#“how come it feels like we dont really know who you are once youre gone? i couldve swore i was thinking about you but it felt like i was

[phobiaexists]

I’m in love

[lilpaigeywbb]

៵⋆ the reality of distance ៵⋆

➜ summary: surprising paige when she needs you most

➜ warnings: fluff (thats about it!) || not proofread!

➜ pairing: paige x long distance gf

➜ authors note: did we appreciate the donnie darko reference? anyways, here’s some fluff that i wrote this morning. i hope y’all enjoy!! also, feel free to ask if you want to be mentioned when i post something!! 

three weeks, twenty eight days, six hours, fourty two minutes, and twelve seconds. that was how long it had been since paige bueckers had seen her girlfriend and she was going crazy. the longest she had ever gone without you was maybe four days, mind you, at the VERY BEGINNING of your relationship but once you guys hit the 2 month mark, she was hooked. her behavior was that of a codependent puppy. she refused to be without you for five days at most. christmas breaks? she booked you flights to and from your hometown and minnesota. during the summer of your junior year, her parents weren’t surprised when she brought you with her. you were an extension of her and during long periods of time, she didn’t know what to do without you which just made going to the wings impossible. well, not really. she was so excited that she didn’t even realize she would be leaving you until she found herself in your car, driving her to the airport. you helped her get her bags from the back but she was almost in a trance. she had tried to convince you to go with her (multiple times) but you couldn’t. there was too much school stuff, too much job stuff, and too much family stuff that just had to come first. “but mama, i promise it’ll only be for a few days.” she begged, practically on her knees. “im sorry, baby” you whispered, placing a kiss to her head and waving her goodbye. luckily for paige, she was able to immerse herself in basketball so well that she didn’t have the time to think about how far away you were. she didnt have time to mope or be lost without you. 

until she did.

it was out of the blue, really. she was at a game when she saw someone who resembled you sitting courtside and it hurt. sure, she had facetimed you almost every hour of every day which helped enough but seeing someone who looked so much like you IN PERSON broke her. she felt herself succumbing to the loneliness of missing you again and everyone could see how badly it affected her. maddy noticed first, seeing how paige began to sulk. dijonai saw it in her fake smiles and forced laughs so she knew she had to take action to help out her rookie. you were sitting in your room, organizing your clothes to go back to your home state when you got a call from nai. she practically begged you to come to dallas, claiming she would get you anything you wanted and do your bidding for the rest of her life if it meant you come to surprise paige. all it took was one photo of her looking absolutely miserable for you to get on the next flight to dallas.

when you stepped into the arena, the noise was deafening. it was littered with people wearing her number on their backs and waiting for the team to start their warmups. dijonai offered for you to go into the locker room to surprise paige but you didn’t want to throw her off her game so you waited. you sat somewhere in the crowd, watching your girl play. she was even better in person than you remembered. during halftime, you got a text asking why your location was off which you ignored. then she called you. you sighed and found a quiet(ish) space to answer. “where are you? why is your location off?” she begged, clearly worried and upset by this. you sighed and glanced around. “i’m- at a club. with some friends. and i turned off my location so my parents couldn’t see?” you weren’t sure how convincing that was. probably not convincing at all because of how your voice wavered and sounded more like a question than an answer. paige huffed and you could almost see her pout. god, you wanted to see her… but you had to wait. “i dont believe you” she whined, growing more anxious. “just keep playing, baby. you’re doing so good.” “youre watching my game from the club?” “shut up.” you hung up with a small smile, returning to your seat. the wings were up 75-71 and you were cheering your heart out for your girlfriend. she was on fire. after the game (with a wings w), paige went into the locker room by dijonai waited for you. she watched as you rushed down to the court and then led you to the teams exit area. she told you to wait there, making a comment about how happy paige would be. 

about fifteen minutes later, the players started filing out, some of them recognizing you from the numerous photos paige had shown them. nai tapped your shoulder and whispered, “she’s coming out now.” you smiled and nodded, beyond ready to see your girl. you hadn’t seen her in person for so long and god, she looked good. better, close up. her muscular ar,s were protruding through her shirt and it made you want to be wrapped in her. you quickly went back to your spot behind the wall and waited for paige to walk by, waiting until her back was to you before calling, “p! can i have your autograph?”

her heart skipped a beat and she didnt hesitate to turn around, her eyes wide and so beautifully blue. she blinked a few times before it actually registered that you were there. her girlfriend was there. it took maybe less than three seconds for her to tackle you in a hug, the both of you falling on the ground. her teammates took pictures and videos, gushing over how cute you two were but she drowned them out. the only thing that mattered was you. paige nuzzled her face in your neck, not even caring that you two were on the ground. “i missed you so much,” she whispered, hugging you tighter, “don’t ever leave.” you laughed and hugged her back just as tight before helping her to stand up but she wouldn’t budge. “baby, you have to get off the floor,” you laughed, amused and touched by her childish behavior. she huffed and stood up before clinging to your arm again, looking at you like you hung the moon. 

later, you two sat on her couch in the quiet of her apartment. there were no distractions, no teammates, no schedules. just you and her, and the weight of all those days apart. paige leaned her head on your shoulder and whispered, “i didn’t realize how much i needed you.” you smiled and kissed her temple, holding her tight. “i’m here,” you promised, “i’m not going anywhere.” she smiled back and kissed your lips gently. 

the way you two were wrapped in each other reminded you that even in the reality of distance, what you had was real and nothing could change it.

[munv]

Suguru’s jealousy simmers. It’s barely noticeable, but its there. And you come to this realization when he denies you of your cause.

“no.”

“Just this once suguru, come on!”

“Hell no”

He’s currently wrapped in his towel, hair loose and dripping and no shirt. Fresh from the shower you presume. Yet, he wears this irritated face as if he managed to convert all that hot water from his shower into anger.

A snicker comes from the bed, following by a haughty voice. “What’d ya do to make him so pissed, I wonder?” He glances up for a second, eyes fixing on your figure as you reach for another product on your vanity.

“Satoru, you arent taking this seriously.” Suguru bites back. He eyes his white counterpart, who is currently scrolling on his phone without a care in the world.

You roll your eyes at the two before going back to fixing your makeup. “The girls and I will be gone for like, an hour at best. Im not gonna get swiped the second I go outside.”

“Like that you probably will.” Satoru chimes in, again.

“People like you are the reason others feel the need to end it.” You snark

“Love you too sweets” That little fucker is taunting instead of helping your case, how useful.

You watch as Suguru approaches you from the mirror and leans over your figure. “Suguru, you’re gonna get me wet!”

“Where?”

“You know what I mean” He gives a boyish laugh before tracing his hands across your collarbone. Bending down to whisper in your ear as he drapes himself over you. Closer and closer to your face.

“Eugh, your shower evidence is gonna seep into my clothes, off. Now!”

“Quit being sassy. You really thought you’d go out looking this good? I cant stress this enough im afraid”

He pecks your neck and for a moment, your completely entranced as he breathes in your perfume. Nose snug in your neck as he narrows his eyes at you through the reflection.

Your breath hitches, but you dont falter. Not yet. “The point is that I look good babe.” You wiggle a bit in his grasp, watching his hands slither down to grasp at your hip as the other settles on your leg.

“You always look good. But I think you should stay in tonight” he grumbles, snuggling closer. “Really?”

He squeezes your hip. “Really.”

You can feel yourself folding under his grasp at an alarming rate, and by this point? You have half the mind to message utahime you wont make it tonight.

“Say, how about I show you something better? Hm? Im sure that we can arrange someth—“

“I GOT 76028 LETS GO?!”

You both groan.

Satoru rolls around, white tussled hair bouncing along in his excitement. All before he looks up with wide eyes

“Woah. Two hotties. We fucking or what?”

You sigh before wiggling out of Suguru’s grasp. “Im taking a shower.”

Suguru glared at satoru with a strained smile. “You just ruined the mood you dork”

“For real?”

“For real.”

[rexomi]

Something something. Making Solas a liar in Veilguard actively brings back a problem they fixed working on Inquisition.

On December 20 2019 VGS posted an interview with Trick Weekes about their work on Solas. This whole sentence is a link so its large enough for mobile but also disclaimer this is before they changed their name so deadname warning.

Here's a transcription I found here which is where i took the screenshots above. Since I know not everyone has 40 minutes to listen to an online radio interview.

I however highlighted the main point since most of you are not reading the screenshots anyway but skimming through. Rant under Read-more. Also bc i try to not be too negative on people's dashs but also i wanna ramble some more.

"But he lied a lot more. And it really weakened his character."

You can tell this happened during the game. Solas lies only once within Inquisition. He says something he can't be vague about and you push him so he lies, badly. He usually tells the truth vaguely. Typically Solas lies no more than Blackwall.

I fully believe that if in Inquisition your inquisitor figured out that Solas was Fen’harel and asked him bluntly to his face he'd confess. He might even be impressed. But why would you ever start to think that. No one assumes that their coworker is actually Poseidon regardless of how much they love the beach and ocean.

He hides in your expectations.

You can't ask him about being an ancient elf or being Fen'harel of myth because those aren't very probable. They're astronomically low to be truth within that universe. And outside, no one finished DA2 and went i wonder if one of our next companions is the Dread Wolf. Sera said, impossible things can't be surprises. He doesn't have to lie so when the truth comes out it's becomes obvious on a second playthrough.

They then actively bring back a problem they fixed in Inquisitions development. That they were open about fixing. That having a character that outright lies to you makes you have no intention of even hearing out the character. It retroactively undercuts Inquisition bc i see people trying to find Solas' lies in it when they aren't going to find any beyond the court intrigue.

It undercuts any lore we do get from Solas bc people dismiss it outright as being a lie from Mr "I abhor blood magic". I feel like shaking people's shoulders like no, dont do it.

They retconned him guys i have proof from 2019.

And its like if you hate Solas is this even satisfying? Like that's not Solas. His motivations are gone (that's a whole other post) and so is his core personality trait. It's like they went here's the Dreadwolf but during the ten years they replaced the smug asshole who was insufferably right with a 20 yo senior chihuahua that doesnt have any teeth.

My favorite villains are those that tell the truth. Because nothing hurts more than the truth. Can you imagine if he told you the truth. If he told you horrible things that you dismissed as lies to only be true. Wouldn't Varric’s death have more weight if he told you Varric was dead only for you - for everyone - to see him in the Lighthouse. If it was a spirit who took his shape to help you or even because it saw something worth reflecting in your memories.

So you dismiss him until it's revealed near the end oh he was telling the truth and you have an oh shit maybe he was right about other things but its too late to try and stop any of the truths he told you which could be from allies/companions betraying to stuff about Ghilan'nain and Elgarnan.

Like the only way to redeem Solas was to listen to him and by going out of your way to address problems he sees and you can find the alternative to tearing down the Veil by a series a little puzzle pieces throughout the game.

Have it be he will only listen to you if you listen to him. That he'll reject your other solution bc why the hell would he trust you if you couldnt extend the same.

Like Solas couldve been a great villian and he should've been great for both the haters and those that liked him. Not only the romance but for those who became his friend. Like i keep coming back to if i hated Solas would i be satisfied with Veilguard.

And the answer is no because that isnt Solas.

Tricking him has no weight bc he's an idiot in Veilguard like not even in the ending bc doesn't notice you switch the dagger around like right in front of him but none of his actions make sense. Ppl have mentioned the regret prison makes no sense for Elgarnan and Ghilan'nain bc they don't have regrets.

Attacking Solas has no weight because he literally needs the shit kicked out of him by a dragon for it to even begin to work. They literally need him to be at deaths door before its realistic that Rook could take him in a fight.

Redeem has no weight bc of the massive retcons to his motivations. They had to retcon the post credits scene bc even if Flemythal went hey i don't want you to do this Dai Solas wouldve went okay but that doesnt solve my other problems with the veil including the corruption of spirits and the fact its in literal shambles so i guess is still coming down.

I'm just disappointed. By the end of Trespasser they had a great villian and they just tossed it to the side and reverted him and people are arguing about a character who's sole defining trait in Veilguard is a problem they solved before Inquisition launched.

Basically we can sum it up with a screenshot.

[keirareidss]

Hiiii love your writing!!!

Can i request a fic with 4 (doggy), c (hand wrapped around throat/column) and on a balcony. I visualise postprison!spencer for looks.

Thankyouu i you write this💕💕

If you dont. Doesn’t matter.

Hope you have a good day!! Okay byeee❤️

build a fic choices: ꒰ 4 ꒱ doggy, ꒰ C ꒱ wrapping a hand around the column of their throat, ꒰ 𓃟 ꒱ a balcony warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, p in v, choking, semi-public sex i guess wc: 1.0k

Quiet nights like this were your favorite. Winding down in the cool breeze out on the balcony with your one and only. Sharing a cup of tea or him reading a book to you in that soft, steady voice of his.

You cuddled into his side on the couch, fairy lights twinkling around you, the moon a waning gibbous. Staring out into the starry night sky, his voice the background nose of your dissociation, you found yourself at peace.

White specks, more than six trillion miles away. Spencer had told you once, that when you stare up at the stars you're actually looking into the past. Even the closest stars are thousands of light years away which means the light we see left the star thousands of years ago.

"Are you even paying attention?" The change in tone brought your attention back to him.

"Of course I am."

"Really?" He chuckles, lowering the book even more. "What has the last chapter been about?"

"Um..." You realized that you hadn't actually been comprehending the words he was saying, just listening to the deep tone of his voice.

"That's what I thought." He murmured, closing the book, setting it aside and turning to you. "What are you thinkin' about, hmm?"

"Do you remember when you took me stargazing in the park?"

"Our fifth date." He recalls. He had it planned from the first date but he waited a few more so he didn't come off as a creep who wanted to take you into the middle of an empty park in the dead of night.

"Yeah. I was just thinking about everything you were telling me."

"I told you a lot that night." He chuckles. The date had gone on for a bit longer than either of you expected because he kept finding new topics he could ramble about.

"I meant about the stars. How you said it's like looking into the past." You laughed as well.

"Yeah. What about it?"

"I don't know, just... it's interesting." He hums, following your gaze to the stars. You were both silent for a few moments before you spoke again. "Which one is Cassiopeia?" Spencer leaned forward, scanning the sky for it but his view was slightly blocked by the awning over the balcony.

He stood up, stepping up to the railing and searching for the constellation. When he found it, he beckoned you forward.

"Right there, see it?" He bent down, hovering slightly behind you and pointing, letting you follow his gaze.

"Uh huh." You murmured before turning your head meeting his right next to you. Your eyes fell to his lips as he turned his face to you.

"Off in your head again?" He asks, raising a finger to tap your temple and your eyes snap up to his.

"No... focused on something else." His hand slid up your back and when it reached the middle, his pushed down, gently but with enough force to bend your body.

"Wanna tell me what that is?" He stepped behind you, folding his own body down over yours, his voice next to your ear.

"You." You breathed but he just chuckled.

"I'm gonna need more than that, angel."

"Y-your mouth." His hands traveled down your sides, meeting at the front where he tugged the string on your pajama pants, loosening them. He hummed for you to continue. "And your hands... on my body."

"Where?" He prompted. Instead of saying the words, you took one of his hands, sliding it up until he was cupping your breast through your thin tee-shirt.

"Here." You took his other hand, sliding it into your pants, between your legs so his fingers were on your sex. "And here."

"Naughty girl." He purred into your ear, pressing his fingers against you harder, feeling your wetness through your underwear as his hips pressed against your backside.

"Please, Spence."

"Since you asked so nicely." He nips at your earlobe as his thumb rubs your nipple through your shirt, making you grateful that you decided to forgo a bra that night.

He tugs at the waistband of your pants, pulling your underwear down with them and leaving you bare on your balcony. Where anyone could see. You gasped as you felt the head of his cock prodding at your entrance from behind and your breath hitched when he pushed inside.

"Fuck! Spencer." You moaned. His hand slid up from your breast to wrap around the column of your throat, squeezing gently to remind you who's in control.

"Shh, quiet angel. Don't want the neighbors hearing us, do you?" You shook your head, his other hand squeezing your hip in approval. He tugged you back a bit more, further onto his cock, bending you over even more.

With your arms braced on the railing, your back was almost parallel with the wooden floor of the balcony, Spencer's cock splitting you open. His thrusts started slow, a torturous drag in and out and back in again, hitting that spot inside you that no toy could ever reach.

You moaned and his hand squeezed your throat, stealing your breath in his fingers for just a moment before loosening his grip.

"Keep it down." He murmured, his hip movements becoming sloppier. His teeth sank into your shoulder from behind, biting down to stifle his moan.

"I'm so close." You whined, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. Spencer hummed against you in agreement as his hand slipped away from your throat, sliding between your legs to rub at your clit.

In an instant, you were cumming, biting down on your fist to stifle the sound. Spencer wasn't far behind you, (literally), his front pressed against your back as he spasmed, spilling inside you.

He mumbled a curse as he pulled out of you, steadying you on your unstable legs before, pulling up your sleep pants for you.

"We- we should go back inside." You said breathily.

"Are you that eager for more?" He grinned and you opened your mouth to protest. That wasn't what you meant when you said it, but, yeah, now that you think about it...

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[sanwrioz]

shinsou who you met in middle school. who originally resented you because of your “heroly” quirk. 

shinsou who you found out was an outcast because of his quirk, and instead of believing he would automatically make a good criminal like the others, you just thought his quirk was cool. becoming his only friend, and the only friend he said he “needed.”

you : “i think they're wrong. imagine you brainwashing the villains into doing good!” s : “you think so? that's what i’ve been trying to say.”

shinsou who you grew so close to during your years in middle-school. the boy who, under the false “criminal” facade people placed on him, was a super smart guy (and a normal person) who wanted to be a hero like everyone else. 

shinsou who didn’t really know how to speak to anyone but straight-forwardly because he had no other friends. who you would speak to freely about a million and one things. not once did you fear he’d ever take advantage of you — because you knew him, and he wasn’t like that.

s : “i like cats.” you : “oh, me too!”

shinsou who you confessed to and began to date in your second year of middle-school. who was surprised that you’d want to be with him, even though you knew how he really was. he didn’t want the bad rumors about him to get to you. and people said things, sure, but he never let anyone talk bad as long as he heard it. and the same went vice versa, you corrected those who still forced the facade on him.

“i heard they’re only dating because he brainwashed them” you : “i was the one who confessed???” “they’re weird for being with him.” s : “you dont know them, or me.”

shinsou who you unofficially broke up with in your last year of middle-school. the cause? a silly argument over quirks. you wanted to keep talking about it, and shinsou just couldn’t see eye to eye with you. you didn’t stop, so he made you leave. he needed space.

ex!shinsou who, almost immediately realized where he went wrong. he wanted to go after you, despite being the one that forced you to leave. but he didn't, because maybe he was just like everyone said.

ex!shinsou who received the worst backlash after you two broke up. not because you told everyone he was an asshole, but because people stopped seeing you two together. you were the only person he had, so he had nowhere else to be. it was easy to connect the dots.

“they should’ve listened to us.” “we told them he was a bad person.” “what an asshole.”

ex!shinsou who you never talked bad about, or even told anyone what really happened. who you never reached back out to because he put you out first. you didn’t resent him — at least not days after it happened, you were scared of being too much for him again.

ex!shinsou who missed you heavily, and wanted you back in his life, but was scared you now thought of him like the others.

ex!shinsou whos quietly hoping you come back. he never stopped loving you, despite the small sense of jealousy he felt because of how “good” you were doing without him. when in reality, you didn’t feel like yourself without him.

ex!shinsou who you “re-met” in high school, who just speaks his mind and doesn’t hold back. he couldn’t give a shit about what others think of him, except for you.

ex!shinsou who comes clean about everything he felt that day, and just about every day since you were gone. he promises he wont ever do that to you again, and that he hopes you don't see him as a bad person. when you tell him you don't, he almost cries.

you : “i never saw you in that way.” s : “even after that?” you : “never.”

ex!shinsou who you “resume” dating. shinsou, the boyfriend who tries his best for you, and never makes the same mistake again. the man who, even when it gets hard, still works hard to become a hero because you’ve always believed in him.

boyfriend!shinsou that turns into husband!shinsou as you two become pro heros. your husband, shinsou, who fulfilled his wish of becoming a pro hero. maybe not everyone sees his quirk in a good way, but you do. and its all that matters to him. 

for a friend <3

[ganondoodle]

as funny as this scene is ... toby and the team are very good at combining humor and serious things (or rather, the humor works so well bc it has a solid base? idk words) the longer i think about it the 'worse' it gets

even with them trash talking each other constantly its so obvious that they still care (they share so many phrases and themes you cant even tell who got what from whom.. though i suppose its more likely spamton got them from Tenna .... but also he would have had to be there for quite a while to have so many similarities) even if its complicated- and like, spamton kind of sounds so genuinely happy here?? and the fact he (if you have the dealmaker) comes out of your inventory on his own here when Tenna talks to himself about being at his lowest and wishing him back (more or less) is kinda heartbreaking to me????? for all i know (cut me some slack its been a long time) we dont know why spamton never came back or left in the first place (and there is the thought of ... would he have even been able to come back given that they are all tied to physical objects and to get Tenna to safety later -if you dont let him die- susie literally has to carry him away) and even if its some sense of resentment or pride or shame or something that made him stay away/avoid him, NOW that you got him here and he hears and sees this he actually makes a move????????

for all that spamton is weird and kinda fucked up for unkown(?) reasons, treated badly (even if for good reason(??) i dont remember everything of the first chapters) and everything im just so?? he could have just stayed in your inventory like hes done before but he doesnt

but you also cant really blame Tenna for reacting the way he does here (and yes i do think he knew it was spamton and the overblown reaction was mostly trying to think of soemthing to do bc HOW would you handle this?? and also i do think he could be petty about it but also maybe overreacting ... i know how it feels to overreact in weird ways ahaha- just .. i get it but, dude, why q-q)- you were hiding and he was talking to himself and then spamton just freakinge appears in front of him like that (when Tennas desperate attempt to avoid being thrown away fails, no matter how far he went, when everything is falling apart, when its kinda .. too late) after who knows how long of silence, knowing literally nothing about where he went or why (yet he still kept the pipis.......)---

and then how spamton says hes never gonna do that again, while understandably so and very funny in the moment, im just so .... the one time he actually does seem to try to reconnect (?) with someone he seems to have actually genuinely cared about he gets rejected like that (for also understandable reasons aaaaah) and swears to never try that again ......................................................

blaming each other for their downfall but still caring and then fumbling the one chance they get to meet again im so .............................................. fine about it.

(and not to derail but why .... why is it so easy to let Tenna disappear or die ..............?? even if you do all the nice things if you dont go to the hub after church (if thats possible, i dont ...actually know), or dont give him to mettaton, toriel throws him out and once it rains and hes outside its like the last chance to get him to safety (and most people would probably avoid going there before the church bc you are told to go home when its raining and most would then check everything else first and end up in the church at night.. skipping out on finding him outside in the rain and after that he is just gone??? (i think?)- ALSO if you dont recruit enough/are nice enough Susie says she still went back and searched for him in the dark world (i love her so much) but couldnt find him and the other NPCs refused to help out.................. the boarded up tv room in the hub??? arhj my heart man q-q .......... and when you actually break him the broken TV just stays in the room????????? at least spamton can just chill in your inventory nfjksbfshfkjnfksl)

((also also ...i found it weird you dont get to see susie help him in the dark world or the sealing of the fountain there, i know its at the end of the chapter and sth happens with Kris and the shelter but ... i think thats the only time we havent seen the actual sealing?? and then she tells you what happened if you interact with the TV instead ... i do love the highly missable dialog of her telling you she found and patched Tenna up with the help of the other NPCs if you got them all recruited though.... qwq))

(sorry these thoughts have been spiraling around sicne i woke up today and i literally could not concentrate on work at all bc i kept ... thinking about it .... either way these all all just current incoherent thoughts im throwing around........ i hope we get to see Tenna again later on, though i kind of doubt that)

[0-n-1-x]

WBC!Carl Gallagher x Rich/Northside!reader

link to my masterlist <33

Your private school requires you to do community service, and you’re assigned to help out at a youth center in the Southside. It’s far from your usual environment, and you feel a bit out of place, but you’re determined to make the best of it. You could've gone to the pet center, like the other girls your age, but you desperately needed to get out of suburbia. Carl, who occasionally visits the center for free meals or to hang out, notices you the moment you walk in. You’re clearly not from around here, and he’s instantly curious about why someone like you would be spending time in his hood. At first, Carl’s interactions with you are laced with sarcasm and teasing. He pokes fun at your clean-cut appearance and the way you seem so out of your element, but there’s no real malice behind his words— mostly curiosity. I mean remember this is still Carl, just in the body of a wanna-be gangster

You actually responded to his quips just as quickly as he spoke them, but you also spoke with interest, most of it in your appearance

I'd believe that you aren't full a nepo baby, I like to headcanon that you'd be half or part southside, having spent time there young and maybe one of your parents married rich and such

But you do know how to make your words somewhat powerful, and that intrigues Carl, in a different way than trying to scam the other kids

You’re organizing supplies in the back room of the community center, stacking boxes of canned goods for the food drive. It’s your second day volunteering here, and you’re still getting used to the place. The door creaks open, and you glance up to see the same boy from yesterday leaning against the frame, watching you with an amused smirk. “You lost or something? This isn’t exactly the country club.” he says. Crossing his arms, he saunters into the room, eyes glinting with curiosity. Without missing a beat, you straighten up, brushing the dust off your hands before replying

“I could say the same thing. You don’t look like you’re here to volunteer.”

“Nah, just checking out the new blood. It’s not every day we get someone like you around here. You sure you can handle it? This place can get a little rough.”

“I’m tougher than I look. Besides, I’m not here to play it safe.”

“Is that right? Most people like you wouldn’t last a day down here. You must really be slumming it to end up in this part of town.”

"Most people like me dont come down here, but I needed something real for once"

“Real, huh? Well, you definitely found it. But be careful—get too close, and this place might suck you in.”

“Maybe I’m counting on it. I like a challenge, I guess I’ll just have to see for myself.”

He grins, finally extending a hand "Gallagher, Carl Gallagher" You reach for his hand, “Nice to meet you, Carl. Now, are you gonna help me with these boxes, or just stand there and look all pretty?”

After a few days of volunteering, (its mostly you guys talking) he invites you out with him on a 'tour'. You visit The Alibi, his corner, and he ends the trip by taking you to his house

The Gallagher house, if you could call it that, was way different than yours. Not just in size, but in functionality, you hear 3 different people screaming talking and a baby crying with loud video games noises in the background. Luckily, when Carl takes you to the basement which of course resembles what you identify as a 'mancave' there's no one there and its mostly silent

"So.. nice family uh- ya got there?" you joke, slightly uncomfortable in the bean bag he sits you on, the pleats of your plaid skirt ruffling up and you don't miss the way his eye flicker down and the way his cheeks blush peach "Um, y-yeah, it's not always like that but it usually is"

For Carl: it's weird that he's drawn to you, southside kids are literally raised to the 'eat the rich' mindset. Especially Gallaghers, but he couldn't help but want to spill everything he knows and even what he doesn't to you. So he does, he tells you about juvie, about the dysfunctionality of Gallaghers and their shit, fuck he even tells you about Monica

You guys talk for what comes across as hours. Part of him is scared that he opened up to quickly, but surprisingly you listen, without judgement. You even mention how you find some of his life similar to yours. The feelings of being ignored, or in your case paid to go away (which Carl finds not too bad).

As you speak, he moves from his beanbag chair to yours, inching and inching closer together you eventually are a breaths away from one another. You halt your speech, all your well thought out analogies fading away as you both look between the other's eyes and lips.

Carl speaks, "is it crazy.. that I find it really hot when you talk about being rich?" you pause, a sly smile reaching upon your face as you answer "no.. is it crazy that i find it really hot when you talk about being poor?"

More silence fills the room, then Carl brings his eyes straight down to your lips. "No" he whispers, as light as humanly possible

And that's when it happens. you lean in, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the rough-and-tumble image he usually projects. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch. The kiss starting out rushed, messy, and all over the place. But it's not lustful, more childish if anything and you both have no idea what you're doing.

His hand hesitantly moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. You respond in kind, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him even closer

When you finally pull back after what feels like forever, you’re both breathless, panting as your bodies gasp for air. Carl’s thumb gently returns and strokes your cheek, his eyes searching yours for any sign of regret. But all he finds is a soft smile and the lingering warmth of the kiss you just shared.

“Damn,” he mutters, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he leans back slightly, still keeping you close. “You’ve got me all messed up, you know that?" you respond, fixing your disheveled look.

Then it hits you, that was your first kiss

and it was with Carl fucking Gallagher

[itsnesss]

Hi beautiful person

could i please request ollie bearman x gf reader where ollie had a really bad race and starts having a panic attack and walks out mid conversation with someone, either a reporter or mechanic, to find reader and its one of those really comforting moments when he gets to reader he says "i dont know what to do" when he feels like he can't breathe properly so she just hugs him until he feels better

quite angsty but i'm unfortunately a sucker for hurt/comfort fics

thank you, have a lovely week and drink enough water <33

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 | oliver bearman × fem!reader

summary | after a disastrous race, ollie is overwhelmed with panic. when you find him, he’s struggling to calm down

warnings | gf!reader, panic attack, anxiety, emotional distress, hurt/comfort, mild angst

word count | 0.9 k

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The crowd roared around the track, but everything felt distant to Ollie. The roar of the engines, the voices of the crowd, even the sound of the tires on the asphalt everything faded into a void where he felt trapped, not knowing how to get out.

The race had been a total disaster, and though he had tried to keep his composure, his body wasn’t responding the way he wanted. Nothing had gone the way he planned.

The car hadn’t performed well, the strategy had failed, and when he crossed the finish line, his heart was beating in a terrifying rhythm. His mind was clouded, and all he wanted to do was escape. Not from the team, not from the competition, but from that feeling that surrounded him, that invisible pressure suffocating him.

After getting out of the car, his legs were shaky, and a knot in his stomach wouldn’t go away. The reporters swarmed in, eager to capture every word, every gesture, every ounce of tension that was clearly in the air. He couldn’t hear anything beyond the pounding in his chest. He tried to force a smile, as always, but it wasn’t enough.

One of the reporters approached with a microphone, and her voice cut through the air as she asked him a question about the race. Ollie looked into her eyes, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, a cold sweat began to bead on his forehead. His breathing grew erratic, heavier. He felt like something invisible was pressing against him. His hands, once steady, were now trembling.

“Ollie?” the reporter’s voice snapped him out of his trance. “What do you think about the race? And the issues with the car? We were all expecting more from you.”

Each word, each question, only added more pressure. His mind fogged up even more, and without warning, the words he had prepared in his head evaporated. Instead of answering, he took a step back, confused, and muttered, “Sorry... I need a moment.”

Panic gripped him, and without looking back, he quickly walked away, ignoring the curious stares. He just wanted to escape that pressure, that knot in his stomach, that feeling that made him feel so small and vulnerable.

His body moved automatically, without a clear destination. He just knew he needed to find her. He needed to find you. The one person who always calmed him, the one person who, somehow, could help him breathe again.

Time seems to stand still when you hug him. His tremors start to subside a little, but his breathing is still erratic, uneven, as if every breath is a battle in itself. You feel him cling to you with a silent strength, as if he’s trying to anchor himself to something, to someone, so he doesn’t lose himself in his own inner chaos.

You feel him close, much closer than you expected, as if Ollie’s vulnerability becomes tangible in every inch of his skin. The uncertainty surrounds him, but in that moment, you are his only constant. The rest of the world seems to fade away as you hold him, and while you know you can’t fix everything in one go, you cling to the hope that your presence is all he needs right now.

“Shh, it’s okay,” you repeat, gently caressing his back, feeling his shoulders slowly relax. “It’s all okay. Just breathe with me.”

You feel him try to follow your lead, to match your rhythm, but it’s not easy. Panic is still gripping him tight. His chest rises and falls frantically, and you realize he needs you to calm him down. Patience. Time. Above all, calm.

“Sorry...” he whispers, his voice cracked. “I... don’t know what’s happening to me. I can’t... breathe properly.”

When you hear his words, you flinch, but you don’t let him go. You know what he needs: calm. Patience. And, most of all, time.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for anything,” you say softly. “You’re okay, Ollie. Just keep breathing. Slowly.”

You feel how, little by little, his breathing begins to stabilize, as if your calmness is seeping into him. A long, shaky sigh escapes his lips, and you know he’s starting to calm down. A small comfort in the midst of the chaos he just experienced.

At some point, Ollie lifts his head, his eyes still glassy, but something in his gaze has changed. It’s no longer just fear. Now, there’s a tiny spark of gratitude, as if he’s beginning to understand that he doesn’t have to face it all alone.

“Thank you,” he says softly, his voice still hoarse. “I swear, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Your fingers brush his cheek gently, wiping away the beads of sweat still clinging to his face. “You don’t have to do it alone. I’m here, whenever you need me.”

You look into his eyes directly, without needing any more words. You know there’s no need to say anything else. There are no grand gestures necessary, because in these moments of shared silence, in the simple contact, everything is already said.

You stay there, holding him, without rushing, without hurry. And although the fear never completely disappears, in his embrace, you find a mutual refuge, a truce in the middle of the storm.

[callme-holly]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝! 𝐬/𝐨

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - i've had a few requests similar to this so here ya go !! as a performer i love this icl

DARREL CURTIS - 

Darry is incredibly supportive with your interests

If you need help rehearsing your lines, he will sit down with you once his brothers have gone to bed and read through them 

I love the idea that Darry can dance (totally not bc of dirty dancing) so if you need to go through a choreography, he’s the person to help you

He loves it when you sing sm

If he hears you, he just smiles fondly and shakes his head but he’ll never bring it up to you

He’ll try to go every single one of your shows/productions 

If he can’t make it because of work, he’ll make someone else go and will always be there to pick you up afterwards 

SODAPOP CURTIS - 

Soda would adore the fact that you’re an actor/actress

He thinks it’s so cool and he will brag about it to anyone who listens

He’ll try his hardest to help you memorise your lines, but he doesn’t have the patience to sit there and wait for you to go through an entire script

He loves it when you sing

Whether its in the kitchen, in the shower, in the car, you name it, he loves it

Y’all will do duets together in his car

Dancing together in the kitchen

Soda will go to all of your shows and will get front row tickets every time 

Plus he cheers the loudest for you !!

PONYBOY CURTIS - 

I think Pony would be super interested if you’re an actor/actress

We all know how much he loves his movies and books, and I cant see him being any different when it comes to plays

He’ll help you will your lines, and he’ll help you interpret different scenes (he just sees things differently)

When it comes to dancing however… maybe he isn’t the best person to go to

He’ll sit and watch you practise for ages and will give feedback when needed

He loves that you can sing so much and will always give you little compliments about your voice

He always tells you that he’ll be watching you at the drive-in, on the screen, one day

He might try and get involved in some of the high school productions, but only if you’re part of them

If not, he’ll always be watching you from the crowd and he’ll be super proud of you !!

JOHNNY CADE - 

Johnny is so incredibly supportive of you omg

He loves everything you do and thinks it’s so cool

When it comes to helping you learn your lines, he is super patience and will prompt you when needed

He could sit for hours and just read your script without complaint 

He adores watching you dance

Unlike Soda, he won’t join in – he’s more than happy to stay at a reasonable distant and cheer you on from afar

When it comes to your singing, he could just listen to you for ages and he encourages you to sing around him all the time

He finds it comforting in a way

He will come to your rehearsals if you want him to and he always feels so at ease watching you (anything to stop him going home ig)

At yours shows, he will always be somewhere in crowd, and will tend to drag Pony along with him

He’ll be watching you the entire time

DALLAS WINSTON - 

Dallas doesn’t see the appeal in theatre

He’s never really cared for shows and performances until he learnt about your interests

Just because you like, doesn’t mean he’s going to change his views, but he might not be quite so harsh about it

He won’t help you with your lines – if he does, you’re probably better off practising alone anyway bc he’ll purposefully try to mess you up

“It’s all part of the acting process, babe. Trust me.” (dont trust him)

He does however like to watch you dance

His eyes will be fixed on your the whole time and he thinks your so hot 

He is the type to get jealous if you have an on-stage love interest

Dally is not afraid to brag about you – everyone knows that Dallas Winston’s partner is a performer. Its common knowledge

He will tease you for your singing, but he secretly thinks its crazy good

He’d never say that to you though

Now when your shows and performances roll around, he probably wouldn’t go to every single one

He might linger in the back for a bit, but he’ll probably end up leaving during the interval and waiting outside for you 

He does support you though; he just doens’t see the appeal of “prancing around a stage”

STEVE RANDLE - 

Steve is your number 1 fan and I mean it

He’s crazy about the idea of you being a performer and will always be there to big you up and support you

He’ll try his best to help you with your lines. He might not be the greatest at it, but at least he tries

He shows you off to everyone and will chew people’s ear off about you

“That’s cool, but did you know my partner is an actor/actress” 

He never shuts up

He will always try and dance with you, but this guy has to left feet

Your choreography ends up turning into a mess of twirls and loud laughter

Uses you as he personal jukebox 

He loves it when you sing so much and will make song requests

Sometimes he joins in, but he never sounds very good bless him :(

Goes to every single one of your performances and shows

Always tries his best to get front row seats so he can cheer you on 

You will always see him grinning at you in the crowd like this boys is smiling so big when he sees you on stage

TWO-BIT MATHEWS - 

If you thought Steve was you biggest fan… You were wrong

Two thinks you’re the best and he will say that

You’re better than every other actor, singer, dancer he’s ever heard of by a mile

If you two are watching a show or movie together, he’ll lean over and whisper: “sure, they’re great… but compared to you, they’re nothin’, babe.” 

He’s actually suprisingly good when it comes to helping with your lines – he’s got that theatrical energy about him

LOVES your dancing and never hesitates to join in

Teach him the choreography please and he will practise with you

Probably got kicked out of your rehearsals for shouting praise at you LMAO 

Always compliments your singing like he loves it

Sometimes he’ll put the radio on just to hear you sing

Two-bit always cheers the loudest at your shows like you know those really obnoxious people who clap loud and whistle? Yeah. Thats him.

At the end, he’ll run over to you and spin you around, gushing about how great you were

He loves everything about you I swear

[thewertsearch]

TG: then the cage bunny came TG: he gave us the bomb

Just about. It was very much touch-and-go for a minute there.

Liv really is proving to be the MVP of this session's endgame. Mad props to whoever programmed her AI, whether it was the Pen-Pal, his arm-twister, or some fourth party.

Come to think of it, the mystery surrounding her origin means that we don't really know where Liv's true allegiances lie. She's been helpful so far, but we should probably keep a close eye on her, going forward.

TG: we were talking about who should go TT: Do you remember what we decided? […] TG: wasnt i going to go TG: is that what happened did i go and now im dead TT: Not quite.

Oh, god, hang on a second.

I've just realized what Rose is actually doing here. She isn't just planning to leave with the Tumor - she's already gone, and she's stalling Dave's dream projection so he doesn't try and bring her back.

And to think I called her sinister for this. Rose, I am genuinely sorry.

TT: Do you remember anything else? […] TT: What about why you went to fight Jack? […] TG: yeah i saw my future self fighting him so obviously that had to happen or else id be dead anyway TG: without even getting the satisfaction of standing up to him TT: So was your decision a result of desire or obligation?

Excellent question.

Dave's wanted to take the fight to Jack for a while - and I don't think it was just because AR was whispering in his ear. The guy's spent a long time feeling like a sidekick, and I believe there's a part of him who wants to prove otherwise - to do 'what heroes should be doing'.

I mean, he just said it himself, didn't he? Dave thinks that fighting Jack would be satisfying.

So yes, I think a part of him did desire this fight - and if my 'responsive timeline' theory is correct, then his desire influenced how the Alpha timeline evolved, causing his fight with Jack to be set in stone. I'm sure he had second thoughts, once he saw how it was going to end - but by then, it was too late to back out.

In short: I think Dave's decision was originally a result of desire, but it became obligation.

TG: hard to explain TG: with all the time shit going on TG: i dont try to understand your light shit do i TT: I don't know much about the Light Shit, to be honest. TT: I may have missed my chance to figure it out.

Spoken like a girl who thinks she’s about to die.

[shun-nie]

Hii!! If you dont mind writing something dark. Can you write satosugu with reader who often gone because she is sort of depressive and just want to run away. Reader is cool and collected in outside but never really expressed anything about herself. Thank youu in advanced

SatoSugu x reader

->You're a grade 1 sorcerer, and literally bestfriends with everyone. The problem is, you never smile. Nah, that's not your thing. But you can understand everyone, and look from their perspective before comforting them. You're a close friend of theirs, but how come they don't know anything about you??

Warnings!!!! Dark themes, gn!reader, mentions of suicide and death, swearing!!!!

"Man, where is Y/N? It gets boring when they're not around." Satoru sighed and pouted, not liking the silence in the room.

"That's for you to ask and nobody to know." Shoko replied with a bored tone, she was used to you disappearing out of nowhere. Now, don't get her wrong. She is worried about you, and she actually tried to search for you one time, but couldn't find you even if she was looked around for 3 hours.

Suguru was looking at the floor with an unreadable expression, the trio was just sitting around and doing nothing other than joking around with eachother. But Suguru felt off, one month ago, as everyone was hanging out together, Haibara said he never saw you smile. You just shrugged and told them "There's nothin' funny.", then Satoru and Haibara teamed up to make you smile, making dumb expressions and making Nanami sigh out of disappointment. ((It didn't make you smile at all.))

Suguru started to notice; how you would look out of window deep in thought, how you would disappear after the missions, how you would stare with an unreadable gaze when Suguru and Satoru laughed at their own jokes. Suguru opened up about this to Satoru, and he said he saw you sitting with your head down with fists clenched once. Now, Suguru was a smart man, he could connect the dots but he couldn't understand you. Not when he doesn't even know when your birthday is—

Wait.

"Do you guys know Y/N's birthday?" Suguru suddenly asked, Satoru and Shoko shared a look before opening their mouths to reply—

Wait, did you ever mentioned your birth date?

"...I..don't.." Shoko felt ashamed, beacuse you knew everything about her. How she liked her coffee, which foods she prefered, the clothes she liked to wear, the movies she liked to watch..and she doesn't even know your birthday? Satoru was wearing a similar expression, he actually opened up to you about his problems. How everyone was expecting him to be the best, how he felt too much pressure on his shoulders, how people didn't see him as Satoru but as Gojo. You comforted him, you put yourself in his place and both of you talked shit about higher-ups for the next hours. Then you turned to him and said :

"People sucks, the only thing they know is how to talk. You could feel like you're the only one and nobody is there for you, but you're not alone Satoru."

Oh how great he felt after you said those words, he noticed you were actually very good at empathizing. Probably the only thing he knows about you besides your name and age.

"I can't believe after all these years, the only thing we know about them is that their name and age." Satoru said, looking at the ceiling. Suguru sighed and texted you for the 28th time, you didn't respond, you never did.

"I think we need to confront them about it, maybe there is something going on that they can't bring themselfs to tell us." Suguru said, looking up from his phone to see his friends. Shoko sighed and shook her head.

"Maybe If you two are the ones confront them, I think they're closer to the both of you than us." Shoko said, lighting up a cigarette. Suguru and Satoru shared a look before nodding, they were going to talk about this when they had the chance.

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"Where were you yesterday? We called you like, 40 times?" Satoru frowned, slightly glaring at you as he poked your cheek. Suguru nodded, wanting to hear your excuse too.

"My phone was on silent, I didn't really notice it." you said, clearly avoiding the real question. They both frowned, the three of you were sitting at a table, eating some snacks that you paid for. You came back after disappearing for 10 hours and they took the chance to talk about your problems, but there was an issue, you refused to tell them anything about yourself.

"And? Where were you when you were not at school? We even searched for you." Suguru said, watching as you sighed and took a sip of your cold water. You were clearly thinking of a way out of here.

"Does it really matter? Why are you asking me questions anyway, I thought this was a date and not an interrogation." you said, trying to cover yourself with a flirty sentence. To your surprise, it didn't work this time.

"Tell us the truth or I'm really going to use my cursed technique on your liar ass." Satoru said and rolled his eyes, you never saw him this serious. Ugh, these questions are really overwhelming you.

"..."

"Why the fuck do you want to know about me? It's really starting to get annoying."

They both stared at you with a 'don't give us that shit right now' stare, you groaned and looked at the ceiling. Thinking if you really should tell them, you really don't like to talk about yourself, and about your own problems? Ah, hell no. You don't want to open up to anyone until the day you die.

"After I use my cursed technique, well, it hurts me both physically and mentally I guess. I don't want to show that side of me to you guys so I just...hide. Where I go is none of your business." Their eyes widened, so that's why you always disappear after missions? Suguru was in deep thought, so that's why you didn't want to fight curses if not necessary. And why you always had a painkiller in your pocket. This was bad, why didn't they notice you were hurting? Were they that blind?

"Then why are you a jujutsu sorcerer you dumb fuck? You—You're an important friend to everyone in that damned place! What if you die beacuse of it, huh?!" Satoru shouted, he really wanted to punch you in the face so you would realize that—

"Do I look like I wanna continue living?" you asked, looking away from them. Fuck, you were not supposed to say that. Now they'll blame themselves beacuse they didn't notice it earlier or some shit like that.((they were actually blaming themselves))

"..."

There was a silence at the table for the next 2 minutes, both Suguru and Satoru looking at you with shock. Suguru wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. How could they help you in any way? You clearly didn't want to talk about it any more than it is. Satoru was having a hard time understanding what you meant, you always pushed people to not give up and talk about their problems beacuse 'It would hurt more if you bottled it up.'((your words, not his.)) So how come you made them fight for their life when you already gave up your own? Why did you lie?

"Idiot. You're a total idiot." Satoru said quietly then raised his hand and smacked your head, you were actually surprised, just as you raised your head to tell him to fuck off Suguru smacked your head too.

"What the-"

"And you still have the audacity to face us? Shit head." Satoru rolled his eyes and hugged you, his hold on you very tight. Suguru held your hand and squeezed it to give you comfort.

"You were there anytime we needed you, so let us do the same alright?" Suguru said as Satoru let go of you, you noticed his eyes were a bit teary. Suguru was smiling but you could tell he was sad you didn't told them anything. What was this? Were you actually feeling loved? Nah, that was not your thing. Then what was this warm feeling in your chest? Damn it, why did you felt like crying?

To both Suguru and Satoru's surprise, you laughed. You had a nice laugh, they thought.

"You both are—really making me feel fuzzy and soft." You smiled and hugged them both, Suguru chuckled and hugged you back as Satoru felt nice you ruffled his hair while you hugged him.

Everything was good for now.

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((I'M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO POST😭😭😭))

[sugurufic]

Two best friends in a room... (Gojo x F!Reader)

Summary: You and Gojo are stuck with each other one evening and Gojo decides to make a tiktok. You've got your own devious plan in your head.

Word Count: 1k

Content: fluff, Its a bit different from the other trends i've written… gojo tries this one on you instead, reader mentions she is bad at biology but likes math (self insert).

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“Satoru, why do you only have sweets for snacks?” you complain, plopping down on his bed. “Don’t you ever crave something salty or sour or spicy?”

“Hey! Stop whining about my sweets in my dorm!” He pouts, half sitting up. “You should’ve gotten your own snacks instead.”

“Suguru and Shoko aren’t here yet,” You say, taking out your phone to text in the groupchat. “I’ll ask them to bring me something other than sweet.”

“Oh, Suguru is busy - Yaga sent him on a mission at the last moment.” Gojo complains. “Shoko is busy preparing for her med school entrance exam.”

“Oh, right! I had totally forgotten about that,” you say, thinking about Shoko. She didn’t really need to prepare this hard, but you figured she did it because she enjoys studying about the human body. She has the brains to do it, you dont - having always been more inclined toward maths than biology. “Shoko’s stronger than me because I had already given up on biology back in middle school.”

“That is good because you make an excellent sorcerer.” Gojo says, somehow the teasing is missing in his words. “People would have died if you became a doctor.” There he is.

“Oi! I wasn’t that bad.” You defend yourself.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he shrugs.

“What do you want to do then, Satoru?” You ask.

“Let’s make a tiktok!” He sits up straight, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “I have been wanting to do this for ages,”

“What?” you ask, not recalling any trend that you have come across recently. But that might be because you don’t use tiktok (A/N: not a lie, but i use ig reels so it's the same)

“It will be funnier if you don’t know,” the white haired man grins, looking at you from over his sunglasses. His bright blue eyes sparkle with mischief - which you’d have found adorable if you weren’t the target of his joke.

He sets his phone up, floating it in the air above the bed with his limitless. The mischief is not gone from his eyes, and he has ditched the glasses for now. You rarely get the chance to admire his pretty blue eyes - it’s for your own good, you think. His eyes are captivating.

The audio starts to play, and Satoru says the words with it, “two best friends in a room…” you recognize the audio, but force yourself to not give it away, a devious plan forming in your head on seeing his annoyingly endearing smirk. “...they might kiss,” he finishes, and you give him a shy smile, keeping up the innocent act.

“Yes we will,” you say with the audio, still keeping that innocent act with puppy eyes looking right into his pretty blue eyes.

“What?” the what he says times up with the audio, but the shock on his face is genuine.

“I said, yes we will,” you finally give up the innocent act and smirk, loving the red-faced Satoru, who looks like he is about to explode. You turn towards him, on your hands and knees as you lean into his space and he seems to be running on autopilot and leaning towards you, the red flush never leaving his face. The audio continues to play promiscuous girl, but you don’t pay much mind to it.

Just as your lips are about to touch, you look at Gojo - his pretty eyes closed and lips open expectantly, and you almost feel bad for what you are about to do to him. Keyword being almost. You have gotten a once in a lifetime opportunity to get the ultimate teasing rights over him - with the proof being recorded, and no matter how much you want to kiss him too, you steel your nerves to not laugh, and blow air into his ear instead. 

Your warm exhale into his pink ears has your best friend shivering with a shrill squeal, and the phone drops to the bed, still recording as Gojo loses all his focus.

“What the hell was that?!” He screams, voice still higher pitched.

“I was having a bit of fun,” you say, biting your lip to stop the laughter. “But you looked like you actually wanted to kiss me?”

“So what if I did?” He gets defensive and pouty. “You’re pretty and I like to hang out with you.”

“Is that so?” you tease, feeling warmth creep up your face. “Go on then,” you say, knowing well enough that you will regret this later, but you can’t not do it. “I’ll let you kiss me,”

If Satoru was blushing then, his blood vessels looked ready to combust when you said those words in that challenging tone. He was all but compliant, leaning towards you when you took charge and grabbed the collar of his white shirt, pushing yourself to him, your knees on the outside of his thighs and your lips pressed against his. His large hands fly to your hips, holding on to them as if his life depends on it and parting his lips eagerly to welcome your tongue.

Your heart thunders in your ears, disbelief at the fact that you are kissing your best friend, your very attractive best friend that people would give anything to get a chance with. One of you hands leaves his collar and rests against his warm cheek, caressing it gently as the kiss turns into a full make out session with you sitting on his lap and his hand reaching down to your ass.

When you separate, both of you are panting, heavy lidded eyes looking into one another, and Gojo finally breaks the silence with a breathy admission, “I don’t think I can ever stop wanting to kiss your sweet mouth, princess.”

“Then don’t stop,” you whisper back, resting your forehead on his.

“Be my girlfriend,” he asks.

“Be my boyfriend,” you say.

“Hey girlfriend,” he tests.

“Hey boyfriend,” you tease.

“Let's go on a date, girlfriend.” Gojo suggests. “I’ll let you have something other than sweet, babe.”

You giggle and nod, before taking his phone and sending the tiktok to yourself. Boyfriend or not, you can never pass up the opportunity to get blackmail material against him. He is an annoyance, but he is your annoyance now.

A/N: man i love bottom-coded gojo with my whole heart. also first time writing gojo i hope you like it &lt;3

[itsss4t4n]

I want to play with Percy’s hair until he forgets the weight of the world 😭😭😭 my man fr (fem!reader)

Peace - Percy Jackson x fem!reader

warning: established relationship,percy is a spiderman fan

a/n: I LOVE PERCY SO MUCH OMG! That man deserves some peace istg.

It was the end of July. A few days before the summer session of camp ended and Percy would go back to school while you stayed at camp.

You had had a rather uneventful summer for once and just enjoyed being together, which is why you were now sitting at the beach, his head in your lap. Annabeth and Grover had left about 30 minutes ago, leaving the two of you to watch the sunset by yourself.

Percy had been rather quiet for the last 10 minutes when you decided to ask him about it.

"Hey Perce?"  He hummed in reply not taking his eyes of the waves infront of you.

"You're being uncharacteristicly quiet. Whats going on in that pretty head of yours?"

He finally shifted his eyes from the water up to your face. His brows slightly furrowed in worry and anxiety.

"Dont you think this summer was way to quiet?" You looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

He reached his Hand up to grab yours, that was resting on your knee next to his head, and intertwined is fingers with yours. 

"Just... since i first came to camp i've not had a single year that we didnt have to, essentially, save the world. This just doesnt feel right. I just keep thinking that something is gonna happen."

Your face softens in understanding. Smiling, you reach your other hand down to his hair, softly running you fingers through the black strands, slightly scratching his scalp with your nails.

"I know what you mean. This is really the first year we've had actual peace. But i think we should take advantage of that. Who knows when we'll get this again. Worrying wont do us any good. We should relax while we can. If something does happen, well take care of it when the time comes. Like we always do. Try to relax Darling." 

He hummed again, sighing at the feeling of your hands in his hair. He had always loved when you did that. It wasnt unusual for him to ask you to do it when he was stressed or anxious. It calmed him down more than anything else.

You smile softly, before leaning down to press a soft, upside down kiss to his lips. Percy grinned when you pulled back. 

"Really? The spiderman kiss?" You rolled your eyes playfully. Percy loved spiderman and you had watched his favorite one just a few days ago. "Oh shush."

Chuckling to himself he relaxed back against your legs closing his eyes as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. Your other hand, still holding Percys, was laying against his chest now, right over his heart.

You looked down at him, his bbody and face starting to look more relaxed by the second, smiling to yourself. Your hand tracing over his nose, starting from the tip, smoothing over the worried crease between his eyebrows, up to his forehead before slipping into his hair again. 

Hair that now, in the almost gone sunlight, shimmered with a slight purplish tint. The normal blue undertone of his black hair mixing with the red light from the sinking sun. It looked good.

At this point percy started to drift of to a state between awake and asleep, finally looking relaxed and you shifted you eyes up to the calm water of the long island sound, glowing orange, the sun almost fully gone now. You smiled to yourself thinking of how far youve come and how lucky you were to be here. With your boyfriend and your two best friends. 

You squeezed percys hand with yours, feeling him squeeze back despite not being fully awake.

You were glad that you could make him relax like this. His worry melting away this easily. You felt honoured to be that person for him. 

"I love you Percy" You mumbled no expecting the half asleep waterboy in your lap to even hear you.

Despite that he mumbled back in a daze. "I love you too Sweetheart"

You really were lucky.

[rav1377]

Picnic Blanket

Cowboy!John Price x fem!reader Ranch AU

tw:SMUT! FINALLY WERE HERE. more story stuff, outdoor sex, piv, READERS FIRST TIME, unprotected sex, creampie, allusion to piss kink, sweet stuff, pa is getting sicker :(, slight panic attack, INTRO OF SIMON, etc etc, Simon is slightly younger than John and is a young trucker which isn’t realistic but I DONT CARE ITS MY FIC., etc etc

the days blurred together. a month had passed since John had gotten here, and your burden was significantly lighter. the sun seemed to set quicker and the wind blow faster when he was near you. your pa had picked up on what happened between y’all pretty soon, huffing out “you hurt her and i’ll shoot you through that fat skull of yours.” before clapping him on the shoulder. calfing season was right around the corner though, and you were panicking. John reclined in bed, stretched out as you paced the floor of your room. “we could always hire out another hand.” John offers.

y’all simply needed more hands this year, especially with your pa out of the mix. still you thought you and John could get it done alone. you shake your head and peel off your sweaty shirt, throwing it into the laundry basket. “John even if we tried to hire more help, even if we needed them, which we don’t, we couldn’t pay them! not adequately anyhow.” you say, panic creeping in. chest heaving in quick breaths, you collapse in the chair by your desk and place your head in your hands. that feeling that you’re not good enough is creeping back in. tears well in your eyes as you start to gasp for air. John’s quick to sit up at that, coming to your side. he holds your shoulders before making you look at him. “one.” he says, stroking your hands with his fingers. your red eyes gaze helplessly at him, but you try to take a deep breath, it comes out weak and shaky. “two.” you say back to him. “three.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your left hand, right over your ring finger. “i know someone who’d help. he’d work for cheap. or like me, for a place to stay.” he says, but the scared look remains in your eyes. “i don’t know. maybe we could do it ourselves.” you say, trying to get out of needing to rely on others. John shakes his head. “you and i both know that we can’t.” he says. your head lowers and you nod slightly. “who?” you whisper. “old friend from when i left the trucking business. he’d been 17, trained under me. he’s a good worker though, doesn’t know when to quit.” John says. “his name’s Simon Riley.”

Simon was having a no good, terrible, awful bad day. the company he was (still) trucking for double scheduled him, leading to a large conflict. one of the customers canceled as he was mid drive, the other just plain rude and stupid. the company had really just gone to shit once John left. he was finally back at the home company base though, hopefully getting a break for a week. Simon felt a lot older than his ripe 19 years of age. wet behind the ears, baby face and fat still present everywhere. his skull balaclava hid the scars from his childhood, and combine that with his tall form, you’d never doubt that he was a grown man, not some hormonal teenager. so Simon walked into the locker room, yanked out his bag, and stormed out to his truck, roughly throwing his bag in the seat next to him before tearing out of the parking lot. his small apartment was cold and empty, no one waiting for him. he sighed and yanked off his mask before pulling out a beer. sure the drinking age had been changed when he was born, but in backwater towns up north he could pretty much intimidate his way through the check without a id, especially with his appearance. the phone rings from the counter and he picks it up, staying silent. “Simon?” a calm voice rings out on the other end. “John?” he asks back, placing down his drink. “hey Simon, how are ya?” John’s drawl drips through the receiver and Simon feels comforted by the tone. John always had a way of calming the people around him. “alright. and you?” he responds, staring blankly into the counter. “ah, been better. well the reason i was calling is to see if you were still interested in some other work?” John asks, tone becoming hopeful. Simon hums in affirmation. “i am. you hiring?” he replies. John’s turn to hum. “couldn’t pay a whole lot but you’ll get a warm place to sleep and three meals a day.” he explains. Simon’s eyes flit around the room, as if looking for some reason to stay. he can’t find any. “where you need me?” he asks. “Texas.” John says.

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a beaten black truck rumbles down the dirt road to the main house and you call for John who’s trying to fix the upstair pipes. your pa’s in town at the diner, eating his weekly meal with his buddies. John comes down the stairs just as a heavy knock lands on the front door. answering, you think you’ve seen the largest man you’ve ever met. he’s gotta be almost 6’4, large frame taking up the door. you smile and welcome him in though, watching as John pulls him into a hug, gripping his shoulder. “this your missus?” Simon asks, turning to you. you blush and look down. “no. this is your employer.”John corrects, smiling. Simon’s over you in an instant, offering his hand and letting you introduce yourself. it’s not long before the three of you are talking in the living room about the new arrangement. “well i’m sure John’s told you, but we can’t pay much.” Simon nods. “I don’t need a lot of money. I get a place to stay though?” he asks. “yes. I’ve got a bedroom set up for you upstairs.” you reply, smoothing your pink dress over your knees. “then im your man.” Simon says. you nod. “ever done ranch work before?” Simon shakes his head. “none. but I learn quick.” he says. John nods at that. “he’ll be a hard worker once we teach him.” John says, looking at you. sighing, you rise from the seat and hold your hand out to him. “it’s a deal.” and just like that, in a single handshake, Simon Riley seals his fate.

your pa’s over the moon you’re hiring more hands for work and you don’t have to pay them, just keep them fed. he was a little miffed you didn’t include him though, but he approves of Simon, even if he isn’t from around here. “long as you learn our ways, kid.” he says, walking to the living room to switch on the TV. Simon’s face is red under his mask, a little embarrassed at the ordeal. John cleans the dishes tonight and you bring Simon up to his (John’s) room. the bed had been freshly made and everything bare for him, what few possessions Simon had in a backpack. “well, I’ll let you get settled. make yourself at home, Simon. welcome to Clearwater Ranch.” you say, smiling up at him. he nods and his mind is blank. he left his work, quit his job, and came to Texas to work on a ranch for nothing. well not for nothing. three hot meals a day and a soft bed to come home to was not nothing. as Simon shut the door and pulled off his mask, staring himself in the mirror, he’d finally got the feeling that maybe someone here would give him purpose.

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Simon’s fitting in well, doing great with the cows. he took to Charles well, riding the horse like he was made to. Charles wasn’t very temperamental either, allowing himself to be guided when Simon could and guiding Simon when he couldn’t. the new man was to work in the Dawn pasture for the day, checking the cows and pasture for anything out of the ordinary before checking the bulls by the lake. so you and John were taking the day off, going on a little date. it was lunchtime, sun high in the sky. John pulled an old beat up quilt everyone used as a picnic blanket as you put together sandwiches and strawberries in a wicker basket you normally saved for fruit picking. the two of you walked hand in hand out the house, walking to a isolated field that had a large oak tree hanging over it, draping it in a cool breeze. you laughed as John laid out the blanket, struggling to keep it flat in the wind. the man huffed and sat down, pulling you with him. he chuckles and pulls off his hat, placing it in the grass with yours with it. wiggling your toes out of your boots, you quickly discard them with your hat and John follows suit. the lunch is calm, cicadas calling in the distance, wind blowing gently across the fields. your fingers drip with strawberry juice and John is quick to lick away the juice that dribbles down your chin. when you finish, he lays on his back, pulling you into his side.

leaning up, you start to kiss his jaw, hand raking up to his hair while the other dances down to his belt. his lips part and he pulls away. “woah now. we don’t have to do that.” he whispers and you smile. “I want to.” you say, kissing his cheek reassuringly. his hands push up your dress and tease your panties down your legs and off your legs, thrown to the side. John flips you so you’re on your back, knees pressed together as he kisses you.your hands find his neck and you hold him. gasping when his knee pushes in between your thighs, he pulls away, checking your face. “you okay?” he asks and you nod. you can feel your face flush as you look anywhere but his face. “‘m a virgin.” you murmur. his lips part and he’s frozen. “you sure? you don’t have to do this. we don’t have to do this here.” he repeats and you shake your head. “I want to!” you exclaim. “just…be gentle…” you say, kissing his cheek. “darling we don’t have to do this here. we could go back to the house where it’s comfortable.” he offers, pulling away but you yank him down by his button up. “I am comfortable out here. no one will see or hear us.” you say, fingers inching downward.

truth be told, you’re scared outta your mind. never done this before, and you’re doing it in a field. but what has you scared is the actual act. you’ve heard it’s painful but supposed to feel good? unsure and hesitant, your fingers shake as they undo each button on John’s shirt. he noticed though, and pulls your hands away to finish it himself. he’s kissing your chest, undoing the ties for your dress on the shoulders, helping you get it off so you’re bare. his eyes flit down and he lays down so his face is even with your cunt. blushing, you play with his hair in your right hand. “i’m sorry i didn’t shave or anything…didn’t know this was going to happen…” you groan, trying to close your legs but his large biceps hold your thighs down. “even better like this, sweet thing, absolutely perfect.” and he grins before diving in, nose pressing upward on your clit. you moan and gasp, unused to the feeling. sure you’d touched yourself before, but it’d never been anything too crazy, and you’d only fit one finger in before it started to hurt a little too much. his tongue teased around your hole while a hand came to rub your thigh soothingly, the other to rub circles on your clit. finally, his warm muscle pushed into you, causing you to gasp. it was all so foreign and new, you weren’t sure how to act. it feel so different when someone else did it. you did like how his tongue rubbed against your walls just right though, and you tried to strangle the noises that were in your throat. suddenly he pulled away and you mewled. “don’t stop those little noises. wanna hear ‘em.” he whispers, pulling away to kiss your lips. he tastes like you, bitter with a sweet undertone. like something you’d savor, keeping it on your tongue. he moves back down your body, right where you’re waiting for him. it felt so different, like anything you’ve ever felt. once he got you properly slicked up, he pulled his tongue out and moved the hand on your clit to tease your entrance. “okay if i use my fingers?” he asks softly, haunched on his knees. you nod slowly. “be so gentle with you sweet girl.” he says, spreading saliva and slick around you before pressing his middle finger in. it doesn’t exactly hurt, his finger slips in easily, aided by all the wetness. just odd to feel something pressed against all of you like that. your mouth opens and your hips lift up voluntarily, John’s finger slipping in more. he merely smiles and lays a hand on your hip to help support you. when he’s finally pushed into all the way you let out a breathy sigh, and he moves his finger up, hitting a spongy spot in you. you moan and immediately your hand slaps over your mouth. John chuckles and leans to kiss your cheek. “it’s okay.” he assures you. “‘m gonna start moving now, tell me if you don’t like it.” he says, and his motions continue, pressing against that spot each time, causing you to squirm in his grasp. his thumb is flush with your clit and his rubs slow circles, relaxing you into the blanket.

he continues like that for minutes, the sound of your strangled groans the only noise in the air. “John.” you say. his eyes don’t move from where his finger rubs inside you. “John.” you whine, tone higher. something feels off. this weird pit in your stomach, building up. when you’d done this before, you’d only really gotten off by rubbing your clit, but John’s finger, inside you, felt completely different. like you had too many drinks and needed to piss. a full feeling that completely got your worked up, but you were scared of it. it didn’t feel right. he finally looks up and stops his movements completely, and your neck is slick with sweat as you pant. “you okay?” he asks. sounds like he’ll be asking that all night. you nod shakily. “felt weird.” you whisper, hand covering your face. John furrows his eyebrows. “weird how?” he asks, resting his bare chest against yours. “I-i don’t know. felt like i needed to pee or something I don’t know! i know it’s not supposed to be like that, I’ve done it before! I’m so sorry something’s wrong with me I can’t-mph!” a heavy hand silences your words, and your eyes widen. “have-. have you ever actually cummed from just your fingers? inside you i mean?” John asks, face searching yours. he doesn’t mean to embarrass you or make you feel bad for anything, just wanting to make sure you’re comfortable. you shake your head and tears fill your eyes. “no. im sorry.” you murmur, trying to rise from under his grasp. “I’ll just go back to the house. know it’s weird being with a virgin.” you say, moving to get up and grab your dress. John yanks you down though and pins you on your back. “when did i say I didn’t want to be with you?” he says, kissing your lips softly. “I just wanted to know. ‘m about ninety percent sure you just need to come, that’s what you’re feelin’. and hey, if you do piss I won’t complain either.” you blush rapidly and his large hand traces down your torso to your stomach, resting over where your uterus would be. “ye feel it here?” he asks, tapping the skin. face flushed, you nod and squeeze your eyes shut. “alright well. we can go again if you want. if you don’t like it, tell me to stop.” he whispers, right hand drifting down again. “two okay this time?” he asks, petting your soft hair with his left. he’s keeping his face close to you now, making sure you’re comfortable.

you slowly nod and relax when he presses kisses to your neck, feeling his middle and ring finger intrude. you mewl at the stretch, and it hurts. “i know, I know. it’ll hurt but you just needa get used to it.” he says and you nod, walls clenching on his fingers. he finally pushes in and squirming, you try to get comfortable. his fingers finally start moving again, brushing that spongy spot in you, causing a groan to leave your lips. his thumb comes to brush your clit slowly, in tune with his fingers. you’re panting, hot breaths living your mouth with each push of his fingers. that coil in you builds up again and your eyebrows furrow. you moan out his name and he comes to your lips, humming. he doesn’t stop this time, and your right hand grapples for his arm. his left hand quickly comes down to hold your own and you sigh against his lips. that’s when his movements pick up and you gasp, bucking your hips. “John!” you yelp, feeling like everything’s gonna come crashing down. “think your close?” he growls, fingers harsher now and you nod rapidly, crying out. “cmon you can do it doll. it’ll be okay, just let go, I’ve got you.” he says and his thumb rubs fast circles over your clit, and you gasp, feeling that coil break. you moan loudly and feel yourself clench on his fingers, causing him to groan at the feeling. he’s kissing your neck and cheek, praising how good you did as he pulls out. you’re a mess, panting and sweaty, while he looks like composure itself. “okay?” he whispers and you nod. “okay.” you reply, clenching your fingers around his. your left hand traces his shoulder, the brown hair that grows thick on his chest. “John.” you whisper, looking him in the eyes. “please. need you.” your voice is low and he sits up to straddle your thighs, knee on either side.

“i’m yours.” he says, and you take the hint. your deft fingers make quick work of his belt buckle before unzipping his jeans. they falter as they dip under the waistband of his boxers, but his hands grip yours, reassuring you. “i got it sweet girl.” he murmurs, pulling himself out. he already looks painfully hard, red mushroom tip leaking with a substance already. your face flushes even more than you thought it could and your fingers twitch, dancing to where his hand grips his base. his own face grows red as his eyes become lidded, watching as you grip him in your hand. he sighs when you squeeze his base tightly, eyes fluttering. “should I uhm. should I suck you?” you ask, and his eyes shoot open. this was supposed to be about you, not him. “no.” he instead opts to hold his hand to your mouth. “spit.” he says and you’re confused as you produce a fat glob on his palm. then, his hand rubs and spreads the drool all over his length, and your lips part in surprise. it’s suddenly a lot hotter out here. “gonna make you feel good, promise. it will hurt though. can’t deny that.” he says, shifting so his hips lay on yours, and one elbow rests beside your head as the other grips his member, pressing the tip against your entrance. your body unconsciously tenses and John kisses your forehead, trying to relax you. “we’ll go slow, i promise.” he whispers, and you feel his tip slip in. “d-don’t let me move, John. just give me all of it.” you gasp, tears pricking at your eyes as his first inch seeps in. he nods and you cry out as he presses deeper. you try to escape but John obeys you, using his weight to immobilize you.

all John hears is your sweet little noises that you’re making. they’re slightly distressed, but nothing too bad yet. he didn’t want this to hurt for you, but it was undeniable, so he kept it slow. he was simply glad that your slick and drool made you so wet for him. you were already taking him so well, he just wanted to keep you under him like this forever. he’d gotten halfway and you were being a champ. you on the other hand, felt like you were running a marathon. he was thick, thicker than you realized and the sides of your walls stretched to accommodate him. he must be almost in you think. it felt like too much. John murmurs sweet nothings in your ear, about how well you’re doing, how you’re taking him perfect, how you feel so good, how he wants to stay inside you forever. it all goes to your cunt, blood draining from your head. he finally bottoms out and you swear you can’t see straight. his chest heaves against yours and his right hand holds your left next to your head, his other propping him up as he stills. something a little too warm trickles down the bottom of your thigh, but you don’t question it. John merely pulls back his chest, still clutching your hand as he sees blood seep out of the remaining space of your hole. he silently curses himself, he didn’t want to make you bleed. he knew it’d hurt but now he feels like he messed up, did something wrong and hurt you. you watch his eyes as they look over you, watch as they shift from calm to scared to angry. “what’s wrong?” you say, bringing your other hand to grip his bicep. his nervous eyes flit to yours. “‘m sorry.” he says. “I hurt you.” his voice admits and your eyebrows furrow. “John ‘m okay. just feels different.” you say, trying to get him to look at you head on. yeah it definitely hurt and you felt like your insides just got rearranged to make space for his fat cock, but it felt natural once he stilled. felt right. he shakes his head and you sit up on your elbows, taking your hand from his. you still can’t quite see why he’s so nervous but he picks up your hips and rests them on his thighs, causing him to slip in oh so deeper, and you gasp. he freezes, shoulders tense. “John.” you whine. finally, one of his hands dips down to where you connect, collecting the mixture of slick and blood. he shows it to you, and you relax. “I hurt you. you’re bleeding.” he says, eyes ashamed. you laugh a breathy sigh. “John you didn’t hurt me. that’s normal. I think.” you frown. “you’re bleeding.” he growls out again. your mom passed away too soon to have the talk with you and it was too awkward with your father, so the neighbors wife told you about this once you hit high school. she made sure you were informed and knew about this. you think you remember her saying something about bleeding during your first time. clearly no one told John. “John that’s normal. it’s my hymen. it probably stretched and tore.” you say, rubbing circles on his forearm. “it’s normal to bleed?” he asks. “you’re the one who’s done this before! I thought you knew!” you exclaim. “I-well I-i knew it’d hurt but I didn’t think you’d bleed! they didn’t go over this in school.” he groans, head leaning down to touch your chest. his voice is light again though, and he smiles softly. “sorry.” he murmurs.

you chuckle and lay back down. you’ve gotten used to him in you now, and you clench your muscle around him, causing him to gasp. you wince as his hips buck up. clearly this is still going to hurt a little. his hands find your hips that sit on him. “you’re so tight, love.” he whispers. “can you move?” you ask softly. he nods and moves up to your mouth, kissing as he rocks his hips into you, not quite thrusting yet. his tip presses on your g-spot and you moan out something strangled. it feels like his fingers, just bigger. “John” you whimper, hands on his shoulders. “gonna make you feel good sweet girl. please let me.” he begs, hands gripping you tighter. you nod and moan out his name as he picks the pace up, starting to pull out more and more. it rubs your walls, mix of absolute pain and absolute pleasure. his hand comes in between you to rub your clit again, determined to make you come tonight. you let him set the pace, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as your jaw opens on a rough push of his hips. you feel full. it’s so satisfying though, you’re so connected to him. his slightly curly hair moves as his mouth comes to your neck, kissing the soft skin as he rolls his hips into you. you’re close and you tug on his hair. “John.” you say, panic creeping in again. “shh sweet girl, I got you when you’re ready.” he says, face coming to look at yours. the coil is tightening and you whine. it feels even different than his fingers and you’re afraid you really might piss on him now. still, you trust him. “are you-ngh! John! are you close?” you ask. he watches your pretty lips move as your eyes flutter shut and open. your bodies practically move as one now, shifting with each push of his hips. he nods rapidly, moving to hold your hand. “uh-huh” he groans. “gonna fill you up so good. make you feel nice and full. gonna be dripping with me for days.” he growls, hips picking up more. it makes you gasp, and your mind starts to go blank at his words.

“johnjohnjohnjohn” you’re chanting his name, and his fingers rub your clit faster, causing you to squeal. “come on come on doll. please come on me sweet girl.” John begs, hips stuttering and frantic. “ah! fuh-fuh fuck John! nghh-m coming!” you keen, body arching as you snap, clamping onto John. he lets out a loud groan as he presses against you fully, filling you up with his come. you gasp again as he rolls his hips through your aftershocks. you feel his release inside you, that full feeling returning. he’s panting, full weight on you. he sits in you for a while, the occasional roll of his hips pushing his come outside you. you sigh and run your fingers through his hair. “thank you John. couldn’t have asked for anything better.” you whisper. his lips press to your ear. “should be thanking you.” he says. his tone turns regretful. “‘m so sorry.” John’s silent. “for what? you didn’t do anything.” you say, confused. “don’t you dare say you’re sorry again for hurting me.” he shakes his head and lets out a soft sigh. “you should’ve been my first. ‘m sorry. you gave me all of you, and i belong to you. I always have. you should’ve been my first.” he says. you frown. he shouldn’t be beating himself up over this. “John…it’s okay. you’re here, with me, and that’s all I care about.” you say, gripping him close before kissing his cheek. “my heart will belong to you. always.” he whispers. “as does mine.” you reply.

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dinners full of laughter as Simon recounts his first day alone without anyone helping him. John and you tease him about the little stuff and Simon smirks and rolls his eyes. his mask is pulled up over his mask so he can shovel in bites of food. that slightly unnerved your pa to not see a man’s face, but he didn’t mind too much. some things were hidden for a reason. he does order Simon to dish duty though, and walks out to your ma’s grave up on the north field. “after the dishes you’ll do the night chores alone.” John says. Simon nods. “yes sir.” he replies, continuing to wash your china plates with a gentle hand. John picks you up bridal style and carries you up the stairs, causing you to laugh. you’d been just a bit sore after your escapade and he helps you change into your nightgown. John changes into his own loose flannel boxer shorts, hairy chest and stomach on display before walking to the bathroom to get a cool rag.

he’d read online that cool compresses help with the pain after sex, and he wanted to make sure you were okay. as you curled up in bed with him, you talked about the day. asked about Simon and his story a little more. “that’s his to tell love. he’ll come to trust you. think you’ve already got him wrapped around your finger though.” you chuckle rub your fingers over the longer stubble John’s growing. “‘m serious. you ask him to jump and he’d say how high.” you slap his shoulder playfully. “leave him alone!” you exclaim, smiling. “oh what you like him now? the big scary man who drove eighteen wheelers.” you scoff. “he’s not scary! he’s a good kid.” you say. “kid? okay I know he’s nineteen but he’s grown. and we’re not much older.” he counters. sighing you agree with him there. you and John are only 23 and 26 respectively. “whatever. bet he wouldn’t tease me about it.” John scoffs and kisses your cheek, pulling you close to him. “maybe you should go sleep with him tonight then.” he teases. you roll your eyes and close them, drifting off to sleep quickly after you close them. John watches your sleeping form, eyes tracing over your soft arms and hips. they look to your hands, still soft due to your tender love and care for them. he smiles and picks up your left one, cradling it in his own. he’s eyes inspect the delicate curve of them, the bare ring finger. it’s got his mind turning. he should marry you.

Notes:EEEEK!!! GOOD FIC YALL HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!!! FIRST TIME WRITING A VIRGIN READER HOPE I DID WELL!!!!

Two questions (they’ll also be in polls- comment below as well 🙏

do we like the idea of John marrying reader?!

AND should Simon get a bigger role in the fic? I’ll be adding the boys slowly but yeah. should he be like important/get a real backstory?😭maybe open up to reader n stuff. possibly include him with reader and John encounter?

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https://www.tumblr.com/sturniololuvz/782670591180292096/guys-my-inbox-is-empty-i-dont-know-how-to-its

can you do one where y/n is like the type of person who’s like “tough” so she doesn’t rlly express emotions much and bottles them up and say them in her notes app and like cries alone and stuff then one day she left her phone unlocked and matt saw the notes and tells nick and chris and they comfort her and stuff pls?

(based off personal experience 😭)

“The Things She Doesn’t Say”

Y/N wasn’t the type to spill her emotions out loud.

Not because she didn’t feel things — she just didn’t like being vulnerable. Growing up with three brothers, she’d quickly developed a tough exterior. Jokes instead of honesty, sarcasm instead of sadness. The only place she ever really let those feelings breathe was her Notes app.

And no one ever had to know.

Until she forgot to lock her phone.

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It was a regular afternoon, everyone sprawled across the living room while Matt scrolled through his sister’s playlist on her phone. She was in the kitchen grabbing a snack, telling them to “pick something that wasn’t Nick’s terrible EDM.”

He chuckled to himself as he scrolled, waiting for Spotify to load when a notification popped up.

Reminder:

Stop pretending you’re fine. You’re not.

Matt furrowed his brows. It didn’t seem like a typical reminder. Curiosity got the best of him, and before guilt could even register, he tapped into her Notes app.

The first thing that caught his eye was the sheer number of entries.

“I don’t know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden.”

“Why does it feel like everyone would be fine without me?”

“I’m tired of pretending I’m tough when I feel like I’m falling apart.”

Matt’s chest tightened. He scrolled further and saw more—months’ worth of thoughts she’d never spoken. Anxiety about school, feeling overlooked, moments where loneliness drowned her even when she was surrounded by people who loved her.

“Everything ok?” Nick asked from across the couch.

Matt swallowed hard, locking the phone and setting it down.

“Can you guys come here for a sec?” he mumbled, his usual chill demeanor gone.

Chris raised a brow but stood up. “What’s up?”

Matt glanced toward the kitchen. Y/N was laughing to herself as she rummaged through the pantry, completely unaware.

“I just saw something on her phone,” Matt said quietly. “She’s been… holding in a lot of stuff. Like—a lot.”

Nick’s expression shifted immediately, worry replacing confusion. “What do you mean?”

“She’s not okay, dude,” Matt said, keeping his voice low. “She’s been bottling everything up.”

Chris’s jaw clenched, guilt creeping in. “Why didn’t she tell us?”

“We never really give her the space to,” Nick said softly. “She always acts tough, so we just… assumed she was fine.”

The realization hit all of them at once.

She wasn’t fine.

And no one noticed.

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When Y/N walked back into the living room with chips in hand, she froze at the sight of her brothers’ serious faces.

“What?” she asked, an uneasy laugh bubbling up. “Why do you guys look like someone died?”

“Come here for a sec?” Matt said gently.

Her walls went up immediately, fake nonchalance creeping in. “Why? Did Chris finally break something expensive?”

“No,” Chris said softly, shaking his head. “This isn’t about us.”

Nick patted the spot next to him on the couch. “We need to talk about you.”

Y/N’s stomach dropped, her defenses scrambling into place. “I’m fine. Seriously, what’s—”

“We know you’re not,” Matt cut in gently. “I saw the notes on your phone.”

Her breath caught in her throat. The panic hit immediately—her face flushing, her mind already spinning with excuses.

“I—those are just random thoughts,” she muttered, trying to laugh it off. “It’s not a big—”

“It is a big deal,” Chris said, eyes softer than she’d ever seen. “You’re carrying all of that by yourself.”

Her chest tightened as tears pricked her eyes, the weight of everything she hadn’t said crashing over her.

“I didn’t want to bother you guys,” she whispered, voice cracking despite her best efforts. “I didn’t want to feel… weak.”

Matt pulled her into a hug before she could stop the tears from falling.

“Feeling things doesn’t make you weak,” he murmured, rubbing her back. “You don’t have to be tough all the time. Not with us.”

Nick rested a hand on her leg, his usual teasing replaced with concern. “You’ve been taking care of yourself quietly for too long. Let us take care of you for once, yeah?”

Chris leaned into the group hug, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re never a burden—ever. I’m sorry we made you feel like you had to keep it all in.”

Her tears finally slipped free as she buried her face into Matt’s hoodie, the weight she’d been carrying alone for so long crashing down in the safety of her brothers’ arms.

For once, she didn’t have to be “the tough one.”

For once, she let herself be seen.

And they made sure she knew, without a doubt, that they would always be there for her—no matter how loud or quiet her struggles were.

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