINDSET

Embrace growth and reject all forms of comfort. Being uncomfortable with something is growth.

Don’t do things because you ‘have’ to do this, do them because they benefit you and see it in that way. E.g ‘I’m going to clean my room because I deserve a clean place to rest and work’ instead of ‘I have to clean my room’

Become detached. Stop letting everything that happens in your life affect you, start observing instead of consuming.

Self validates yourself. Tam Kaur did a wonderful video on this that I think everyone should watch.

Stop believing that everything and everyone is out to get you. Your subconscious mind believes this, do not feed it, starve it.

There's a lot to say about mindset, but I recommend watching some mindset YouTubers who explain everything in depth.

and now,,,, here's a ANOTHER gift from lanny because u read her post. And liked it. And reblogged it. And followed her.. pleaseee

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jvnluvr · 1 year

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blue lock boys when they are drunk ♡

when the blue lock boys come home drunk, all they want is you.

ft. sae, rin & kaiser x f!reader

author’s note: im a sucker for my favs okay? fluffiest fluff i’ve ever written i almost cried ten different times send help hsish. also thank you all for 100 followers, i love u all sm mwah. i’m working on requests, they will come soon! otherwise please enjoy <33

itoshi sae:

god, he didn’t even know how he ended up in this position. all sae could remember was losing his game, walking out of that stadium with his usual blank expression, but then his legs took him to the nearest bar. he’s so drunk, heck, he even remembers smoking a cigarette or two while he was chugging down everything. he's overcome with a lot of emotions, but then he remembers.

he wants to go home. he’s up, and he’s walking home. it’s late, its dark, yet he’s still able to somehow manage to get to the front step before he knocks on the door, holding onto it because he’ll fall if he doesn’t. that’s when you open the door and sae falls into your arms. "sae-? what happened?" you ask, trying your best to not let him fall while shutting the door.

you already knew he lost, you were obviously watching the streamed game. but when sae loses, he shuts everyone out for a day at the very least. however, it's weird to find him falling onto you, at your doorstep, and incredibly late at night. he smells like cigarettes, and that's when you understand what is going on.

"sit down, i'll get you water." you guide him to the couch, slowly trying to let go of his arm so you can lie down, but he doesn't let go of you. instead, he pulls you down with him so you're lying down on top of him. "uh, what's this about? you gonna talk to me..?" to say you're confused right now is kind of an understatement. sae hasn't spoken a word to you since he entered, just mindless grumbles and sighs until now, where it's almost like he's searching into your eyes for something.

"y'know, you're a whole lot prettier up close, right?"

what..?

your eyes probably looked bugged right now. you know he's not sober, but when people are drunk, their true feelings come out. sae's never really been an openly affectionate man, you knew that from the moment you met him. so hearing him suddenly throw a compliment into your face has you stunned to say the least.

"c'mon don't look at me like that... this is new to me too.." he mumbles, a red tint starting to appear on his cheeks. he grabs you by your waist to sit you on his lap, and you start to turn red too. "seriously, what's gotten into you sae?" you ask quietly, you both letting out a small chuckle as you stare at each other.

"i don' know.. it's your fault." you tilt your head as his one hand intertwines with yours. "you have beautiful eyes too.. you know that?" you let out a little gasp as your eyes avert away from him. you can feel your ears getting hotter and hotter as each seconds by. now you're actually worried, since when has he thought of these things?

sae put a hand on your cheek to turn you back to him. he has that soft smile plastered onto his face. your gaze softens as he continues talking to you. "you've always had.. that bright light in your eyes... even the first night we met. 't was what got me so interested in you." you bite your lip at that, small water drops forming into your eyes. it wasn't possible for your heart to not melt as those words. "the only thing.. i could think about.. was how much i liked you. how much my heart yearned for you. for how happy i am, to have you in my life now."

he wipes a tear of yours while eliciting that little soft but deep chuckle you always adored. "c'mon, don't cry, was just being honest.." he hugged you, burying his face into your neck and closing his eyes. you were almost certain that after that the alcohol consumed him, that he was too drowsy to even remember all the words he just said. but it's okay. for the chance you got to see itoshi sae confess his love in his own way. you whispered out an "i love you' before falling asleep beside him.

michael kaiser:

"babyy, i'm homee!" yeah, he was definitely slurring over each word he said. you walked out the kitchen, staring as kaiser almost fell atleast 5 times trying to walk over to you. it was hard to try and not laugh at how adorable he was being all tipsy, it was like he was a little child again.

“michael.” you giggled, trying to get him to sit on the chair but you both fell against each other on the floor. “that hurt!” his cheeks are more than just flushed and his eyes are half open. "who are ya, and where's my girlfriend?" to be honest, you were kind of hurt that he couldn't recognize you even while you were right in his face, but kaiser can be a little slow even when sober.

"c'mon michael, 'is me, your girlfriend." you retorted, wrapping your arms around him in an attempt to get him to sit down on a chair. but of course, kaiser being kaiser doesn't want to be apart from you for even a second, so he pulls you onto his lap. "i know, 'was just messin' with ya. i'm not that drunk, y'know?" you could only blankly stare at him as he confessed to that. even the dumbest person alive could tell that lie straight through his teeth.

"you are seriously not gonna tell me you aren't THAT drunk. you slipped over the fuckin' air." you both looked at each other, slightly grinning at that. silence. ah there it is, you both burst out laughing not even a second after, because you know it was true. "honestly though, you REEK of alcohol, go shower or somethin'." you tried getting off his lap, you really did. but does he care? of course not.

"no, 'm gonna stay here, too tired to shower..." you let out a small sigh at that, but if he wasn't going to get into the shower, you weren't going to let him doze off in his uncomfy chair. both of your backs couldn't take that kind of pain right now. "okay okay, we're both tired, let's go to bed, hm?" kaiser quietly grumbled as a counter, not wanting to let you go. at that point, your sounds started to sound more grumpy. you should have dragged him to bed when you had the chance.

"hiii babyy, i love you." kaiser suddenly said, with a smile hanging ear to ear. you didn't know what he was up to, but you just quietly ignored his statement of affection. "you're really cute when you're grumpy," he added, followed by a bunch of little mischievous giggles. "but you're cute all the time, so it makes it absolutelyyy irresistible to stay mad at you." you're so embarrassed by kaiser's sudden overload of compliments that, you start to playfully hit him? one hit to the arm, one hit to the head, and you continue in order to stop being so flustered by the drunk man in front of you.

"ow! i literally said you're cute, why are you hitting me- stop! ow!" even if you were hitting him, kaiser couldn't help but let out more laughs when he realized why you were hitting him. "aww, you're embarrased, aren't ya?" he pressed you for a kiss, but you just put your hand over his mouth to push him back. you couldn't take being more abashed over your extraordinarily drunk boyfriend.

"if you're not gonna accept my love, let me properly confess it, alrightt?" again, you were too afraid to even blurt out a single world in fear of stuttering and having kaiser coo into your ear about how cute you were. so you just looked at him, waiting for him to continue his speech. "got your attention, pretty? i've had a crush on you since the first time i met you, like the biggest crush ever, like the moment i saw you i swear those hearts appeared in my eyes like they do in cartoon shows." he was stuttering as the alcohol was still rushing in his system, but kaiser sounded like a little boy who had been lovestruck with the mere thought of you.

"you're so stupid sometimes.." you mumbled, but nonetheless giddy with happiness and love. "maybe, but i'm stupidly in love with you." all you could do was let out a sheepish smile before pulling him into a hug. "i love you.." and that was followed with snores. you didn't really plan on how to move kaiser out of this awkward position, but what you did know that he was a pretty cute lovestruck man when he was drunk.

itoshi rin:

rin isn't one to typically get drunk, he's not even one to have maybe more than three shots of alcohol at most. but tonight, he went completely overboard. maybe the drinks just tasted good, maybe he had lost his mind. not the matter of how he got drunk, but he was stumbling into your shared apartment when you just barely saw you peeking through your bedroom door through his blurry eyes.

"rin, are you okay..?" you murmured, slowing walking towards him. "mm, 'm fine, were you sleeping?" even if he was on the verge of passing out, rin was one of those guys who was able to maintain his composure. he didn't like how he felt, so he stride towards the kitchen, aching for a glass of water. "was waiting for you, did you drink, rin?" he turned around to see you standing there waiting for him.

"mhm, sorry, don't know what got over me. wait in the room for me, i'll be in there soon." he replied, turning back around to put his glass in the sink, but when he shifted back, he could still see you waiting his in peripheral vision. "what are you waiting for, [name]?" rin asked, still feeling the horrible effects of the alcohol continuing to flow through his blood stream. "i told you, 'm waiting for you." you knew that if you went back, he would fall asleep on the nearby couch, heck even fall and just pass out on the floor, he was drunk out of his mind.

"alright, c'mon let's go." he slowly trailed behind you, the cold air hitting him in the face when he realized he feels way too hot. rin slowly discards his jacket and his shirt, moving to lie down with you. but the one thing he couldn't help but notice is that you didn't make direct eye contact with him, your eyes are averted in every direction except his, why is that? maybe the reason he hated alcohol so much is because of what it does to him. he wants your attention, he craves for your touch, it's weird to him.

so rin extends his arm towards you, he has a hold on your waist before you're too close to him. "what's wrong..?" he examines you, how you're still not looking into his eyes. "look at me, why aren't you looking at me honey?" he's surprised that it does the trick, because your eyes are finally in his direct field of view, and his heart melts. "nothin', just thought you might have wanted to sleep, so didn't wanna' bother you." you answered shyly, realizing now that he wanted nothing more than you. it's silent for a bit, just the both of you in each other's embrace, lying down in the dark.

"mm, you don't bother me, you know that?" he starts, rin doesn't realize that all of sudden he's rambling to you. "i say you shouldn't be nervous but the truth is.. i'm always a bit nervous around you. we've been together for a while but.. i don't know.. i just.. always want to know more about you. it drives me insane sometimes, 'cause i don't usually care about people like that. but for you i just-" he's pulling you closer into your chest, noticing how your grip tightens on him as he continues speaking. "i just want to know every tiny detail about you. i notice the small things about you. the way your smile goes slightly down, you touch the tip of your eyes when your embarrassed, and you always touch the same spot-" he intertwines his hands with yours, rubbing over the spot he's just about to mention. "you always touch the same spot of your hand when you're focused. i pay attention to those things because i care about you, i hope you knew that."

"rin.." you whisper, it's all you could physically verbalize. but all you could feel were the hot tears you were spilling onto his chest. you felt guilty, quickly trying to wipe them away, but he looked down to hush your sobs. "'m sorry, didn't wanna make you cry. i meant it though, even if i don't say it much." it's undeniable that you just want to be even closer to him than humanely possible, you wouldn't dare think of even letting him go for a second after that. "i think you should get drunk more often," which dragged a small string of chuckles from you two. "being drunk sucks, but we can compromise and i'll try and tell you how much i love and want to be with you more, yea?" rin shared, fumbling over his words. yep, still definitely drunk.

"mhm, go to sleep now, 'kay?" you acknowledged, content with how tonight turned out to be. "you go to sleep too, i love you." and rin let himself pass out in the comfort of your presence. not only until a few moments later could you say 'i love you' back, but he was secretly waiting to fall asleep until he heard confirmation of your feelings.

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latay7 · 1 month

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hiihii!! could you write either lance/orter/carpaccio/rayne getting slightly jealous because the reader looks like they were bering courted by a guy, but turns out they were asking that guy for advice to help the reader to confess to character,,,thankyou:3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚WHY HELLO HELLOOO!!*ੈ✩‧₊˚

First of all thank you so much for your ask ><♡♡ and i will try my best since this is my first fanfic/headcannon , so i hope you like it ✨️(and i hope i wrote what u wanted bcz i can get a bit dumb)

A misunderstanding..?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Char : Lance crown , Orter Madl x fem!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥genre : fluff

Note : reader appearence , prefrence , dorm , is up to ur imagination (wanted to be inclusive TvT) and god is this too long and it took me a while

Note 2 : im sorry this turned out to be bad , it's late at night and idk wtf am i , (english is not my first language btw)

☆ Lance crown

You were an ordinary student at Easton Academy , you had your friends and lived your life , diffrent classes and sessions here and there and tried your best !

Although Easton's Curriculum makes every student busy with a full schedule , you're thankful that you get the time to hang out with your friends...Adler's most famous idiots students!! They were all so nice and fun so you had a lovely time with them.

You enjoy their company to the point where you squeeze your schedule to be with them which had a certain outcome....you developed a big small crush on the blue haired one and only , Lance crown!!(lance stroll lol)

You found his dedication and hard work for the sake of his sister Anna adorable , his love for her might go too much sometimes but- it doesn't matter , it proved how much of a sweetheart he is , which made you live him even more.

And now...you found yourself in a dilemma , how are you gonna confess your feelings to him?? THE Lance crown , who never looks like he seeks love..

You excused yourself with Finn to talk privately

Since he's technically the sanest in the group....

So , here we are in this moment.

You were with Finn outside his dorm behind a close corner ,and Lance noticed your dissappearence for a while so decided to check up on you.

"You see Finn , i've had this thing for a long time now , and it's just unexplainable.."

"Don't worry (Y/N) , I understand , but how can i help you out"

At this moment , you could feel your face heating up a bit , it's natural after all you're talking about a CRUSH.

"So i just wanted to get some advice from you since you guys meet a lot more than i do with him , how should i tell him a-and what if he doesn't like me back ,i mean he doesn't really show any interest in me-" at this point you started to ramble , and to calm you down , Finn held your hands in his as he tries to convince you that it's gonna be alright. Meanwhile...

Lance was watching , but he didn't hear anything...so he just saw how you acted but he didn't want to jump to conclusions.

'Was i too late..?' He can't shake off the stinging feeling in his chest , he was hurt , yet somehow mad or even perhaps...jealous?

After a while

It was after hours so you rushed back to your room after saying goodbye to your friends. And while you try to sneak your way through Easton's halls you see a figure you know , it was....Lance?? What was he doing here?

"Lance...? Why are here?"

"Oh there you are..you see...i wanted to talk.." this was concerning

"Oh...really ?..me too"

"I...."

The next words were DEFENTLY unexpected for you , i mean , sure he was nice towards you but you didn't want to be delusional so this was a shock....

But of course , with the shock comes the joy.

"...and i don't want to make things awkward because i knew you and F- why are smiling like that..."

A sigh leaves your mouth with a slight chuckle....apparently he was an idiot as well , so you decided to take a brave move.

"What are you-"

*kiss*

His shocked flustered expression is to DIE for.

"Just a misunderstanding ehe...." you smile.

☆Orter ( at this point tf am i doing)

As a devine visionary yourself , you have many responsobilites and missions to take , paperwork to do , and meetings to attend.

Thus , after your were finally chosen as the devine visionary yourself because of your hard work , you had to meet up with the other visionaries and work under them , including Orter Madl.

You've tried your best to leave a good impression on them because you were quite nervous , obviously.

You could say you were able to get close to some of the visionaries by being attentive and a fast learner , you were trying your best !

Seemingly except....Orter.

Despite your big efforts in helping him in paperwork , doing good on most of the missions you were went on , being so nice and respectful to him , he seemed like he didn't care , he declined everything.

And it DEFENETLY didn't help with the crush you developed on him. You found him elegant , hardworking , and most defently handsome (im screaming in the bus rn dude) despite him being emotionally constipated. (wtf am i saying)

So you decided to ask for help.

Here you are , in Ryoh Grantz' office , asking him what you should do considering he is married and all.

"Im sorry if this meeting is a nuisance Mr Ryoh but you were the only one i could ask for help.." a drop of sweat as you speak sheepishly.

" oh don't worry about it , you've been helping me out a lot recently so it's only fair if i return the favour , and besides , it is a good opportunity to .....distress" he says in a cheerful tone , he liked you , otherwise you wouldn't have been drinking tea in his office " and just Ryoh is fine ,now tell me , what's wrong?"

You tell him your issue as your embarrasment grows even further , i mean , that's not just ANY matter to speak about , However , you manage to go through the entire thing.

He hums in understanding "i see i see , well i have to agree with you on his emotional constipation , he doesn't even show his brother any emotions either"

Your chest starts to feel heavier as you sweat comically , "but don't worry about it , i mean , if i was to be really honest with you and if we talk in terms of emotions...."

Righ then and there , a certain someone was passing by as he heard only a part of the conversation , he got curious but he couldn't make out...everything...

Only a few words....

Emotions , confessing , feelingsa and...Kaldo??!

What in the.....he knew Ryoh was married and....does that mean he's helping you confess to Kaldo ??

Orter Madl , despite his stoic face and cold ruthless demeanor , had a soft spot for you , he felt somthing for you , he tried to show it by being less mean to you compared to others, and taking some paperwork of yours to finish himself , as well as doing what he can so you take the easiest missions , but it seems like it wasn't that obvious...

He knew you and Kaldo were on good terms but to the point where his thoughts led to thinking...you ? And-

No , he refused to believe it.

"So yes , Kaldo could be someone good to ask since these two are quite together at a lot of times-"

Knock knock , Orter entered the office in the middle of your talk.

"O-oh hi-"

"If you'll excuse me Ryoh , i need to talk to (Y/N)" And Ryoh accepts nevously -because his appearence was very unexpected- and lets you leave.

You and Orter are now walking through the hall of the building because you're following him to god knows where. Until you reach a private area where you two could talk.

"You didn't tell me why are we-"

"What do you have of feelings for Kaldo?"

"Huh"...was the only word that came out of your mouth , Dumbfounded was the least you could think of to describe yourself right now.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me , now answer me , what are the feelings you have for him"

"Wait a min-"

Realization never hit you this hard , so you started laughing as he watches confused , why are you laughing.

"Ok here's the whole thing mister eavsdropper..."

That ended well , for both parties , Ryoh bless your soul.

#mashle #mashle: magic and muscles #mashle x reader #orter madl x reader #orter madl #orter mádl #orter x reader #mashle orter #lance crown #lance crown x reader #mashle lance

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str4wkinzi · 8 months

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JUST FRIENDS.

A friends with benefits relationship with Childe.

NSFW CONTENT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

FWB CHILDE.. who you’ve been friends with for a while. He’s always had a crush on you but was too afraid to ruin what you two had.

FWB CHILDE.. who one day slides his hand up your thigh, up to your cunt. Thinking it was another flirty act that doesn’t bother you, between friends y’know? he didn’t think it would lead to anything, unfortunately.

FWB CHILDE.. who’s actions lead to you two hooking up. It was the best night of his life but he was scared. He thought your friendship was over.

FWB CHILDE.. who suggests if you two should be friends with benefits. He doesn’t want to lose you but he definitely wants to fuck you again.

You moan his name like a broken record while he pounds into your cunt.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I think im gonna-“ hes cut of by you cumming and spasming on his cock, squeezing around him like a vice. This makes his cum as well, emptying his load into your twitching cunt. Tired from the pleasure, you fall asleep after he pulls out of you, wrapping you in his arms.

The day after, you both wake up. You both too embarrassed to talk while still being in each others arms,

“Need help walking?” Childe decides to crack the joke that makes you laugh and play hit him. He looks you in the eyes.

“Did you… enjoy it? Because y’know.. i did.”

“I did too.” Voice coming out a little hoarse.

“Maybe we could… do it again sometime?” He regrets what he says immediately.

“I mean if you w-“

“I’d like that.”

Thats how it began.

FWB CHILDE.. who fucks you into oblivion. He fucks you like he hates you, but he loves you so, so, so much.

I just felt like adding this one just cuz :3

Moans and fast slaps fill the room around you. Screams of you begging him to slow down fall on deaf ears. You’ve cum for the umpteenth time and Tartaglia keeps going.

“Tartaglia, fuck, slow down!” You whine while clawing at his back.

“No.” Is all he says before somehow speeding his thrusts up.

FWB CHILDE.. who is always touching you. He always has a hand on you at all times. He never leaves your side.

FWB CHILDE.. who acts as if your dating and gets sad when you tell someone you aren’t. All he wants is you and to him… you don’t want him.

FWB CHILDE.. who guards you like a police dog. He lets no one get close enough to touch you. Only he can.

“Childe, y’know you can’t keep scaring people off all the time.” You look over at him while walking, hands intertwined.

“Yes i can.” he says, trying to hide the scowl on his face.

He was just asking for directions.

(This looks like a little road this is so cute wtf)

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While walking you back to his house,

“You two make such a pretty couple!” A nice older lady exclaims

“Oh, no we arent dating, ma’am.”

“Thats a shame, you two look so cute together.”

You look over at Tartaglia to crack a joke but you see him looking away from you.

“Tartaglia?”

Maybe one day you’ll say you two are dating, maybe more.

FWB CHILDE.. who one night after fucking you, finally decides to come clean.

“Hey, um.”

“Yeah?” You respond.

“I’ve liked you for a.. really long time. Actually, not liked, I’ve loved you for a really long time and i-“

“I love you too Tartaglia.”

He stares at you, dumbfounded.

He never thought the day would come.

“Does this mean..?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re dating.” The two of you say at the same time.

He never thought he’d hear those words from such a perfect person like you.

He really does love you.

STR4WZ STICKY NOTE < HI GUYS!!!! My bbg comic loved the idea of this friends with benefits thingy so i did it :3 i hope u guys like it and im working on a couple more! 3

ALSO THIS IS LIKE SUUUPPPPERRRRRR MESSY but i like to section things a little even tho it looks like shit

#str4wkinzi #str4wkinzi smut #dom character #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #tartaglia smut #tartaglia scenarios #tartaglia x reader #gi smut #childe smut #childe x reader #childe x you #tartaglia x you #character x reader

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manicpixiefelix · 4 months

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head, heart, hand. {Felix Catton/Reader/Oliver Quick}

Part 8.

Summary: The fallout of arguing with Oliver, not fighting with Farleigh, Felix hooks up with your not-girlfriend, and so you provide comfort to his sort-of-ex.

{ masterpost }

Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.

Warnings: someone makes a move on the reader while they're very very drunk and the reader is far more sober, but it doesn't go past kissing, if that's something you're possibly concerned about.

A/N: 5424 words. welcome back. this one goes many different places in the span of one night. the farleigh of it all. the annabel of it all. im worried this one might feel OOC so id really like to hear if there's anywhere i could improve on my characterisation, what worked, what didn't?? as always unedited, and as we're nearing the end of the term (in the fic) we only have a few chapters left at oxford before we get to go to saltburn!! LOVE YOU ENJOY!!

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"Didn't have to do that," Felix sighed from his desk, head bent low over his textbook. It's the first thing he'd said since Oliver left. You, still on his bed, picking through a textbook for a class you both share, found half-shoved under his bed, look up.

"Do what?"

"That thing with Michael What's-His-Name's file," it almost sounds like guilt in his voice, but he still isn't listening to you, "you could get in real trouble for having that."

In swift movements he stands, and you catch the sight of his scowl despite how he doesn't turn it upon you. Once again he's sitting on the floor, back to the foot of the bed, lighting up another cigarette, legs crossed in front of him.

"I'll put it back tomorrow." You're not used to Felix disapproving of you, it's a kind of discomfort you want to shake as quickly as you're able to. After a moment you add, "I know it's not really Ollie's fault, I shouldn't have -"

"I don't want to talk about Ollie right now." He's focused on balancing his ash tray on his knee, watching it with such intensity it's as if he's trying to define life's secrets from it.

"Should I go?" Murmured, almost like you're afraid of anyone hearing it, even Felix. It hangs, golden in the hazy heat of the afternoon.

"'m not the boss of you," Felix mumbles softly, head low, again his words coloured almost with guilt. You know he will never shake the quiet shame he sometimes is hit with when he remembers the way people often perceive the relationship you two share; too close, too loyal, too imbalanced.

But you've never cared; you will never treat him differently, never want for anything but his happiness, never beat the canine allegations. One day you hope you'll convince him that's okay.

So instead of leaving, you close the textbook and stretch yourself out across his bed, laying the on your belly with your head resting at the foot, by his. Your hand rests on his head, running your fingers through his hair.

Felix breathes out a lung full of smoke. He doesn't look at you. He leans into your touch and closes his eyes. The moment is a quiet one, tension thick and choking and full of things neither of you can talk about.

It's the strangest afternoon you share in a long while, one full of silence and the slow, mind numbing sound of pages being turned and the scratch of pen against paper.

"I'm gonna get ready to go out tonight," you say softly, finally breaking the silence when the courtyard outside is every shade of gold and orange in the sunset. Felix just hums in acknowledgement from his desk, "Fi?"

"Yeah," he huffs, dismissively, still looking at his notes. You've got the file in one hand, doing up the buttons of the shirt you'd forgone in the afternoon heat of his dorm room, but had to wear back to your own.

"You want me to text Oli?" You watch him grow tense at the name alone.

"Yeah, maybe, I don't know," he mumbles, almost forcibly nonchalant, despite the hard line of his shoulders that hadn't been there moments ago. Then, as if to clear the moment, he sits up straighter, turning to you in his desk chair with a look of determination in his eyes, "India still into me do you think?"

"I know India's still into you," you can't help but snort, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Would you be totally cut up if I -" he doesn't even need to finish before you're rolling your eyes.

"She'd be thrilled," but your smile softens a little, even as you shake your head with exasperation, "she's all yours, Fi."

Perhaps it's the fondness with which you acquiesces to his arguably selfish request that makes him take in the full exchange that had just passed. Felix takes a moment, tension and expression dropping as he turns pensive for a moment, unable to look you in the eyes. After a beat, you turn to the door, fully intending on letting the moment pass, but you hear Felix stand.

He doesn't say anything as he approaches you, still wearing that rather grim, thoughtful expression, but he wraps you up in a hug. He holds you as close as he's able, and after a beat of surprise, you gently drop the file to wrap your arms around him in return.

I love you. I'm sorry. All the tension from the afternoon drains away in this hug, in him pressed against you, leaning into you, breathing deep and even and steady. Pressing your face against his shoulder, you give him a brief kiss against his warm, golden skin, and hope he can feel your smile too.

The hug breaks, but still he holds your face for a long moment. He's smiling again. I love you. Thank you. He kisses your cheek quickly.

"I'll catch you at the King's Arms, yeah?"

"'course, Fi," you assure him with a warm smile of your own.

Back in your own dorm, that single moment of warmth unfortunately can't overwrite the entire afternoon of sickly tension. Looking at Oliver's name in your contacts, you frown. You should text him, invite him, Felix told him he would -

"Yeah, maybe, I don't know."

You don't text Oliver.

Annabel also isn't at the King's Arms that night. Of course you know why, the answer sits across from you with his arm around your not-girlfriend, but part of you still kind of feels bad for if the sweet redhead ever finds out.

"What are you sulking about?" Farleigh's smug voice in your ear, Farleigh's arm around your shoulder, Farleigh's cigarettes you keep stealing, Farleigh who you've tucked yourself up against for the night.

"'m not," you try insisting, frowning at the lighter that's clearly out of fluid and refusing to relight your cigarette. He gives your shoulder a squeeze.

"You sure, Peter Pan? Where's your shadow?"

"You don't give a shit about Oliver," you snap a little too quickly, both frustrated by the situation you're trying to ignore, and the useless lighter, but Farleigh reads right through it and practically cackles. Still, he wraps his other arm around you and squeezes you against his side with glee, even as you try to protest.

"Ooh~" Farleigh teases, poking your side with a wide, fond smile, "trouble in pauper's paradise?"

"That's fucking mean," you rib him none too gently, but he actually snorts with laughter. The lighter still won't bloody well start.

"I feel like you're fucking edging me with that lighter, fuck," Benji, from Farleigh's other side, smacks your lighter out of your hands and holds out his perfectly working one.

"Thank you, Benny, that was pissing me off," Farleigh says with a satisfied smile, his laughter having died down. You, finally take a draught on your cigarette, grateful for the warmth, and the nicotine as it hits.

"Could kiss you, Benj," you finally let yourself smile, "someone remind me to get a new lighter," you add, leaning across Farleigh without hesitation to plant a kiss squarely on Benji's lips after he'd wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, teasingly at you at your comment.

"We'd fascinate psychologists," Farleigh chuckled, but his voice is warm and fond, and Benji turns back to his conversation with Alicia and Jake on his other side once the moment had passed.

"Probably," comes out distracted, however as your teasing mood drops and you look to your phone. Should I have called Oliver? But when you look up, across the table, you see warmth and fondness in the way Felix looks at India, enraptured by whatever story she's telling. With one arm around her shoulders, he lets her distractedly play with his other hand, leaning into her, all attention on her. Making her feel like the centre of the universe, the way only Felix knows how to do. India glows in a way you've never seen before, lighting up under his direct affection, beautiful and elated, maybe even a little bit flustered.

There's not even a hint of jealousy at the sight of them. All you know is how much you love your friends, and how happy and beautiful they look together in this moment. There is contentment, satisfaction, like a job well done... Farleigh might have a point about the psychologists.

Speaking of - Farleigh grabs your chin and tilts your face to look at him. Immediately you smack his hand away.

"Stop that! What is that? What are you doing?" You squawk at him immediately. Again, he grabs your chin, frowning, intent upon gazing intensely into your eyes. This time you let him.

"I'm figuring out what this is," he mutters like he's deep in thought. You let your gaze roam for a moment, hoping he gets whatever this is out of his system. You wiggle your chin in his grip, and it's enough to prompt more of an explanation, "if you're not sulking, then I don't know this -" rolling your eyes, you smack his hand away.

"Fuck man, I'm not sulking," you insist, remembering your cigarette and taking another puff, glad it hadn't gone out.

"You've been weird lately; angry - ranting," Farleigh made sure to stick to your cover story despite having seen through it the minute you'd tried out the other week, "you and Felix have had some weird vibes," he takes the cigarette from you, and you settle yourself against him further.

"Fi and I always have weird vibes," you pointed out with a little smirk, keeping your voice as low as he was, glad he didn't feel the need to publicise this discussion too broadly. Farleigh snorted, but shook his head.

"You, sure," Farleigh conceded, handing back the cigarette, "but," he leans in, leans into your with a knowing, dangerously sharp smile, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, "Felix has been weird about you," his voice slides along the word weird as his hand slides up your thigh, as if to prove a point, before sitting back. Giving you a moment to recover, Farleigh sits back up like nothing happened, letting go of your thigh and taking a drink. He gives you a squeeze, arm still around your shoulders, "or hadn't you noticed?" Back at regular conversation levels like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Across the circle of your friend group, Felix's gaze momentarily flicks to you as India's in the middle of some kind of enthusiastically rambling. Gaze briefly passing to Farleigh, he then looks back and raises an amused eyebrow in silent question. The smile you give him is instinctive and warm, a silent answer. He mirrors the smile for the briefest moment before his attention returns to India.

Of course you'd noticed the change.

"Of course I've noticed." Your gaze dips; you become fascinated with your drink for the moment, trying to brace yourself for whatever comment you knew Farleigh had coming.

"Surprised he hadn't put you on a leash."

You elbow him hard in the ribs. He retaliates by flicking you repeatedly in the forehead. Its a blurry mess of frustration and elbows after that, pulling hair and wet fingers in ears and trying to sink nails into each other's soft sides, all squabbling and cursing and insults not made for polite society.

"- you put your fingers near my mouth I'll bite them off!" You holler even when he's got his arm around your neck in a kind of choke hold, which is around the time the two of you are pulled away from each other.

The rest of the table is staring at you both, while you and Farleigh straighten yourselves up, a little flustered at the many incredulous stares you were getting.

"The fuck was that about?" Felix, of course, is the one to voice the question the others all had. You look to Farleigh, his expression mirroring yours; no malice, no frustration, like nothing had happened.

"Bit of horseplay," you shrugged easily, meeting Felix's eyes, tone bright and chipper. He looked unconvinced.

"Just two dudes being guys," Farleigh's tone was light and breezy as he settled back into the booth, and you alongside him, letting him once more sling an arm around your shoulders.

"Guys bein' pals," you agreed with a nod. Farleigh pats your head for emphasis. The group thankfully decides that they've had enough of the weird moment to go back to their own conversations. Felix was the last to focus back on the conversation he'd been having with India and Alicia, narrowing his eyes as he looked between you and Farleigh.

Before turning his attention entirely away, his gaze fixes on you. There, in the very slight tilt of his head, the look in his eyes, the way his jaw tightens, you see his concern for you. You lean your head back on Farleigh's shoulder and let yourself relax, let yourself give him a genuine, reassuring smile. It's enough.

Farleigh clears his throat.

"It was either that or tell him you said that," you explained under your breath, to which Farleigh nodded in understanding, hand running up and down your shoulder idly as he reached across the table for the communal fries, bringing the basket closer to you both.

"And you don't want to tell him because you know I'm right," Farleigh is back to smug, but at least this time you can join him in his amusement.

"No, but I'm humouring you because I'd like to talk about how good I'd look in a collar," picking up a chip, you eat it with a grin as Farleigh rolls his eyes. After a moment, however, he comes back with this contemplative look, still amused, but eyes narrowed and searching like they had been earlier. You eat another chip and tell him to put his eyeballs back in his head, "seriously, quit looking at me like that, Farleigh -"

"He has been weird-weird," Farleigh says like he's agreeing, though you tell him you have no idea what the fuck he means. Taking a deep breath like he was ramping up to something, Farleigh looks across the group to Felix, before looking back at you with a kind of put-upon smile, "I say this only as someone who's know you for like, more of my life than I'd like to admit -"

"I love you too, go on."

"- so I kind of think that it might not look that different to anyone else, like they don't know it's not your usual brand of weirdness," he wets his lips, giving you a look like he's not even sure if he's meant to be saying this, like he might be letting you in on a secret you're not supposed to know, "he's been really hot and cold with you."

Of course you'd noticed.

"I slept with Oliver."

Beside you, Farleigh appears to go through all five stages of grief at once.

"You make it very hard to be friends with you sometimes," he says, shaking his head. You, however, are focusing on how many chips you can eat in a rush rather than think too much about the topic at hand.

"That mean," you tell him flatly, mouth full of potatoes, "you're being mean again."

"You chose to sleep with Oliver, that is a choice you made; I'm gonna be mean about it, you've earned it, you know you have -"

"Remember," you gave him a shit-eating grin, "how the next time we went drinking after that costume party, you spent a full half hour in the beer garden ranting about how stupid you thought Ollie's costume was," you ate another chip while Farleigh narrowed his eyes at you with barely concealed contempt, but you powered on, "and it turned out that you thought the costume didn't do him justice, which then -" your grin grew wider, "became you ranting about how his eyes are too blue, and why does he dress like that when we can all see his arms, imagine if he wore a shirt that fit!" You gleefully recounted, even as Farleigh's mouth flattened into a thin line, like he's bitten on a lemon, but he couldn't look you in the eyes.

"Hey, that's not what I -"

"And then -!" You spoke over him, "you forgot where you were and tried to take an angry nap in the bushes."

"I don't -" a flustered Farleigh squirms for a moment in his seat, unable to look at you, "remember that, and," he turned a faux serious look upon you, "if you tell anyone I said that, I'll tell them you're lying."

"I'm just saying," you shrugged, "don't act like you don't know part of the reason why I slept with him."

"Fine," Farleigh rolled his eyes, allowing his flustered frustration to ease. After a moment of contemplation, of watching Felix, he hums quietly, thoughtfully, "that can't be it, right?"

"What can't be it?"

"If Felix was going to start being jealous it wouldn't be over Oliver."

"See, that's what I thought."

"So he is jealous?"

"I don't know," you say quietly, still not quite sure how to feel about it; Felix had taken the news fine when you'd told him, he hadn't seemed any different, but of course there'd been a change. Why now?

"That's really stupid of him," Farleigh finally says, dismissively.

"It is, isn't it?" As you try and laugh, your heart's not in it. You look at your phone again, another wave of that strange discomfort that you'd been feeling lately washing over you again. You can't stay.

Everyone's surprised by your early departure as you say your goodbyes. You cite the need to study hard tomorrow, giving hugs and kisses as you start the short journey back to your dorm. Felix murmurs that he loves you and a cheeky thanks in your ear and you know he's talking about India. You kiss his cheek, and then you head off.

Nothing had seemed off when you'd told Felix.

"You look like you're about to burst into song; what happened to you?"

"Something happened!"

"Am I meant to guess?"

"No, no- I mean, like how nothing happened between me and Ollie a few months ago; something happened!"

"Something happened between you and Ollie?"

"The something that didn't happen last time -"

"I don't remember last time, Y/N, you're being so cryptic, I love that you're excited but -"

"Yes, Ollie and I slept together. Finally!"

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"No, good 'oh', promise!"

"Didn't sound like a good 'oh', Fi; is everything alright?"

"Yeah, of course, sorry Y/N, I promise, I'm just... I don't remember you being this excited about a hook up... and I don't think I was excepting it to be Ollie, you know? Was he really that good?"

"Let me put it this way, it was the kind of good that none of our other friends would believe if I told them."

"Fancy that, Ollie knows what he's doing; good for you."

"Great for me."

It wasn't particularly vulgar or explicit, you'd had far more in depth conversations about your various hook ups, Felix had seemed as happy for you as he always did with these kinds of stories. But he'd started looking at Oliver different, you'd noticed it. That too is when he became the clingiest. Farleigh was right; on nights out with Oliver around, Felix threw out any pretence of subtlety or person space. Felix acted like your boyfriend.

But then, any other night, any other group situation, it was like any other day. Sometimes he'd barely even glance at you. Hot and cold.

You're so in your head on the walk home that you barely register someone sitting at your door until you all but trip over them.

Annabel.

She'd been crying.

"Fuck you." Is how she greets you.

"What are you doing here?" A twinge of pity, a twinge of guilt, to see her obviously distraught at your doorstep. She gets unsteadily to her feet, swearing at you again. Reaching out to steady her, she surprises you by lunging at you, grabbing you.

"You were there, weren't you? With the rest of them," Annabel's gripping your collar, makeup smeared with tears and eyes red-rimmed, "with him," lips still inches from yours, her gaze unfocused but searching, "I can fucking smell it on you- you- you and rich boy-" but she stops for a moment, expression falling to confusion, "Farleigh?"

"Annabel -" you ease her hands off of your collar, partly confused, but mostly pitying.

"Why do you smell like Farleigh?" She sounds almost like a lost child, refusing to let go of your hand as you pulled out your keys. God she looks so helpless, tears still welling in her eyes, vodka bottle mostly empty by her feet.

"Why are you so good at telling what Farleigh smells like?" You countered with, swinging the door open. At this, some of the righteous indignation fires up in her again, flouncing into your room.

"You all went to the same boarding school, you've all got these same habits, and same but different scents you cling to," she's scowling at your dresser as you picked up the vodka bottle and brought it into your room, shutting your door. You watch her for a long moment, see how she analyses everything you have there, perfumes, colognes, makeup, skin care, little bits of paper rubbish - she picks up a bottle and flicks off the lid, not caring where it landed amongst the rest of the things there. When she sprays it, she seems to almost relax amongst it's mist. Of course. It's Felix's favourite, Felix's scent as she'd so aptly described it, for when he'd spend the night.

"Of course you have his too," she says faintly, almost derisively.

Allowing your attention to finally drift from her, you start getting ready for bed, heading to your closet to hang up your jacket.

"You all need to mark your territory," she spits, out of your peripheries, you see her move away from your dresser and pick up her vodka again, "need everyone to know who you own, who we all belong to -"

"Anna, that's not -" you sighed, unsure of where any of this was going, but not liking it either way. As you search your drawers for pyjamas, you felt her gentle hands on your hips. Jumping at the sudden touch, when you spin she braces herself against the drawers with hands either side of you, while your hands become trapped, the last bit of resistance between her chest and yours.

"I smelled like you both for weeks," she murmurs, gaze roaming your body, almost hungry, landing back on your lips, "you remember that? I should- I should- should have been fucking sickened," she admits, voice a low whisper, the hunger turning needy, turning into almost a whimper, "the things I want you both to do to me make me sick to my stomach," her lips inch closer to yours, shared breath, heat in the air, "of course I know what the fuck you all choose to smell like, I can't get it out of my fucking head," you should lean away but there's something intoxicating about her rage, her desperation, her desire, "Our Annabel, that's what he'd called me, what you'd -" and she kisses you, vodka still wicked and bitter on her tongue, all but panting into your mouth as her hands find your hips again.

But it can't continue, you can't let this go on. As you lean back to free your arms, to hold her back, she takes advantage of the opportunity to slide her hands beneath your shirt, cold and nimble against your belly -

"Could've been my Felix -" she mumbles, as if in a trance, eyes hazy and full of both tears, like she was looking into a memory. The minute her fingers find your fly you grab her hands firmly. It takes you a moment to regain your composure, to remind yourself that she wasn't in her right state of mind, that she probably didn't even know what she was doing or saying -

My Felix flares bright and hot and possessive in your mind. My Felix.

"Ow," Annabel's noise of pain brings you back to reality, but thankfully it seems the shock to her system brought her back too. Looking down at your vice-like grip on her wrists, she looks back at you as you let her go, embarrassment in her eyes as she perhaps realises some of what she'd been doing.

"I'm not sleeping with you tonight, Anna," still, your voice is gentle. She huffs an embarrassed little laugh, starting to sniffle again. Again, you remind yourself that this poor girl just got her heart broken by your best friend, and decided to deal with that by drinking an entire bottle of vodka. You'd committed to showing her some compassion tonight.

"I know." The tension drops, and she just leans her head forward to rest her forehead on your shoulder. You can't help but hug her, feeling the heavy way she sighs as you're giving her a reassuring pat on the back. The two of you stay like that for a very long few minutes until you hear her start crying again.

"Do you wanna borrow some pyjamas?" You ask softly, and feel her nod.

The rest of the night is quiet after that, taking care of this distraught young woman who got her heart broken by your best friend. It reminds you of nights you'd spend with Venetia back at Saltburn.

Annabel sits on your bathroom counter patiently, ankles crossed, watching the way you focus as you wipe off her makeup with meticulous care. When you take off her necklace, you coil it delicately on top of the nice clothes she'd been wearing, now sitting on top of her shoes by your door. At first she tries to wave you off when you offer to brush out her hair -

"There's -" she hiccups; the full bottle of vodka has finally hit her, but still she tries to shake her head, "too much hairspray, it'll be a hassle -"

"I'll be gentle," you told her softly, assurance in your eyes and a warm smile on your lips, "if you'll let me." Annabel melts under that gaze, sitting in borrowed pyjamas, face clean, cross-legged on your bed in the lamp light. You treat her with the gentlest care, brushing out her hair while you can still hear her occasional sniffles; she sits as primly as she's able, only apologising once at the start for it's length. You assured her it's fine.

"You scare me sometimes," Annabel mutters into the quiet, voice watery. For a moment, you pause.

"Me?"

"Both- both of you. You and Felix," she sniffles again, "and Farleigh too now, I guess," you can tell she swallows thickly, voice catching in her throat. When she tries to dip her head, she can feel the way you're still holding gently, still working, and she apologises faintly. Carefully, quietly, giving her space to organise her tipsy, upset thoughts, you continue to brush out her hair.

"Never met anyone like you, you know? Didn't think people like you guys existed. You're always everything; the most without even trying," she takes a deep breath, but it's undercut by a faint sob that's almost a chuckle, "I kind of think you don't even know what I mean- you especially, you know?" You... don't.

You brush, only giving a faint apology, but all she does is fidget, the words spilling unrehearsed from her, things she's clearly been bottling for far too long -

"Felix is everything everyone wants, and you're everything everyone wants him to be," she says it so forlornly, "the sun and it's fucking warmth," then, almost disgusted as she spits it under her breath, "I think about how he's never going to fuck me the way he looks at you while he's shitfaced, how sick is that?"

With a few more strokes her hair is brushed out, and without even thinking you start to braid it. Annabel's dissolved into tears again, her face in her hands, but you're just careful not to tug on her hair too hard as her whole body shakes with them.

"He never gave a proper shit about me, did he?" Annabel sobs as you're tying off the braid. The minute it's done, she turns and throws herself into your arms, sobbing against your chest, "I'm just another fucking girl to him!"

"He still loves you as a friend, I'm sure; you know how Fi is-" you pet her shoulder carefully as she clutches your shirt for dear life.

"I don't wanna be his fucking friend! I gave him my fucking heart and now he's probably got his dick in that slag India, who said she was my friend!" Spitting her words with fury, with venom, she looks up, but only sees a look of pitying apology in your eyes; she's probably right. Lip curling, she throws herself back on your bed, hands covering her face once more, "he doesn't fucking care," she groaned, fury turning poisonous with resignation, "I know he doesn't care; if I thought he truly cared I would have fucked Oliver -"

"What?"

"- Felix is so fucking fickle, god, seems like he doesn't even care about Oliver anymore, I should have- should have -" she continues on, but breaks down crying again. Getting off the bed, you leave for the common room for half a moment, filling it with water.

"Drink this," you instruct, sitting next to Annabel on the edge of the bed. She scowls, but follows your orders easily, even if she can't properly look you in the eye. The water seemed to have at least helped, as her crying quiets down as you refill the glass in your bathroom sink.

"I feel like shit," she mumbles, watching you come back into the room and place the cup on her bedside.

"Well you look pretty," you tell her teasingly, trying to lighten the mood even a little as you gently pinched her cheek. She does not appear to find the humour in the moment. Still, you turn off your lamp and climb over her into the bed, "please don't throw up in my bed or on my floor."

"I know where your bathroom is."

The two of you kick off the neat duvet but pull the thin, luxurious sheet over you both.

"Thank you..." it sounds begrudging as she says it. You tell her it's no stress, sitting up for a moment in order to open your window a crack, let a breeze in overnight, but still hear her when she says, "you're a bad friend."

Still sitting, you take a deep breath, sighing as a silhouette in the moonlight.

Annabel is more astute than you possibly gave her credit for in this state; amongst all her felt injustices, she'd never once asked about how you felt about Felix fucking India, your well established not-girlfriend. Because somehow she knew, perhaps even that you gave your blessing. You'd never been a cruel person as long as you could help it, but you'd made peace with your priorities too long ago to start apologising for them now. So yes, you'd taken Annabel in for the night, but she knew in her heart that you were partially at fault for her despair in the first place. You both knew.

Enabling Felix was never really about making anyone else happy.

"I know."

Something about your admission seems to be enough for Annabel, however. When you lay back down beside her, she curls up against you, tucks herself all along your side, arm around you, head on your chest.

The next morning, Annabel moves silently around your dorm. When you wake up, all that's even left of her presence is the empty cup of water on your bedside. No kind of note, no text, she'd made sure she didn't even wake you before leaving.

Fucking Christ, what a bloody week did yesterday feel like, is all you can think as the mid-morning sun slashes through your barely parted curtains and paints your chest with light.

You consider sleeping in, consider that you'd definitely earned it after yesterday, but then your phone starts ringing. It's Felix. He sounds grim.

"Hey, can you get over here? We need you."

#felix catton x reader x oliver quick #saltburn x reader #saltburn imagine #felix catton x reader #felix catton imagine #oliver quick x reader #oliver quick imagine #felix catton x y/n #oliver quick x you #oliver quick x y/n #felix catton x you #felix catton x you x oliver quick #head heart hand fic #manic writer

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despairots · 11 months

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━━━━━━━━ incorrect quotes with our core four + spidey! reader.

core four x spidey! reader. fluff and a crackshot i felt guilty for mot posting today so have this short incorrect quotes with our core four and you! lifes been kicking my ass and i almost gave ip on playing the clarinet cuz i was not doing do well. also regarding my guidelines and rules: please read them. mostly platonic but you could see it as romantic.

i’m sick and tired of you guys requesting things that i don’t write. ask another writer who does because im not gonna write it, your request will be deleted. as much as i enjoy you guys sending requests some cross the lines im sorry.

incorrect quotes with our core four and our spidey! reader.

gwen ━━━━━━━━ alright, important question for our friendship. when you go to the movie theatres, do you ask for extra butter or regular butter? or no butter?

pav ━━━━━━━━ i put skittles—not skittles— m&ms with the popcorn.

[name] ━━━━━━━━ alright, i’m gonna remove pav from this dimension.

pav ━━━━━━━━ hold on, pleas—

miles ━━━━━━━━ laughing.

hobie ━━━━━━━━ you didn’t give mans the chance to explain himself.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

miles ━━━━━━━━ we need more help. maybe i should call my other friends.

[name] ━━━━━━━━ … your what?

miles ━━━━━━━━ my friends?

pav ━━━━━━━━ are they saying “friends”?

gwen ━━━━━━━━ i think his being sarcastic.

hobie ━━━━━━━━ no, no, no, this is delirium. hey, miles! all of your friends are in this room.

miles ━━━━━━━━ i have other friends! you asked me to make new friends, i made new friends! it was a task, i complete tasks.

[name] ━━━━━━━━ i’m not sure ganke is a “friends.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

[name] ━━━━━━━━ what did you guys get in your yearbook?

miles ━━━━━━━━ prettiest smile.

pav ━━━━━━━━ nicest personality.

gwen ━━━━━━━━ most likely to start a bar fight.

hobie ━━━━━━━━ least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one.

[name] ━━━━━━━━ i thought you hated labels?

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

[name] ━━━━━━━━ *accidentally shots a web in miles face*

[name] ━━━━━━━━ *trying to decide between saying “are you okay?” and “i’m fucking sorry.”*

[name] ━━━━━━━━ ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

miles ━━━━━━━━ what’s wrong with you!?

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

miles ━━━━━━━━ favourite horror movie?

hobie ━━━━━━━━ it.

pav ━━━━━━━━ saw.

gwen ━━━━━━━━ annabelle.

[name] ━━━━━━━━ high school musical. after watching it, i spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and i’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

miles ━━━━━━━━ treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

[name] ━━━━━━━━ killed without hesitation.

miles ━━━━━━━━ no.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

[name] ━━━━━━━━ come on, i wasn’t drugged last night.

gwen ━━━━━━━━ you were flirting with miles.

[name] ━━━━━━━━ so what? he’s my partner.

gwen ━━━━━━━━ you asked them if they were single.

[name] ━━━━━━━━ …

gwen ━━━━━━━━ and cried when he said he wasn’t.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

pav ━━━━━━━━ there are seven chairs and ten kids. what do you do?

gwen ━━━━━━━━ have everyone stand.

miles ━━━━━━━━ ask to bring more chairs.

hobie ━━━━━━━━ the most important ones can sit down.

[name] ━━━━━━━━ kill three.

#kaz. 💫#atsv #spiderman atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pravitr prabhakar #atsv x reader #incorrect quotes

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slytherinsallows · 5 months

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Smutmas Day 2!

I actually read the prompt right this time! Out of all @little-emerald-snake prompts this one was the one I was most excited to write 🥵 Enjoy!

“It’s my thigh or nothing. Im not helping you.”

// Dom Seb

Mc was practically frothing at the mouth for Sebastian by the time the last bell rang. It didn’t help that all through lunch he was gently stroking her thigh under the table, letting his fingers wander up to her panties yet denying her of the satisfaction and trailing back down her leg again. She’d had enough of the boy. She’d never met such a tease in all her life, he was just… something else…

She knew he was going to the library to do some independent studying this evening and she was determined to surprise him when he came back. She ran to his dorm and used alohamora on his lock, jumping on his bed, ready for him to come back so she could start pleading to him to finish her.

Wild thoughts ran through her mind as she tossed and turned in his bed, her ears finally perking up as she heard a rummaging outside the door.

She heard that familiar dark voice muffled through the door.

“That’s weird…”

She covered her mouth to stop herself from making any noises as he unlocked the door and entered the room.

“Who’s there?” Sebastian asked cautiously, before turning the lights on.

Mc stayed silent, a little worried he’d be angry at her now or better yet mistake her for a burglar or something and hit her.

He flicked a lamp on, looking to his bed and smirking.

“Oh so we have a little theif here it seems?” He purrs as he approaches her slowly, dropping his bag down by the door.

Mc’s cheeks turned pink at his accusation, shaking her head softly.

“I’m horny Seb.” She said, big doe eyes looking up at him pleadingly, hoping that would be enough to seduce him. But much to her annoyance, Sebastian could be patient, when he wanted to.

“Are you now?” He raises an eyebrow as he sits on the bed, taking off his tie.

“I don’t think that’s an excuse for breaking into another students dorm though, is it?” He teases her.

“What would the prefects say?”

“Please Seb. No…” She said, scooting back on the bed until she hit the headboard.

“Tell you what.” He pats his clothed thigh looking into her eyes.

“It’s my thigh or nothing. I’m not helping you.”

Mc’s face goes into a pout at his offer, clearly upset he wasn’t just gonna take her after all he’d put her through today.

“But!-“

“No buts. You use this or you go without, love.” He smirks devilishly, knowing how much this was eating at her. He shuffled onto the bed properly, Mc still sat upright in protest.

He lies there smirking at her for literal seconds before she caves in, taking any scraps she can get, wholeheartedly wrapped around his finger at this point, and he knew it. He loved to abuse this power he had.

She swiftly removes her top and skirt, revealing her lacey pink bra and panties to his observant eyes. “You’re still wet from earlier. Good girl. It’ll make this easier for you.”He smirked, earning him an eye roll from the girl.

She straddled his thigh, moaning as her clit briefly brushed against the fabric. Sebastian watched her, smirk still painted on his lips, enjoying every second of the show.

She begins grinding on his thigh, desperately trying to create friction between it and her sex, whimpering at the lack of satisfaction it gave her.

“Look how pathetic you are baby. Humping my thigh like this. You’re desperate for me hm?” He raises an eyebrow, teasing her through her agony.

She nods rapidly, giving into what he wants to see, high pitched moans escaping her lips as she rubbed on it faster. Sebastian had fantasised about this for months now, seeing her a complete mess just for him, her grasping at the sheets as she can only use his thigh for pleasure, crying out his name. It could make him cum untouched.

Mc readjusted, straddling him backwards, giving the boy an amazing view of her ass as she grinded on his leg. Sebastian crossed his arms behind his head, taking in the view. He was always more of an ass guy, and Mcs was his weakness, seeing it bounce on his thigh like that and the slither of her pussy hidden by her soaked panties… he was tempting himself to just take the poor girl now.

“Take the panties off love, you’ll be able to feel more.” He instructed, Mc looking back at him hearing his voice.

“So now you care about my needs?” She groaned, doing as he said, finally able to feel some friction.

“Mm don’t get bratty now. You were doing well.” He stated, knowing it would just make her angrier. Mc but her lip and tried to ignore him, turning back around to face him, her legs planted on either side of his right thigh. He leaned into her, nibbling at her neck, provoking a hitched moan in her throat as he worked her bra off. “Sebastian.” She panted softly as he threw her bra on the floor, taking her nipple into her mouth and rolling it between his teeth. “S-Stop… I’ll cum really fast.” She whined, struggling to talk as his head rummaged between her breasts, his hand roaming her thighs.

“What a shame. Then you’ll just be longing for the real thing then won’t you?” He says between kissing her down breasts. “Should teach you for breaking into my room at night.” He smirks deviously.

“Seb I’m serious… fuck” she cries, eyes scrunched tight as she rides his thigh, gliding her clit over the bump of his knee, finally on the edge of some pleasure. “Cum for me baby, cum on my thigh like a good slut” He orders, pawing his insanely hard member as he watches her movements get more and more desperate.

Sebastian covers her mouth to stop her from screaming as she gets there, letting her bite his hand as her walls clench around nothing.

“Good girl, good girl.” He soothes as she cums on his thigh, her cheeks pink and hair messy. She shakily climbs off his thigh, noticing a small wet patch of cum stained his trousers.

“Looks like you enjoyed yourself love” he teases, eyeing her wetness.

“Oh shut it sallow…”

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #sebastian sallow fanfiction #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis x reader #garreth weasley smut #sebastian sallow smut #ominis gaunt smut

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yeondollie · 2 months

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ʙᴀᴍ ʏᴀɴɢ ɢᴀɴɢ ౨ৎ ♡ .ᐟ

'i closed the chapter on the days we spent together.'

. . warnings ; ANGST .ᐟ, breaking up, argument, fem reader, taehyun is kinda mean, crying, heartbreak, reader is needy, taehyun gets annoyed of reader, just over all sad ecfhuehfusih !!

a/n ; i have been listening in bam yang gang on repeat its so so so good but so sad :(. the beat is so adorable and so is bibi i love her sm sm but the song is so sad and as soon as i heard it i thought about making a story with it . this is just a drabble so i dont have a word count sorry :< anyways, enjoy !! ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

"why do you want so much out of me? can i have some peace and quiet to myself? god.." here we were again. arguing with taehyun was getting more and more common, though you hated it. taehyun knew you were a sensitive person and didn't like conflict but you were just pissing him off lately.

you didn't know what to say really. though you were only trying to check up on him after work, he wasn't having it. "it's like you're attached to my hip, truly." you suck in the tears in your eyes as he says this. you didn't wanna fight, you just wanted to please him in any way you could.

"yes i-i.. i'll give you time. i’m sorry." you say, tearing still welling in your eyes. this, for some reason, set taehyun off completely. why couldn’t you stand up for yourself? it was pathetic in his eyes. “see! thats why im upset. you’re like a doormat- you get walked all over, it’s pathetic.” he scoffs, letting out a small laugh even.

holding the tears back, about to flow, you mutter out some words. “you’re r-right, i’m s-sorry.” you sniffle a bit, looking up at the ceiling to avoid the tears falling out of your eyes. you’ve never felt more pathetic in your life, it was such a horrible feeling. taehyun didn’t seem phased at all, walking up and getting in your face.

“so thats it? sorry? you think thats gonna fix everything?” he says, his face only inches from yours. it was weird, usually when he was this close he would be kissing you or looking at you longingly but no. not this time, not anymore. the only time he looked at you was with lust or anger behind his eyes.

it felt like the two of you would only have sex or only argue, it was tiring- so tiring. he used to hold your cold hand in his own warm hand. he used to kiss your forehead and play with your hair, what happened? the tears flickered down your cheek as you answered him. “t-tyun i.. i don’t know what else to d-do.” now quickly wiping your own tears.

when he realizes you’re crying, he doesn’t bat an eye. its like all his love for you was drained from his heart- you hated it so much. “you know what _____? we’re done. i cant fucking do this with you anymore. you’re just so.. so needy and dumb!” he raises his voice, now watching you flinch in front of him.

you didn’t even have the energy to stop him, watching him with blurry eyes. watching how much he changed over the span of you two dating was shocking and saddening to you. oh how you longed for the sweet taehyun you once had.

before he could exit your house, forever saying bye to him you did one last thing. “taehyun..?” you whisper, not even having the energy to talk loudly. “what?” he whips back at you. you grab his school name tag he gave you, when he first confessed his feelings for you when the two of you were still in high school.

grabbing his name tag, along with your own- you walked up to him gently. you placed your name tag in his hand, looking into his angry eyes. “so you can remember me, you promised me you’d never forget me right?”

his eyes flickered with sympathy one final last time.

#txt fanfic #txt x reader #txt scenarios #txt #yeondolliesworks #tomorrow x together #tubatu #txt angst #beomgyu #kang taehyun #txt taehyun #taehyun x reader #taehyun angst #soobin #huening kai #yeonjun

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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

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seo changbin boyfriend headcanons

genre: fluff

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

requested?: yes

song rec: tomboy by g-idle

please like and reblog if you enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

this soft boy, oh gosh here we go...

he makes my heart skip a beat so this gonna be fun

changbin. the man, the myth, the legend

he's an amazing guy, what can i say? respectful, loyal, genuine... god it's so hard not to fall in love with him

idk as a boyfriend he is just the sweetest guy you could ever ask for. he technically acts the same way with you if he was just besties. the main difference is, once he's your boyfriend he tones up the affection to 100%. no holding back anymore

this man is SO TOUCHY

physical affection is totally his thing. he finds himself just wanting to touch you or hold your hand or anything like that because he just needs that contact

he's not ashamed of any pda. he doesn't care who's watching: he's kissing and cuddling and squishing your cheeks no matter who is watching! he's cute like that

even if the other members were to make fun of him for being a massive softie with you, he literally couldn't care less

"you're just jealous that i'm in a happy relationship"

he's so petty lmaooo

btw i mentioned cuddling... yeah there's gonna be a lot of that

changbin works out a lot. he's got a lot of muscle on him, so his chest and arms proved to be a perfect pillow give me one chance changbin ONE CHANCE IM BEGGING so it only makes sense to snuggle into his perfect body and enjoy having his arms wrapped around you

he likes doing spontaneous things with you. it's always a fun time around him. you're always getting up to some sort of mischief

also loves spoiling you omg

he doesn't make a big deal out of it but damn he buys you so many quality gifts because apparently he can't help it??

will talk to you about anything. usually when he speaks to you it's very casual and general chat. he's very comfortable talking about anything with you. if you want to talk about anything important or personal, he's very attentive and provides you with any support you need

for him, he's a very open person, especially if he has his trust in you. there are not a lot of things he would keep from you. how he views it is: he wouldn't date you if he didn't trust you. and with that, he can know in his heart that he can be vulnerable with you if needed because the mutual love and trust is there

likes to spend his nights just relaxing and unwinding from his busy day at work. there are occasions, of course, when he will stay late at night in the studio or bring some work back to do at home. he tries to make time for you but there are some things he can't help. he appreciates how supportive you are of his career, either way. and he always makes sure how much he loves you for being so kind to him as his partner

above all, he wants to be a source of comfort to you. and he sure does a good job at it

dates with him would include:

gym dates - i mean this goes without saying but if you MUST be told again, changbin loves/lives in the gym. he would love for you to share that part of his life, even if you aren't particularly keen on working out. he also proves to be a very good personal trainer so there's a plus! working to improve himself with you makes going to the gym even more of a joy for him. he would appreciate you joining him a lot and finds it all the more fun to workout with you

food date - a bit of a contradiction, i know. changbin not only loves food but also likes to taste and try different types of food. he loves going to different places in the city to try street food or other snacks that he wouldn't usually get by himself. makes for a fun experience with you <3

late night walks - changbin loves the outside but especially at nightime. he also thinks it's romantic going out for a walk in the dark with the city lights lighting the way. it's a good opportunity to have deeper talks with you as well as check out any nightlife

overall, he's the sweetest guy you'll ever meet

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lexischococoveredblueberries · 4 months

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⋆.ೃ࿔lights, camera...*:･

actor!veneer x GN!jealous!reader

• one shot

• fluff

at this point in yours and veneers relationship, you’ve been pretty used to his fame and how the life of dating a celebrity is a bit challenging than you imagined. until one day, veneer is casted on a new netflix movie airing worldwide ! but, of course, it had to be a romance.

you were super supportive ! showing up to rehearsals, meeting the cast members, helping him out with lines, you really enjoyed it. though, it being a romance plot, you had to witness every. kissing. scene, with his romantic interest, Arden. reminding yourself it was all just for a plot, you push past the fact of how much time they spend together and worrying if he was falling for them.

what will be your breaking point in order to prove he was unattainable?

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ

“if you want to be as famous as me, you gotta work, gotta work, gotta -“

in the middle of washing your dishes, you picked up

your phone and held it against your shoulder when

you answered it.

“hello?” you forgot to look at who was calling, so you

stuck with the automatic basic greeting.

“Y/N! hi, hi, uhm so i’m on my way over, i still really

can’t believe that, yknow… you know !!” veneer

exclaimed, not having to second guess that it was

him from the way he squealed your name at the

beginning. smiling to yourself, you rinsed off your

hands and turned around from the sink to look out

the living room window.

“i can’t believe it either! and it was only yesterday !

im so happy for you. are we going out to celebrate ?”

there was a pause.

“mm, not exactly. we’re going out, but it’s kind of like

a get together with the cast members, so we can all

get to really know eachother.” veneer explained, and

you furrowed your eyebrows slightly.

“oh, but didn’t we already do that? i met everyone.”

you took the phone in your hand.

“well that was different , like , a basic meet and greet

slash first rehearsal. this is a little more like a loose ,

flowy, have-a-drink-make-someone-laugh type of

deal.” he seemed to have trouble with his

description, but you just laughed, leaning against

your island.

“i like how you describe things.” you blurted

randomly, and you felt him smile on the other end.

that was odd, but you just knew.

“i’ll be there in a minute, love you flower.” he

responded. blushing, you dropped your head.

“i love you too ven.”

hanging up, you went to your room to throw

something on half decent to wear. you weren’t

trying to impress anyone but your own boyfriend,

but you were trying to prove a point to veneers

romantic interest in the movie, Arden, is their name,

that their relationship was strictly for the screen and

nothing else. when you had first met them, they were

actually sweet and funny — but that’s what scared

you. there was nothing that you feared more than

you ending up being just a test subject for veneer , as

he was just famous and hungry, and being pushed to

the side as soon as he tracks down another

person significantly better than you.

pulling on a nice dress shirt, you looked at yourself

in your full body mirror. you knew most of that

definitely— probably, wasn’t true. but that sickening

feeling in your gut pulled your heart closer to your

stomachs depth. you shook it off, swallowing the

lump in your throat. then you heard a horn honk.

rushing out of your room, you opened the front door

to veneer in his car, one hand on the steering wheel

and the other around the head rest. he grinned at you

from afar and you rolled your eyes, scurrying over to

the passenger side and getting in.

“veneer, you’re gonna give me a stroke one day and

it’ll be all your fault.” you shot at him and he laughed.

“mhm, sure, aaaaaaand i’m slowly building up your

fight or flight reactions so one day you can whoop

major ass when you need it.” he replied as he put

the gear in drive and started his way up your

neighbourhood. you shook your head with a smile.

once you two arrived to the actual set of the movie,

which was just a mansion as of right now, you both

exited the car and made your way inside. you were

slightly nervous, though you’ve met everyone before,

but having to see people after already meeting them

once is weirdly even more awkward. once inside,

your arm intertwined with veneers, you were blinded

by spotlights and a huge chandelier over your head.

you saw a tall, tan person, who you remembered as

Arden, wave at venner who he waved back at, and

that’s where he dragged you to go. you made sure to

keep my arm tight around his.

“arden! you remember y/n,” he started, gesturing his

head towards you. you smiled with a nod and they

did the same. “yes, of course. both of you look very

nice.” they looked specifically venner up and down

and you bit your cheek.

“oh well thank you! you also look great. where’s

Lucas?” veneer asked, who you knew as their

director.

you zoned out as they both talked, but keeping an

eye on Arden, making sure their expressions weren’t

too exaggerated or incase they tried to make a

move on veneer. you obviously weren’t worried of

veneer reciprocating, but it still icked you

nonetheless. you then noticed someone approached

the little group, who you recognized as Lucas.

“ven! it’s nice to see you. and y/n, i’m glad you

showed up. veneer always needs his number one

supporter.” Lucas laughed and so did the rest of

them. you smiled and nodded. “it’s nice to see

you as well.” you were quiet as you were just lost

in thought a moment ago.

“anyway, veneer and arden, i was thinking as a little

teaser for the gram..” you cringed at his abbreviation

of “Instagram.” veneer and arden smiled

simultaneously.

“we could post a snippet of your guys’ hot scene…”

you felt your heart beating quickly as you shot a

glance at veneer then back at Lucas. did he really

just suggest that in front of you?

Arden clapped their hands together once and looked

to veneer. “oh, yes! imagine the fame that would

flood because of it !” they exclaimed, but veneer

expressed a face of uncertainty, but plastering a

smile.

“oh, i..” trailing off for a quick moment he looked to

you and you intervened.

“he would love to.” you said monotonously but with

a slight grin spreading on your lips.

no, no he wouldn’t, you told yourself, but oh, yes he

did, your tease told you.

veneer shot you a look of surprise but also distress,

but Lucas has already walked away while whistling.

“get the cameras UP!” he yelled enthusiastically.

swiftly pulling you to the side , veneer stuck his head

out at you and gestured his hands in a “what is this”

expression. you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“i’m not going to stop you from having fun. just

go do it, it’ll be a core memory for all of you.”

you explained, him biting the inside of his lip.

“i don’t really get you. just a moment ago you were

clearly uncomfortable…” he trailed off and shook

his head, but shot a smile at you. he kissed you

gently as his right hand ran through your hair,

then ran off to the others.

you watched the whole scene happen. the tension

between veneer and arden’s characters , the slight

touching , and of course, the kiss. that rose

dangerous flames in the pit of your lungs. you had

been digging your nails into your palm without even

nothing , which turned your knuckles white.

once the shitshow was over, you let veneer mingle

amongst his peers before you gave him “the look”,

which signaled you wanted to go. without thinking

twice, he started ;

“this was fun, but me and y/n have to get going.

photoshoot tomorrow.” that was always the excuse,

a photoshoot. and it always worked.

“ah, of course. it was nice seeing you two.” Lucas

replied, and Arden looked straight at veneer.

“i’ll see you soon, ven.” they said quietly. your

teeth grit and veneer took your hand.

after all the goodbyes, you and veneer exited the

house and got into his car. without exchanging any

words, he started the engine and revered out of the

parking spot, looking over his shoulder whilst

putting his hand on your head rest. you watched

him in the corner of your eye and felt your body

tense at this simple yet effective sight , and you

swallowed with a dry throat.

on the highway back home, you still felt fury in

your chest.

“pull over,” you said out of nowhere , veneer

looking to you, back to the road then at you again.

“what, why? are you gonna be sick?” he sounded

panicked and you looked at him, that being all

it took for him to put on his signal light and pull over

onto the shoulder of the road. he parked the car.

throwing off your seatbelt and pushing the buckle of

his, you threw your legs over to the driver side and

climbed atop him, left hand on his shoulder as the

other reached down to recline the seat. this all

happened so suddenly, he didn’t have time to react

until the brief 5 seconds you gave for you two to look

at eachother. his hands that were in the air slowly

lowered down onto your waist as his eyes scanned

the view in front of him. looking back into your eyes,

you crashed your lips against his with your hands

gripping the collar of his dress shirt.

both of you had craved this all night — veneer

more than you, actually. having to touch someone

else that wasn’t giving him the satisfaction of

what you gave sort of drive him mad. you noticed

his hands grew tighter on your body and his kiss

moved from gentle to hungry, you inhaling his low

exhales felt like taking a drag of a much needed

cigarette.

the cold surrounded around you disappeared as his

hands started to disperse on your back, running

up to your hair so he could pull your head back and

press kisses to your neck and collarbone. your

throat managed a sound you couldn’t explain,

and you let your eyes fall closed as you felt his lips

dragging slowly on your skin.

you loved how patient he was with your body, how he

took his time to explore what made you gasp and

breath out his name , like it was his only purpose to

do so.

pulling away, he looked up at you and pulled you

close to him by your waist, simply just gazing into

your eyes.

“i will never get sick of you.” he whispered , his voice

seeming to travel in the wind around your head.

you felt a smile quickly spread on your lips and you

cupped his face in your hands.

“i’d like to see Arden try and get that from you.” you

joked and he shook his head with a chuckle.

“they could never. no one could ever.” a moment

of silence sat between you two.

“i love you , y/n,” he kissed you again, pulled away ,

“my flower,”

another quick kiss to your lips concluded the closure

you needed. he loved you, and you loved him, and it

wasn’t just for show. ♡

*･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ ✧.* *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ ✧.*

a/n: FINALLY. i am so sorry. i’m so stressed out

but i love you guys pls eat my scraps 😞🩷

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #veneer x reader #fluff #oneshot #trolls 3 #trolls fandom #trolls fanfic

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hobisstar · 7 months

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What are you hiding from love?| Yandere!Jk x Reader V Last Part

Summary: Being in a relationship with Jungkook you’ve always noticed the signs, the red flags if you will. Being so in love with him you ignored them, until the people you loved dearly started disappearing one by one.

Warnings: Murder, Jungkook victim blaming ( like he will say i killed you because you are too stupid or whatever), Possessiveness, Mentions of Smut, Controlling, Locking up YN.

Taglist: vante 🫶🏾

A/N: This is made to be scary! That is all. I honestly dont like mixing smut with yandere because i read yandere fics to be spooked not horny lol. This has been absolutely fun to write for you guys! Im so happy how much love it had gotten over the past month since ive been writing it! I love you all so so much! Enjoy!

Its been about two years since Jungkook decided to let yn go on her own! So far, yn has become the owner of the coffee shop, has opened up plenty of them across Asia and plans to open some in The Untied States.

Life has been looking absolutely beautiful for yn! But heres the thing.

Bodies have been discovered. Fresh bodies. Of course going through what she went through with Jungkook, she feared that this was his doing. That the so called hobby has now reached the news channels. Though it says that the crimes has been in only England, it was still capability of it being Jungkook.

“Yn! Are you even listening? Im telling you Namjoon wants to take you on a date!” Joy, yns now close friend that she has gained from opening the coffee shops.

“Sorry, but i dont think im ready to date. The last guy was for 5 years and it didn’t turn out well in the end.” Yn mumbled looking over at the tv that was on the crime scene of the killings.

But what was showed, made yns blood run cold.

What was at the crime scene was dandelions.

The flowers that Jungkook always used to gift her on days he felt like we did something wrong. He would cut the steam off and just leave the flowers to never be able to grow again.

Was he…back?

It was closing time and of course yn being the owner, she decided that it was her duty to close every single night.

But tonight, she couldnt shake the feeling that she was being watched.

As everyone was leaving she saw a guy with a big hoodie on taking his time to clean up his mess on the table. Putting his crumbs inside a napkin then taking the napkin and closing it tightly then throwing it out.

yn watched from behind the counter taking containers from the counter and putting them on the shelf behind her.

This mysterious guy has been coming in everyday. Same time. She never serves him but she knows Joy does and she hates serving him. ‘His glare, it can kill.’ She would say when describing the eyes of this mysterious man.

While cleaning she saw the guy get up and come up to the counter.

Face mask on and glasses… sun glasses.

Its night time.

Maybe it was a fashion statement. Thats what yn left it as. “ Hi sorry we are about to close soon so im gonna have to ask you to leave..” is what she was aiming to say but once she turned around she saw he just left a napkin with hand writing on it.

She grabbed it and began to read it:

“Hi baby! Oh its been such a long time, oh how i miss you. Our child also misses you. 2 years right? That is let you go? Ah, I remember something. Today is our anniversary! Our now 7 year anniversary. Im picking you up at 11! Be ready!

JJK,”

Yn was at this point shaking. Fear took over her body but was trying to hide it. She wasnt doing such a good job at that. As much as she wanted to call the cops, get him arrested, she knew that those cops had no chance in trying to get Jungkook.

Hed kill them all in the blink of an if he even knew that they talked to yn.

When yn got home she didnt let the fact go that when she got there she obviously saw Jungkooks car right outside her town house.

Mind you this is the 5th time this year she has moved. None of the reasons dealing with Kook but they definitely where personal reasons.

She braced herself, once she goes inside her home, Jungkook will be inside.

She could call the cops and run away from home then go to Jins house.

Actually now that Yn thought about it, what if Jin had something to do with it? He was always to calm for her liking honestly. Why was he always just so calm with him? I mean he explained it yes, hes seen it for so many years but why didnt he at least call the cops? Then again was the cops really gonna help him?

Entering the home, it felt like deja vu. Coming home on anniversary and Jungkook was cooking their favorite shared dish.

Spaghetti! Yn liked it because it was delicious and Jungkook probably like it because it reminded him of blood.

“My love! You are right on time! The Spaghetti is hot and ready to be platted. Get comfortable and come eat”

He didn’t need to turn around for yn to know that it was actually him. He colored his tattoos, became more swoll and also cut his long hair.

Yn didnt change anything or didnt get comfortable since this was all just too much for her.

‘Keep calm and go with his plan, yn.’ Thats all she kept telling herself.

Though what was his plan? Drug her? Kill her?

Well, none of those. He wanted her back. If that meant living in this house with her, then so be it. Jin had Bam so, they’d have plenty of time together.

Finally he sat down with two plates of spaghetti and there he was in all his glory.

He had the cockiest smirk while toying with his now new lip ring before sitting down across from yn.

“ Fucking finally, i have you again.”

#bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jeon jungguk #jungkook yandere series #jungkook yandere #yandere bts #yandere!jungkook #hobisstar writes #jungkook ff #jk bts #jeon jk #spooktober

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stevie-petey · 3 months

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How about Steve and bug talking about what they think their future is gonna be like? When he comes and visits her at work and they just talk about random stuff. He just says something off handedly like " I hope my kids read like you do, I want them to be booksmart like you." " Do you wanna have kids?"

" oh yeah definitely I want six."

"Six?! I could probably only handle three, if my kids are anything like me they'll be leash kids I'm serious."

And it's just sweet, them talking about how they hope their life to be, not knowing that they're each other's future.

oooo YES !!!

enjoy <3

"how many kids would you want? ya know, assuming you actually do want kids in the future."

steves question causes you to drop the change youd been counting at the register. "im sorry, what?"

"kids?" he sees your bewilderment and frowns. "what, youve never thought about your future?"

"i mean, sure? but i havent given any thought about kids. im sixteen, steve."

"and im seventeen and know for a fact that i want my kids to be booksmart like you." steve responds, not even paying that much attention to you as he busies himself with a comic.

you stare at him in shock. god, steve harrington really does just say the most bizarre things so casually. hes thought about his kids? and about how he wants them to be like you?

sometimes, you really hate that he does this. because then he just leaves you there, always standing in shock, as he goes about his day as if this is all normal.

you take a deep breath and shake your head, you have a job to do. dimes and nickels need to be attended to. "can i ask what sparked this insane thought?"

steve holds up the comic hes reading. "see, these i like. but those books about war and peace? no thanks. but... i dont know. guess theyd be good for my kids, seeing as they made you so smart."

you laugh. "im not the genius you think i am. i still think spider-man is real."

"youre like, the top of your class. shush."

"so sassy for a man who daydreams about having kids." you tease, but something shifts behind steves eyes.

"it is weird, isnt it?" he ducks his head down. "sorry."

well, now you feel bad. sighing, you drop the change in your hand and walk over to steve. sure, its a bit weird, but also incredibly sweet that he already seems to know how he'll raise his kids in the future.

you sit next to him and pluck the comic out of his hands. "so, tell me. how many kids we talking?"

a smile returns to steves face. "definitely, like, six."

"six?" you choke on your spit. "and who is birthing these six fucking children?"

a pause, then a frown. "hm. ya know, i never thought about that."

"bless you," you pat steves knee and he laughs. "i think id like three or so. maybe more, but definitely at least three. i love having a sibling, and i love taking care of dustin and his friends. ive already got years of experience."

"three? weak. do better, y/n." steve pokes your side.

you slap his hand away. "hey, i know im a handful. so is dustin. with my luck, my children will be little mini dustins and that... is a very scary thought."

"im an only child-"

"shocking!"

"anyways, its lonely. so im having as many kids as i possibly can. itd be fun, and id take them out to play baseball and go to parks and build forts and-"

"read them bedtime stories so they become booksmart?"

steve snaps his fingers and smiles. "exactly! you get me, y/n."

you giggle. "i try."

and for the last hour of your shift, you and steve debate the hypotheticals of your futures. steve remains adamant that he becomes a housewife, and you declare that if even one of your kids turns out like dustin, then youre sending them to live with him.

its a good day.

#ask #anon #come home blurb #m's writing #m speaks #set in between seasons 1 and 2 #i love u steve and bug

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hockeyboysimagines · 2 months

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F*ck me like I’m famous

Chapter 4

Warnings: Sex, implied sex, talks of sex, alcohol, language.

Hello friends! Here is chapter 4. Sorry for the delay. As I said in the chapter I just posted for Sway I’ve had a ton going on. Hope this is worth the wait!

Enjoy🤍

“Hey Josie.” Vince called from his living room “Are you ready? We have to leave like…10 minutes ago.”

“Yeah I’m coming!” She called.

“You did that last night already!”

“Vince!” She yelled from the bathroom.

He giggled and stuffed his feet into shoes, grabbing his keys from the table next to the door. He was having the time of his life.

She had made good on the phone sex and dirty texting multiple times over last night, until the early hours, which was part of why they were running late today. He also might have caused a distraction in the shower, but that was a minor detail.

He had some autograph signing thing that would kickstart the celebrations for the week, and he was planning to meet up with friends for drinks later on. He was so excited to show her off to everyone, if they ever got there.

He heard her shuffling and then coming down the steps and turned the corner.

He paused and smiled “Damn.” He said giving her an appreciative once over “You look hot.”

“Really?!” She asked brightly, glancing down at her dress “It’s not too dressy or boring?”

It was pale green, falling mid thigh, with a floral pattern on it, paired with black wedges. Her long hair was loose and wavy, and he almost considered taking her right back upstairs. But then he remembered this week was not only about him, but the community as well.

“Not at all. Oof. You’re in for it later.”

She blushed and waved him off, taking his extended hand and they made their way to the car. The sun was shining down on them, a beautiful perfect day to start a beautiful perfect week.

“Where are we going exactly?” She asked from the passenger seat, turning to put her purse in the back. He smiled a little at how comfortable and natural she looked in his passenger seat before he answered.

“I have an autograph signing.” He said, turning the key in the ignition and backing out of his driveway.

“Ooooooh. An autograph signing? Fancy.” She said side eyeing him “How many body parts do you think you’ll sign?”

He rolled his eyes and nudged his chin at her “I can think of one I’d like to sign later.”

“No I don’t think so. The pen is way too big.”

He burst out laughing and shook his head “Okay you win. So how was your first official day in Canada?”

“It was good. I spent most of it with this hot guy.”

“And how was your first official night in Canada?”

“Average.”

He gasped and reached over grabbing her thigh and squeezing it. She screamed and slapped his arm “I’m kidding! I’m kidding sheesh.”

“Okay so let’s try that again.”

“My first official night in Canada was amazing.”

“Better. Just means I’m gonna have to one up myself tonight.”

She chuckled and watched the Canadian countryside zoom past outside. She was having so much fun and it hadn’t even been 24 hours yet. Being here, although in a country she’d never been to with people she didn’t know, felt so normal, like she’d been here before. She wasn’t nervous, or awkward or anything like that. She felt at peace.

It was so nice.

“So when does the cup actually get here?”

“Friday. That’s when the fun begins.” He waggled his eyebrows “And there’s a ton happening that day. Are you excited?”

“Me? Are you excited? It’s your big day.”

Josie didn’t know Vince when he won the cup. She hadn’t seen the game, watched the moment, or even knew anything about how he and the team had gotten to that point. But what she did know was that if anyone deserved this week, it was him.

“Of course im excited, but i want you to be having fun too.”

“I’m just happy to be here and watch you do your thing.” She said, smiling widely and reaching forward to squeeze his hand.

Josie spent most of the signing hanging out behind him with his mom. She’d been friendly the day before, but she could tell her guard had been up and with good reason. Vince was a highly successful professional athlete, who had a lot at stake in life. She didn’t blame his mom for being wary at first.

But now she had truly warmed up and they were talking and laughing like old friends.

“What are you telling her back there, because whatever it is you can be sure it’s a lie.” He called over his shoulder.

“Most of it sounds pretty on brand.” Josie said smiling at him “So I’m inclined to believe her.”

He made a face and turned back around, but the thought of her being close with his mom brought a small smile to his face that stayed there the rest of the afternoon.

As the line wound down, and the last few pictures had been taken Vince turned to her and waved her forward. When she reached him he gestured to a lady he’d been talking with.

“Josie, this is my mom’s friend, Sheri.”

Josie reached forward to shake her extended hand “Hello. Nice to meet you.”

“And this is your-?” Sheri asked, looked at Vince expectantly as she let go of Josie’s hand.

“This is my girlfriend.” He said simply with a smile, hand on the small of her back as he gave her a gentle push forward so she could shake the woman hand.

Girlfriend.

GIRLFRIEND.

The word made Josie want to jump for joy, scream, ugly cry and kiss his socks right off but then she remembered they were in public so she just smiled, feeling a redness come to her cheeks. They chatted with for a minute when Vince’s mom called her name and Sheri walked away.

Josie turned slowly to look at him “Girlfriend?” She asked quietly.

“Is that okay? I didn’t really know what else to call this.” He gave a small laugh.

“I mean-yeah. It’s okay.”

“I really wanna kiss you, but we’ve already been on the cover of one newspaper.”

She giggled and smiled at him “You can make it up to me later.” She waggled her eyebrows and he gave her waist a small squeeze.

**********

“So you’re here with Vince?”

Josie turned to find a dark haired girl standing next to her and frowned a little, leaning away from her.

The day had gone great. Better than great. She’d had so much fun watching him do his thing and interact with members of his community. She’d also really enjoyed being introduced as his girlfriend.

They’d met up with a few friends of his that she hadn’t met yet for drinks at what Vince called “The best bar in Lindsey” and it was still great.

“Uh, yeah?” She looked across the bar at Vince, but he was absorbed in a conversation and didn’t seem to notice. She looked back at the girl who was staring at her, one hand braced on the bar top.

“You must be his new fling of the week.” She said off handedly, glancing at her and then over her shoulder where he was standing.

Josie felt a twinge of annoyance. She wasn’t a confrontational person, and the last thing she wanted to do was cause a scene in front of his friends in a country she was visiting, but she wanted nothing more than to back hand her. The smug smile on her face had sparked an irrational rage that Josie wasn’t sure she’d even had in her before today.

“What are you talking about?” The question came out more rude than she’d anticipated but it didn’t seem to phase whatever her name was.

“This week it’s you, last week it was someone else, and next week it’ll be- hi Vince.”

Josie looked behind her to find Vince was there, frowning at the girl she was about to beat up.

“I was just talking to your new girlfriend of the week here and I-“

“Yeah well stop talking to her.” He turned Josie abruptly, and steered her across the room and out the front door of the bar.

She waited until they were some feet away until she said very quietly “Who was that?”

“Just a girl I know is all.”

She stopped walking, which caused him to stop and she crossed her arms, head turned to the side “Wanna try that again? But with an actual answer this time.”

He sighed “I hung out with her one time at a party last summer. Nothing happened, she wanted more and I just didn’t see her that way and she’s been dragging my name through the mud since then. She does this every time she sees me out with anyone.”

“I see. She said there was another me last week? Is that true?”

Vince’s mouth fell open and he looked back at the bar in outrage before he turned back to her “She said that? Josie I swear, I haven’t been with anyone else since I met you. I can’t believe-“

“If you have been it’s okay. I wasn’t your girlfriend so I can’t really get mad.”

It was true. She hadn’t been his girlfriend last week so he was able to do whatever he wanted. But it didn’t mean it would hurt any less if he had.

“I swear to you. I am not talking or hooking up with anyone else. And fuck her for saying that to you.” He gripped her hand “You believe me right?”

She stared at him for a few minutes. She did, she didn’t think he’d fly her out here if he was hooking up with girls at home, but her guard with him was up a little for the first time. It had definitely brought down her mood, and made her feel a little bit weird about the whole thing.

“Josie?”

“I-I believe you. But why would she say that?”

“You don’t believe me I can see it all over your face. She’s jealous obviously.”

“Jealous of who? Me?”

He rolled his eyes “Of COURSE she’s jealous of you. Your beautiful and smart, and your here with me and she isn’t.”

She shrugged and looked at his hand, which was still holding hers. He gave it a squeeze.

“I promise you. There’s no one else.”

Josie pursed her lips and looked at him “Okay. I believe you.”

He glanced over her head and then around the street. It was empty and then he smiled.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?” She asked as he tugged her along by the hand.

“You’ll see.”

Before she even knew what was going on they were tangled up in the driver seat, attached at the lips.

“Oh my god this is so risky.” Josie breathed out as Vince stuffed his hands underneath her shirt, hands sending goosebumps across her skin.

The car was cold, but they had fogged the windows up in less than two minutes. Their make out in the bar had now spilled into the front seat of the car.

“Shhh it’s fine just kiss me.” He said quietly, pulling her down to his level and pushing his tongue in her mouth. He had a hand on either side of her hips, fingers brushing her bare legs until he had her skirt pushed completely up.

He reached down, fumbling around on the side of the seat looking for the lever to move the seat back, and finally found it, yanking on it a little too hard because it sent both of them flying backwards with a squeal, followed by laughter.

“Jesus Christ.” He mumbled against her neck pulling on it again and lurching them forward. Josie was crying with laughter until he gave a large push and they flew forward, Vince’s elbow hitting the steering wheel, horn blaring.

They both jumped expecting it to stop but it didn’t.

“What the fuck?!” He looked around her, smacking the horn several times, the loud sound cutting through the night. Josie felt her face burn for the amount of embarrassment she was about to feel when someone came over to investigate why the horn in the car was sticking, and found them both in the drivers seat, half dressed.

He finally punched it and it stopped, and he glanced up at her before resting his forehead against her chest.

“This just isn’t meant to be.” He picked up his phone and checked the time “But I can have us home in 10 minutes.”

*********

The rest of the week in Lindsay passed by slow enough to enjoy it, but too fast for it to be over. Every morning she woke up she got a little more sad. She was having so much fun and by Thursday evening she only had 3 days left and it had begun to weigh on her. She never wanted this trip to end, and as it inched closer to Sunday she was reminded that she would be going home alone.

“What’s wrong?” Vince asked as she plugged in her phone and laid next to him.

She glanced up “What? Oh nothing.”

“Liar.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed “Nothings wrong. Just bummed that I have to go back to St.Louis soon is all.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and sighed “Me too. But let’s just enjoy our last three days together, and then we’ll go from there.”

She frowned “What’s that mean?”

He pursed his lips and turned on his side to face her “Well. I was going to suggest maybe we take a trip, a vacation if you wanna call it that, before camp starts in September. If you can get off of work and everything.”

“A trip? Where?”

“To a place where all you have to wear is a bikini.”

“Vince!”

“What?” He said innocently, letting one hand trail up her bare leg “Can’t a guy have dirty thoughts about his girl in a bathing suit.”

A slow smile spread across her face until it was so wide her face might crack “What did you call me?”

“My girl.”

She wanted to kick her feet and squeal “I like that. Being your girl.” She ran her fingers through his hair, nails scratching his scalp. He leaned up to move his lips across her jaw until he reached her mouth, hand traveling up her thigh to the band of her underwear on her inner leg.

He was slotted between her legs, pelvis grinding up against hers as he kissed her slowly. He floated a hand up her shirt, resting it on her waist.

Before she knew it her shirt was gone and he was unhooking her bra big hands roaming everywhere. Every nerve ending in her body was a live wire, as his lips left hers and moved down her jaw towards her neck. She tugged at his shirt, prompting him to reach behind his head and pull it off in one quick movement.

She marveled at him as he hovered above her. Everything about Vince was thick, broad and muscled. Her hands roamed from his lower back up to his chest, scratching her fingernails across his skin. His mouth crushed hers, hurriedly kicking his boxers down his legs and tossing them aside.

She was shaking underneath him, cheeks red, goosebumps across her skin as she took a page breath in, the bones of her ribcage rippling underneath her skin. He stopped for a minute to really look at her.

“Goddamn your beautiful.” He whispered, eyes never leaving hers. Her blush deepened but she just pulled him back down by the chain to kiss him. Slower this time, her fingers moving down his back, nails scratching his skin, causing him to shiver. He sat back, hooking a finger on either side of her underwear and pulled them down her legs, leaning back over her and pushed a finger inside her causing her to gasp.

“That’s the prettiest noise I’ve ever heard.” He pushed another finger inside, moving them in and out, hooking them ever so slightly as he kissed her. She gripped the sheets, balling her hands into fists.

His lips brushed over her neck, eyes flicking up to meet hers as he pulled his fingers out, moving up her body and bracing himself between her legs.

“Tell me what you want.” She reached down, guiding him towards her. His head tipped down, stray hair falling into his eyes. She pushed it out of the way and bucked her hips up to meet his. She closed her eyes dreamily as he slowly pushed inside her, body arching up to meet his. He was so big, so broad as he moved above her, finding her mouth and kissing her slowly, methodically.

Vince splayed a hand across her ribcage and pulled her right leg up over his hip, lifting her clear off the bed. She let out a moan as he pushed deeper than before, hitting a new spot that had never been hit before.

“Vince I-“

He let out a breath, abdominal muscles tightening as he pushed faster, leaning down to kiss her desperately as he did. Her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest as a crippling, toe curling orgasm made its way through her body, sending shockwaves from her head to her feet, her entire body flooding with heat. She felt like she couldn’t breath as Vince gave his last few pushes with a groan and leaned down, head resting in her neck. His breath tickled her skin and she could feel his heart beating through his skin. He pulled out and laid next to her, chest rising and falling as he tried to slow his breathing, and he turned to smile at her.

“Your amazing and I-“ He stopped and cleared his throat “And your amazing.”

He’d almost said something crazy, but she thankfully hadn’t seemed to notice as she began to rummage around for her shirt and slipped it over her head before collapsing next to him. She rolled on to her side, eyes closing sleepily and hooked one of her legs with his, and promptly fell asleep.

**********

The cup arrived early the next day, and Vince had jumped out of bed like the house was on fire. He was showered, dressed and putting on his shoes by the time she had come out of the bathroom to get dressed.

“How fancy is this anyways?” She asked rummaging through her suitcase “Like should I wear a dress or pants or-?”

“Whatever you wear will be hot, but I like that one.” He was pointing at a yellow dress she had hung over the back of a chair in the corner of his room. She’d bought it and never worn it, tags still hung from the arm of it. She smiled.

“Perfect.”

There was already an entourage outside when they left the house, many friends and family had gathered in his driveway to watch the cup be handed to him. Even though Josie had no idea what was going on she was still excited to watch him pick up the cup. She googled it the night before and apparently within the hockey community it was a huge deal, so because it was big to Vince, it was to her. He gave her hand a squeeze before he released it and made his way over to the keeper of the cup to shake their hands. His mom spotted her and made her way over.

“You look nice.” She said commenting on her dress.

Josie looked down “Thanks. Vince picked it.”

“Well he did a great job. It’s so special you’re here with him for this, it’s his greatest achievement.”

“I didn’t know him then, but if it’s important to him it’s important to me.”

She smiled at her and gave a small laugh “You are important to him. I hope you know that. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

Josie smiled and looked back at Vince as he picked up the cup and lifted it over his head and cheers erupted around him.

It was going to be a great day.

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fatuismooches · 4 months

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hai smooches.. i cant stop overbrainrotting over two dotty segments lately ..segment who feels the failure pf not being able to cure fragile! reader..and the stern and stoic segment, the one who u wrote as number 4 in ur fic i think?, i cant stop thinking about them 😞

i feel like the failure segment enjoys when u go to his office and sit on the table and he places his hands where ur trapped between them, and he just,, stares at reader.. i feel like a lot of segments do this especially the okder ones but i feel like they do it to fluster reader and flirt w them but not this segment..he just wants to look at u nd only u, then as he keeps lookingn at fragile!reader they place their hands on his cheeks and he flinches bc he was zoning out while admiring them but then his eyes just soften.. hes so precious..

im not sure how segment 4 would interact w fragile!reader but i know reader gets away w a lot of things others would NEVER humor the thiught of doing becayse he just loves u sm do u think hes also a sucker for their attention and affectionate touches?

i was NOT jesting when i said ive been overbraknrotting. my skulls empty by now trying to think of more thoughts abt them.. will u, O’ great ol smooches, spare more brainrots about them pretty pleasw 🤲

(x) AWW I LOVE THIS ANON... You're making me brainrot heavily about those segments as well! Ahh the segment of Dottore feeling an overwhelming sense of failure always makes me... sigh. (If i get more brainrots about this one, I'll probably give him a name haha.) And we can call 04 Delta! (Greek alphabet and all.) (This got WAY longer than I anticipated. Oopsies.)

The segment that feels like he failed you is obviously very attention-starved - at this stage of Dottore's life he neglected to care about anything besides you and his other Fatui duties. Constantly pushing himself inhumanely to obtain even the slightest bit of progress for you. But always ending up with nothing to show. So seeing you awake is very... mhm, I'm not sure the best word but, it's... a lot. As much as he desires your attention (just as every other segment does) he tends to keep his distance since he's not sure to act around you. Dottore himself represses the feeling that he's failing you so he's very much more outward about being all over you, but this segment is entirely open about it and he doesn't know how to act. He looks on from afar and bears witness to your happiness instead. His greatest goal at that stage in his life finally accomplished. (But of course you're not gonna leave this poor bb alone. He gets all the kisses.)

Pretty much no one visits this segment's office, except for the occasional segment and all. He works with no other Fatuis, no, purely by himself because of his very closed-off attitude. Which is why of course when you barge into his office he's naturally caught off guard. He's like... very quiet, uncharacteristically so because like, all the segments would love to talk your ear off but not this one. Either he's quiet or grouchy and snappy to others (not you.) He just watches you as you walk around his lab, responses to your questions rather shortly. It's not that he wants to ignore you this is just... very new for him, considering how long he had to deal with you being motionless.

Until you finally have enough and just plop yourself on his desk, preventing him from doing his work. AHHH the part where you're trapped and he stares at you.... giggles insanely he so does!. Also, you are so right. The other segments do that 100% to tease you, they wanna just kiss you all over and bite and lick while you squirm and blush under them! But this segment, he wants to take in every detail about you. He wants to see how lively you are now, examine every single thing that's different from when you were asleep for so painfully long. He wants to feel how warm you are, how you respond to his movements this time. He wants to hear you simply reassure him that he did everything he could and you're thankful.

Teehee Delta... honestly I wasn't even paying much mind when I dubbed him as the serious segment but!! We're rolling with it! He's one of the segments that literally never smiles. But unlike the others who don't smile either, he's just eternally serious... like at least the Akademiya segment is grumpy and all. You're honestly kind of scared at first because at least the smiles of the others make you feel better... but obviously he is a sucker for your attention hehe, no segment can ever deny this!

You LOVE cracking bad jokes with this segment to see his reaction 😭😭 (there is none besides him staring holes into you) As you said, you can do a lot of silly things and he would just scoff and gently reprimand you, you'll wrap your arms around his head and squish it while lathering him with kisses and he'll just sigh... (the blush is very very faint.) You know that pose where people put their hand against their forehead and lean back in distress? You love doing that with Delta. It's very funny, dramatically falling back into his chest only to be met with 😐

Still, despite his stern and rough tendencies, like all the segments, he's cautious of your health, and will be blunter than others about you pushing yourself or trying to hide your pain. When it comes to your health he tolerates nothing, if it could potentially hurt you. While you're appreciative, you wish he could calm down about that a bit...

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #o' great anon... please bestow some more cute brainrots like this pretty please with sprinkles on top 🤲🤲

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the1975attheirverybest · 4 months

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Being Funny In A Foreign Language

Chapter 5- Getting On My Nerves (Getting On My Knees)

Read all other chapters here

A/N: a dumpster fire.

Warnings: indulgent smut.

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"Yeah, yeah. That conversation is for a bit later. For now, tell me, you ever been fucked in the ass?”

“I beg your fuckin pardon?” Matty sprung up, fast,his attention focused for the first time in days. Amelia giggled, surprised that she enjoyed having that strong of an effect on him.

“What?” she looked him directly in the eyes. “Was it something I said?” She bit her lower lip, wondering if she should reveal more, her heart beating faster as she spoke, “I was just thinking that- since you’re, umm, since you’re having- pe- penissss….issues” she paused, her eyes looking to matty for any signs that she might be overstepping. How was she supposed to fuck him in the ass if she couldn’t even say the word ‘penis’ without breaking into a sweat? “Anyway….” she swallowed, “Dick isn’t everything. I read that the male body can have at least sixteen erogenous zones.”

“Erogenous zo- who are you?” Matty chuckled.

Amelia fixed her posture, standing up straighter, and erasing the doubt from her face as she proceeded. “What? You think you know everything about me just because-”

“Because I’ve taught you everything that you know about sex? Yeah, sort of.”

She blushed but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’d thrown her off. “Excuse me,” she squeaked, moving to climb the bed, “you have not taught me everything I know.” her body hovered over his. “A good student never stops learning; seeking information; expanding their mind.”

Matty retreated, docile, as she inched closer. Her face so close to his, she kept herself propped up; with a hand on each side of him. she has a boyfriend, she has a boyfriend, she has a boyfriend, he reminded himself as his body begged to be touched by her.

“According to what I’ve read, the penis isn’t the only place a guy gets pleasure from. So, we shouldn’t just give up. Options are endless.”

“Oh?” Matty blurted out dumbly.

“You see, It’s about nerve endings.” Amelia smiled. “You’ve got them in your forehead” she pressed her lips delicately to his forehead. Matty’s skin prickled with goosebumps. “And in your eyelids” her voice soft, planting a gentle kiss to each of his eyelids as his eyes fluttered shut. “Your mouth and lips.”

Matty’s breath quickened, he hummed when she kissed him, surprised that the kiss quickly deepened. The moment left him breathless and nearly brought tears to his eyes. He’s missed kissing her so much. It felt like bringing life back to his body, warmth spreading through him.

“The nape of your neck.” She mumbled into his skin, kissing it hungrily and grazing it with her teeth. Matty whimpered, panting already. His hand moved to rest on her back reflexively, as if trying to keep her pressed against him.

Leaving a trail of wet kisses all over his neck and jawline, Amelia pulled away to look into his eyes. “Pubic bone is an interesting one. Pretty much anywhere from under your belly button to your ass can be pretty sensitive. Shall we test that out?” her hands pulling at his underwear.

“I- umm…I want to, I just… don’t think-“

“Sorry, uhh…you’ve taught me better than this. I should check in with you first.” She smiled nervously. “New at this.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just that I- don’t think I-” Matty felt his heart race, his mouth turning dry, he struggled to breathe, to speak.

Amelia saw the panic in his face and began to withdraw.

“Matty? Everything alright?”

I wanna- erm- I wanna tap out… Is that okay?” He sat up, propping himself up on his elbows and feeling the air enter his lungs again. “I’m sorry, im not saying- I’m not saying I don’t wanna have sex with you, I’m saying- I don’t even know. My head feels like it’s gonna explode.”

“Talk to me, Matty. You used to be able to talk to me.”

“i don’t know how…. I don’t know how.”

Amelia felt helpless. That wasn’t how she envisioned the night going when she knocked on his door. She couldn’t get him to eat, she couldn’t get him to sleep, she can’t even give him a fuckin boner. They’ve had too many failed encounters lately. The persistent failure can’t be good for his already declining mental health. It wasn’t exactly encouraging for her either.

“It’s okay” she whispered, “it’s gonna be okay.” unsure if she believed her own words.

“Tell me something.” Matty pleaded. “Anything at all. Did- did you and Joshua go anywhere?”

As she relayed the excruciating details of her trip to California, Amelia’s fingers played with his hair, which seemed to calm him. Her sweet voice made him feel safe, to the point where he almost relaxed enough to fall asleep.

“It’s- uhh- getting late.” her fingers abruptly stopped scratching his head. “I just- don’t wanna leave you like this alone tonight.”

Then don’t, he thought. Don’t leave at all. Stay with me. Please. But he knew he had no right to ask that of her. So, he said, “don’t worry about me,” instead. “Seriously, Amelia, I’m fine. Just a bit down at the moment. Happens sometimes.” he offered her a sleepy smile. “You should- go. Get some rest. You’ve had a long day.”

***

A nauseating feeling kept Amelia awake as she laid there, next to her sleeping boyfriend, all night long. She was grateful that Joshua had already been asleep when she came back from Matty’s room. She felt awful for keeping things from him. Frankly, it felt like she was keeping things from herself. She wasn’t even sure why she’d constantly found herself pulled in the direction of Matty’s room so often, and when she stopped to ask herself about it, she couldn’t come up with a specific, conscious reason. He’s her friend. He’s going through a difficult time. Of course she’d feel the need to check on him. But she wasn’t just checking on him. Did she still love him? Is it possible to still love someone and also start to develop a relationship with someone else? She didn’t know. What she did know, though, was the fact that she’d been honest with him about how she felt. And he didn’t reciprocate. She wrapped her arms around Joshua, pulling herself into him and closing her eyes.

***

Amelia blinked the blur away, her eyes adjusting to the bright light of day. She thought she heard her boyfriend tiptoeing around the room, and when she turned to lay on her back, she saw that he was, indeed, already awake and sipping on a cup of coffee.

“Smells good” she spoke, her voice heavy with sleep.

“Morning coffee, comin’ right up.” Joshua set his drink down in order to make her one.

“So, how’s Matty doing?” he asked, handing her the coffee. “You two have fun last night?”Her heart dropped at the mention of last night. “He’s….i don’t know.” She held onto her drink with both palms, warming them up as she took her first sip. “Kind of worried about him, honestly.”

“Oh?” Joshua walked into the bathroom, rummaging through the hotel complimentary toiletries for a razor. “He doesn’t like me very much, does he?” He called out from the bathroom.

Amelia slid her feet off the bed, finally touching the floor. “What?! Why? What makes you say that?” She rushed to the open bathroom door.

“Just….the way he sometimes looks at me. Which is a lot. He looks at me a lot. And I’m not sure why.”

Amelia giggled, “oh, that’s….just Matty. He has a tendency to come off a bit intense sometimes. But he means well, I promise. He’s the sweetest guy once you get to know him. You two should hang out!”

“Yeah? You think so?”

“Think it’d be nice if you got to know him.” She smiled, walking over to him. “Morning.” She let him kiss her. “Do you mind if I invite him to breakfast?”

“Sounds good.” Joshua reached for the shaving cream and Amelia took that as her cue to back away from his face, returning to her coffee. “If he’s important to you, then, I think he and I should at least get acquainted.”

She beamed at him from the doorway, her eyes lighting up. “Thank you. I’ll text him right now.”

***

Matty had rushed out of bed in a daze, feet barely touching the ground as he flitted around the hotel room, getting dressed while he grinned from ear to ear, thinking about getting to spend time with Amelia and have a meal together. It was the first emotion he’d felt since getting off stage several days ago. Now that he'd made it outside of the comforting confines of his room, a slight, but persistent, sense of dread coursed through his veins. Everything felt overpowering; the soft ambient light of the hotel hallway, the mild beeping of the elevator as it climbed its way up and down. Matty found himself accurately aware, and wary, of everything around him. Already, the task of sitting through breakfast felt draining. The prospect of having to sit down, eat, drink, and make pleasant conversation, all while expending so much energy into not allowing his awareness of the feeling of air on his skin, his heart beating inside his chest, to distract him from Amelia and Joshua seemed an impossible achievement. The thought nearly paralyzed him.

He stood still, facing the elevators while the urge to turn around and walk back into his hotel suite ran through him. Ordinarily, whenever an urge like this overcame him, he would give into it. Take it as a sign that his mind and his body weren’t ready to be functional just yet. But he knew that if he went back inside now, this breakfast invitation would turn into yet another failure — one more thing he couldn’t bring himself to follow through on— and the weight of his present failures felt crushing enough. He wasn’t sure he could take one more. It would knock whatever remaining will to live right out of him, throw him right back down to rock bottom, make it that much harder for him to find the strength to leave his bed a second time. So, he took three painful deep breaths, and he pressed the elevator button.

He stepped into the elevator, fixing his hair in the mirror then feeling guilty for wanting to look good for her. When he arrived at the lobby, the elevator doors parted and he stepped out, looking for directions to the restaurant. There, he would find Amelia and Joshua sitting side by side having already chosen a table.

***

“Do you know what you’re getting?” Joshua glanced at the menu then at Amelia.

“Uhhh. I’m torn between the scrambled eggs and the pancakes. That sounds childish doesn’t it?” She smiled sheepishly.

“It does not!” Matty and Joshua accidentally spoke in unison.

Joshua laughed nervously, looking over at matty to make sure he wasn’t overstepping. When Matty apologized, and gestured for him to take the lead, he spoke again. “Tell you what? I’ll get whichever one you don’t get and we’ll split them in half. That way you can have both.”

“You’d really do that?” Amelia beamed at him.

Matty had to admit it to himself, the man knew how to treat her right. He should be happy that Amelia has him in her life.

A cheerful server with an abnormally high pony tail and a name tag that read ‘Emily’ approached their table. “Hello, my name is Emily and I’ll be taking care of you today. What can I get you started with?”

The server looked to Matty first.

“I’m actually not very hungry at the moment so I’ll just have a coffee and-“

“No you won’t.” Amelia stared him dead in the eyes. “You need to eat.” She glanced at the menu for a moment, “he’ll have an egg white omelet and a side of toast, oh…and a cappuccino with two sugars on the side please, thanks.”

“I don’t actually like egg white-“

“Nobody cares.”

Joshua shot his girlfriend a puzzled look. “Uhhh…for us…we’ll have the pancakes and the scrambled eggs. But could we get an empty plate on the side? To split the dishes? Thank you.”

The server collected their menus and dashed off, leaving them to sit in an awkward silence for a few moments.

“Umm, Matty, can I ask you…” Joshua was the first to speak, “Whats that instrumental thing that you guys played onstage towards the end of the show the other day.”

Matty’s eyes shot up. “Oh, 28?” Reluctant to engage, lest his dislike for Joshua become evident, but slightly intrigued by his question.

“Yeah, yeah. 28….i couldn’t find that on Spotify.”

Matty smiled, amused. “You won’t. It’s not actually a 1975 track.” He sat back in his chair, unfolding his arms. “It’s a Drive Like I Do thing.”

“Drive Like I Do? Never heard of-“

“It’s what we used to be called before ….before we became the 1975.”

“Ahhh! I see.” Realization finally got him. “Got it, got it.” He was quiet for a moment. Then, “well….will you play it again?”

“I don’t know.” Matty shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t plan these things out in advance, to be honest with you. I try and…go with how i feel.” Matty caught himself and corrected. “Christ I sound like a wanker.”

Joshua chuckled loudly, surprising both Amelia and Matty. “No, man. Not at all! I think it’s a great tune. I mean- the chords flow together so beautifully and you guys looked like you were having so much fun playing it! The crowd was into it!”

Matty’s smiled stretched bigger across his face. He looked at Amelia. “He’s got a good ear.” Then turned back to Joshua “you’ve got a good ear.”

The compliment seemed to encourage Joshua. He looked up at matty, in awe, then stumbled clumsily over his words “I mean- I- thanks- I- can’t say- I play a little bit. Guitar. Not consistently so…”

“You play?”

“I- not as well as you do, but a little bit yeah.”

Matty leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, “does he know about our nepotism thing?” He asked Amelia who smiled and shook her head.

“What nepotism thing?”

“So, we like to bring family and friends up onstage sometimes. My dad occasionally guest-performs a song. Hann’s wife does a duet with me from time to time….if you play, we could put you in the band for a song or two.”

Matty reached into the pockets of his jeans, pulling out his cigarette packet. “Need a smoke. Joshua, do you smoke?” He asked, pushing his hair back and standing up.

“Well, I do now!” Joshua sprang to his feet.

As they began to leave the table, Amelia cleared her throat dramatically.

“Right, sorry.” Matty looked back. “You wan’ a cig?”

She giggled “nah, I’m just messing. You boys go. I’ll stay and mind the table. Will text you when the food gets here.”

Joshua backtracked, planting a quick kiss on her cheek before rushing to keep up with Matty.

***

“Hey, man. Thanks for being cool with me tagging along and stuff.” Joshua spoke through the cigarette smoke. “Amelia speaks very highly of you. It’s clear you’re really important to her…”

It took a lot of self-control for Matty to hide the grin that threatened to cover his face.

“Anyway,” Joshua added nervously. “I’d really like it if we could be friends.”

Matty blew the smoke out of his lungs and turned around slowly, facing Joshua. “A friend of Amelia is a friend of mine.” He smiled, “as long as you’re good to her, that is.” He paused, considering the next words that left his mouth. He wondered if he was being too overprotective. “Amelia- she, erm, doesn’t need any defending. As I’m sure you’ve learned by now. But fuck with her, and you’ll have me to answer to.” Matty hated the pleasure that he derived in making such a statement. “We cool?”

To his credit, Joshua appeared entirely unfazed. “We cool, man. We totally cool.” He thought Matty’s thinly veiled threat was rather sweet.

“Good.” Matty looked away again smoking the last of his cigarette . “You guys all good with residence and transport and stuff? Having fun and all that?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course! It’s the closest I’ll ever get to being a rockstar- and without having to do all the hard work of actually being onstage in front of thousands of people every night. So, fuck, yeah I’m having fun!”

Matty chuckled. “Being onstage in front of thousands of people every night isn’t all that bad.”

“You always look like you’re having fun up there.”

“Yeah.”

A silent moment passed between them. Matty was about to ask if Joshua was ready to head back inside, but then he heard him speak again.

“Speaking of being a rockstar….mind if I ask you for a huge favor?”

“‘Course, Josh.” Matty felt self conscious about having assigned him a nickname, so, quickly, he finished the last syllable “-ua. Joshua. Go on.”

“Well…so, the other day, while Amelia and I were back home, she found out about this music and history exhibit that she really wanted to go to.”

Matty nodded to indicate that he was following along.

“Turns out it’s invite only.”

“Oh.”

“Some kind of fundraiser. For convincing bunch of rich people to donate money to an art and music school or something….”

“Right.”

“Anyway, I told Amelia to ask you about it, see if you could get her in, but- she just brushed me off.” Joshua blushed as he spoke. “I guess…I’m wondering if you could maybe pull some strings and get us in?” He paused to swallow his breath. “I mean, you don’t really seem like the string-pulling type, but I really want to surprise her. I figured it’s worth a shot?”

Matty smiled softly, watching the relief wash over his new friend. He couldn’t help but find this man’s determination to make Amelia happy to be endearing.

“Well, mate, listen….in case you haven’t noticed- my stock is currently down, so to speak. I’m not exactly the most beloved musician these days. So, I can’t promise that my calls will be answered. But, just text me the details of this exhibit and I’ll see what I can do.”

***

As he paced the empty rehearsal space, later that afternoon, Matty felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

Joshua

Hey, man! Event info below. Thanks so much for doing this!

It took Matty 5 seconds of scrolling through the link that Joshua had provided him to figure out why Amelia refused to bring it up herself. The event organizer, and one of the main sponsors, was Marcus Fontana, a dickhead rich guy that Matty has been in a decade long internet feud with. He’d been dismissive of The 1975’s work when Self Titled first gained momentum, which prompted Matty to point out that Fontana is the epitome of capitalist cowardice: he uses his power and money to collect rare musical artifacts and curate exhibits, when these instruments are made to be played. To produce music. They haven’t stopped arguing ever since. Though, if Matty had to be honest, he considered himself the winner every time. The guy had nothing useful to offer society.

He pulled up Fontana’s information, his finger hovering over the “call” button. He bit the bullet and pressed it.

***

Matty rolled his eyes, disappointed in himself for not seeing it coming. “Alright, Marcus. Name your price. What’s it gonna take?”

“One of your personal instruments. Your guitars.”

“Wh-What?”

“You heard me. I want one of your guitars.”

The very notion of having to part with any piece of his meticulously curated collection stung matty in his heart. Each instrument that he owned was there for a reason. Tracking down guitars from around the world and getting to test them out, personalize them, learn about their origins, pervious lives, and histories had become a hobby in and of itself. It broadened his appreciation of some of his favorite music and deepened his love for his job. But, this wasn’t about him. This was for Amelia. For their friendship. He was quiet for a moment as he absorbed the idea. “Fine.” He spat out. “Which one is it gonna be? I’ve got a few custom ones. Some cool vintage shit that’s rarely ever-“

“I want your fender mustang 1965.”

Matty froze. This motherfucker knew. And he wasn’t gonna make this easy. “Erm…what? Listen,” matty rambled on, buying himself some time to think. “I’ve got….more exclusive things than a fuckin Mustang from the 60s. I own a pretty amazing Gibson Firebird. Google it. I’m sure a photo’ll come up. It’s a sleek bad boy. Even on video- you’d be able to tell that it sounds special.” He felt his mouth run dry, his breathing grew heavy. “Or, umm, if you’re gonna go for it, maybe the- the Jag. American. From the 60s too so proper vintage. The one I’ve got is tri-colored. It’s-“

“Nope. 65 mustang or no deal. It’s up to you.”

Matty exhaled loudly, “you’re sure? Think about what you’re passing up on.”

“Positive. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.”

Matty felt himself crumble. But, then, an idea occurred to him. “alright, fine, you’ve got it.” He pretended to relent. “It…it was a present though, so-“

“Not that one.”

“What?” Fuck. He’s done his homework.

“Not the grey and white one that you received as a present a few months after getting the original. I don’t care about that one. I want the other one.”

“But-“ Matty’s knees shook, he leaned against the wall to steady himself.

“You know which one I’m talking about. You’ve mentioned it in interviews. Called it ‘the guitar that changed your life.’”

“But it’s not really worth that much compared to the other guitars I’m offering you!” Matty yelled impatiently. “Tell you what? You can have any other guitar that you want. My entire collections fair game. Except that one.”

“It’s not about price value, this one wouldn’t even be included in my curated collection. It’ll just sit in a basement and rust.”

The image made Matty’s blood boil, but he kept his calm. “Then why the fuck would you-“

“To hurt you. So that any time any fan or interviewer brings up my name or you get tagged in a screenshot of our Twitter conversation….you’ll remember this. You’ll know that I have something of yours that you can never replace. And no matter what you say about me online or in the papers….youve already lost too much.”

Matty had to set the phone down for a moment as he let the panic wash over him, hoping it would pass in a moment. He tried his best, but his emotional state was evident in his voice. “And- you- you think my 65 Mustang is the way to do it?” he attempted a scuff of contempt but it was shaky, weak.

“Well, I had a hunch. But you just confirmed it. You wouldn’t have offered me your prized Gibson instead if that mid-budget mustang didn’t mean more to you than money could buy.”

Matty hated the man’s guts, but he had to hand it to him. It was true. That guitar did literally change his life. He’d bought it as a consolation prize after a difficult breakup, on a trip to LA, long before the band was famous enough to justify a trip like this. But he ended up in the right guitar shop at the right time.

The songs that he wrote on that guitar, the live performances that he put on, the late night conversations with Hann, which ended up making him into the man that he is today…..making the band what it is today….And he’d somehow, against all odds, managed to only change the pickups on it. Practically unheard of for him. He loved personalizing his instruments as soon as he’d got them.

Though he’s made a career out of his ambivalent relationship to nostalgia, his relationship to that guitar was quite clear. He cherished every scratch and dent.

He considers saying no. Or asking for some time to think. Maybe calling up the boys and asking for advice. But, deep down, he knew the answer. He would do anything to make Amelia smile.

“Fine. I’ll have it packed up and shipped to you.”

“Wonderful. See? I knew we could come to an agreement. What’s the young lady’s name?”

“Amelia. She has a plus one. Joshua.”

***

Matty ran his hand across the body of the guitar, bidding it farewell. He felt that one of its strings seemed looser than the rest, so he took it in his lap to tune it properly. One last time, for old times sake. As he twisted the knobs at the head of the guitar, his mind had wandered, thinking about all the things that he’d gotten wrong lately. all the pain he’d caused, both to himself and others. All the people and things that he’d lost. His professional reputation hanging in the balance. The further that he’d spiraled, the tighter he twisted the knob, until at its maximum capacity for tension, the guitar string snapped, peeling off the instrument and cutting Matty’s palm, before it landed on the other end of the room.

“Fuck! AHH! Shit! Fuck me. Jesus fuck!”

Matty looked down, a massive gash, deep and bloody, covering his hand.

He rushed across the room towards the box of tissues, pressing down on the wound to contain the bleeding. “Fuckin hell. Fuckin kill me alrasdy.”

***

“You want me to come help you look? I’d have to park the car but I can do it and come find you?” Joshua yelled out of the car window as Amelia walked towards the building.

“Nah, but thank you, babe. I think I know where I left it. I’ll just grab it and be right back.”

She typed in the rehearsal venue’s code number and waited for the doors to beep, a green light flashing. The place looked significantly different when no music was being played. The large spaces, made to optimize acoustic performance, felt eerie and cold in the quiet. Even the echoes of her own footsteps seemed unusual. She found the room where she’d last been when she had her wallet, and she pushed the door open. In the dark of the room, she thought she saw a shadow. Instantly, she regretted not having asked Joshua to pay for parking and accompany her. Her mind rushed through the different possibilities of how this encounter might go, with every possible scenario being more grim than the one before, her blood slowly drained from her extremities.

The dark shadow coughed and stood up. She knew exactly who it was. She would recognize that hair and that posture anywhere.

"Jesus, Matty! You gave me a fuckin fright!" Amelia gasped, the color slowly seeping back into her face.

Matty smiled apologetically. "sorry, I...didn't... want to turn all the lights on for just me."

Amelia walked towards him, slowly. "What're you doing here?"

"Working." he shrugged. "avoiding the cold, empty, depressing hotel room.”

she nodded. her brows furrowed as she got a closer look at him. "Have you been crying?"

"Nope. Why are you back here?"

"Oh! right...I forgot my wallet."

"I'll help you look." He reply a bit too quickly, then he got out of his chair, turning around to wipe his face with the palms of his hand. "do you remember where you last had it?"

"Not really..." she walked towards her chair from one side of the room. “Probably at my table. Haven’t used it in a couple of days actually.”

Matty, seemingly having the same idea, also approached the chair she'd normally sit in, from the other side of the table.

They stood there, facing each other, with only a chair between them.

"should be somewhere around here." Matty mumbled, his eyes piercing through hers.

“Right.” She whispered, absent-minded. She was too occupied with scanning his features, trying to determine what wasn’t normal about him, to keep track of a conversation.

“Oh gosh! what happened to your hand??” She’d spotted the bleeding.

“No- nothing.” Matty hid it behind his back, but there was no fooling Amelia. She pulled at his wrist, forcefully. “Show me, you stubborn fool. I said- fuck- show me!”

She gasped at the size of the wound. “Matty, how did this happen?” Her fingers stroking it gently. Even the soft touch was too much for him, matty pulled his hand away reflexively. The concern etched onto her face was the final straw, he broken down in tears.

“Hey, hey. Hey! What’s- what’s happened? Matty? What…” she leaned forward, her forehead resting against his, pulling him up on his feet. “Hey, honey. You’re okay. You’re okay. I promise. Just breathe.”

Before they knew it, Matty and Amelia were kissing. His tears staining her face, their noses brushing against each other, teeth bumping together, sloppy, disoriented, passionate kissing.

“Are you gonna bend over and finally let me fuck you?” Amelia whispered into his ear, sending a shiver down Matty’s spine. He looked away, too overwhelmed to look into her eyes. Instead, he saw the Fender Mustang, missing a string, sitting in the corner. His heart dropped.

“Joshua” Matty blurted out before he could think.

“What? Where?” She jumped, creating distance between them.

“Not here. I just mean…we can’t. What about Joshua?”

“I know; I know. I should break up with him. I- I will.”

“No.”

Amelia’s brows furrowed. “Pardon?”

“Don’t. Don’t do it. Don’t break up with him.” He finally looked into her eyes. “He likes you. A lot. And…I can see he makes you happy.”

“Why are you saying this right now?”

“He’s a good guy, Amelia.”

“You….you're just so…” Amelia found herself speechless. Angry.

Matty dipped his head down, kissing her cheek. “It’s alright, Amelia. I’m glad you’re happy.” He tucked her hair behind her ear.

“You don’t know how I feel. You don’t know what’s good for me.”

“I know it’s not me.”

“Fuck you. Fuck you, Matty Healy.” She shoved him in the chest, but it barely made him move.

Later that night, Amelia told Joshua she couldn’t find her wallet anywhere. And Matty sent him a text.

Matty Healy - 1975

It’s done. You’re on the guest list.

Joshua

You’re a legend, bro! Thanks so much I owe ya.

Matty Healy- 1975

Nonsense. Feel free to tell Amelia this was all you. No reason to mention me at all. 😊

***

Amelia stared at the suite number, mustering the courage to knock on his door.

The kiss replayed in her mind all night long, on a loop. Her hands grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, her breath in his mouths, his breath in hers. His test stained cheeks cold against her skin, his wounded hand, gushing with blood, the look in his eyes when she said she’d leave Joshua. The kiss on her cheek. Though she couldn’t figure out how to feel about any of it, one thing was for sure: matty had definitely been injured and crying before she’d walked in. He’s her friend. He’s going through a lot. She’s not going to give up on him. She counted to three in her head, then she knocked.

“Amelia.” Matty said. “What brings you by? It’s late.”

“Came to check on you. You were upset earlier. Your hand was….”

“My hands fine.”

“Can you even play like this? Could you perform without playing? I mean, Hann could probably cover you-“

“Stop it. I’m fine. Just….stop.”

“For fucks sakes! What’s the matter with you?! I’m trying to love you! What is it that’s so fundamentally broken about you that you won’t fuckin let me?”

Matty wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees and be at her feet. But he also couldn’t pretend her boyfriend didn’t exist.

“You’ve got a boyfriend, Amelia.” He stated, coldly.

“So? I could be with more than one person at the same time. It’s called dating.”

“No you can’t.”

“Says the man who’s horny dming like three women at once not too long ago, right? Hypocritical.”

“That’s different- that’s not the same thing.” Matty shook his head, repeatedly.

“Why the fuck not? What? I’m not allowed to do the same thing that men do?”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Don’t be ridiculous! It’s not a sexism thing. You know it’s not! It’s different because I was never in a relationship with any of these women. It was casual. For both me AND them.”

“Oh? Are you saying that you have never strung a young woman along even when you’ve known that she liked you more than you liked her?” Amelia’s tone made it sound like a loaded question, but Matty was feeling too defensive to wonder what the question might be loaded with.

“Never.” He replied without missing a beat.

Amelia scuffed. “Yeah, right.”

“You think I would do that? You seriously think that low of me?”

“You’ve done it to me!” She yelled out, stepping forward and closing the gap between them. “If you’ve done it to me whos to say you haven’t done it to others. if the shoe fits…” she shrugged

“I never did it to you!”

“Yes, you did! Need I remind you-“

“You did it to you!” Matty interrupted. “You did that, Amelia. Not me. You did.” He repeated. “Isn’t that why you’re here now?? Even though Joshua is right down the hall? You’re the one who keeps coming into my room at night. To “check on me.” And earlier? You’re the one who kissed me first!”

As though a reflex, Amelia’s hand reached out and slapped Matty’s right cheek, leaving a visible mark on his face. Matty stood there, blinking rapidly, trying to wrap his mind around what’d just happened.

Amelia herself couldn’t quite explain it either. She’s a proud pacifist. A strong believer in communication. She often cried witnessing bees or flies being swatted at. But somehow, this thing with Matty, it had reached the very limits of language. There were no more words left to say. She had felt her rage-fueled blood rush through her body, her heart beating faster and faster as she recalled the moments that Matty was alluding to. Her confessing her love to him moments after sex; him rejecting her, instantly, as she’d stood there, literally naked, bearing her heart out; them not speaking for weeks as a consequence, only to fall back into bed together before he’d left for tour; him calling her up with some excuse about needing a dramaturg for his new stage show, jumping into bed together again, then telling her he didn’t want to have sex anymore. There were no words strong enough to express how all that had made her feel. When he searched her mind for an adequate response to the accusation that he had leveled, she couldn’t find anything to say, so she’d slapped him.

Before either one of them could figure it out, though. Amelia grabbed him by the collar, just as she had done earlier, and crashed her lips against his, harshly. His eyes fluttered shut instantly, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him.

They were both out of breath when they finally pulled away.

Matty opened his eyes slowly, blinking the haze away, “uh-“ he tried to find the words, panting, “h- hit me again.” His breath hot against her face. “Hit me again, please.”

Amelia bit her lower lip, slapping the left side of his face.

“Thank you.” Matty whispered, immediately, his chest heaving. “M-mo-more….hit me again, please.”

She did, harder this time, and she watched him wince, wondering if she’d overdone it. But then she heard him, again.

“Thank you.” He tried to catch his breath, but it was a futile attempt he was too excited now, not that his meek and docile whispers could show it. “Hit me again, please.”

She did. Harder and harder. Repeatedly. Once, Twice, and on the third time, she got ahead of herself.

“Hit me ag-“ the words hadn’t left his mouth before she’d slapped him, causing him to accidentally bite down on the inside of his mouth and draw blood. “Thank you.” He blurted quickly, though it stung, covering up the fact his mouth was bleeding inside, he retained his subservient look, swallowing the blood to keep from worrying her. “More? Please?”

Amelia’s hand stroked his face with the back of her hand. He flinched, for a second, not expecting the soft touch at first, then he leaned into it, closing his eyes. Her knuckles felt cold against his red, hot skin.

“I think that’s quite enough of that.” Amelia whispered, smiling. “Your face is going to be bruised tomorrow.”

“It’s- o- okay.”

She said nothing in reply, simply continuing to caress his face, watching him try to hide his pain every time that she touched a particularly read spot, searching his eyes for any mixed feelings.

“Please; I want- I need -“ he took a deep breath, his already fragile voice getting softer. “I deserve it.”

She thought about it for a second. “On your knees, hands behind your back.”

The words were hardly out of her mouth before Matty sunk down, keeping his eyes fixed on her. Slowly, his arms crossed behind him.

Amelia stood still for a brief moment, assessing the sudden height difference between them and the way that it made her feel. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it. She guessed it wasn’t a singular feeling, but a mix of different things: power over his vulnerable body, a strange rush of protective desire, concern over not being able to read his mental state. “We’ll do two more, okay?”

Matty nodded, smiling up at her. “Yes, yes. Okay.”

She hit him, chuckling when he’d yelped in surprise. “That’s one.” She announced then hit him again. “And that’s two. That feel good?”

“Mhm.”

Her eyes trailed down towards his chest, watching it rise and fall rapidly. Her hand hovered over his face, fingers lightly brushing his lower lip. To her surprise, matty parted his pink, plump lips, taking her finger in his mouth and sucking on it. She was hypnotized by him, confused by how beautiful and calming she’d found the scene unfolding before her eyes.

Amelia had always found Matty attractive. Anyone with a pair of eyes would feel the same. There was no denying how beautiful he is. But this moment wasn’t — at least not purely— about appearance.

Perhaps it was the fact that she could see, underneath his shirt, the outlines of his biceps and his chest, reminding her that he could very easily reverse this situation, but he was actively choosing not to. From the back of her mind rushed a disruptive urge, and she gave into it. She pushed her middle and ring finger into his mouth, without warning, as he struggled to adjust, he felt her push all three fingers to the very back of his mouth curling them down his throat. His entire body panicked, he gagged and coughed, his eyes brimming with tears.

“No, no, no. Don’t. Do not take me out of your mouth.” She chastised him. “Do whatever you need to do. Hold your breath in, throw up if you have to. You don’t stop what you’re doing until I tell you to.” Matty’s eyes shot wide open, shock all over his face. Hot, salty tears stung as they spilled down his swollen cheeks. He winced, but did his best to maintain his gag reflex as she’d asked him to.

Amelia pulled her fingers out of his sore mouth and smeared his own drool all over his face. She watched him blush, close his eyes, and simply take it.

“Aww, Matty! Would you look at that!” She suddenly exclaimed, noticing the bulge in his pants. “Hey, congratulations.” She giggled.

It took matty a moment to figure out what she was talking about. It wasn’t until he followed her line of vision, looking down at his own groin, that he put it together. “Oh- oh. Erm….i- hadn’t realized.”

“Oh cmon. It’s me. You don’t have to lie.”

“Not lying.’ I promise.”

“Well, let’s fix that, shall we?“ she bent down, reaching her hand to palm him over his clothes. Matty’s body instinctively leaned into her touch, hungry for more friction.

She heard him let out a soft moan, making her smile. “You feel that?”

“Mhm, Christ, yeah- I- I do.” He nodded, enthusiastic.

Just when Matty had closed his eyes, losing himself in the slightest tingle of pleasure, Amelia withdrew her hand, watching him fall forwards, cheek to the floor.

He groaned loudly, the metallic taste of blood gushed through his mouth from his earlier bite. His face had taken a lot of abuse tonight.

Amelia crouched down, pulling him back up by his hair. “What happened just there?”

Matty blushed. “Wasn’t- erm- wasn’t sure if….i was allowed to use my hands. Didn’t wanna- uhh- disobey.”

Amelia thought it was the sweetest thing he’d ever said to her. “You can uncross your arms from behind your back now, Matty.” She assured him.

He could hear in her voice that she was pleased with him and that realization gave him a rush that went straight to his head.

“Thank you.” He whispered, genuinely grateful.

Amelia’s hands began to undress him, ridding him of his shirt first, then reaching for his belt. She felt him stiffen as she pulled his belt out of the loops.

“What is it? Thought you’d want to- do you not want to take your jeans off?”

Matty hesitated to speak. He wasn’t even sure what he felt. Slowly, Amelia pulled her hands away. Recalling that when the roles were reversed, and she happened to have a moment of fear, Matty would always raise his hands up in surrender, to show her exactly where they were and that they were nowhere near touching her. So, she did the same.

“Look, look. I’m not gonna touch you if you don’t want me to, okay? I promise.”

Matty recognized his own words on her lips and it helped to calm him down for a moment. He nodded slowly as he felt more comfortable.

“I- I want to. I’m just nervous.” His confession embarrassed him. “Fuck- I sound like a fuckin virgin or something. It’s- just….what if it doesn’t work? Jesus….im a fuckin man; I should be able to say this— What if I can’t cum?”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Amelia repeated, lowering her hands to rest them by her sides. “One step at a time. Besides….If you can’t cum, that’s a good thing!”

“See, I’d prefer to think of cumming as a good thing, but hey, I’m crazy that way-“

“No, I mean….it narrows down the cause of your…your….erectile dysfunction.”

She winced as the words left her mouth. “It’s one thing if you can’t get hard. It’s another if you can’t cum.”

“Don’t you think ‘dysfunction’ is a bit harsh?”

She giggled. “Sorry, didn’t mean to offend your penis.”

They were both silent for an uncomfortable moment. Amelia could tell that, despite the silence, Matty’s brain was incredibly loud on the inside. She leaned in and kissed him to silence his anxious thoughts.

“Tell you what?” She cupped his cheek with her hand softly. “I’ve got an idea. Let’s…leave the penis be for now.”

“Kay.”

“You seem to really like pain.”

Matty’s lips twitched. He averted his eyes. “I do.”

“I mean it got you hard so that’s progress….tell me more. We do have a couple of things to punish you for.”

“Wha- what? Punish-“

“You never finished your breakfast this morning. Despite my repeated pleas.”

“Oh.”

“We did say we were going to teach you to care for yourself.”

“I took a couple of bites.”

“Matty.”

All she said was his name, but he knew what she meant.

“I tried. I wasn’t hungry. I’m sorry.”

“And then later….your hand.” She gestured towards his injured palm.

“Amelia, please.”

“So, tell me what sorts of pain you don’t enjoy too much. What would I have to do to you for it to count as unpleasant? As punishment?”

****

“Are you sure about this?”

Amelia stood by the foot of the bed. In front of her, matty laid on the bed, on his stomach, completely naked, a pillow under his waist, propping his ass up.

He nodded. “I’m sure. But if you’re not comfortable with it, then we can find something else….”

“It’s fine with me. I’m just scared I’ll hurt you.”

“Kinda the point, love.”

She rolled her eyes. “I meant harm you. I don’t want to harm you.”

“You’d only be harming me if this weren’t consensual. But it is. I want this. Do you want this?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. It was my idea.”

She walked over to Matty’s discarded belt, picking up off the floor and folding it in half. She took several deep breaths, preparing herself.

“Alright. Ten for each. So twenty total. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Ready?”

“Yes, yes. So ready.”

Amelia swung her arm back, bringing it down with as much force as she could muster, lashing matty, straight across the ass.

She watched as his body tensed up for a moment, his fists balling up the duvet and squeezing shut.

She repeated the motion four more times in quick succession, before pausing to check in. “Umm…Matty? You okay?”

His voice was muffled by the bedding, but she heard him reassure her.

“It- umm- it makes me nervous that you’re quiet. Could you— not be quiet?”

Matty had to work through the burning pain that he was feeling in order to focus on Amelia’s voice, so it took him a moment to process what she’d said. He thought about it for a second. “I- sure- how about….how about I count out each blow? Would that help?”

“Yes!” Amelia smiled, relieved. “Yes that would be great. I’ll start from the beginning.”

Matty whimpered at the news. But he wasn’t going to object.

“Oh, but wait... before we do that…” She rushed over to his side. Leaning down and placing a quick kiss, awkward kiss somewhere on his head. “You’re doing so good, Matty. Really. Must be hard. Trying to help me and yourself.”

His head lifted off the bed slowly, smiling. “I wouldn’t change it for anything.”

***

“S-se-Seventeen.” Matty cried, sweat dripping down his face and soaking the duvet, mixing with his tears.

He knew, by the jolting of his body, that she’d delivered another whip, “eighteen!” But his mind was so foggy and disoriented that the pain felt out of focus. Somewhere along the periphery of his consciousness. His hips thrusted into the bed, chasing the pleasure over and over. Whining and crying out.

“I said quit that!”

He heard Amelia’s voice, instant remorse filled his chest. He paused. “Sorry- I- sorry.”

“You’re not allowed to cum yet, you hear me?”

His response time was starting to slow down as he sunk deeper and deeper underneath the haze. But he didn’t want to worry her, so he struggled to speak, making as much noise as possible to assure her that he was listening. “Yea- yeah. It just feels…good. But I- I won’t. Won’t cum.”

“Where were we?”

He thought for a moment, “eighteen.”

Soon came “nineteen” causing him to let out a high pitched moan, his hips, reflexively grinding against the bed again.

Frustrated with his lack of self-control, Amelia delivered the final blow with anger.

“Fuckkk! Twentyyyy- fuckkk that hurtssss” he sobbed, his hips still moving rhythmically.

His breathing quickened, he began to panic. “Amelia? Amelia, please?” He yelled out, desperate, and in a hurry.

“Please what, matty?”

“Please tou-tou-touch me? I- need- it’s been so long. I need you to touch me, please?”

Her silence confused and terrified him. So, his pleas grew louder and more urgent. He said whatever came to his overwhelmed and scattered brain.

“Amelia, please- need- need you to jerk me off, or, or maybe I could do it? If….if I’m allowed? Please? I don’t know if I can- I might ruin it.” He moaned and writhed, feeling his orgasm building.

“Nope.” Amelia simply uttered, unsure if he could even hear her over his own voice.

“Oh, god! Amelia, please! I think- I think I’m gonna cum. I don’t wanna be bad, please let me. Please, please -I - ah- “ his words interrupted by moans and a large wave of pleasure.

“I’m scared.” He sobbed. “It’s gonna be too much. I don’t know if I can take it. Fuck- I’m dizzy….don’t wanna cum without permission but- I can’t hold it anymore…” he cried out, mumbling a few incoherent sounds. It was unclear if they were broken words or simply the sounds of tortured pleasure.

Amelia sat on the bed next to him, holding his hand in hers. “It’s okay, Matty. You can cum. You can do it.”

“It’s gonna be too much!” He squeezed her hand. She was shocked at how sweet she found that simple gesture.

Matty wanted to scream, to beg her to make it all stop. Take the pleasure away. He wasn’t sure that his exhausted body could withstand an orgasm. Frankly, he wasn’t sure he even remembered what an orgasm feels like. All he’s known lately has been painful discomfort and disappointment. But before he could say anything, his body acted on primal instinct, thrusting against the bed one final time, tipping him over the end.

A broken groan ripped through his throat as he felt one wave of pleasure crash through him after the other. His body jolting from head to toe, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Amelia watched hungrily as his hand loosened around hers, his toes curling, she moaned and wept, staining pools of his tears and sweat with cum.

***

In the dark, Amelia laid in Matty’s bed, on fresh bedsheets, with him clinging to her waist, his face buried into her side. He was still trembling through the remnants and aftershocks of his orgasm, somewhere between sleep and basic consciousness. He didn’t appear to be crying, though tears still rolled down his face. Amelia guessed that it was mostly physiological. She rubbed his back, played with his hair, did her best to help him come back down. Every once in a while, he would muster enough energy to look up at her and ask, in a hoarse, broken voice, if she feels okay — If she had fun— and every time, she would assure him that she’s doing great; that she enjoyed herself very much, then, she’d watch him smile at her briefly before lying back down, only to repeat the same process again a few minutes later.

After a long silence, matty surprised Amelia by speaking, when she thought he’d fallen asleep.

“Are you still mad at me?”

“No- no. Remember? You’re the one who taught me that punishments wipe the slate clean.” Her nails scratched the base of his scalp. “That’s their whole point, right?”

“Not that. The other thing. What I said earlier….made you hit me.” The memory brought a fresh stream of tears to his eyes.

“Oh.”

“You still mad at me?”

She heard the hitch in his voice and looked down at him. “I don’t know, Matty.”

“I- didn’t mean it. Amelia, please.”

“You did mean it.” She said, assertive, but gentle. “I know you well enough to know that you never say anything that you don’t think is true. Might be cruel. But I you believe it.”

She felt him tighten his grip on her waist.

“I’m losing you.”

“Don’t say that…” she rubbed small, slow circles into his bare back, occasionally pausing to knead the muscles that she thought might be particularly tense.

Her phone vibrated against the nightstand, the blue light of the screen shining in the darkened room. She tried to ignore it at first, but the persistent buzzing caught her attention.

“Excuse me.” She whispered, reaching for her phone.

Joshua:

Where are you?!

Babe?

Come back to the hotel room I have a surprise for you!

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Matty? Ummm…I’ve gotta go.”

His arms squeezed her even harder.

“C’mon, Matty. Please. Joshua’s looking for me.”

“Right- sorry.” He hiccuped, suppressing a cry. His arms reluctantly loosening around her. “Don’t mean to be greedy. I’m sor-“

“I’d stay longer but….he says he’s got a surprise for me and….i just need to go.”

Matty nodded, quickly turning on his side, his back towards her, he covered his mouth with his hand and wept.

As she got dressed and collected her belongings, Amelia could tell, by the shaking of his body, that he was crying. But she couldn’t stand to watch. She knew that if she rushed to comfort him, she’d never leave. So, even though every step away from him felt like hell, she dragged herself out of the room, walking back to her boyfriend across the hall.

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