#had a rough couple of days so im hoping this little treat will be the syart of a kinder week

[byrdierose]

I did something I've been wanting to do for ages! I had to do a bunch of laundry today and we have a clothes dryer now, so I washed and dried my fluffiest blanket and took it out of the dryer while it was still warm.

My god, this is heavenly. I feel like I'll be doing this a lot in winter...

#byrdie babbles #so soft anf warm..... #had a rough couple of days so im hoping this little treat will be the syart of a kinder week

[mattscoquette]

“ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝜗𝜚 “

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: popular!mean!matt x quiet!introverted!fem!oc

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a story in which a quiet introverted girl attempts to befriend her popular neighbor

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (p in v, slight praise kink, use of pet names), cursing, arguing, kissing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.1k

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𝐚/𝐧: first off thank u sm for 340 followers 😭😭😭 i love each and every single person who’s ever came across my account thank u sm for taking time to read my stuff. also thank u to everyone who’s shown love to this series!!!! i loved writing it so much im so sad it’s over now :( i plan to do another series at some point so stay tuned for that! i hope u all enjoy the final part <3333 i love u all sm! 💕💕

xoxo ₊˚⊹ ୨ৎ

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addilyn richardson,

was currently standing in front of her torn apart closet on a monday morning, contemplating what to wear. normally she would just throw on something comfortable, but today was the day her and matt had their science project to present. she woke up with a sick feeling in her stomach, presumably from nervousness. the nervousness from presenting, and from seeing matt for the first time in days. she stood there, seriously considering playing hooky today and going back to sleep. it was so cold, and the warmth of her bed was calling out to her. she shook her head. she couldn’t do that to matt, though, not after she treated him this weekend. she texted him early saturday morning that she was still “feeling under the weather” and that it was best if they wrapped up the project on their own. all they had left was the worksheet, so it wasn’t a lot of work to do, but deciding to work alone and then submit it was risky. she had ignored his questions of how the project was coming along, and she even declined nicks request to hang out at his house. although he was weary, matt trusted addilyn, though, he knew she was a smart girl and she could pass them with ease.

addilyn sighed, settling on a her favorite pair of jeans. she rummaged through the clothes on the hangers, trying to find something that paired well with the pants. she found a small blue lacy tank top, close to the blue of matt’s eyes, and decided on that. she shook her head, trying to push thoughts of the brunette haired boy to the back of her mind. she had to focus today, no more matt, she could not mess up her presentation in front of her class. she looked in her mirror quickly, before opting to put a silky white headband in her hair, attempting to make her curls look a little neater. she tugged a sweater on over her shoulders, grabbing her backpack, before heading out the door.

she hasn’t gotten a ride from matt for the last couple days, not since the day they came so close to kissing. granted, matt would have driven her if she asked, but she grew distant with him, not wanting to embarrass herself anymore than she already had. that moment kept replaying in her head all weekend. how she felt him nearly pressed against her body, the feeling of their noses brushing against one another, how close their lips were to touching one another. she thought about what it would feel like to kiss matt. if it would be gentle, their lips barely grazing one another, or if it’d be the rough, messy kind, where it was a clash of teeth together. she wouldn’t have minded either one, as long as she was kissing matt.

addilyn. she told herself. get a hold of yourself. you need to present well today.

making her way to the bus stop, she saw matt’s van drive past her, nick sitting in the back. addilyn sighed, putting her earbuds in as she waited for the bus alone in the cold. a part of her hoped matt would’ve pulled over, jumping out of the van, and ushering her in quickly, telling her that she did nothing wrong and he liked her back. they would drive to school together, walking in hand in hand, until they had to go separate ways. but he didn’t, he simply kept on driving.

₊˚ 𓂃✧

“i hope you all are ready to present today,” the physics teacher announced as the bell rang, watching a few stragglers shuffle in. addilyn held her breath, looking over to matt. he didn’t turn around to meet her gaze. “maria and joey already offered to go first, but before each group goes up, i’ll allow you guys to prepare yourselves in the hallway.”

addilyn sighed of relief. she only briefly met with matt before class to go over their assignment quickly, barely having enough time to make sure they did it right. although she was confident in her part of the work, she couldn’t help but feel worried it was wrong. she was so out of it this weekend, picking up her phone every five minutes to see if matt would reach out her, and ignoring him when he did. she partly felt bad, but that feeling would instantly be washed over with embarrassment. he texted her a few times in the span of the two days, but addilyn just kept on ignoring matt, praying he would just forget about it and let her work. by sunday, though, matt stopped reaching out to her. she couldn’t help but feel disappointed, but she knew ignoring him would get the boy to leave her alone. but deep down she hoped that if she pushed him away enough he would come back around.

the class watched as each group went up, sitting in anticipation waiting for their turn. about four groups in, addilyn and matt were on deck to go.

“gianna and kian, you’re up now. addilyn and matthew are after if you guys want to go to the hallway.” the teacher told them.

the two of them glanced at one another, slowly getting up and going into the hallway with their project. taking in a deep breath, addilyn looked at matt up and down. he wore dark blue baggy jeans with his car keys clipped onto the belt loop, accompanied with a black and red t-shirt that read ransom across the front. he wore a black zip up over his clothes, where his hands were currently engulfed by the sleeves. her stomach was instantly in knots as matt smiled at her and sat the experiment down delicately on the linoleum floor. he pulled out a bag of marbles from his zip up’s pockets. “you ready?”

addilyn nodded quietly, watching as he bent down, setting the marble on the top part of the slope. he let it go, watching it go down and run its course. it raced down all the slopes, speeded through all the sharp turns, evening spinning around and around the funnel they added. it was flawless. matt and addilyn smiled at one another, both of their chests feeling tight.

“you finished the packet, right?” matt asked, looking at the paper she held in her hands. “can i see it?”

she nodded slowly, a soft blush creeping onto her cheek, handing the pile of paper to the boy in front of her. she hadn’t seen him in person since friday afternoon when he bumped into her, when he saw her crying. she had been so embarrassed. she had a crush on the kid for barely a week and she’d been a crying wreck over him. how pathetic of her. she wanted to explain to matt that afternoon she was upset about something that happened earlier in school, but she couldn’t bring herself to look in his eyes without bursting into tears. instead, she ran away and ignored him all weekend. she watched matt intently as he looked through the packet, seeing the mix of both of their handwriting as they had both taken turns working on it. he paused as he got to one section addilyn did over the weekend by herself.

she watched as his eyebrows furrowed. “are you sure you calculated this right?” he asked, showing her the paper as she leaned into him to look. she could smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne. she flashed back to last week, when his face was inches from her and the only thing she could smell was him. his scent stayed in her room all night. matt’s voice snapped her back to reality. “i think you used the wrong formula.”

“no i didn’t, matt.” she told him confidently, looking up to meet his eyes. she looked back down at the work, going over it carefully. she was certain she did it correctly.

“no, you used the formula for potential energy, not kinetic.” matt pressed back, showing her the paper and pointing. “look.” she directed her gaze back down at the equation in front of her, then back at him absolutely dumbfounded.

“i didn’t.”

“you did.”

“matt, i know what i’m doing,” she told him, her voice starting to grow louder. “i know i did it right.”

“addy, you did it wrong.” matt shot back at her, also starting to become frustrated.

she didn’t even realize she was yelling. it’s as if all the flirting and joking they shared with each other over the last week was gone, and it was the first day all over again. “who’s the straight a student here, matt? i know i did my work right. you just don’t want to admit you’re wrong!”

he shook his head, opening his mouth to speak, before addilyn interrupted him. “i know how to do this shit matt, you don’t, so don’t come out here questioning my work that i know is ri-”

he cut her off by pulling her by the arm into an empty classroom, dropping the papers to the floor and shutting the door behind them. her back was flush to the door, matt standing over her with his arms extended on either side of her head. the space between them was so small, it was dizzying. she looked up at him, trying not to let it falter her confidence.

“what is your issue?” she spat, “we need to go over our project.”

“my issue?” matt yelled, “what’s my issue? you’re the one who’s been acting weird the last four days! we wouldn’t be in this situation right now if you just did the project with me over the weekend instead of avoiding me.”

if looks could kill, matt would be six feet under the ground. addilyn glared up at him. “i wasn’t avoiding you, asshole, i was sick.”

“sick, my ass,” he argued, “you were avoiding me! i know you were!”

“was not.”

“were too”

“matt,” she whisper-shouted. he still had her against the door. “stop it.”

he looked down at her sighing, trying to cool himself down. she continued to look up at him with daggers in her eyes. all the emotions the two felt in the past couple of weeks, they were getting it all out now, only in the form of an argument. how typical of addilyn and matt. she spoke up again. “i knew working on this project with you would go to shit.”

“you don’t mean that.” he told her, looking back just as angrily, standing even closer to her than before.

she stood her ground, trying her best not to feel small underneath matt. he’d always been a few inches taller, but with the position they were in now, he towered over her small frame. she yelled back at him. “yes, i do mean it! if we never worked on this assignment together, everything would’ve worked out so much easier! i would have been fine doing it alone, and you wouldn’t have been bothering me and ruining my-“

matt couldn’t handle the sound of her voice yelling at him anymore, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. in the heat of the moment, not even thinking, he took his hands off the door from behind her and grabbed her shoulders, pressing his lips to hers. she blinked, kissing him back after a moment. he pulled away from the girl, eyes wide as he met addilyn’s shocked expression that was plastered all across her face.

what the fuck did he just do.

matt didn’t even have the chance to speak, hell, he couldn’t even move, all of his words left his mouth. addilyn blinked up at him, pausing for moment, before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling the boy into her. she titled her head to the side, deepening the kiss as she kept one arm wrapped around him, her other hand moving to hold his face close to hers. matt’s hands moved down and gripped her hips, pressing them against his. he kissed her back hard, like she would slip out of his grasp if he didn’t. addilyn cupped his jaw, pulling him impossibly closer to her as she felt him smirk against her lips slightly. she broke away momentarily to look at matt, flashing him a soft smile, his favorite smile. before she could fully pull back, matt was already connecting his lips back with hers. he ran his hands up and down her sides as he kissed her with all the feelings he couldn’t convey over the last couple weeks. addilyn sighed against the boy’s lips, moving her hands from his face up into his hair. she tugged lightly at the brown locks while she felt matt’s teeth graze against her lip. addilyn pulled back slightly, placing a few small pecks on matt’s grinning lips before pulling away fully.

they two of them giggled, still holding on to one another. matt spoke up first. “i still think you did the equation wrong.”

“shut up” addilyn laughed, pressing her lips to matt’s once more.

₊˚ 𓂃✧

“and that’s how kinetic energy works.” matt concluded, taking the marble off of the track and placing it back into his pocket. the class burst into applause, a few kids even obnoxiously whistling to really add to it. addilyn beamed next to matt, looking at him for a moment before returning her gaze back to the rest of the class. the pair returned to their respective seats, glancing at one another as their teacher praised the work. they sat through a few more presentations, before the bell dismissed the students, matt finding his way to addilyn rather quickly. they walked together out of the classroom, not long before the girl pulled matt by the arm into a lesser crowded hallway.

“hi.” she grinned up at him, arms hugging around his waist. he brushed a curl behind her ear, retuning the smile.

“do you wanna skip the rest of the day?” he asked, watching addilyn’s face widen. it was only the middle of the day, they still had at least four more classes before they had to go home. she instantly shook her head no. “come on addy, live a little.” he laughed, watching her contemplate her choices. stay in school like you’re supposed to, or spend the day with matt.

“i’ll buy you lunch.” he bribed in a sing-songy voice, his hands still playing with the hair behind her ears. he brought his lips to her cheek, kissing it softly a few times. he pulled back. “please?”

she sighed, giving in. matt cheered, lacing his hand with hers as he pulled her out of the double doors leading outside. she instantly felt a chill run down her spine as they were met with the cold winter air. matt took notice, slipping off his puffer jacket he was wearing and giving it to her. she smiled sweetly at him as he opened the passenger side of his van, letting her in. he climbed in next to her, starting the car and immediately turning on the heat on full blast. he plugged his phone in, queuing up a few songs, before kicking the car into reverse.

“where to?” he asked addilyn, backing out of the parking space, putting his hand on her knee as he began to drive. she felt her face redden at the action, shifting her legs closer to the center console as matt rubbed his thumb back and forth.

the girl shrugged. “wherever you want to take me.” matt smirked, an idea popping into his head.

they drove comfortably, making small talk about whatever came across their minds. after about fifteen minutes, matt pulled into the parking lot, turning off the car and looking over at addilyn. he found that she was already staring at him, leaning across the middle to place a quick peck on her smiling lips. “let me get the door for you.” he said quietly, quickly getting out of the van and opening her side of the door, offering a hand out.

“such a gentleman.” she laughed, taking his hand in hers. she still was wearing his puffer jacket, only a thin zip up keeping matt’s body from being met with the brisk january air around them.

“are you sure you’re not cold, matt?” she asked the boy as they began to walk, hands still held together.

“i’m fine.” he promised, leaning down to kiss her rosy cheek. they walked through the parking lot, before the park came into view. the large bare trees that surrounded the vicinity became separated by a walkway that lead into the grassy area, where the playground and baseball field resided. she gasped, turning to look at matt.

“i love this park!” she gushed, leading matt though the gate. they started down the walkway, making their way around the track that stretched a mile around the perimeter of the park. they lost count of how many laps they took, walking with their hands together the whole time. they talked about whatever crossed their minds.

“tell me about the book you’re reading right now, adds.” matt asked her, turning to look over at the girl as they walked. her cheeks were all pink from the cold, her lips glossy. she looked back at him, the widest smile spread across her face. nobody’s ever asked her that. she talked to him about the book, her favorite characters, favorite quotes, all of it. she talked of the book she read previously to the one now, and how it was all connected. matt just listened and smiled at her as she talked, loving the way her eyes lit up while she spoke.

they continued walking around as matt told addilyn about his love for nature and the comfort it brought to him, especially in the colder months.

“i just love the trees and shit,” matt told her, taking in the surrounding around them. the trees were dead and bare from the cold of the winter, but matt continued to admire them anyway. “my favorite season is fall because of the leaves. i think they look super pretty and i love the colors of everything.” addilyn beamed up at him listening to him talk about his other favorite things about fall. he talked about how he loved to wear fuzzy sweaters as the weather grew colder, and found peace for himself being surrounded by the outdoors.

they’d been in the park for a good hour and a half, just talking about everything and nothing all at once. they were currently sat on a bench that was located across from a small pond, abandoned from the small animals that typically lived there due to the freezing winter weather. addilyn was resting her head on matt’s shoulder as they still held hands, simply enjoying the moment in silence. she was tracing small patterns on his hand when she broke away and sat up for a moment to look up at him.

“what?” matt smiled, looking back at addilyn. she shook her head, muttering a small nothing, leaning up slightly to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. it felt just like the dream he’d been having all week.

the air around them was cold, but addilyn felt so warm against him. she removed their intertwined hands and wrapped both her arms around his neck, pulling him back down into her as she leaned her back against the bench. matt turned his body to match hers, arms instinctively wrapped around her waist as she sighed contently into the kiss.

“do you want to go back to my house?” he whispered against her lips.

she pulled back, glancing up at matt. “yes please,” she said, leaning back into him. the pair shared a few more quick pecks before they got up, walking back to matt’s car with their hands together once more

₊˚ 𓂃✧

when addilyn and matt got back to his house, they were the only two home seeing as it was still the middle of the day. they were currently up in matt’s bedroom, sitting together on his bed watching a movie. despite the fact the two had already kissed, both of the teenagers were terrified to make another move. they were both sat upright, matt’s arms crossed while addy’s sat her in her lap, their legs barely touching one another. they both wanted more but neither would act on it. addilyn kept feeling matt’s not-so-subtle glances at her, only looking back at him when his focus returned to the t.v.

this was about the fifth time addilyn addilyn looked over at matt in the span of thirty minutes, and she was ready to give everything up right then and there. upon arriving home, matt pulled a grey hoodie over his t-shirt, trying to warm himself after spending nearly two hours in the cold outside. brown hair flopped over his blue eyes and scrunched eyebrows as he tried his best to focus on the movie and ignore the twitching feeling in his jeans. his cheeks stayed a pink rosy color, his lips slightly parted while he breathed heavily. addilyn felt her stomach flutter as matt repositioned himself so he was now laying down as opposed to having his back against the headboard. his arms moved to lay behind his head, his sweatshirt riding up just enough to reveal the waistline of his boxers. matt could feel her eyes digging in to him, looking up and smirking to meet her gaze.

“take a picture, addy, it’ll last longer.” he said in the most flirtatious way, the words immediately making her panties soaked. two hours ago she’d kissed a boy for the first time ever, and here she was now wondering what he’d feel like insider of her. her eyes stayed wide looking at matt as she felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks and the back of her neck.

“sorry, i just-” she started, being cut off by matt’s arms pulling her on top of him following his sudden and bold change in attitide. “matt!” she yelped, half giggling.

“hi pretty girl,” he smiled up at her, his face getting red and his dick starting to get hard as his hands made home on her hips, rubbing them back and forth. her hands traveled up his chest to play with the strings of his hoodie

“hi” she whispered back, unable to stop herself from trailing her eyes all over his body. he looked so good underneath her, it was driving her insane. matt’s hands moved to her back, bringing her down to meet his lips in a passionate and hot kiss. the two lazily kissed as addilyn felt matt’s tongue swipe against her bottom lip, granting him access by opening her mouth more. they both explored the inside of each other’s mouth as their tongues clashed against one another. matt slid his hand beneath the bottom of her tank top, lightly tracing tiny shapes into the small of her back. she whined quietly at the boy’s touch, matt swallowing her sounds as their lips moved together perfectly in sync as they continued to exchange slow, sloppy kisses.

“matt,” she breathed out, pulling away to catch her breath as he began to kiss down her neck. he stopped when he got to where her neck met her shoulder, peppering kisses all along the base and across her collarbone. she gasped when she felt him going back to leave marks all along where he had previously kissed her. he slowly worked his way back up her neck, sucking and biting at the sweet spot beneath her ear. she let her hands dance in his brown locks, pushing him closer into her neck as he continued to leave small kisses over the purple bruises he was leaving.

he pulled away from her neck, looking up to meet her eyes. her one hand still stayed twisted in his hair, the other moving down to rest on his chest, while she breathed heavily and looked back at him intensely, smiling at the boy beneath her. he felt his mouth curl up into a big grin pressing his lips to hers again. he left small quick pecks on her lips while addilyn was giggling softly in between them, trying to kiss him back and laugh at the same time. matt removed his hands from her waist, holding her face still while he began give her dozens of small kisses across her cheeks, forehead, nose, closed eyelids, and all over the rest of her face. he made his way back around to her mouth, pressing it against his firmly. “i want you so bad addilyn,” he mumbled against her lips, “please.”

she retreated from his lips, looking down at him with wide eyes. she’d be fantasizing about this moment more than she’d like to admit for the past week, and now it was finally happening. it all seemed to have worked out perfectly, there only being one issue.

“i’m a virgin” she blurted out, her mouth going up to cover her mouth. she hid her face in the crook of matt’s neck in immediate embarrassment, him just giggling softly and running his hands up and down her back.

“it’s fine, addy,” he told her softly, whispering in her ear, “i just want to make you mine.”

she whined quietly in his neck, rocking her hips back and forth slightly against his now noticeable boner. “what if i’m bad?” she asked, drawing away from his neck.

he peered up at her, moving his hand up to cup her jaw, running his slender thumb across her cheek. “listen to me sweet girl, we don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” he examined her face, looking for any signs of discomfort before he pulled her down into an endearing kiss.

“i want you too, matt.” she sighed into his lips, getting a little more comfortable and planting kisses down his neck. matt smiled, flipping the two around so he was now on top of her, holding himself up with his two hands. his lips met her in hungry and ravaging kiss, very different from the one they had just shared previously. it was a mess of teeth and tongue, their lips barely even catching each others.

matt kissed all the way down her neck, stopping when he got to where her breasts were revealed in the tank top she wore. he began to suck and leave a mark at the top of her left tit, his hand reaching up and underneath her shirt to cup the right over her bra. she curled his fingers in his hair, pushing the brunette boy further into her chest.

“can i take your shirt off?” he asked addilyn, looking up at her through hooded eyelids, his once blue eyes now getting darker with lust. she nodded slowly, gaping downwards at the boy. “use your words, addy, tell me it’s okay.”

“i-it’s okay, please take it off.” she told the boy, holding his face and meeting his gaze.

he leaned up slightly, gifting her pink cheek with a soft peck. “tell me if you want to stop at any point, okay?”

“okay.” she whispered.

he instantly was yanking the tank top off of her body, throwing it behind him onto his floor and he attacked her tits with his mouth, his quick contrast in attitude turning her on even more. he kissed and licked all around the valley of her breasts where it was exposed from the white lace of her bra, leaving soft kisses in the wake of the purple marks he left all across her chest. his one arm was wrapped around her waist as his head stayed buried in the girl’s chest, his other arm reaching around her to play with the clasp of her bra. the girl impatiently moaned, moving her arm behind her to take it off for matt. he pulled away for a second, admiring the girl beneath him. addilyn looked up at him, suddenly feeling insecure.

“you’re so fucking pretty addilyn” he breathed, tossing her bra to the side as he took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his hand reached up to massage her left. she moaned loudly, holding the brunette boy closer to her chest as she felt his tongue flick across the sensitive bud. he did this repedealty, sucking and licking her one tit until he brought his attention to the other, giving it the same treatment.

the girl grew more and more restless, wanting nothing more than to just feel matt inside of her. she groped at his hoodie while he was leaving a hickey underneath her boob, signaling she wanted it off. he laughed to himself at her actions, lifting his head from her so she could take off both his sweatshirt and t-shirt at the same time. the two took a moment to pause, looking at each other intently, both of their chests bare and heaving. “matt i need you, please.” addilyn murmured, her voice laced with desire.

“i know, baby, i do too.” the brunette boy moaned out, grinding his hips down on her, the friction driving him insane as he buried his face into her neck, sucking a dark bruise into her skin. his hands reached down, toying with the hem of her washed out jeans. “can i take these off of you, beautiful?”

“yes, just do something please,” addilyn sighed, running her nails up and down matt’s bare back, scratching at it slightly. he nodded, moving up from her neck as he swiftly removed her pants, the girl reaching up to fiddle with his belt to do the same. matt, also growing just as needy as her, reached down to help addilyn undo his belt and take his jeans off too, leaving the both of them almost fully naked.

upon the removal of his jeans, matt met addilyn with an aggressive kiss, rubbing his clothed dick to her soaked underwear. they both moaned at the new feeling of only a thin piece of fabric separating them, both moving their hips against one another’s. addilyn felt matt slip his hand down beneath her panties, teasingly playing with her clit, rubbing it in soft circles with his thumb. “that feel good, pretty girl?”

unable to talk, addilyn only nodded as she gasped, feeling matt’s fingers move down to her folds, running them lightly across the entrance, before inserting the middle one and curling it up. “fuck, matt” she panted, her eyes rolling back in pleasure, “don’t stop please.”

“trust me, adds, i wont.” the brunette hair boy replied, adding another finger as he thrusted them in and out of her, looking down at the mess of the girl he’s made. “you’re doing so good for me.” she only moaned in response, feeling her stomach grow tighter as her face contorted.

right before she was about to release, she felt matt suddenly pull out, opening her eyes as she watched him suck on his fingers that were drenched in her arousal. her jaw slack, she reached up to trifle with his boxers, dipping her fingers beneath the band and running them along the tip of his dick.

“please matt,” she began, her voice hoarse, “fuck me.”

that was enough for matt to tear her underwear off of her, ripping it slightly as it was discarded into the messy pile of clothes on the floor next to them. he leaned over her, opening his bedside drawer to search for a condom as he felt the girl sucking and biting at his neck. he met her lips to messily make out with her for a moment, before pulling his boxers down, his erection springing free. he felt her soft fingers wrap around his dick, pumping it as he dropped his head into her neck, moaning. impatient, she snatched the condom wrapper from him, tearing it open with her teeth as she grabbed his cock to slide the rubber on.

“that was really hot,” the boy laughed, stroking his dick that was poking into the girl’s stomach, moving it to line up at her entrance. he looked up to her eyes, his facial expression changing to more serious. “tell me if i hurt you at all, okay?” he told her, stroking her inner thigh lightly with his hand.

she shuddered at his touch, replying with a meek “okay.”

“you ready?” matt asked, taking his hand from her thigh and moving it to her hip to hold her. she gave him a small nod, quietly saying yes before he began pushing in.

her face scrunched up as she felt him insert his dick, gasping at the new sensation. “matt,” she breathed, her voice undeniably having a discomforting undertone.

“i know, pretty, i know.” he soothed her, running his hand along her hipbone and tracing soft patterns on it, pausing for a moment before pushing in any deeper. “tell me when i can go again.”

she took a deep breath, reaching for his hand that was playing at her waist, grabbing it tightly. “go ahead.”

matt nodded, continuing to push deeper and deeper until he bottomed out, feeling addilyn squeeze his hand. “tell me when to move.” he groaned, peppering her face with light kisses as he tried to distract her from the pain. she grabbed his jaw, pulling his lips to hers, whispering a soft you can go into the kiss as he began to thrust in and out of her as slowly as he could, trying not to hurt her. he kept on kissing all around her face, diverting her from the uncomfortable feeling as best he could, until she brought his mouth back hers as she moaned, the once pain subsiding to pleasure. her hands tangled in his hair and his around her waist, the two messily kissed one another as matt continuously fucked her, the two finding a rhythm as they rocked their hips back and forth together.

“faster, please,” she begged, her mouth still against his as he simply groaned in response, snapping his hips up into her at a quickened pace. trying to focus on something other than cumming right away, matt pressed hard kisses to her lips, each one growing sloppier, their tongues hastily moving around each other.

“addy,” he whispered in between the kisses, “i’m so sorry-” he was cut off by a long kiss from addilyn, her arms tightening around his neck and she ran her tongue along his lips, catching some of his teeth as he opened his mouth. “i’m so sorry i was mean to you.”

“i forgive you,” she told him, pulling the boy down into her boobs as he began to kiss and leave marks, moving his hand down to play with her clit as he kept up his pace of thrusting. “fuck.”

between the stimulation from her clit, matt’s dick ramming inside her, and him sucking at her tits, she was absolutely spent. “matt” she whined, trying to let him know she was close, unable to form coherent sentences.

“i know, beautiful, let go for me.” he groaned into her tits, rubbing her hands up and down her sides as she came all over his dick, a loud moan escaping her lips. he continued to fuck addilyn through her orgasm, his hips sputtering and bucking against hers as he came too, whimpering slightly at the sensitivity. she breathed heavily, holding the boy against her breasts while he pressed light kisses to them. he looked up at her, stroking her chin as he watched the her regain her breath. “you okay, adds?”

she nodded rapidly, closing her eyes for a moment. “yeah.” she breathed. matt smiled, planting a quick kiss on her jaw as he pulled away from her embrace, pulling out and cleaning her up quickly with a tissue, discarding of the condom. he returned after a second, moving so he could hold addilyn against his chest , resting his head atop hers and their legs tangled together.

she looked up matt, smiling widely as she pressed a loving kiss to his lips. he smiled at the feeling, tilting her chin up as he held her face gently in his hand. “matt?” she breathed, pulling away for a second, “can i tell you something?”

“yeah,” he muttered, brining his mouth back to hers.

“i never hated you, not even in the beginning.”

matt broke apart from her, looking at the girl in his bed with wide eyes. his hand stayed on her face, rubbing his thumb across her lip gently, examining every little detail of her face. his gaze flicked between her two eyes, then down to her smiling lips, before pulling her in for another sweet kiss.

“me either.”

the end

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[mooonjin]

The Past Behind Him - Pt. 2

Notes: oh gosh im most overhwelmed with the support on the first part!! tyty so heres part two soz it took so long, i lost it in the scheduling feature. i should probably leave that alone haha,,,

Pairing: Echo x f!reader

Summary: Your last interaction together with Echo wasn't ideal and mature. In hopes of ameliorating, the trooper decides to make the first moves of forming his apology, but will you accept it?

Warnings/Tags: bits of fluff, one or two uses of Y/N, mentions of blood/injuries, mentions of tending to wounds, your fav clones, proofread this once oops — tell me if I've missed anything!

< Part One

"...Echo?..."

"...Hey! Echo...!"

"Echo!" the sound of Hunter's modulated voice gave the poor ARCT a fright. Multiple blaster shots whizzed passed their heads as they ducked down behind some old crates, "You still with us?"

Echo stumbled upon his words, "Yes, Y/N– uh, sir! Agh, Sergeant– Hunter!" he sighed at his mistakes, "Yes Hunter, still here." Echo rubbed the top of his helmet, where his forehead would be, in embarrassment along with noticing Hunter's slight head turn at his stutter. You've been on his mind this whole mission and he's been doing everything else but focus on the task at hand. Hunter patted Echo's now healed shoulder to assure him.

It had been a few weeks since your last one-on-one interaction with Echo. It seemed he took more precaution on the battlefield not to end up injured again since he'd end up in your hands back. His brother's ended up in the medbay but when offered to stay and watch over, Echo would be the only one to refuse. Wrecker pouted most of the time when he would. You never questioned him about it and usually shrugged it off.

But every now and then, you'd wonder if he was alright. Considering the stories you've been told about the ARC trooper, he seemed kind, caring, brave, and silly. It's just... that's who you've not been seeing these past few weeks. If anything, you've seen the complete opposite.

You tended to a couple of clones from the 501st after a rough retrieval mission on Saleucami. You haven't met this batch of men before but they already treated you like their best friend. One of them had a goatee and the number '5' tattooed by his hairline. This cheeky one loved to make jokes about his brothers. Occasionally, you had to remind him not to move since you're still patching him up. They called him ‘Fives.’ Maybe because of his CT number, you assumed.

"And then the Captain face planted into those bulbous pollen stuff! Oh gosh, he was covered in 'em!" a hearty laugh escaped from his chest and once again, you gently patted his shoulder to remind him he's still fresh from the battlefield. He sent you a mumbled apology and continued to make jokes without moving too much. You smiled, playfully.

The one they called ‘Jesse,’ who had the GAR logo tattooed on the left side of his head, also joked around with him. These two gossiped about their brothers like they were little high schoolers, "I bet you he'll still be able to find some in the crevices of his helmet to this day!" a small, but cheeky grin grew on your face before you turned to fish out some tweezers.

"How are you holding up there, Jesse?" you questioned. You were the only medical personnel in the room so tending to two people without the assistance of AZI, was quite the challenge.

The trooper groaned a bit as he leaned forward slightly to check up on his ankle, "Eh, I can't feel the pain much anymore but for sure won't be able to walk on it," he chuckled. "Still can't believe y'chose him first." Jesse complained. Fives sent him a mocking face of pride.

"Don't worry, even if I did choose you first, you're still my priority."

Fives hissed through his teeth at the last splinter you plucked out, causing you to look up at him to see if it hurt him as much. But he was tough. It was almost as if it didn't happen since he continued to talk to Jesse, brushing off the pain.

A couple of hours passed and you were still tending to the two clones as they chatted away. You had been silent most of the time, more interested in listening whilst you patched up their injuries. As the two clones continued their chats, the small ding of the medbay door went off which, usually signals somebody who isn't an authorised medic, about to enter.

The door swooshed open, alerting both Jesse and Fives as well as you. Although it didn't stop you from tending to Fives' wound but the sudden arrival still caught your attention.

Your eyes widened, both in fear and worry at the figure.

Echo.

Jesse and Fives had complete opposite reactions to yours which you took advantage of in an attempt to shield yourself from Echo's presence, hoping he came for his brothers and not you.

"Echo, brother!" Fives was first to greet him, after all, he is his domino twin since the beginning. Echo's smile was warm at the sound of his name, going over to give Fives a handshake. You cursed yourself internally when he came over. You wished Fives hadn't spoken first since you were still patching him up because Echo would end up in proximity to you.

It's not you were uncomfortable, you just didn't want to start anything unnecessary like last time. Even if it was a while ago, anything could happen to him. Ultimately, Echo has PTSD that could be easily triggered with anything from your past. Days and days pass with the thought of 'was it a good idea to become a medic personnel for CF99?' or 'was joining the GAR a bad decision?'

You patted Fives arm gently, letting him know you were going to tend to Jesse now. As Fives was still talking to Echo, he gave you an assuring nod with a very sweet smile. You walked over to Jesse who had just rolled his eyes, smiling, "Those two should get a room."

You chuckled, "You'll get your chance, now, I need you to stay still whilst I wrap this. We don't want you getting needle injuries, do we?"

"Of course not, do your thing." Jesse relaxed the muscles on his torso, his abs slightly poking out. As you began to wrap the bacta-infused bandages around him, you heard Fives hiss louder than he did earlier. Sneaking a peak, you saw Fives' bandages come undone. You were shocked since you thought you properly pinned his bandages safely. You looked around the med-bed and luckily enough you found the pin that was supposed to hold the white material together.

You were about to quickly fetch a new needle to hold Fives' bandages once more but remembered that Jesse was still being tended to. The bacta had already made contact with Jesse's wounds so you couldn't leave him in an intolerable position to hold the fabric against himself. Just as you found a way to keep the bacta-bandages in a position so they wouldn't fall, you looked up to find Echo already tying up Fives' wound.

Mentally, your jaw hung low. Echo managed to steal a glance at you when Fives' was in his own  world, rambling about something in the Outer Rim. He saw how tense you were, like last time and your facial expressions were more than lifeless. He sighed, thinking he had no luck to even try to apologise to you right now.

Once you finished pinning down Jesse's bandages, you dismissed both Fives and him, but not saying one word to Echo. You walked over to the storage closets as the two clones left to their quarters. You tried to stall, hoping Echo would grow bored and leave.

After what felt like hours of stalling in the closet, he was sat on a stool when you came back out. The both of you made brief eye contact before it sent you in a flustered fit of heat. He stood up, cautiously walking over to you so it didn't seem creepy.

"Look, Y/N, I really am sor—" you held up your palm vertically in a stopping motion, cutting off Echo's apology. He sighed, trying a different approach, "Maybe I can make it up to you?—" you did it again, stopping him before he got another word out.

Your eyebrows drooped, forcing your eyes to close. You could sense how uneasy the atmosphere between the two of you in this room was.

You let out an obvious exhale, avoiding Echo's desperate gaze, "Please don't speak to me unless it's related to me doing my job, thank you Echo, have nice evening." his name on your tongue felt like a medical syringe was stabbed into his heart.

And just like that, you walked over to the doors to leave the medbay. Echo looked around the room, contemplating a way to say 'sorry' without really saying sorry.

He had to try again.

-

You were lucky today that AZI wasn't occupied on the other side of the medical facility. A few of the 104th battalion and 327th SC's brought in many wounded clones from missions. It felt more relaxing to do your job with some familiar faces. The variety of stories you managed to pick up from clone to clone would most definitely be your highlight. You adored their brotherhood and close friendships they had with one another.

Abruptly, the same ring from the medbay doors went off.

It was Echo.

Again.

You released an audible sigh as you were patching up Comet. Surprisingly, he was more content and observant than his brothers in his unit. Every now and then, he shared a couple laughs and inputs in the conversation but most of the time, it was pretty silent. Due to this, he picked up on your, somewhat, annoyed sigh. He wanted to resist the urge of being nosy but he couldn't help it.

"Hope you don't mind me asking, there somethin' up with y'and Echo?" you sent Comet a embarrassed chuckle. You didn't expect him to be this observant.

You lifted up his arm to loop the bandage under before settling it back down gently, "It's... complicated."

"That's what they all say." you lolled your head to the side as if you were saying 'seriously?' but in the end, you agreed in silence. You still had to respect his boundaries of Echo's past, whether something bad happened back then. Courtesy. You heard footsteps trudge behind you; they weren't very quiet considering Echo's whole bottom half is metal.

AZI dismissed the clones he patched up and from across the room, gave you a heads up at his departure. You handed Comet back his shoulder piece, helping him out of the bed to dismiss him, "Don't use that arm too much and be careful."

"Yes, sir." he waved back with his healthy arm.

You tidied up the area, ruffling then smoothing out the sheets on the bed and reorganising the medical tools on the tray. In hopes it was neat enough for AZI to approve, you went around to begin pushing the tray over to the other setup carts.

Before being able to push the tray, a hand and a scomp stopped you. Without having to look up, you already knew that it was Echo. I mean, who else could pull off a scomp hand on a human?

"Allow me," with sass, you gestured your hands forward, allowing him to push the cart over to... where?

Echo didn't even know where to go, he just wanted to help. You watched him like a hawk as he tried to play off his confusion on where to park the tray. Flustered, Echo looked back at you in a way of assistance.

Your dull expression and a finger pointed to the other trays was enough to send Echo into a blushing fit as he quickly jogged over to the carts. He turned back to you, expecting a congrats but was met with your small smirk and rolled eyes.

He was getting there. Maybe he just had to try a little harder.

-

Your shift ended 18 minutes ago but you stayed behind a bit to help clean the area so AZI could recharge for tomorrow. It was no surprise that Echo offered his own time to help clean up as well. You didn't ask him anything about how the past few days has been him assisting you in the medical room.

How long has it been? Almost a week now? You couldn't lie to yourself and refuse how the kind gestures managed to get to you. You even caught yourself with weak eyelids fluttering when you watched Echo help pack away trays for you. Luckily, Echo was more than mutual with these feelings. Maybe stronger than yours but they were there.

Echo was in the corner, carefully and generously scrubbing down the medical equipment to place it back on the tray. The space was quiet and the air was filled with a sort of comfort. You continued to stack the last of the medical files into the cabinet, neatly, in alphabetical order. The sound of metal wheels rolling along the floor gave you the impression that Echo was finished and he was hopefully not going to ask for more chores to do.

His chuckle broke you out of your thoughts. Embarrassingly, he caught you staring, "Y'need help with the filing cabinet or can you do it with the eyes on the back of your head?"

You sighed, standing more upright than usual before whipping around to quickly close the drawer, "Uh, no," you said, sternly, but swiftly changing it so you didn't appear rude, "Thank you, Echo, you really didn't have to stay."

"I wanted to," those three words that came out of his mouth shouldn't have made you go speechless but it did. He, a soldier, an ARC trooper, using his time to help in an area he's not familiar with while he could've been training, being with people more familiar, but no.

He wanted to. Because of you.

His scomp went to the back of his neck to scratch nervously. It was now or never to get his apology out to you.

"Look, I wanted to apologise for getting up in your face like that," he began, already finding the lack of strength to get the last bit of his words out.

"It was a triggered reaction, it's fine." you replied, dully. Echo felt even more guilty, knowing you've potentially suppressed your feelings about the incident. He might've overthought your response but it didn't sound fine to him.

"I still feel terrible so I tried hanging around you more," he sighed this time. "But you didn't look like you liked me around you."

28 minutes after shift time. Soon, the room would be filled with different medic personnel's for their night shift and the two of you were still stood inside, trying to make amends.

Echo continued, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay and I didn't hurt you as much as I did." you gave him a lopsided grin. He still cared about you, all this time, even after yelling at you. He even cared enough to apologise when you thought you started the ordeal. You both knew you couldn't forgive him easily but it was better to handle the apology like adults instead of avoiding it.

A breathy chuckle escaped your lips, "Let's get going, people are gonna show up soon." Echo's smile was the brightest you've seen since your last interaction. It was warm, caring, and a little silly.

The words that everyone around him described him as. You were relieved to get that side of Echo back in your life.  Admittedly, you hadn't gotten use to talking like this with somebody who was once on the opposing side.

Perhaps it's best if you focused on what's happening now than what happened then.

You never know what's about to happen if you get caught up in the past.

The past behind you.

And the past behind him.

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[skiesandflowerss]

sky, you've been inactive for a while now and that is making me worry a little. i am hoping you're okay. i remember you had exams, so i am assuming you're busy writing them. i wanted to update you about my life happenings. may hasn't been a particularly kind month to me. i have had a couple of rough draining days. and i wasn't doing great on most days. but i have something great to share too. you remember i was giving all those interviews??? so after months of patience, i finally got the results. i got into one of the colleges i was aiming for. i am so incredibly happy and so relieved. as soon as i read the mail and during all this while when i was waiting for the results, i had YOU in my mind, i wanted to share my happiness with you. so here i am, telling you that i made it there. and i am so grateful that i had you all this while. i hope you're doing well, my dearest sky. i think of you so often than you can ever comprehend. so glad that you exist. <3

Imaaa this update and you have my heart, idk but this made me smile and also brought tears in my eyes. I miss being active here and just be myself, i miss reading your write ups, i miss everything, i don't know i feel like lost these days, i have no sense of what im doing, im basically on my survival mode,

Hey, but im so so so happy for you. IMAAA YOU MADE IT. YOUR HARD WORK PAID OFF. YOUR DETERMINATION PAID OFF. Miss YOU DESERVE IT ALL AND MORE. Hope future brings you peace, happiness and lots of success. And also i hope last 15 days of this month treats you with sunshine and joy. Im really happy for you and shukriya for sharing this news and adding apologies for such a late reply.

This inbox message made my day.

Shukriya you pretty little amazing writer 🌻

i can't stop smiling 🌼🌼🌼 please take care of yourself, and imaaa you are SPECIAL 💞

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[markets]

hey angie, best friend anon here. yeah i dont mind! sorry if this is a little disjointed i really haven't talked about this before.

so she broke up with me and it wasn't necessarily a messy breakup but i was very overwhelmed when it happened so i didn't say very much and the conversation felt a little unfinished? but we were both emotional about it so we were giving each other space and she had been going through some other personal stuff and posting about it on social media. so i think i reached out just being like 'hey, i know we aren't together anymore but i still care about you, hope you're ok etc. etc.' and we gradually started talking to each other casually again.

before we broke up it was super long phone calls every day sort of thing but we were back down to like a couple of texts. we ran in the same friend circles though and this was while i was in high school, so hard to avoid each other completely anyways.

it definitely took a long time, im not even sure how long exactly, at least a year before we were really good friends and not just casual ones. especially when we had been going everywhere together and doing everything together previously. full honesty, it's rough. it's going to take time and effort to get back anywhere close to how it used to be and in my experience it has to go slow. it's absolutely going to feel awkward at first. i wanted to jump right back to how we were. i wanted the long calls back. i wanted to walk to the park on our lunch breaks again. but i guess more importantly, when i took a step back, i realized what i wanted more than anything was to be there for her. i just wanted her in my life, in whatever capacity i could have, i couldn't imagine giving that up. so i treated it a bit like a friend you knew who had moved away and come back, if that makes sense. and eventually we graduated and our friend groups fell apart and we were the only ones who stuck together. maybe it comes down to commitment? if you want that connection enough and you try your best to maintain it, it does last and get better/stronger over time.

the hardest thing i think was watching her get in other relationships. and not out of jealousy like some people might think but because some of them were really, really shitty people. and the first time that happens it will be like watching any other friend be in a shitty relationship that you can't talk them out of. except you know, quite possibly intimately, that they can do so much better. even better than you and absolutely better than these new people. and she confided a lot in me about her relationships once we were close again. which was also weird sometimes because in some ways you might see a place where you went wrong or where the new person reminds you of yourself and you'll just get this feeling that you're seeing an outsider point of view of your own previous relationship. idk how to describe it. also the first time i walked into her new house after she moved in with her current and longest gf, i felt a bit like being hit by a truck and seeing a possible timeline where that could've been me because we're very similar. but in a way that's a whole story of its own im sure i don't need to go off on. anyways this is extremely long but i hoped that something out of this helped in some way.

anon this kind of gutted me im ngl i was going to log out for the night but aside from the stuff that specifically pertains to your situation at the beginning i literally felt like i was reading something written by my future self if that makes sense. i so completely understand what you mean about wanting to speed past the awkwardness and go back to where you were and just needing to be there for the other person in some way shape or form. the thing about commitment was also reassuring bc one of the reasons i feel so rushed about all this is that i am graduating relatively soon so i dont really have the time to take idk a year off from us (i probably wouldn’t do it even if i could but just a hypothetical) or even a few months and then start building it back up to were we were. but im really committed to making this work even after we all go off to university. also i had just been avoiding thinking about the whole new relationships thing but it was still good to get some perspective on it so yeah thank you so much anon i really do wish you luck with all this

#long post #angieanswers.txt

[girlydemonbite]

Leona Smut

first smut for twisted wonderland.

Cw:Knots??

"Dont complain when it grows too big for you." Leona mumbled half asleep. "Your dumb human pussy might not be able to handle it, and im not gonna deal with you crying that it hurts. You hear me?"

You just gave him a small nod, as you pulled down his pants and boxers. He had been taking a nap in the green house once again at lunch time. And when you came looking for him you could help but notice how hot he looked. You knew it was probably a bad idea to try to have sex with him. But he was the only complaining all day in class to Ruggie how he wished there was some lion girl to bang around here. You might not be a lion but you have a hole that is fuckable.

And he didn't put up a fight when he woke up to you slowly started taking his pants off, you were kinda hoping to get farther then just unbuckling his belt before he him to woke up. But here you were with his pants off with his half hard dick right in front of you.

"Dont worry about sucking on it. We probably dont got much time left before ruggie tries and come find me, so get your shit off." He groaned.

You were lucky that you wore the uniform that had a shirt today, so all you had to do was pull down your panties. While Leona stroked his dick a couple times to get it all the way hard. The thing was bigger then you could of imagined. Just looking at it made shivers run down your back.

"Would of liked to do this somewhere else tho." He munbled to himself.

He quickly pulled you untop of him, spitting in his hand and rubbing his spit on his dick and some on the outside of your hole before lining his dick up with your hole. You had a feeling that he wasnt gonna be the nicest, but when he just slammed you down on his dick. You knew this was gonna be something else.

When you let out a semi loud yelp, he couldn't help but laugh at you a bit.

"Didn't think I was gonna treat you like a princess or something did ya?" he said as he guilded your hips up and down on his dick. "But gotta say for a human pussy, it's pretty good."

His hands on your waist were getting tighter every thrust that he made, his thrusts kept going from fast to slow. Like he was testing out the waters. Like he was trying to hit and feel every spot inside you, and even tho he was focused on that. His eyes were watching your face to see what your reaction was. What spot looked like felt the best. Honestly you would of been more embarrassed if you werent enjoying every second so much. If Leona looked at you like this any other time you wouldnt be able to handle it but right now it didnt matter. He was enjoying you. And you were enjoying him.

"Lets see what you're hiding under your shirt." He didn't even give you time to let the words to sink in. As quickly as he could he let go of your hips. Stop the movement. "I wanna see your tits." He was quick to pull your shirt off of you, and un did your bra. Leaving you just in your shirt and shoes. "Much better." He said before going back to thrusting into you. But now his eyes werent on your face. They were on your chest. He was watching your boobs go up and down with every thrust. The smirk on his face told you he was enjoying this a little too much. But you didnt really mind. Not when he was making you feel like this. It felt like he was fucking you in half. He must be a boob man cause the way his dick was going in and out of you was harder then before.

Leona let out a rough groan or maybe a moan. You werent really sure cause your moans were drowning out his noises. His dick felt better then you could of imagined but what did you expect? You mean look at him. Someone like him obviously had to have an amazing dick and he did.

"Shit, you're soaking my dick, Hopefully your juices dont get on my pants and stain them. Not that I care honestly." He pulled you closer to him before moaning into neck before giving you a few hard bites.

He was right, you could feel all your juices running down your legs and his too. Which didnt help with the noises. You sure if your moaning wasnt a dead give away to anyone, then the noises that your pussy was making would be. You just hoped lunch wasnt almost over.

"Shit." You moaned, Leona took it as he was you were close. Which he was right. But really you were starting to feel Leona knot start forming. Meaning he was almost close too.

After a few more thrusts it became very obvious that his knot was expanding. Because Leona could barely move now.

"Shit." He groaned. He was honestly hoping to pull out before it got too big. But it was too late now. But even tho it was getting harder to move he still was trying to move even just a little bit. He could help it. It felt too good.

"Ow." you mumbled, as you tried to make him stop moving but he didnt. He ignored the little whines that were coming out of your mouth.

"Shut up." He groaned as he moved on of his hand to play with your clit. "Ill try to help."

It wasnt helping the tightness that you felt inside but you were so close to cumming and so was Leona. After a little bit of him playing with your clit. It pushed you over and you were creaming on his dick. Which helped him reach his high too, filling you up with all his seeds.

You felt so full. You were sure if you were fucking anyone else all his cum would be spilling out. But his knot wasnt gonna let that happen.

You both were trying to catch your breath from your high. When you two heard someone voice.

You both knew who it was too, It was ruggie.

"Shit." Leona mumbled to himself as he quickly pulled off his shirt and jacket and placed it over you.

"Leona" Ruggie sung as you two heard him come closer.

"Go away Ruggie!" Leona shouted.

"Dont be like that Leona, we gotta get to class!." Ruggie shouted back but before leona could say anything else.

Ruggie had found you two, still stuck together. He froze and stared at you two before he started laughing.

"Oh my god! The human girl? Leona you out did yourself this time!"

"Get out." Leona growled, making Ruggie stop laughing.

"Fine fine. But when you two arent stuck anymore. Get to class."

"Just fucking go." Leona growled once again.

Ruggie was quick to turn around and start walking away, but not without one last sentence.

"I wonder if humans can have pups!"

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[lukeevangelista]

surprise baby - matt boldy

baby matt 🥺 ilhsm

anyways

no warnings, just fluff / not edited

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*i typically dont do flashbacks, but we needed one here to give a little bit of details.*

“i miss you so much. i miss you so much that it physically hurts me.”

“i know, ill see you soon, hopefully.” you frowned as you hung up the phone abruptly so you didn’t give away that you were currently in an uber on your way to kevin fiala and his wife’s home. you had reached out to jessica on Instagram, hoping she would be able to help you surprise your sweet boyfriend. you were going to stay the night with them and then one of them drop you off at jordans house, where he would help you finish the plan.

you knew matt had been having a rough time with you going back to michigan for school.

you had met him through johnny beecher, you going to the hughes lake house with him one time when the boys had met there for the summer before you returned home for the summer. you lived in michigan, but during the school year, you lived on campus to get the full college experience. you grew up a few houses down from the hughes household, so you actually knew them quite well as well.

(*flashback to the summer of 2020*)

“c’mon!” johnny whined, “it’ll be fun!” he continued, “plus some of my friends are single and you’re hot.” he shrugged causing you to scoff, “it’s a great chance for someone to wife you up!”

“i mean he’s not wrong,” his girlfriend walked up, her deciding to go with you guys, “there’s one there that is fixing to play in minnesota that i think you would like.” she grinned as she pulled your hair back, starting the braid you had asked her to do since it was going to be hot outside. originally, this had not been in your plans at all. your original plans were to go on a run and then hang out by the pool, with no one to bug you.

paula and johnny were like siblings to you. and that’s why paula didn’t panic anytime johnny called you hot or tried to boost your confidence. when it came to you guys, nothing like that ever bothered her because she knew you would never attempt anything.

you just weren’t that type.

“i mean maybe.” you sighed as she kept pulling pieces into the braid, “i dont know any of them.”

“that’s the whole point. look, you know the hughes and they’ll be there. and you know cam! hell be there too.” she kept going on, johnny joining in until you finally agreed to go.

“whatever.” you said, just to shut them up, “i’ll go.”

“thank god.” he laughed, “i’d hate to tell them you decided to bail after i told them you would.”

“you what?”

“nothing!”

——

“so glad you could make.” jack grinned as he pulled you into a tight hug, rocking from side to side.

“stop hogging her!” quinn laughed, his smile wide as he pushed jack off of you, pulling you into a hug next, “missed you. you need to come visit me in vancouver!”

“one day quinner.” you softly smiled as you pulled back. your eyes darted to luke who was sitting beside some of the boys he would be playing with at michigan, them being the freshman fixing to go in. quinn guided you through the house, you obviously recognizing some of the boys, like brendan since he had been around for as long as you could remember.

“sup baby.” brendan grinned at you as he walked up, bringing some of the others with him as he introduced them.


“still too young brisson.” you joked, knowing the two of you were around the same age.

he let out a cackle before he wrapped his arms around you, “it’s good to see you.”

“i see california has been treating you well.” you smiled, him nodding.

“oh yeah it has. its been the best summer, but im ready to get the season started here!”

you nodded as johnny walked up, pulling you away despite brendan’s protests, claiming he was talking to you first.

johnny let out a laugh as he drug you outside, seeing a bunch of shirtless boys and a couple of girls sitting by the pool.

your eyes darted towards johnny, who was now standing beside you, “are you okay?” he asked, “i dont want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“i’m fine.” you offered a fake smile, sucking in a deep breath, “it’s just weird seeing this many people that i dont know. i’m usually the one throwing the party so i usually know everyone.”


“i know, but you’ll be okay.” he patted your shoulder as he tugged off his shirt before cannon balling into the pool, causing the water to ripple and splash over the edge.

you sat down on one of the lawn chairs, placing your bag next to you before grabbing the book and the sunglasses you had brought out of it. you opened it, turning to the page that you had stopped on the night before.

if you had it your way, you definitely wouldn’t be reading while at a party of this caliber, but if you were going to be begged to come, you might as well get the summer reading you had been putting off out of the way for your literature class. classes were set to return in almost two weeks and you hadn’t done anything you had been assigned from that class, including finishing this book. you teacher had been adamant about talking about it on the first day and you definitely weren’t trying to get on his bad side on the first day.

“are you really reading at a party?” you were asked as the sun was blocked away from you, droplets of water landing on your wrist.

“hey! watch the book!” you fussed, “it’s on a loan, back up!” you said as you watched the tall dirty blonde back up.

“sorry, sorry.” he raised his hands, “anyways, why?”

“does it matter to you?” you asked, cocking your eyebrow at him.

“well- uh-um..” he stuttered out.

“i’m just kidding.” you laughed, “it’s for a class and procrastinated and classes start soon.”

he nodded, “i see. well i hope you enjoy it.” he said as he walked away.

it wasn’t long he reappeared, but he was dragging a lawn chair behind him, “i figured you could use some company, even if we dont speak.” he sheepishly grinned, “i’m matt.”

“i’m y/n.”

(*end of flashback*)

“are you excited?” she asked, her turning around to see you in the back seat, kevin driving.

“so excited. it’s been since christmas since i saw him.”

“that is quite a while.” kevin hummed as he made the turn onto the street of jordans house.

you nodded, looking out the window, watching as each house flew by. you whipped out your phone, sending a dm to jordan, letting him know that you guys were close to his house and to make sure matt wasn’t around to see kevins car.

you knew matt was moping around, complaining how he missed you, considering that was what jordan had told you over the phone call you two had a couple of days ago and the call you had with matt earlier confirmed how homesick the boy truly was.

“you ready?”

“as ready as i can be.” you laughed as you walked up the stairs, jordan opening the door quietly.

“up the stairs and to the right. he was on his computer last time i checked on him.”

you nodded, following his directions. luckily for you, matt had his back turned to you, his headphones in his ears so he didn’t hear a peep, not even the door slightly squeaking. you quickly crossed over behind him, your hands covering his eyes as he ripped his headphones out of his hears, whipping around.

“what the-“ he started before he realized you were actually in front him, “hell.”

“hi baby.” you grinned as you went to wrap your arms around his waist, his going around your neck.

“oh my god, you’re here.” he whispered into your neck, breathing in your scent, “you’re really here.”

“in the flesh.” you whispered back as you slightly pulled back, getting a view of his sweet face.

“i can’t believe it.”

“well believe it because i’m here to stay.” you smiled at him.

“wait- what?” 

“you heard me. i got a job out here and i’m officially moving soon.”

“oh my god!” he squealed, picking you up as he placed his lips on yours, “so you’re going to be out here full time?” 

“i am.”

“oh my god.”

“matt if you say oh my god one more time..” you laughed.

“i just can’t believe it.”

“well believe it baby.” you said as he placed you down, you snuggling into his chest, “believe it.”

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OMG please do cheating harry

The one where Harry cheated

a/n: this has been sitting in my inbox for FOREVER. here it is. i feel like i didn't do too good so im sorry if this wasn't up to par with the rest of my work ):

word count: 1.2k

warnings: cheating, bad words, heavy tension

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Harry was being insufferable.

(Y/N) loved him so much and understood that running his own company was exhausting but she was fed up with his short responses and unnecessary attitude.

Worst of all, it was inexplicable. Harry has had terrible days before, weeks even, and he’d never take it out on (Y/N). She just didn’t understand what was so bad that made Harry become cold towards her.

Their date nights were no longer happening since he was coming home so late almost every night. They’ve barely spoken more than a sentence sine about a month ago. They haven’t had sex since God knows when… Needless to say, (Y/N) wanted to find out what the hell was going on with her boyfriend, and most importantly why he hadn’t sought out to tell her.

Yet another night of waiting up for Harry.

It was 10 PM, (Y/N) waiting on their bed with a wine glass in her hand.

She had this whole script in her head that she’s been reiterating to herself for the past couple of hours, but she knew the moment she saw Harry, that was going to fly out the window. Nonetheless, she tried her best to keep it all in her mind, hoping he was about to arrive any minute now.

And he did.

As the new norm, Harry came into their room quietly, a small frown evident on the pillows of his lips. He barely even looked at (Y/N), fingers working to untie his tie and unbuttoning his blazer. “Hi, Harry.” She called out quietly as he finally brought his eyes to her, humming in response before his attention was fixed back on to removing his clothes.

“Do you ever plan on telling me what’s going on with you? Why you’re so repulsed by me all of a sudden?”

Harry sighed, looking at her as if she were insane.

“What are y’on about? You know I’ve just been having a rough time at work.”

“No, Harry. That has happened before, and you’ve never treated me this way. Something’s going on and I’ve given you space and time to figure it out before you come talk to me, but you haven’t. I’m here trying to pry it out of you.” Her voice was soft and mellow, not trying to sound like she’s accusing him of anything insane. (Y/N) got up, placing her glass of wine on the nightstand before standing in front of Harry, forcing him to look at her, her hand on the dresser, the other one resting on her hip.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry that I’ve been a little distant but there’s nothing happening other than work. Drop it.”

“I’m not dropping shit until you tell me what’s going on. I know you too well. There’s something you’re not telling me so I suggest you tell me now before I pack my bags and leave. I don’t deserve this. I’m way too good to you for you to keep secrets from me and lie to me. Absolutely not, Styles.”

This look came over Harry’s face. One she couldn’t really decipher. She’d never seen it before. It was guilt, pain, and relief, even.

And the thought crossed her mind at the same time that she felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. It was like she almost didn’t even need the confirmation.

“Harry…”

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t know how to tell you and I just- I don’t know how it even started but I couldn’t help it.” The frown on his face seemed permanent now, his eyes filling up with tears that (Y/N) would never believe they were real. It was only because she made him say something, otherwise he would never tell her.

Anger and pain washed over (Y/N)’s body, the worst feeling her soul has ever endured. Why her? Why her when she’s been nothing but perfect to the man she loved the most?

“You’re fucking full of it, Harry. You’re fucking unbelievable!” (Y/N) yelled as tears streamed down her cheeks, hands fisted and shoving at Harry’s chest.

“I gave you everything! I stayed here every day, catering to your every need because I thought you deserved it! I have been nothing but good to you, Harry! What the fuck did I ever do to you to deserve this?! Huh?! You piece of shit!” Her hands kept shoving him, Harry allowing her to let out her anger with a guilty expression on his face.

Harry’s hand came up to grab (Y/N)’s wrists in attempt to stop her, “(Y/N), please… Let’s just talk about it. I’ll explain.”

“No! Don’t fucking touch me! I gave you more than enough time to talk to me! Too fucking late now!”

If there was one thing about (Y/N) that was hard to break, it was her pride. She loved Harry so much, but he ruined everything. Nothing could ever fix his disloyalty to her. not when she gave him everything. Not when she would run to be the perfect trophy girlfriend just to make him happy.

“I’m leaving. Forget I ever existed Harry. We’re fucking done.” (Y/N) sighed, wiping the hot tears from her face as she walked into their closet to start packing her clothes.

“What? No, baby. No, come on. We can talk about this, yeah?”

A spiteful laugh left her lips, looking at him as if he just said the craziest thing. “Baby? Now you want to be sweet and talk? You’re delusional.” Her hands were quick to shove her clothes into her luggage messily, doing her best to keep her walls up and strong.

It was like her heart was ripped from her chest. 7 years of their relationship down the drain. Like if Harry paid no mind to the fact that they planned the rest of their lives together. All for what? It was all over, and she didn’t want to break down about it right now. Her main goal was to pick up and get the fuck out of his sight.

She could hear Harry spitting nonsense behind her, his hand trying to come to stop her but she flinched away, drowning out his words and quickly closing her bag as she walked past him and out of their – his room.

“I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again. Please, m’angel. I love you.” Harry ran a stressed hand through his hair, his feet hot behind (Y/N) as she approached closer and closer to the front door.

“We’re done. If you really love me like you claim you do, I suggest you forget I exist. Don’t even try to reach out to me, Harry. I swear I’ll make your life hell.” Her bitter words were followed by tears, her bag in hand as she rushed into her car, quickly pulling out of the driveway to finally sob and scream like she wanted to so bad.

Harry was left in disbelief, standing at the front door like he’d just been shot. Like his life was sucked out of his body and it might as well be because he ruined the one good thing he had in his life. (Y/N). All for some temporary pussy when he had his beautiful girlfriend at home, waiting for him eagerly. This was all his fault. His stupid mistake and that irreparable.

His (Y/N), now gone and taking a big part of his heart with her.

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[forever-rogue]

Feels Like Home

Summary | Bucky just seems a little out of sorts lately, so you decide to do something special for him. 

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Warnings | none

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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Bucky had been different lately. Not bad or mean or anything just...different. Off. 

No matter how hard you tried to figure it out, you just couldn’t. That left you with the only logical conclusion you could think of. 

“Buck?” you were sitting at the kitchen table, silently eating dinner as you sat across the table from each other. About halfway through your meal, you’d lost your appetite and set your fork down before pushing your plate away. That garnered his attention as he turned to look at you with a weak little ghost of a smile. You couldn’t take this anymore so you just decided to go ahead and ask, “are you upset with me?”

“What?” he set his own fork down as his brows narrowed and he gave you a quizzical expression, “what are you talking about, Bub? W-where did you get that idea?”

“Have you really not noticed?” you asked softly as he leaned closer. You could see that there were darker than normal circles under his eyes, and he just looked...tired. Exhausted even. He shook his head slowly as you sighed lightly, “you’ve been different. We’ve been different. Did I...did I do something? Are you going to break up with me?”

“I...no - never. I would never break up with you, Bub,” he insisted, wondering where all of this suddenly came from. You just shrugged lightly as tears pricked at the back of your eyes and you focused on your plate, “I love you, you must know that.”

“Then why have you been pushing me away?” your voice was small and shaking as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Bucky made a small sound in the back of his throat as you swiped at the wetness before looking back up to meet his eyes, “the past couple of weeks, I just feel like you’ve been shutting me out. If I did something, please just tell me. I just want you to be okay - for us to be okay.”

“Bub,” he slowly stood up and walked to your side of the table before sinking down on his knees, turning your chair towards him with no effort. He reached for your hands and gently took them in his, his larger ones easily engulfing yours. You held back a sniffle as you met those ocean eyes you loved so much, “I’m not upset with you, or anything. I’m sorry, so sorry if you think that’s what’s going on. I love you a little more every day - this is...it’s just been rough lately.”

“Is everything okay? Are you alright, Bucky?” you dropped one of his hands and brought yours to his face, gently stroking his cheek. He closed his eyes and keened lightly into your touch, “what’s going on?”

“I just...this feels so silly,” he admitted softly, “but sometimes I’m just reminded by how out of place I am. I’m a hundred and six-year-old man in a modern world. It feels...odd sometimes.”

“Oh Bucky,” you whispered softly. You couldn’t lie and say you understood what he was going through or feeling, but you’d always be there for him. That much you did know, and he knew it too, even if there were times that were harder, “I’m sorry, my love. I know it must be hard sometimes, I can’t even imagine, but I’m always here for you. You can tell me anything, even the most mundane thing. But you do belong here - you belong here with me, and Sam, and Sarah, and everyone else. You’re right where you’re supposed to be, even if it doesn’t feel like it. If there’s anything I can do to help, whatever it is, just tell me, okay?”

“Yes,” he whispered softly, giving you a gentle nod before he took your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm, “I love you. I’m sorry I’ve made you think anything but. It’s not you at all...just me.”

“Hey,” you put your hand under his chin and tilted his face up towards yours, “I love you, James. Always.”

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It was an interesting thing to be with Bucky. He was a man that, if you didn’t know any better, was very much a man of the times. He dressed, acted, and felt the part. But underneath it all, you knew there were times when he was still left in amazement or awe. You’d say something and he would look at you with that expression. 

But now that you knew better, there were times when you could see something flicker across his face. There were times when you could sense that he was missing something. Even if he didn’t mention anything. 

So when you saw something interesting cross your social media feeds that piqued your interest, you came up with a plan. You hoped he would like it - it wouldn’t be much, but you hoped it would be good enough either way. Maybe a little surprise for your lover was a little push in the right direction to get his mood up a little bit.

Whatever happened, you were willing to try. Anything to put a smile back on his sweet face. 

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The whole apartment smelled of delicious cooking; you’d been hard at work for the last several hours, attempting to perfect this evening’s meal and dessert for him. You weren’t a huge natural when it came to the kitchen, but you’d watched enough TikToks on how to make meals you knew were a part of his childhood and practically committed them to memory. 

You’d turned on some light jazz that you knew he’d like - and you did as well - swaying slightly to the music as you worked on finishing everything up. Everything did look good, and you hoped that he would like it. If nothing else, you knew he’d appreciate the effort. You could do something as simple as pour him a cup of coffee in the morning and he’d be over the moon. The man really did love you more than you thought was ever possible. For once you wanted to turn the tables around and make him feel as special as he always made you feel.

“Bub?” Bucky’s soft voice surprised you so much that you almost jumped out of your skin. You were putting together a salad and had been so focused on chopping and singing quietly along to the music that you hadn’t even heard him come in. You turned around and gave him a giant smile before almost running over to him, “what’s all this? Smells good.”

“James,” you whispered softly before gently touching his face and carding your hand through his hair, “you’re home just in time. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he promised softly, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, “what’s going on?”

“It’s just...it feels silly now, so don’t laugh,” you insisted as he raised an eyebrow at you, “I wanted to do something special for you.”

“For me?” he asked softly, immediately overwhelmed by the idea that you went through any trouble for him. You bit your lip and shyly nodded, “what for?”

“I just...you mentioned you’ve been having a bit of a hard time lately and I wanted to do something special for you to maybe make it a little better,” you admitted, as you took his hand and pulled him further into the kitchen, “now, don’t get too excited because it’s nothing super special but I hope you’ll like it.”

“You gonna tell me what it is, Bub, or am I going to have to guess?” he asked softly as you realized you hadn’t exactly told him what was going on. You pointed to the various dishes on the counter and food still on the stove that was warm and ready. Bucky looked around and inhaled the familiar smell of the foods he had grown up with back during his childhood. A lump welled up in his throat as his heart felt like it was about. You were beaming at him, waving your hands in a small ‘ta-da’ motion, “you did all this for me?”

“I did,” you admitted, “hopefully the recipes are somewhat real and the food somewhat good? There were a few things that left me wondering what the hell you guys were eating back then! But...I just wanted to do something to make you feel a little more, at home? I dunno. Like I said, it’s not much, but it’s a little something.”

“I love it,” he admitted softly as he turned to you, his blue eyes soft, “I love you. This is...this is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.”

“Wow,” you whispered as he pulled you into his arms, “that’s saying a lot for a man that’s been through hell and back multiple times. You sure about that, James?”

“I am,” and then he kissed you. Softly and slowly, wrapping his arms around your body as he held as tightly as possible in his arms. You threw your arms around his neck as you held him back, “no one has ever seen me like you do, has treated me like you. You are everything. I love you so much. I’m sorry I ever made you doubt for even a second.”

“I love you too, James,” you whispered as you pulled back and cradled his face in your hands, “so much more than you’ll ever know. I would do anything just to see that sweet smile back on your face. Even if it’s something little like this.”

“Little?” he asked, looking around at the mountain of food and dishes you’d prepared, “by the looks of it, this took you some time!”

“Okay...maybe most of the day,” you admitted, “but it was worth it. You are worth it, my love.” 

“As much as I want to eat of all this, will you do me a favor first?” he asked softly, taking a step back and admiring you. It was funny, how he still managed to make you feel this shy and nervous, even after being together for years.

“Anything.”

“Dance with me?” he asked as you realized you still had the music playing in the background. You laughed lightly but nodded, taking his outstretched hand and letting him take the lead. It was quiet for a while, the only sound was the gentle music and the soft whispers of adoration you exchanged, “I love you, Bub.”

“I love you, James.”

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[kat-got-lost]

hi cool im the anon that asked if you wrote for ND readers with tics and stuff like that, I was wondering if you could do headcannons with Poly DT, Wilbur, Ranboo, and Tommy (Last two platonic ofc) taking care of the reader after they injured themselves after a complete tic attack, if that makes any sense? I hope you have a wonderful day!

anon,,you read my mind i literally had this planned but didn’t know how to start,,mwah ily ur so great :) /p 

different dsmp members taking care of reader after a tic attack

poly!dt, wilbur, platonic!ranboo, platonic!tommy x gn!reader (seperate) warnings// mention of tic attacks genre// fluff, comfort  format// headcanons 

(A/N: i personally get tics from things like ADHD and anxiety so i wrote off my own experience, i was debating reader’s tics being because of Tourette's but decided against it since i don’t have experience with that :)

poly!dt 

i feel like they would all try and help you avoid tic attacks

like, if you have specific triggers like stress, loud noises, overwhelming environments, etc, they would try their best to keep you away from them 

but obviously sometimes things happen so tic attacks are bound to happen 

dream would try and stabilize you

if you asked him he would hold your hands to try and suppress your tics 

if you don’t like to be touched/don’t like people trying to suppress your tics he would take you to a safe place, like the couch or the bedroom

he lets you do your thing while whispering comforting words 

after you’ve calmed down a bit he offers you a bottle of water and checks for any injuries 

he cleans, treats and bandages any cuts, scrapes of bruises you may have gotten

after he turns on a comfort show or some soft music and take a nap with you

george at first would freak out, but once he learns what to do, he mostly just comforts you and takes care of you

he’ll let you calm down and like dream takes you somewhere where you can’t hurt yourself very easily

he’ll distance himself a bit so you have time to calm down

once you’ve calmed down and motion to him that it’s okay to come closer, he’ll start cuddling you and whispering sweet praises and comforts in your ear

he’ll ask if you need anything, normally gets you a bowl of your favorite fruits to eat while he tends to any injuries you might’ve gotten

sapnap is probably the most panicky, he has a rough idea of what to do but it still scares him a bit, he hates seeing you in any kind of pain :( 

if you’re in a public place he’ll take you to a quiet space or to a bathroom, but if you’re at home he probably doesn’t move you in fear of making anything worse

he’ll loosely hold you, letting you calm down, interfering by gently holding your hand back a bit when you start to tic a bit too hard

once you’re completely calmed down, he cuddles into you and asks either george or dream to bring the first aid kit 

if you happen to have a tic attack when you’re around all three of them you won’t be left alone

someone, normally sapnap stays with you, making sure you’re safe and trying to help you calm down

someone else, normally george is getting things like the first aid kit, water, fruits, snacks and bringing them to wherever you and sapnap are

and someone else, normally dream is preparing the bedroom, fixing the pillows and getting your favorite show on so you can immediately just relax and calm down when you’re back there

overall they all take such good care of you

wilbur

the first time you go into a tic attack he gets so scared

doesn’t really know what to do, and is scared you’re gonna end up hurting yourself 

he asks you what you need, scared if doing something that might make it worse

after a couple times Wil finally gets used to what to do

it does still scare him and make him a little anxious but he’s much better at helping you now

depending on how bad it is, he’ll either sit there and rub comforting circles on your back, or he’d pull out his guitar and play soft sounds to ground you

after he’d get you some water and tend to any wounds you might’ve gotten

he presses kiss over any bruises/cuts you got and just rests with you for the rest of the day 

ranboo (platonic)

he’s prepared, he has a general idea of what to do

i feel like he’d be super educated on this, and he’d also make sure to ask you what you needed when you had a tic attack when you first mentioned your tics in the early stages of your friendship

he sits with you and takes you to a warmer/colder room depending on your preferences, he sits across from you and tries to help you steady your breathe and ground you

after he makes sure you’re okay he takes you out on a walk, probably to a park and he messes around with you

once you get back home you guys make snacks and have a movie marathon 

tommy (platonic)

he literally panics so bad

he’s just like “uhh fuck fuck what- what do i do-”

he takes you to a quiet place and drapes a blanket over you

at first tries to get you to breathe with him, trying to steady you

once you’re a bit calmer, he starts making jokes, trying to make you laugh 

gets up to get water and snacks 

once again panics when he sees that you ended up hurting yourself, probably gets something like and ice pack or calls wilbur for help

like ranboo he’ll probably take you on a walk, tommy would take you to like an ice cream shop to try and distract you and cheer you up

once you get home you guys go back up into his room and either mess around on minecraft or watching some tv 

aaa this has been sitting in my drafts for like forever, it’s 2am, i spedran this so im sorry that ranboo nd tommy’s r short :( working on some other requests!!

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[littlemisslipbalm]

“your turn”

Harry Styles was a romantic. He hated weddings. Rori Williams was practical. She hated weddings, too. How could she deny a man who had just drunkenly confessed his love for her at a wedding? Even if it was completely and totally untrue.

A story of two semi-strangers to lovers with weddings, drunken confessions, and girls with two names.

gif has nothing to do with it but he looks fancy and i like it :) tpwk

Hi! this is for @meetmeinfleetwood to lovers fic challenge! and it’s a little cruel of me to post it today after those wedding pics came out but i have been working on this for awhile and tomorrow’s the deadline so if it’s too soon im sorry and if its just what you need enjoy! I used prompts 12 and 15! It’s my first ofc story which is a little strange for me but i wanted to use a name for this, but besides her hair and eye color and a name she’s pretty generic,,, idk thank you all for always reading and all of that. lmk what you think and reblogs are always really appreciated

Word Count: 9.3k | Warnings: drinking, swearing, implied? smut (couldn’t bring my heart to write any my apologies), harry being a silly drunk, mentions of being afraid of someone taking advantage of someone under the influence but ofc no! actual any misconduct -- a SITCH wedding!!! so cute ::))

Harry Styles was a romantic.

He loved love songs that professed their undying love for their significant other. He loved romance movies, rom coms especially, because they were happy and in love and he got to cry and laugh all in one. He loved writing his own songs about love and he loved spreading the idea of loving and treating others with kindness. He loved first dates and the relationships that sometimes sprouted out of them. He loved reading books about love and how to make it last. He loved poetry that waxed eloquent about love. He loved love.

He hated weddings.

Well, he hadn’t always hated weddings. In the beginning, they were like every other aspect of love, he loved them. But slowly, as he kept receiving announcements of engagement and wedding invitations and he kept not sending out letters of his own, his aversion grew.

Sure, he still loved going. He still wept for the happy couples when they committed themselves to each other. He still clapped profusely and danced to the dj or live band. He still tried to enjoy it. But with weddings he had a nagging sense in the back of his head reminding him that he still hadn’t found it yet. Each of his relationships had fallen short in some way as to not lead him to this destination. So when he sat at his assigned table at these various gatherings, he held a bit of apprehension, a bit of envy, about everything going on. He knew that his smiles were all a little forced and his laugh not quite genuine. His thoughts always managed to be controlled by his green-eyed monster that he always attempted to keep locked away. But at weddings, especially when the alcohol started flowing, he had a harder time controlling it.

Seeing all his friends getting together, getting married, and having children wore on him. Wore him thin more than he ever let on to anyone but his therapist. And his therapist couldn’t seem to give him a better answer than to be patient and not give up hope.

By 2021, Harry had decided that maybe he was just meant to be alone. Love was something he could admire, but it wasn’t meant for him. He could chase it, but it would never let him have it. He was unlucky in love and by Sarah and Mitch’s wedding in the Spring, he had come to terms with it.

He had even been optimistic for it, being Mitch’s Best Man and all had gotten his hopelessly romantic heart all aflutter. He was introduced to Sarah’s Maid of Honor, Renee Williams and she had been lovely. She was 31, a little older than Harry - but age wasn’t something that deterred him, and she had worked with Sarah in Los Angeles before Harry recruited Sarah for the band. They were best of friends and Sarah had known for a long time that Renee would be her Maid of Honor.

When Harry met Renee, he was sure that she was meant to be his person. She was beautiful and hilarious, her beauty mark at the side of her lip was so utterly unique he called her a “right Marilyn”. She insisted she was not a Marilyn Monroe type at all and had laughed. Harry had charmed her with his expert flirting and claimed that just because she was a brunette didn’t mean she was a Marilyn. She had smiled and bantered through the rehearsal dinner with him at her side. He was entranced, it had to be Renee, he had been so sure of it.

When Renee had walked down the aisle just before Sarah, Harry had been sure of it. When Renee had smiled at Harry as Mitch slipped on Sarah’s wedding band, Harry had been sure of it. When he had hooked his arm around hers as they walked down the aisle and into a foyer, Harry had been sure of it. When she laughed at his jokes while they waited for their wedding party photos to be taken, Harry had been sure of it.

When Renee walked up to Harry at the reception with another man wrapped around her, Harry wasn’t so sure of it anymore.

“Harry, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Corey,” Renee smiles giddily between the two men.

Harry’s eyes widen slightly at the word ‘boyfriend’ and he swallows harshly before blinking and putting on a sweet smile. He thrusts his right hand out for Corey to shake.

“Hullo, mate,” Harry says happily.

Corey greets Harry, extending his hand to meet Harry’s with a warm smile and a “how are you”. Harry laughs boisterously and takes a sip of his champagne flute. They shake hands with a firm up and down motion.

“Planning on getting really drunk,” Harry says in response to Corey’s question. “Have a great night, you two,” he finishes and stalks off for a refill.

Renee watches him go with a little bit of a confused look on her face. She sees him tilt his head back and finish his drink before turning to face her boyfriend and peck his cheek. She mumbles to him, “He’s a really nice guy, wouldn’t stop chatting my ear off the past few days. All these people must make him antsy.”

He nods back to her, “They must.”

Harry sidles up to the open bar, discarding his empty flute and exchanging it for a much stronger drink.

“Tequila. Neat...Please.” He sighs and runs a hand through his curls that are slowly becoming less and less coiffed. His fingers slide to the collar of his shirt and tug, attempting to loosen it a little.

“Rough night already?” Someone asks from beside him.

His face turns to them and sees a smiling brunette. Her eyes are big, larger than most eyes he’s come across. They’re brown with tinges of gold and green, likely making them hazel by her standard since most people prefer saying hazel eyes to brown. Her smile is bright and clean and if Harry hadn’t already heard her speak he would assume she was American from that smile. It was perfect, too perfect - the teeth both straight and blindingly white.

He raises his eyebrows at her and thinks about his response. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, leaving them parted, but he remains silent when the bartender hands him his tequila. Harry wraps a specifically less ringed hand tonight, he had forgone his ‘H’ and ‘S’ rings as well as the rest of them actually on his left hand. His right hand still had two: the large flashing lavender gemstone encrusted in a gold casing from Stevie Nicks on his middle finger and then a clean gold signet ring with little crosses on the sides on the adjacent ring finger. Every other finger was noticeably empty. So when he picks up the glass there is no familiar clink which draws the attention of himself.

The woman doesn’t pay any attention to his hand, she’s still waiting for him to respond to her question, as well as waiting for her other drink to be made. She was taking advantage of the two drink system and getting two for herself right now, so she didn’t have to come back until much later.

“You have no idea,” is how Harry decides to respond and then turns to leave. He forgets about the woman and sits at his assigned table for his entire drink, talking casually with the people who come to speak with him.

When he's finished, he goes back to the bar to order a second tequila. He thinks about the girl who had stared at him with her big brown eyes. How she had seen him and thought to ask how his night was when it seemed to be going to shit. And how he had blown her off with barely a glance. God, he could be such a prick. After he receives his drink, he forgets yet again and continues to drown his sorrows in the golden liquid that helps him numb the pain that he had once again missed out on his fairytale love story.

The girl Harry had run into sat in the corner of the ballroom for the majority of the night. She settled on just having that first round of drinks for herself and one glass of obligatory champagne during the toasts. Other than that, she had promised herself she wouldn’t get drunk and go off with a random stranger. This was not a wedding for that. This wedding couldn’t be for that. She just needed to keep her head low and try to have a semi-pleasant time.

When she was nursing her champagne through the toasts, the man at the bar caught her eye again. She knew who he was. He was the Best Man after all. Sarah talked about him a lot, even Renee after the past few days, but seeing him at the bar had been the first time she’d ever seen him up that close. It was strange, he was so human. So tangible in that moment. His shoulders shook with each breath he took. His fingers tapped as they waited for his drink. His green eyes blinked and darted around as he took in his surroundings and even looked at her. He simply was and it had startled her to see him in a slightly bewildered state at the bar, but again, she wasn’t one to judge.

Get through the wedding. Try to have a semi-pleasant time.

It was time for the Best Man’s speech. Renee had just given the Maid of Honor’s and now Harry was up. He stood up and wavered a little as he tried to stand up straight. The neat tequila likely makes his stance a little harder to maintain. Mitch looks up at Harry at his side and smiles fondly.

Harry raises one hand in an awkward wave while the other is planted firmly on the table.

“Hullo,” he starts, “I’m Harry and I’m the Best Man, but I’m sure you knew that already.”

The entire group of guests laugh wholeheartedly, taken by the talented young man.

“To start,” he stutters, his words slurring slightly from the alcohol he’s had, and his smile slithers into a smirk. “Let’s hear it for the bride and groom, the lovely Sarah and Mitch Jones!”

Queue the laughter again. Harry laughs too when Mitch slaps his arm playfully, he turns to look at him with a mock ‘what did I do wrong’ expression.

“I had a speech written out, took a week to write, made it nice and poetic for these two lovebirds, but it seems I’ve misplaced it,” he pats at his pockets and sighs before rubbing his forefinger at his bottom lip. “I hate weddings.”

Everyone laughs again, thinking he’s joking. Harry grimaces but it passes as a smile even though she can tell it doesn’t meet his eyes.

He rambles on for a few minutes about love and commitment, how this is just the beginning for Sarah and Mitch and everyone laughs at the appropriate times and just when he’s wrapping up, successfully stumbling through his messy mind, everyone begins to clap.

“To the happy couple…” queue applause, but she sees him say something else, it’s drowned out by the crowd cheering and clinking glasses again.

He sits back down, downing his champagne glass that’s been refilled twice already during the speeches. Mitch leans over and whispers something in Harry’s ear as he twists a hand through his hair. Harry shifts away from Mitch and gives him a look, telling Mitch that he’s fine.

The party goes on, a few more speeches, a few more glasses of champagne for Harry, a few more sighs from the girl in the back of the room.

She watches the first dance of Mitch and Sarah but once that part is over she slinks off. She’s got half a drink left and all she wants is to be alone. Tired of the party, tired of the people, tired of having to try to have a good time. The Rowland-Jones Party had rented the entire place out, so she wanders out of the main room and down a hallway until the music is a faint buzz in her ear. The air grows colder as the amount of people dwindles from over a hundred to one.

There’s a door to her right that has an intricate golden handle that she pulls down on. It opens quietly onto a similar ballroom that is slightly smaller than the one the party was going on in. It’s quiet and spacious, her steps echo as she enters on heeled feet. The clicking of her satin stilettos resonate against the linoleum. She walks to the center of the room and turns around herself, lifting her head to the light in the room. An ornate chandelier is still above her, it’s the same gold as the handle that let her in. Her eyes travel to the walls that contain swirls of gold as well, everything was encrusted in gold and splotchy vintage mirrors. It was beautiful and she saw herself in the reflection of one of those splotchy vintage mirrors and actually felt beautiful in that moment.

No one else saw her but herself and she thought she was beautiful, a fleeting thought as she watched her body move. No one to watch as her reflection swayed with her. Her lavender dress swished back and forth, the end of it brushing around her ankles. The tulle fabric climbed her torso, cinching at her waist and draping over her breasts. The sleeves fluttered over her shoulders and ended midway down her upper arm. The somewhat sheer material made her tan skin look all the more carmely in the golden light of the chandelier. Her pendant necklace was silver and glinted in the light as it sat evenly over her exposed clavicle and decolletage.

In the corner opposite of the door there was a single table with three chairs. It seemed whoever was meant to put things away had grown tired and left these out. She wasn’t complaining as she crossed the floor to take a seat. It was the perfect escape. It was quiet and not too cold in the room, which was especially nice since she had left her jacket in the coat room. What wasn’t so nice is that her phone had died and she had nothing to do in the room. It wasn’t horrible though, she had wanted to be alone with her thoughts. She just feared what would happen if she sat alone too long with no escape of the internet to drown those thoughts.

That contemplation was squashed with an unwitting solution not ten minutes later. She had been sitting at the table, sipping her drink occasionally and staring at the chandelier. Sighing with content that it was finally silent beside the clink of her melting ice cubes. The house mixed drink was strong, but with each passing second it grew more and more diluted. She considered herself completely sober.

She only questioned that when she noticed a second person in the room. She hadn’t heard them open the door, but she heard their loud footsteps shortly after.

He all but stumbled in and was entranced by the chandelier like she had been. He walks to the center in a similar fashion and twists around, only this time his balance isn’t as good as hers. He ends up on his ass, legs splayed in front of him and hands behind him only cushioning his fall a little. He lets out a huff, “Fuck.” He runs a hand over his face before bringing it down to look around the room again. His eyes are foggy with alcohol, everything hazy and slightly blurry. It feels like he’s moving with superspeed but as she watches him with a tilted head she wonders why he’s moving so slowly.  

He squints while looking around after a moment, running a hand through his thoroughly tousled hair. His tongue comes to wet his lips, but this time it's for a touch too long like he’s genuinely tasting the liquor on them. She raises her brows, observing him, her presence seemingly unknown.

“Oi, you!” He slurs the words and points lazily at her reclined in her chair. “Are you real?”

She half smiles and replies with a simple ‘yes’.

“I like your dress,” he says merely like he was stating a fact rather than giving a compliment. His hair falling into his eyes again despite him just pushing it back.

“Thanks.”

He makes his way to standing, his process rather ungraceful. He twists onto his hands and knees and begins to push himself up. He slips once before making it to full standing, he sways slightly and looks around again like he’s forgotten why he stood up. His eyes land on her again and he decides to make his way over to the table.

“You should probably sit,” she says, watching him splay his arms around him to keep his balance. She had seen him an hour and a half ago and he seemed fine, but now he seemed absolutely and utterly pissed.

“Thanks, mum,” he says as he thunks into the seat beside her, his hand waving off her suggestion.

Her brows raise at the slightly rude comment, but she leans back in her seat still observing him.

“Why do you hate weddings?” She asks once he’s settled and has his head propped up with one of his hands. She takes a sip of her drink as she watches him scan her face again, trying to see if he recognizes her.

His mind must come up empty, a vague memory of the bar slipping away without a second thought.

“It was a joke,” he shrugs.

“No it wasn’t,” she replies easily.

His eyes narrow and he leans forward a little shakily, “Who are you?”

“Aurora.” She licks at her own lips, a stray bit of liquid lingering on her lips.

“That’s a Disney princess name,” he says, unconvinced, how most drunk people were when you told them the truth.

“And my great-grandmother’s and mine,” she responds, a grin playing on her lips as she watches him think it over. “It’s wild how multiple people can have the same name. Did you know people can share a last name as well?”

He leans back in his chair now, unhappy with her snarky response.

“Isn’t that why we’re here, two people joining together and sharing the same last name now?” He threads his fingers as he speaks, mimicking something coming together.

“Yep,” She perks at the question he poses. “You still didn’t answer my question.” Her brows raise once playfully.

“What?” Harry seemed to have lost the plot, his fuzzy drunken brain choosing to forget the first thing she asked him while in this private ballroom of theirs.

“Why do you hate weddings?” She repeats, louder and with emphasis, the words echoing this time.

“Oh,” he looks up to the ceiling and blows air past his lips harshly, “S’ a long story.”

“We got all night,” she offers, and raises her glass to her lips once again.

“A night wouldn’t even cover half of it,” he ponders seriously, his mind reeling. “I’d rather talk about you.”

“Why me?”  She laughs like she’s just received the most delightful surprise.

“Because,” He starts and then sits quiet for a moment before leaning forward, elbows on the table as he peers at her, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“You only just met me,” she responds. “Not to mention, you’re drunk as fuck, Best Man. Just minutes ago I watched you stumble in here and truly fall on your ass.”

“Then tell me about yourself and I’ll explain my hatred for weddings.”

“You’re awfully good at bargaining for being this inebriated.”

“I never lose my charm, no matter how pissed I may be,” he smirks and gives a sloppy wink, hair falling in his face yet again.

She scoffs, but she is rather amused and intrigued by the man beside her. His tie now completely loosened, hair falling every which way, and his green eyes set on her. The shiny shoes he wore slipped around on the ground as he shuffled his feet below him like a child wanting to go play. She figured it was just his drunk brain trying to amuse himself or something. How could she deny a man who had just drunkenly confessed his love for her at a wedding? Even if it was completely and totally untrue. She at least had to entertain the foolish notion that maybe he actually was interested in getting to know her. If anything, it would help pass the time until she could go home.

“I’ll bite,” she relents.

The smirk doesn’t leave his face, it only widens, “Only if I can, too.”

“I wasn’t saying-”

“Shush, sh-sh-shush. I know that,” he holds a hand up at her, trying to get her to be quiet. He sways again, even in his seat he looks as if he could fall over at any moment. She wondered if he might not remember this tomorrow. “I was bein’...” he licks his lips in a pause, “suggestive.”

She laughs again, knowing his sober brain probably would have chosen a more articulate and suave word since ‘suggestive’ was rather tactless and more straight to the point. If she learned anything from all the conversations she overhead about him, Harry was definitely one for tact.

“You were something, that’s for sure,” she wraps a hand around Harry’s wrist, she draws the hand down from its hovering state and lays it against the table again. She withdraws her own hand back to her glass, her drink almost completely gone now.

He smiles, pleased with himself, but unaware that his charms had worn off with his exorbitant amount of alcohol consumed. At least on this girl they weren’t working. She had never been attracted to people who were too drunk to help themselves and she always hoped that’s how others felt too. She was thankful he had stumbled in on her rather than someone who didn’t feel the same way. It made her sick to think of what someone with evil intentions might do if they came across a babbling drunken version of Harry. Pushing those thoughts away since that wasn’t the case, she decided to pat his hand once just in reassurance to herself and him that this was really happening.

“I’m twenty-five.” She states.

Harry nods, a small smile on his lips now rather than a smirk as he watches her again. He liked how smoothly she moved rather than the rest of the world in his drunken eyes, everything else was choppy and fast. She was elegant and fluid, calming even.

“I love love,” Harry says, eyes remaining on hers, no trace of a joke in his tone, “And it hates me.”

“That can’t be true,” she squints at him, a frown gracing her face for a moment at the sadness she sees in his watery eyes. Not crying watery, just watery from his drunken state.

He says nothing, waiting for her to offer more information about herself before he says anything else. This was the deal after all. She quickly realizes why he isn’t responding and sighs, conversation with drunks was tedious already, but Harry seemed determined to make it even harder.

“I’m from California.”

“They always are,” Harry mutters to himself. He ignores her hum of a question, asking what he just said with a simple sound. “All my friends, they’re either getting married or they’re already married and got kids on the way or whatever. They all found love and I’m just here with fuck all.”

She sincerely doubts what the drunken man is telling her right now, but she knows how to play the game now to get more information. “I hate my job,” she states.

“Sometimes I feel like I'm cursed, like I fucked up one too many times and now I’m doomed to never find love.”

Her eyes widen at this, he sounds so damn sad and she wishes she could take his pain away. She knew what a good guy and she couldn’t imagine why he would deserve to feel this way. No one deserved to feel like they weren’t worthy of love. His sad state truly almost brought her to tears. She’s there in a stunned silence and Harry is confused why she hasn’t said anything more about herself. It was her turn.

“What’s something else about you?” He asks, his hand fiddling with itself on the table. She notices once again that there aren’t as many rings on his fingers as what she thought was usual.

She licks her lips and reaches her hand forward. She grasps Harry’s fiddling hand and stops his movement. “I feel sorry that you feel this way, no one deserves the kind of pain you’re inflicting on yourself. I’m very very sorry for you, Harry.”

“That’s not really…” He trails off, losing his focus on her face and instead looking at their hands touching. The feeling is so intense in his buzzing body. Her touch was so calming compared to the electric feeling in his body. It felt nice.

“Can I ask you a different question and then I’ll tell you something no one knows about me?”

He nods eagerly.

“And you can’t dodge the question, you really have to answer it, okay?”

“Okay.”

“What did you say at the end of your speech? It got drowned out by applause, but I saw you say something.”

“You noticed?” He asks kind of surprised, then scratches at his eyebrow. He sees her slight glare and knows to get to his answer. “Asked when it’d be my turn…like to fall in love, y’know.”

She sighs, saddened yet again by his words. “Okay, well, here’s my secret... I hate weddings, too.”

Harry’s eyes light up, maybe he really was in love. She purses her lips and pulls back from him.

“I think you’re my soulmate,” he breathes out, again making a false confession. His drunken brain wants it to be true. He’s desperate for his search to be over, for her to be his person.

She smiles that same sad smile that she keeps getting when he says these sad things to her.

“I assure you, I am not, Best Man.”

He looks at her confusedly. She was beautiful, she was clarity to him. Her brown hair was straight with a little wave in it, like it was straightened for the occasion but never truly that way otherwise. It flowed around her head and shoulders, but she had it tucked behind both ears. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone, she just simply was beautiful. Her sun tanned skin looked soft under the golden glow and Harry was sure she was an angel or something.

“Why not?” He insists, leaning forward.

She stands up from her seat. He follows clumsily behind her, standing as well. He was still taller than her even in her high heels. He smiled like a lovesick child down at her, his eyes as big as the moon. She bites at her lip as she sees him look at her so lovingly, so misguidedly. Then she leans up towards his face, up on her tiptoes and past his lips. Her hands hold him straight with them curled in his suit’s lapels. She presses a sweet and gentle kiss to his cheek, closer to his jaw than anything.

“Good night, Harry,” she whispers against his skin before pulling away.

His eyes flutter open, his looks at her confusedly, slightly unaware that he had closed his eyes at all.

“Good night…” He had already forgotten her name, something with an A...or was it an O? He’d have to ask Sarah and Mitch about the girl who had talked to him in the empty golden ballroom, the girl he had fallen in love with. He was certain. She was the one - if only he could find out her name. If he remembered this at all or if he just thought it was a dream.

She leaves the room before him and as she leaves she wonders if she maybe should have made sure he was alright, but she figured their talk was sobering enough. The night was ending and she had a sneaking suspicion that there were plenty of people here tonight looking out for him.

-

Harry forgot about the girl in the ballroom. Or at least he wasn’t sure if it was a dream or reality. He had woken up at Tom’s place where he had said he would stay after the wedding reception so he hadn’t gone home with a girl. He couldn’t remember her name so he couldn’t really ask anyone about her and he didn’t exactly have a lot of people he could ask. He wanted to ask Sarah and Mitch, but they were already off on their honeymoon and he was one of those people who would never bother a couple on their honeymoon. He was too embarrassed to ask Renee and anyone else for that matter.

So, instead, he forgot. Harry forgot about her for three weeks until Sarah and Mitch returned. He had called them for a hike and lunch the moment their plane had landed. He had missed some of his best friends. It was a lull in the year, where he wasn’t touring or in the studio, just living and writing when he felt like it. So maybe he was in need of some inspiration.

“Ah! The Jones’!” He exclaims as he walks up to their parked car at the head of the trail.

Sarah laughs and Mitch rolls his eyes, half-heartedly since he’s just as happy to see Harry as Harry is to see him.

“I missed you,” Mitch says as he brings Harry in for a hug.

“Don’t let the missus hear that,” Harry tuts while he sends a wink over Mitch’s shoulder to Sarah.

“It’s all he could talk about for the past few weeks,” Sarah jokes as she goes in for a hug with Harry. “How do you think Harry is? Hope he’s eating? I miss Harry.” She mimics Mitch’s voice.

Mitch shakes his head shyly, a smile spreading on his face after a moment. “That. Is not true at all,” he assures Harry, “But you do look a little thinner. What have you been eating?”

Harry elbows him with a grin, “I’m fine. Been bored so I’ve just been filling the time with working out.”

They start their ascent up the hill and into the canyon. Mitch nods, his worry for his friend subsiding momentarily before he says something strange.

“I’ve been wanting to ask, but you’ve been gone, about a girl at the wedding.”

“Oh?” Sarah gives Mitch a knowing look.

“Yeah, well the thing is, I’m not sure if she was real or not. I think she was real, but I was so drunk, there’s so many bits missing in my memory.”

Sarah and Mitch both laugh. “You were very drunk, H,” Mitch confirms.

Harry ignores him, “I even asked her if she was real and she said yes, but y’know people can lie in dreams. All I remember is she was amazing and she had a princess name, I think.”

Sarah thinks about the guest list. “No princess names that I can think of. What did she look like?”

Harry squints ahead of them, his sunglasses pushing his curls back on the top of his head. “She had straight brown hair, not long or short. She said she was, uh, twenty-five. She was in lavender, I think.”

“You think a lot,” Mitch interjects which earns him a glare from Harry.

Harry thinks about this part that he remembered vividly, how she had been so confident that he wasn’t. He adds, “...And I told her I was in love with her.”

“Oh god, Harry,” Sarah sighs.

Mitch gives Harry an apologetic smile.

“She didn’t buy it, but she didn’t run off either. We talked for awhile.”

“Maybe it was a dream,” Sarah says.

“Okay, let’s see,” Mitch grows to be the leader of the investigation, wanting everything for his best friend to find the love he knew he deserved. “Twenty-five year old brunettes at our wedding who are single. C’mon there weren't that many people there.”

Sarah thinks about it again. “Renee’s sister is twenty-five. I don’t remember what she was wearing, I hardly saw her all night,” she pauses, “Which is strange since she wasn’t on the job for once.”

“What do you mean ‘on the job’?” Harry asks curiously, remembering his girl saying she hated her job.”

“She’s a wedding planner,” Sarah says, glancing at him because she was almost sure that Renee’s sister was not who Harry was talking about. “But she had referred me to someone else for the wedding, she consulted sometimes and got us a discount, but said she didn’t like working with people she knew personally.”

Harry nodded, how could Renee’s sister be his girl? How could a wedding planner hate weddings? And wouldn’t it be all the more awkward if the girl was Renee’s sister? Renee’s little sister, could it be? He had no clue.

“I don’t think it’s her, though,” Sarah gives a half-smile, “She’s not super...uh, how do I say this?”

As Sarah says “touchy-feely,” Mitch interjects.

“She’s pretty cold-hearted. She’s relatively nice, but what makes her such a good wedding planner is she doesn’t get caught up in the sentimentality of it, she just understands other people’s emotions and knows how to make them feel amazing.”

“That’s a little harsh,” Sarah looks at Mitch with a strong glare. After all, he was talking about her best friend’s little sister.

“Well, what’s her name?” Harry insists, semi-off put, but knowing her secret made him think it was possible for Renee’s sister and his ballroom girl to be the very same.

“Rori Williams, think it’s short for something else, but I don’t know, as long as I’ve known her she goes by Rori.” Sarah gives Harry a sad smile and it reminds him of his mystery girl.

“Do you think I could meet her or something? I just want to know if it’s her.” Harry says as they reach the first peak on their hike. He looks out at the view from there, Los Angeles was green for once, but he knew it would quickly fade to brown and tan as the spring plants died off again from the summer heat.

“Pretty sure she’s off working on some destination wedding right now. She doesn’t like being bothered when she’s working,” Sarah gives Harry a look for two reasons as she says that. One, because she knows his next question would be to contact her anyway. And two, she’s saying how he is exactly the same, hates being contacted when he’s busy with work. “I can text Renee to see what’s up.”

Harry nods, “Please…” He begins to imagine Rori as his ballroom girl and mutters to himself, “A June Wedding…” getting lost in a silly little daydream.

-

“Harry Styles is asking after you,” Renee snickers over the cellphone line.

“What is this? The 1800s?” Rori sighs, as she holds the phone to her ear with her shoulder. She tries to brush her hair from her face with a flick of her head, which makes for a rather silly sight as her head and shoulder move awkwardly. “People don’t ‘ask after’ anyone anymore.”

She was in Hawaii, Maui specifically, steaming a sneaky last crinkle out of the latest bride’s wedding veil.

“Well, he still is doing it. You know how he is.”

“I actually don’t,” Rori responds, easily, ignoring the memories of her two encounters with him. “What does he want?”

“Wants to meet you or something,” Renee says easily. ���Thinks he met you at Sarah’s wedding, obviously impossible since I know you scampered off half way through the reception and he was falling down drunk at the half way marker as well…” she trails off.

Rori knows her sister well and expects the next thing to come out of Renee’s mouth.

“Oh my god! Did you hook up with him?!”

Expecting this, Rori responds quickly and calmly, “No, we did not hook up, I would never... I did watch him fall on his ass, though.”

“So it was you!”

“What was me?” Rori squints her eyes at her sister over the phone and finally straightens from her steaming task. She feels like she’s only half paying attention to the conversation, especially since she had no intention of meeting up with Harry. He had been so sweet and sad, and she truly wished him the best, but she knew she wasn’t the answer to his problem.

“You!” Renee all but yells into the phone, “Are his dream girl! He’s been wondering if you were even real for weeks.”

“I’m real,” Rori sighs and crosses the room she’s in to sit at the desk she was using as a work space. She flicks through the planner she was using for the Hearst wedding, set to take place tomorrow. “But I’m certainly not his dream girl...I told him that when he said he was in love with me.”

“He what?!” Renee exclaims and hears her sister sigh once again, she knows Rori is growing tired of the conversation and is ready to offer an excuse to hang up any moment now. “Nevermind that, I’m going to tell Sarah to give him your number and the date you get back to Los Angeles. Keep next weekend clear.”

Before Rori can open her strawberry pink lips to reply, Renee is squealing a goodbye and hanging up. She felt her shoulders sag with the empty line, she reclined into the nicely plush swivel chair. This is why she stayed out of love and relationships when they didn’t relate to work, they were exhausting. Too much ‘he said, she said’ going on at all times. Color palettes, seating arrangements and menus were simple, they made sense, they could be arranged and put into place. Relationships were messy, the actual event of a wedding could even be messy, but when she planned them out, for a single moment everything was orderly and simple. She was in control. She knew she couldn’t be Harry’s dream girl because she knew she couldn’t control that situation.

-

Upon arriving back in the continental United States, at the end of June, Rori ubered immediately to her apartment in Silverlake. Well, it was a converted garage behind a house of a friend of Renee’s. Like most apartments in Los Angeles, it was funky, but it was Rori’s until she decided where she wanted to move. She never wanted to buy in LA and she never wanted to upgrade from the place she had called home for the past four years.

Almost immediately after dropping her pink work tote bag and worn backpack on the floor next to her medium sized navy suitcase, her phone rang through the ‘Do Not Disturb’ setting with an unknown number. A New York number. Possibly a new client, she picks up quickly and shuts the window-paned door behind her. The days were long, the longest day of the year had almost arrived, yet the sun was still beginning to set in the sky and turn the light blue into a painting of oranges pinks and purples.

“Hello?”

“Is Rori Williams there?” A British voice asks, almost timidly.

“Who’s asking?”

“...Harry.”

“I was told you’d be calling or something along those lines,” she smiles to herself.

Harry sat in his room, chewing at his lip, still unsure if the voice on the other side of the phone call was the woman he had talked to previously.

“Can we go for a drink sometime? How’s tomorrow?”

“Someone is quite enthusiastic.”

“It’s just...I’m trying to figure something out.”

“So I’ve heard,” she chuckles slightly.

“So you won’t tell me whether you’re the girl I talked to at Sarah and Mitch’s wedding will you?”

“What would be the fun in that?”

“So it’s a right Cinderella, if the shoe fits situation,” he mumbles, slightly to himself, but she hears him clearly.

She laughs.

“I don’t really care for Cinderella, I’m not really one for Disney princesses at all, actually.”

His breath catches, a foggy memory of something having to do with princesses tries to break into his mind. He couldn’t remember still and he vowed time and time again that he would never get that drunk again. Too much time lost.

“Alright, Harry. I’ve just gotten home from a work trip so I’m planning on a bath, some wine, and some terribly raunchy TV to get my mind off of my life. How about you pick a time and a place for drinks and hopefully I will show up? Great! Goodnight.”

She doesn’t wait for a response, just clicks the red button that hangs up the phone and goes on with her professed plans. Harry sits in stunned silence for a few moments, whatever he had gotten himself into was going to be a ride of a lifetime.

-

At a quarter past six, Harry sits anxiously at the bar top of a semi casual, semi fancy, totally cool bar he loved. It was private so he wouldn’t be bombarded with people, but it was still lively enough that it wouldn’t be dead silent if conversation lulled between him and Rori. That is, if she showed up.

His foot begins to tap, ever so persistently against the silver footrest at the bottom of the bar. His eyes shift from right to left, not wanting to order a drink before she arrives, but also not wanting to wait much longer and not order a drink. He’d waived off the bartender twice already.

She walks in, right on time, Harry had just arrived early. Her lips part into a happy smile at his anxious stance at the bar, he mirrors her expression at the sight of her.

She’s wearing a billowy white button down, the sleeves cinching perfectly at her petite wrists, cinched beneath a brown corset-like tank top. Her breasts showed their true size today in this outfit. She had the collar pulled out and the corset made it so that her cleavage was perfectly sculpted just beneath the crisp white cloth. Her pants were sleek and black, understated to draw more of a focus to her top as well as the lavender jewel inlaid pendant hanging just above the swells of her breast. Harry’s eyes dipped to that level for a moment, but quickly recovered to focus on her face. The night of the wedding had been blurry, but he was sure Rori’s face was the one of his mystery girl.

He’s shy tonight and a little more reserved than last time. He’s out of his comfortable bubble, what could anyone expect from a man so constantly watched. He fidgets with the top most button of his shirt that was buttoned and thinks about unbuttoning it to reveal a little more of his chest, but he refrains. At a friend’s wedding he feels safe, but in public he’s always watching, always aware of the possible prying eye. But like he had said drunkenly to Rori, he always maintained his charm, no matter the circumstances.

“Lavender was gorgeous on you, but this…” he gives a graceful sweep of his hand to gesture at her outfit tonight, “is extremely enchanting.”

“So you remember me in lavender? I thought you couldn’t remember me at all.” She grins as she stands directly beside him, similar to the first time they had chatted at a bartop.

Harry clears his throat at her tease, “I knew once I laid eyes on you, I would know. So now I know.”

She smirks at his reasoning and orders a vodka cranberry, both not wanting to get off her ass or look any certain way. Vodka cranberries were acceptable mature drinks, but not overly pretentious in any way. Harry tells the bartender to make it two. She looks at him with a discerning eye.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” She asks as she slides into the bar seat that seems to be trying to look vintage but was likely made no less than five years ago.

Harry sits too, more easily since his legs are longer than hers. “We met in the ballroom for the first time, did we not?”

“No...we met at the bar in the reception room.” Her hand splays to feel the stone of this counter, cold unlike the wood of the previous one. “We were about this close after you’d rudely stepped ahead of me and ordered before I could...not that you noticed. I asked if you were having a rough night and you pretty much dismissed me.” She bites her lip as she tells him the story, her eyes widen as she watches the distress roll over his features at what she says.

“Oh god,” One of his hands reaches to grab her hand to emphasize his apology, “I’m so sorry, that’s so rude. I was having quite a rough night as you would eventually see.”

He stares at her face, trying to meet her eyes, but she’s glued to the sight of their hands intertwined. He was so smooth and it was making her melt, making the walls she had purposefully put up for this date weak. She had rules, especially for guys like Harry - not that there was anyone that compared to him in her life, but she had them and she knew she couldn’t just be swept off her feet by his sweet voice and gorgeous face that has the most puppy-dog look on it.

She knows she shouldn’t but the extra ice she had added to her personality melts away, her eyes going slightly moony as she watches him visibly relax again. “No worries, I enjoyed your company upon the second meeting, even if you didn’t even remember my name after it.”

“Well,” he finally catches her eye, “That’s where I have a bit of a bone to pick.”

“Oh?”

“You didn’t tell me your real name...gave me some fake name I can’t even remember, but it certainly wasn’t…” His eyes shift to her pendant again and he looks back at her brassy eyes in the bar’s lighting. “If your name is Rori Williams, why is your pendant an ‘A’?” He says slowly, another foggy memory trying to break the surface of his knowledge but still failing.

She finally feels in control of the situation, calm and assured of herself, which was maybe unfair since it seemed Harry really had a hard time remembering that night and she could really fuck with him if she wanted to, but she wouldn’t - couldn’t - with those earnest eyes looking at her.

“I told you my real name the first time we talked, Harry. It’s Aurora,” she retracts her hand from beneath his grasp and touches at the necklace, “I go by Rori both socially and professionally, but officially it’s Aurora and this had been my great-grandmother’s. I don’t go anywhere without it.”

“Almost as beautiful as its wearer,” he smirks, his gaze stuck on her face, attempting to convey something specific. She thinks she knows what he’s saying with his look.

“You’re quite the flirt,” she rolls her eyes playfully before specifically choosing to take a sip of her drink through the little straw the bartender had put in it. It draws Harry’s attention to her lips, and after a moment they were wet with a bit of excess vodka cranberry and Harry felt himself grow a little hot at the tips of his ears when her eyes meet with his. She had caught him staring, but he recovers easily.

“I remember telling you I never lose my charm, it’s true is it not?” Harry inquires, head leaning closer to her as he takes a sip of his own drink, making a show to lick his lips after removing them from the edge of the lowball glass.

Her laughter is loud but not overbearing, Harry thinks it’s the best laugh he’s ever heard even if she’s laughing at him. She’s true in that laugh, she’s not trying to make him fall for her with that laugh, it’s just her enjoying herself.

She responds with something sweet and the two begin the back and forth of a successful date. They both drink around three drinks as the night persists, but it’s enough for her to feel the burning pull inside the pit of her belly for Harry. His hands stay relatively to himself besides a few subtle touches at her hair and hands every so often, his feet are the ones to blame. At one point in the night, he hooks his loafer covered foot around her ankle and she is quick to lean into it, reciprocating the footsie with ease. Each brush of his leg against hers is electrifying, every nerve in her body was beginning to go crazy. She was buzzing in a way that she hadn’t when she had first encountered Harry. Tonight he was more suave, but with a tinge of timidness that made him irresistible.

Harry made sure he wouldn’t get drunk tonight, ordering only as much as Rori. He didn’t want to be the fool who couldn’t remember their time together, again. Plus, he didn’t want to forget any of their time together, he wanted to remember it all. Everything about her was amazing, the feeling he had about her, the nagging desire to meet her was for a reason, he was sure of it. If her voice was a melody, then she was the most beautiful love song he had ever heard.

At 11:30, he leans in close to Rori, his nose brushing at the hair tucked at her ear and asks her if she wants to leave. She looks at him confused, the warm feeling in her stomach falls because she thinks he wants to end the night.

“Oh,” she says dejected, she swore it was going well. “Right..That’s it.”

Harry’s brows crinkle at her sad face.

“No, love, I was saying,” he raises his brows, “Y’know.”

“Oh! Right! You just sounded so...I don’t know, serious.” She sinks in her seat, realizing her presumptions had been wrong.

“I was trying to be,” he twists his lips trying to find the word, as blush rises on his cheeks. “Seductive.”

The two of them are quickly realizing they can’t pretend with each other. Rori can’t keep up the harsh facade against love with him, he sees right through it. Harry can’t play his old tricks with her, she sees right through them.

She laughs again, “Well, it just sounded like you were bored. Sometimes your moves fall really flat.” She offers a sweet wink in consolation for his failed attempt at trying to really get her weak in the knees.

They were a lovesick mess together as they clambered off their bar seats and exit the bar that had gotten increasingly loud.

“So what’s next?” She asks on the warm summer night.

He steps closer and takes the liberty of fiddling with the strap of the corset she has on. His head is tilted down as he towers over her. “You know me Rori, I’m a hopeless romantic so I desperately want to take you out for dinner sometime and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but,” his breath fans over her face now as he shifts impossibly closer, “I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me. Just tell me what you’d prefer and it’s all yours.”

Her breathing has become a slight pant as his words wash over her. His nose brushes over the ridge of hers and she takes the moment to put her hands on his shoulders and pull him onto her. They were in the alleyway beside the bar, away from prying eyes except a few people too drunk to recognize Harry's face that is all but hidden in Rori.

“Harry,” she breathes, her eyes fluttering shut as she makes the decision to cross them into the point of no return. She wants this too much. She hadn’t thought this would be how her night would go, thought she would brush him off and never see him again, but god, she needed his warm body everywhere. Needed him to touch every part of her.

“Rori,” he responds.

“I want the second one first,” she whispers, feeling a little too eager, but feeling Harry press excitedly against her reassures her.

His lips press a searing kiss to her and she makes a sound of happiness at the contact. Her hands fist at the fabric of his shirt as she presses her lips feverishly back onto his. Harry’s quick to grip at the back of her neck and the small of her back, keeping her tight to him as he licks into her mouth.

“Can still taste that last vodka cran,” he notes before kissing her again.

Their tongues rub against each other, sloppily but with a tenderness hidden there as well. She snorts at his words which makes him smile and they’re kissing is becoming more silly as they try to contain their laughter. He pulls away, finally giving up trying to maintain the kiss while they both laughed.

“Would you like to come back to mine?” Harry asks as he leans his forehead against hers.

Rori’s eyes flicker open and stare into his, the focus only on his eyes and the sprinkle of light freckles and beauty marks below them. She nods her head, making his move with it. They both smile, trying to contain their laughter once more.

She presses her lips against his once more for a small peck and then lowers her head into the crook of his neck. The skin warm and smooth against hers as she whispers happily to him.

“It’s your turn now, Harry,” Rori says blissfully.

She had been the answer to all his questions.

-

#to lovers fic challenge #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fan fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles x ofc #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles smut

[botboots]

tough day [optimus x reader]

soft boss-bot time. little vent thingy that i started writing a couple days ago - recent shit happened and this actually really helped ground me - if you’re going through a rough time rn i hope this at least gives you a little break from everything :)) didn’t proofread this so if anything seems off im sorry warnings: low self-esteem, self deprication, vent word count: 905 (GN reader) continued under the cut

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You trudge into the base, the heavy metal door closing behind you with a groan. The sound of your sneakers tapping against the hard floor echoes throughout the warehouse as you make your way across the hangar. The noise is abruptly cut off when you reach one of the couches, your bag sliding off your back before you slump into the couch with a huff. 

Before you can even try to get yourself comfortable on the stiff furniture, heavy footsteps echo across the building. Well, if you can describe a forty-ton walking hunk of metal simply as ‘heavy’.

Angling your head back, you’re met with a set of blue optics looking back down on you. It takes you a moment to plaster on a slight smile, obvious fatigue dragging your brain.

“Hey.”

Optimus’ metal brow quirks upward, and for a moment you think you see slight concern glint the leaders face. But he simply nods to you, making his way to his designated station and busying himself with one of the terminals. One of the few moments of peace he gets, and he uses it to work.

You expected nothing less of him.

“So, where’s the rest of the crew? Bee said he’d take me with him for patrol.” You ask, settling deeper into the (very uncomfortable) couch. Usually you would be nervous talking to the prime, but you don’t particularly have the energy for it today.

“My apologies, but I’ve already sent Bumblebee on his patrol. He may not be back until later.” he answers distantly, mostly focused on the work in front of him, “However I do not think it’s wise for you to go with him either way, it may put you in danger – and you cannot exactly defend yourself from Decepticons.”

You frown, lowering your gaze. Alright, so the one thing you were looking forward to after your ultra-shitty day was just blown out the window. That’s fine. Who cares? Totally not you.

”(Y/N)? Are you alright?” Optimus’ voice shakes you out of your thoughts, making you glance up at the Autobot leader who was currently pausing his work- wasting his time to check on you.

Pushing another smile to your lips, you wave him off, “Yeah- yeah, I’m fine, dude. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?” his blue gaze hardens, almost scrutinizingly, as if he could see straight through your words. Which, in all honesty, isn’t that hard to do when it comes to you. You’re more surprised to see that he’s choosing to linger on the topic.

Sighing, you already want to end the conversation before it goes any further, “Look, I just had a bad day, alright? Happens to people all the time - and you’ve got more important stuff to do than waste your time worrying about some stupid fucking human.”

Optimus stiffens, and you immediately regret opening your mouth at all. You go to apologize, but the cybertronian interrupts.

“(Y/N), your welfare is just as important to us. If I have made it seem otherwise-“

“No, you haven’t, that’s not- that’s not what I meant.” Guilt worms its way into your chest. “You’ve treated me fine and whatever, I’m just- not used to it, I guess? I don’t fuckin’ know-“ Now your voice is beginning to strain, and you duck your head to avoid Optimus’ piercing gaze - almost as if it would tear you in two you should you so much as glance at him. You hear him ex-vent, and the sound of metal clunking against the floor greets your ears, growing louder until you can safely assume that he’s standing close. Still you refuse to meet his gaze, muscles tense within your now hunched form. All the stress packed into your tiny, miserable body is evident.

“…Sorry.” You mumble.

“There is nothing you need to apologize for.” He speaks softly, the seemingly constant hum within it allowing your body to lose some of its tension.

“But there is.” You counter, dejected gaze finally meeting his face, “I always end up ruining shit for other people because I can’t just keep my damn mouth shut – I always waste people’s time.”

Silence engulfs the hangar. He places an open servo next to you. Hesitantly you climb into it, and the prime lifts you to his shoulder as he stands. You stumble onto it, having to grip the metal collar so you didn’t slip off as the metal giant makes his way out of the building. Warm desert air hits your face as the two of you step out.

cba to finish this properly but heres what happens

Just sits outside with you and neither of you say anything

Eventually he speaks up and hes like “I value you no matter what you think of yourself. I am here for you, and you could never waste my time.” Something along those lines, yk

You start crying a little bit but he doesn’t mind whatsoever, knows you’ve probably been bottling your shit up for a while and needed this

After a while (like ‘a couple hours’ while) he asks if you’re ready to go back inside

“Yeah, I think so.” You still feel like shit but he at least helped you open up about it

Before you both head back in though you tell him to wait and you’re kinda just like. “Uh, thanks… I really needed that.”

“Any time.” With a little soft smile that only Optimus can give and you almost start crying again then and there because wow you’ve experienced this a lot less than you should

#oops #sorry if this was too personal #i tried to leave it as open as possible #also this is supposed to be set in bayverse but?? it makes zero sense #transformers #transformers bayverse #transformers x reader #transformers optimus #optimus prime x reader #transformers optimus x reader #transformers x reader comfort

[thestarsanctuary]

hi! I was hoping you could do a Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki and Kirishima (separate) with an s/o that has Tourettes, preferably they/them pronouns please. I hope you're having a good day <3

Of course! I was gonna take a break in the middle of my (unspoken) break aka me being lazy, but this request was so nice I- I had to 😔✋🏾 it was definitely the heart. It got me.

MHA BOYS WITH AN S/O THAT HAS TOURETTES

TW FOR ODD LOOKS AND STARES/BULLYING(ISH)

BAKUGO

Bakugo wasn’t really sure when he first met you about why your head was twitching or why you were repeating the sentences Aizawa had said sometimes, as he didn’t know you had tourettes. He never even spoke to you like the others did so you never had the chance to tell him until Kirishima did.

When you two started dating he started seeing patterns of when you would get to stressed and start jerking or spouting out random things you heard from youtube videos, he did his best to make sure you knew he was there for reassurance, whether it was a hand on your hand or just pure presence.

There were times when you would have ticcing fits and he would have to sit and rub your back and watch you, and in those times you realized he really was there for you.

He likes to do this thing where he rants on about things he doesn’t like to try and distract you- I’m not sure how he has so much he doesn’t like but every time it’s a new odd topic....sometimes it can literally be something like how he hates trees because when it’s fall he has to rake up the leaves and you have to say

“Bakugo they literally help you not die.” It really is a mystery sometimes how he’s so smart.

Sometimes you can be a bit upset with your tics. It’s not that you’re insecure or that you’re ashamed, but they’re difficult to deal with. The control that you could have isn’t there and that’s stressful in and of itself, and in those moments Bakugo realizes the best thing he can do for you - is make you understand that you are just like the rest of the class and the rest of the people in the world.

“Listen it doesn’t matter if you’re different because to me you’re still cool, you’re still funny, you’re still incredibly sarcastic and while I don’t enjoy that for the most part- you’re my extra regardless of whatever you feel. Get that bull out of your head.”

I mean, he wouldn’t date anybody less than the best.

MIDORIYA

Midoriya is the predictable character in the relationship. He researched about Tourettes and what he could do in times when you needed him, I mean he’s not perfect but he’d rather know something rather than nothing.

You tended to be the one who was more of a risk taker, and sometimes your tourettes got in the way of that- which could frustrate you to no end then causing harsher tics like hitting or yelling, and those were the times Midoriya tried to get anything too dangerous either out of your hands- or just out of the way so you didn’t get hurt, he was smart with it.

Other times he could be too much for you, almost treating you like a kid so you had to remind him that you know and understand precautions, but that you also want to live like everybody else and that is nothing short of your business.

You’re favorite activity with him was when he would help you study because he made it so fun for you. It could be hard to pay attention in class sometimes and do your work after school so Izuku would come over and assist you. He would make sure you guys took breaks and that you understood the topic at your own pace.

“Izuku can you like- give an example?”

“Well it’s just kind of- wait what is an example-“

In many situations Midoriya LOVED holding your hand, like he did it at any time, any place. It was something he thought wasn’t too much in public and it was reassuring for you both. When you’re tics got too much you could squeeze his hand, and other times when he wouls get anxious or something would happen he would squeeze yours. It was cute and handy!

There were instances when Midoriya definitely had his mistakes with your tics and how to deal with them but he was willing to take his time and learn because who would he be without his perfect person stayin’ by his side?

KIRISHIMA

Kirishima is probably the most sympathetic with your tics because he stay prepared for them. It’s never been like “Kirishima can you” but it’s always been more like ‘Kiri how do you always know’ and there’s never been an answer that he gave other than ‘I gotta stay ready for my lovely lover~’

Kirishima likes to do this thing where he goes “neck” after you have a rough day with your tics and with massage your neck for you or your back, depending on how your tics were. He likes takin’ care of you, and it’s not like he doesn’t know you can’t take care of yourself because hey, you didn’t get into 1-A by being a pushover.

Sometimes you’ve had times when people in school just aren’t all that accepting and Kirishima will clap back unprovoked.

“Sometimes I think about how sad you have to be to make fun of them and dang man, you got a therapist?”

Other times you’ll basically respond for him, like I said, you can DEFINITELY take care of yourself.

Whenever you’re in the car or on the bus on a trip in the case that you’ve gotten real excited (which is natural being around your boyfriends and your friends at the same time) he’ll play this playlist he made of your favorite songs and sing to distract you. Does he sing well? That wasn’t the question- but he does sing, only for you though because the other students keep dissing him.

He has a reflex of rubbing your back during free period or at lunch. I don’t think this is relevant but it’s something super adorable, and sometimes he just gives you his hand to look at and play with when you have anxiety as well to keep you calm.

Also irrelevant but other times he’ll facetime you before you guys go somewhere and ask what to wear because he wants to match with you, and it’s so cute because you could lie so hard and he’d believe everything you say.

You two are kinda a power couple like- you both can hold your own but also are such nice people, good job makin’ the rest of 1-A feel lonely guys.

TODOROKI

Todoroki is a simple guy. He doesn’t want to overcomplicate things for the most part because “why would I act like your guardian, if I’m literally your boyfriend” and that’s that.

He tends to try and keep you calm, as it’s something pretty simple for him, he knows a bunch of tactics for distractions or when those are obsolete, he’ll just sit there with you, and maybe rub your back or get a water bottle for when it’s done, he just never wants to do too much because he knows your capabilities, and he knows your limits.

He is also a large hand holder. Mostly because he doesn’t like the idea of PDA for the most part, and he doesn’t like leaving your side either, because you’re very comforting to him. It’s a given we all know he needs love and comfort please.

There have been times when people look at your because of your tics in public and Todoroki has had to give a little glare back because of the disrespect being blatantly put out. In rarer times you will both glare at the same time, those are the coolest moments of you as a couple.

Shoto doesn’t really care much for your tics only because he’d rather just make sure you’re ok then watch Avengers rather than treat you like a child if anything, and that’s because you told him first that you wanted a boyfriend not a babysitter (speakin’ facts) and at first he didn’t understand and he thought you didn’t want his help but soon understood otherwise.

Some cute things I like to think of are that he likes to put on your favorite songs when you’re anxious and try to dance for you. It’s not good- let’s start with that, because he’s kinda...stiff, but the attempt is absolutely adorable (and oh so funny).

Other things are he likes to call you cheesy nicknames when you’re cuddling because he likes your reactions everytime, because according to him, yeah he said it himself, you are very adorable when annoyed. Don’t @ me!

Overall he just loves spending time with you whenever he can, you’re truly a safe-haven for him.

EL FIN

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Alright tourettes is a real thing y’all, so I didnt make this rainbows n cupcakes bc im sure that’s not always how it is.

If anything in this is offensive or too much for somebody I can take it down and re-do it! I’m not too sure how it is bc it feels kinda repetitive but we’ll see I guess, and thanks to the person who requested my day was fine thanks 😩✋🏾.

I also included some things I like to do (play with hands and listen to music) because i have anxiety and I known that can worsen tics and can also come with tics (a lot of ppl with tics have adhd, anxiety, or some sort of disorder along with it)

- SS <333333

#bnha #bnha x reader #tourettes #tourette syndrome #mha x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijiro kirishima #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #midoriya x you #midoriya x reader #kirishima x reader

[tastyykpop]

Can you make a smut + angst jealousy fic for Ten or Jeno please~ thankiee

I hope this was okay. I made it a best friend au if u don't mind🙈

ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀs

Pairings: bestfriend!ten x reader

Genre: smut, angst

Warnings: jealousy, slight d/s themes, slight choking, marking, possessiveness, unprotected sex, creampie, rough ish sex

"What are you doing here?" Ten asks walking into the living room where you sat watching tv. "Thought you had a date with that guy?"

"I did, but he called it off again." You mumbled.

"Again? Isn't this like the hundreth time? What a joke." He plops down on the couch next to you.

You side eye him, ready to question the attitude but chose to close your mouth instead.

Shrugging with a sigh, you bite your lip, "Its nothing. Hes probably busy." You knew that wasn't the case. The two of you were all over the place, it was either you guys flirted and went on dates like couples or he ditched you to do something with his friends and side chicks.

You were basically his fling that somehow dragged on for months. And ten couldnt stand it. Seeing you get beaten down and crushed like an egg made his heart sink. But to be honest, it wasn't like he minded the extra attention. Once you and that guy started talking, you were dragged out of his life and hardly talked to him unless it were times like this or when you bragged about the dude, and if he was lucky, a sleepover that came once in a blue moon. Ten probably shouldn't have felt this way, but he couldn't help his jealousy. He wanted what the guy had. He wanted you.

"Give the bastard up already." Ten says, "All he does is break your heart like its his favorite hobby. Then he has the fucking audacity to get back with you like nothing happened. Open your eyes, y/n, he's not good for you."

You grimaced, looking up at his uncharacteristically fuming face, "You don't know him like I do. He's good to me."

"Oh cut the shit. Stop being so naive."

Glowering at the man, you shake your head, "Im not naive and its not my fault you don't like him."

Ten sighed, "Jeez you can be a bitch sometimes."

"Excuse me!?" Your brows furrow, "Ten, stop acting like a dick. Why can't you support me and my decisions? You always find something to complain about with your overprotective ass."

"He treats you like shit, thats literally all he does and I have to sit here and deal with it." Ten growls.

"Then leave i don't fucking care."

Ten snorts, "Youre kidding. You're gonna push me out of your life just because I'm calling someone out. Well I got a newsflash for you babe, thats not how life works."

"As if youre any better." You mumble, thinking ten couldnt hear you. But you were very wrong.

"I dont have to do a thing to be better than that motherfucker." Ten glares before leaning closer to your face, "I could treat you better than he ever did. Like a fucking goddess, but no, you chose him."

"Youre so fucking annoying, ten." Your eyes met your best friends. This was probably the biggest mistake you've made. So many years you never bothered to say anything about your small crush on ten, afraid it may ruin the friendship between you two. But knowing its mutual, you could practically hear your heart crack. Those wasted months could've been months spent with ten, but they weren't.

Ten stared back into your hurt eyes with no expression except frustration, "Good i can keep going. I could write a whole essay on this loser."

"Ten, shut the fuck up! I'm tired of your fucking voice!"

Immediately ten stops talking. Though hes still frowning like an angered child who didn't get their way.

"God, you can be so frustrating at times." You say.

"Frustrating?? Whats frustrating is you being him and not with me." Ten says, breaking his short silence as his face was still inches away from yours.

Your back is just about touching the arm of the couch, tens breath fanning your face softly making your face heat up ever so slightly.

"Seeing him kiss you, hold you-makes my blood boil more than you think." Finally your body was pinned to the couch, ten just barely hovering over your lips, "Im going to make sure he knows who you belong to after tonight."

You yelped as you best friend clashed his lips into yours, much rougher and desperate than you thought he'd be. His hand snaked up your thigh, grabbing and kneading at the skin before he moved it to your hip, loving the small sighs against his lips.

"Youre so desperate," ten mumbles. He swipes his tongue just over your lips as you find yourself chasing his lips, staring at the string of saliva attached. "I finally get to have my desperate little baby." Your pants were off in a matter of seconds along with your panties. Tens fingers already taking in your soaked cunt as he lifted his two fingers up in front of your face, smirking down at you. "Already dripping too. Can't believe you thought about going out with him when you have me."

"Never knew you could be so jealous." You tore your gaze off his arousal coated fingers. "But I'd wish your shut up about it."

Ten sucks his fingers clean before leaning down to bite your neck, earning a gasp as you tilt your head to the side for him. "Dont push it."

"Can't help it." Sighing at the feeling of his teeth sinking in and the small hickeys he's giving you, you reach up to tangle your fingers through his hair, "Youre mad and jealous just because of some guy."

"Not just some guy, babe. A fucking douche." He lapped over the bruises he created on your neck. The purple and blue color was a work of his own art and he wasn't afraid to show it off to anyone and everyone.

"He was nice."

He arched a brow, "Dont lie."

Soon enough, both of your clothings were discarded. Nothing could turn back whatever was going to happen now, and surely not ten who had his hand wrapped firmly around your neck, squeezing the sides tightly but still enough for you to breathe. And as crazy as it may seem, he loved seeing you gasp and wrap your small hands around his wrists.

You moaned at the sudden fullness at your core, the stretch making your back arched a bit off the couch as you pushed your hips into his. A hand carefully placing itself on your hips, but not bothering to push it down or keep it in place.

Ten wasn't going to waste time, he was already thrusting into you at a reasonable set pace where you both moaned, you being louder than he thought.

"You like it?" Ten chuckles to himself, "Of course you do because I know how to fuck you good." He sent a particularly hard thrust just to hear you scream in pleasure. Your nails clawing at his back causing ten to hiss, throwing his head back.

"Youre the worst." You call out, digging your nails further into his back, sure there will be cuts the next day.

He choked you harder, eyes rolling back from the adrenaline rush, "But you love this cock so much, love how I call you mine and not his. Fuck, I should just fill you up over and over again with my cum." You moan at his words, ignoring that stupid grin on his face, "Want me to fill your pretty pussy up, kitten?" Nodding frantically, you gripped his wrist with both of your hands, feeling your orgasm coming closer with each thrust.

"Feels s-so good." The couch screeched against the wood floor as ten pounded into you with no mercy. Each vein of his cock made your walls tighten around him as you got near. " 'm gonna cum."

As if he couldn't move faster, ten surprised you when your body banged against the armrest, desperate for you to cum around him. "Cum, baby. I wanna feel your cum."

You didn't need to be told twice. Everything came rushing out of you an instant, body shaking as ten continued with stuttering thrusts before he finally released inside you, mixing your cum together as he slowly fucked it back inside you, finally pulling out.

"Stay away from him for God's sake." he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. "Or dont, I wouldn't mind him seeing the mess I made."

#the ending is unedited #im in the middle of liking this and not liking it 😀💔 #nct #nct smut #nct angst #nct 127 smut #nct 127 #nct u #nct 2020 #nct dream #nct dream smut #wayv #wayv smut #wayv angst #ten smut #ten lee #wayv ten #nct ten smut #nct ten

[miss-melon]

Hey!! Can I please request Mondo with a fem! Reader who's in the midst of depression and struggling to look after herself. Thank you so much💕💕

Absolutely anon, I know this struggle personally and I want to make sure I do this request for you. 💕

REQUEST: Mondo with a fem! S/O who has depression

‼️TW: DEPRESSION‼️

“Ugh...” you mumbled as you woke up. The time has come for you to start another miserable day on this godforsaken planet. You grunted and just sat down in your bed for what felt like hours. You didn’t have the motivation to get up, you never did. You don’t even remember the last time you ate. Maybe two? No, three days ago? Well, aside from some skittles that just so happened to be sitting on your nightstand. Nothing really mattered to you, every time you tried to get out of bed to go do something as simple as taking a shower, you just gave up and laid back down. You just didn’t care about anything anymore. A lot of time passed consisting of you just sitting in bed staring at the ceiling when your phone started buzzing. You looked over for a second and just shrugged it off. A few minutes went by and more notifications came in. You sighed and grabbed the phone and saw that you had some texts from your boyfriend, Mondo Owada.

Mondo: hey doll I haven’t heard from ya in a little while and I know you’ve been in a rough state of mind so I just wanna know if you’re doing okay

Mondo: Y/N please answer i’m getting super fucking worried over here

Mondo: please answer me baby I need to know that you’re alright

Mondo: im coming over

You put your phone down and continued to sit in bed waiting for Mondo to arrive. Mondo has been your boyfriend for a long time and while he was a big, strong and intimidating guy, he always had a soft spot for you. He treated you like a princess and always tried to be there for you when you were having a rough time. You used to always tell him when you were having a bad mental health day, but recently you just stopped. You didn’t really care if he payed attention to you anymore. At least, that’s what you always tried to tell yourself, truth is, you really wanted him to be your knight in shining armor but you didn’t want to be a burden to him.

After about 20 minutes you heard him unlock your door. You sat in your bed and waited for him to find you, when he opened the door he looked at you with worry and his jaw dropped. “Jesus Christ Y/N... when was the last time ya fuckin’ ate somethin’?” You shrugged at his question. “I had some skittles yesterday but besides that i’m not sure...” Mondo buried his face in his hands. “Have you seriously not been taking care of yourself all this time? You’re fucking joking right?!” He said with his voice full of emotion. His words startled you and also made you feel awful, you looked down in shame. “I-i’m sorry Mondo...” You suddenly felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you followed by a kiss on the head. “Hey, i’m sorry for losing my cool, I just- i’m just so fucking worried about you... I love you so much and it kills me to see you like this.”

Mondo had never really shown this side of himself before, you were taken aback. He never liked to show this much emotion in front of anyone because he always liked to keep up his strong and manly persona. You realized that if he was willing to act like this around you that he genuinely really did care about you a lot. After a couple seconds of him holding you, you heard quiet sobs coming from his direction. Mondo was... crying? You were even more stunned, you knew that he loved you but not this much, you never thought you were worthy of love so now that someone was expressing it to you, you were super overwhelmed with every emotion in the book. You began to silently cry with him as you crawled into his lap and clung onto him like a baby koala. You two just held each other for a while until Mondo finally spoke up. “Now, how about we order some food or somethin’? I’m gonna stay here with you today.” You looked at him and nodded. “I love you Mondo.” You said quietly. Mondo tightened his grip on you and whispered. “I love you too babydoll.”

THE END.

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I really wanted to make this story special because this subject hits super close to home. I put a lot of work into this and I hope you enjoy it. 💕

#danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa angst #mondo oowada #mondo oowada x reader

[stargaze-issei]

Hi I was wondering if you could do some headcanons for Todoroki, Bakugo, Shoji and Tokoyami where maybe their s/o is injured after protecting some classmates for example how would they react after hearing about it and act towards the ones they were protecting and how they are really soft to their s/o. Does that make sense? Ooh and maybe how their class is shocked at them being soft towards their s/o. Sorry the request is so long

hi! this made me so soft, and i love every character so 🥺 thanks for requesting, bb! this is gonna be long lmao, so it's under the cut.

(also, im sorry for todoroki's one being so angsty and this taking so long, i had a couple of... rough days)

— 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬/𝐨 + 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐢.

bakugou katsuki.

-> bakugou loves to see you work hard and push your own limits.

-> often, he just let's you train however you think it's best.

-> so when you say you're going to have some extra training with kirishima, he wishes you luck.

-> "don't be late for dinner, dumbass, or i'll kick shitty hair's ass" ofc he won't kick you, you're his precious s/o.

-> when you arrived to the gym kirishima had requested, there he was, accompanied by deku.

-> "i hope you don't mind midoriya tagging along", you didn't, actually.

-> everything went as usual, a few punches here and there, some laughs.

-> but, somehow, while both you and deku were testing red riot's resistance, izuku got way too into it and didn't realize only kirishima's arms were hardened.

-> you saw a kick flying to the red hair's torso, and your body moved by itself.

-> the impact had you thrown to the other side of the gym, barely staying conscious.

-> to you, everything was so fast.

-> to bakugou it was the other way around.

-> a sweaty kirishima appeared, looking desperately for him, without making one coherent sentence.

-> "y/n... infirmary... bad"

-> katsuki had NEVER blast out so fast. like, NEVER.

-> when he got to recover girl's office, you were sleeping. she explained to him that there wasn't anything major, but you were extremely tired, therefore, sleeping. recommended a few days of rest, and then you'd be good as new.

-> of course he heard you were never recovering almost dying.

-> deku was a crying mess, poor him was so scared, kirishima was trying to calm him down but it was impossible.

-> when bakugou knew HE had hurt YOU?

-> "what the fuck were you even doing there, huh? a damn quirk stealer like you shouldn't be fucking allowed near people who earned they own place here. what? were you jealous of them? stop fucking crying and ow–"

-> "katsuki. stop." nobody saw you woke up, you'd had to thank your boyfriend for that.

-> you asked everyone to leave and explained bakugou it wasn't midoriya's fault, so he shouldn't bully him.

-> he said yes to you but had now intention of stopping lmao.

-> they took you to your dorm room, where bakugou had already set a bed under yours so he could watch over you at nights.

-> nobody dared to stop him.

-> until you were allowed to go back to classes, he was to your demand. everyone was so surprised to see bakugou katsuki doing what he was asked willingly.

-> AND THE LOOKS HE GAVE TO DEKU.

-> poor broccoli boy wasn't allowed to even look at you without gaining a whole menu of insults.

-> he apologized writing a note he gave to todoroki who gave it to you.

-> katsuki is really worried, like, reaaaally worried, so he makes you healthy meals, takes it to your room so you don't move too much and then washes the dishes.

-> "geez maybe i have to ask midoriya to kick me more often" HE WOULD LOOK YOU DEAD IN THE EYE AND CALL YOU THE BIGGEST IDIOT WITH NO HINT OF LOVE 😭

-> at school, he doesn't leave your side. if you complain on anything, even if it has NOTHING to do with your injury, won't stop until he fixes it.

-> kaminari, mina and sero tease him so. fucking. bad.

-> kirishima is kinda scared bc he thought you were dead for a second so prefers to let bakugou take good care of you.

-> whenever you feel a little pain at the place of the hit, he will warm his hands and put them on your torso.

-> the warm feeling helps to ease the pain, and he has an excuse to touch you. win win.

-> he's not angry at kirishima at all, even, if he has to leave you, kirishima is in charge of taking care of you.

-> but your favorite time is when you're alone with him, after school.

-> he'll get so soft towards you, stroking your hair, kissing your head.

-> the day after the accident, it was mainly because he was genuinely scared of something happening to you.

-> "you're so fucking dumb, shitty hair can take hits better than you do, what on earth was i supposed to do if you were actually hurt? don't do that, ever again, got it?"

-> you got a huge bruise from the impact though, and he kisses it before going to sleep to make sure it doesn't hurt 🥺

that was completely out of character but idcccc

todoroki shoto.

-> he's... intense, to say the least.

-> but it's just with you, like, he doesn't show it to everybody.

-> both of you are doing your internship, so you haven't spoke as much as usual.

-> he misses you, but knows you're fulfilling your dreams, so he'll wait.

-> you went to uwabami agency, along with yaoyorozu and kendou.

-> even though mostly it was just being her assistant, this one time you were called to a collapsed zone just outside of tokyo.

-> supposedly, the area was already secure when you arrived, you, momo and kendo used your quirks to help rescue trapped people wherever uwabami told you.

-> momo was trying to help a civilian, and didn't notice the big rock falling from above.

-> you launched yourself towards them, trying to push them out of the way.

-> the rock hit you instead.

-> you didn't remember a thing after that.

-> todoroki was at his father's agency when he got the call.

-> "please, get to the hospital quickly, i– y/n's in really bad shape, please, i'm so sorry"

-> to hear yaoyorozu crying, saying you were in the hospital?? he couldn't move at first. like, frozen.

-> but after understanding what was going on, he got to the hospital even before the ambulance.

-> he heard a commotion in the e.r., and run there.

-> you were on a gurney, covered in dirt and blood, carried by a bunch of paramedics screaming things to each others.

-> todoroki couldn't hear a thing, all he could focus on, was on your unconscious body.

-> he felt a hand placing on his shoulder, yaoyorozu was still crying and trying to explain him what had happened.

-> but he wanted to touch you, seeing you like that, like you were dead right in front of his eyes, he needed to feel your warm.

-> three nurses were needed to hold him from getting near you.

-> he was losing his little composure, and his left arm began to feel hotter and hotter.

-> you were taken to the operation room, leaving him on the edge of combusting in tears of impotence.

-> even though momo tried again and again to explain him, he shut down everything except you.

-> all he could think about was you, lying in a operation table, fighting for your life.

-> the rest of the u.a. arrived with time, the procedure didn't end.

-> everyone was more than shocked to see todoroki so feral, a single word or touch from someone could develop in a big fire, from the guy.

-> when the doctor finally came, shoto almost tackled him.

-> "they're going to be fine, there were a couple complications during the procedure, but everything turned out okay. we'll keep them in here for two weeks, in observation, but we're confident that they'll be leaving in less than a month".

-> for the first time in hours, todoroki actually breath.

-> the doctors allowed him into your room, and he decided to stay there until you could leave.

-> NOBODY was allowed there, besides your family and doctors.

-> he really felt like anyone else would hurt you.

-> when you woke up, he was sleeping besides you.

-> "oh, you're awake, baby, you're awake" as soon as he saw you, he took you into his arms.

-> after the doctors gave you permission to leave, he was right by to your side the whole time.

-> at the dorms, todoroki woke up before you to help you get ready, and went to sleep after so he made sure you were okay.

-> izuku understood your boyfriend worried, but highkey worried about his health.

-> for a while, todoroki ignored yaoyorozu existence, even if he knew it wasn't actually her fault, he hated that you put yourself in danger for someone else.

-> with time, you recovered and todoroki started to go back to his usual self.

-> but everyone remembered how hard can be to todoroki when his loved ones are in danger.

-> im sorry this doesn't have so much fluff

shoji mezou.

-> with shoji, we're going to skip right after you get injured.

-> because i'm sure he wouldn't be upset at whoever you were protecting.

-> he's a very logical dude, and understand you were doing your job as a hero.

-> and he loves you for it.

-> when they told him you got wounded, he tried real hard to hide how worried he was.

-> you are pretty strong, and lowkey stubborn so you accept getting treated instead of saying "it was nothing"?

-> it has to be at least a little serious.

-> but he's shoji, he's cool headed, he doesn't let his feelings cloud his judgement.

-> turns out, that rule didn't apply to you.

-> don't get me wrong, he didn't get violent like bakugou or todoroki.

-> he did freaked, asked recovery girl about your condition every five minutes.

-> "can i see them now? oh, right, sorry... are they alright? when will they be able to leave? can i go in now?"

-> no one had ever seen him so openly worried.

-> it's really observant, if you go back to school right after the incident, will notice immediately if something is wrong.

-> like you're in pain, or even uncomfortable because of your injury.

-> ask for permission to take you back to the dorms, you need to get rest and won't even argue about it.

-> if you have to stay in bed for a couple of days, be sure he will spend his day there.

-> tries everything to take your mind off your boring room.

-> tells you stories, lame jokes, keeps you updated on the class gossip, even if he usually doesn't like that kind of stuff.

-> "huh, yeah, midoriya and uraraka? right, they like each other, hm, i saw them having lunch together"

-> he might be a human radar but it's pretty much clueless when it comes to this things.

-> "they always have lunch together, mezou!" be nice to him, he's trying his best ):

-> i think everyone expects shoji to be soft when it comes to you, but not that soft.

-> once they saw him carrying you in his arms down the stairs, because "your wound hurt".

-> tokoyami was certainly shocked to see his friend like that.

-> is always hugging you with one or two of his arms.

-> will try to cook healthy meals, but fails.

-> he wants you to have enough nutrients and heal properly, okay?

-> buys you your favorite snacks and candies before going to the dorms.

-> shoji doesn't want his beloved s/o to get depressed for being locked up too long, and gives his best to make you feel happy.

-> is insanely shy about it though, and will try to hide his excellent-boyfriend side.

-> lots!! of!! cuddles!!

-> if you're okay with it, will take advantage of the situation and cuddle you like crazy.

-> i mean, you can't get out of bed and he just happens to have six arms willing to keep you warm and cozy.

-> is your number one caretaker and will continue being it until you feel better bc he's best boi 🥰

tokoyami fumikage.

-> just as todoroki, he's intense af.

-> if you're apart, he would text you everyday, you know, just checking.

-> even when he went away to work with hawks, still managed to find the time to talk to you.

-> benefits of being his s/o.

-> and it was at that time you got into an accident.

-> he instantly got worried when you didn't reply to his text after an hour, two hours, three hours.

-> you usually let him know if you're busy, but you just said you were going on a walk with kaminari.

-> hawks saw him getting upset, and gave him permission to go see you.

-> just when he was going out, midoriya called him.

-> "hi, tokoyami, i'm sorry i didn't call you before, um, please don't freak out, y/n got... y/n got hit by a car, but she's okay! it was not as bad as it sounds! we're at recovery–"

-> it wasn't tokoyami who got out of control, it was dark shadow.

-> poor thing got so scared something happening to you, he took tokoyami and flew towards you.

-> when he arrived, kaminari, midoriya, and a couple of your friends were outside u.a.'s infirmary.

-> turns out, while walking with kaminari, messing around, he got distracted and cross the street without looking.

-> the car managed to stop a little but you pushed him out the way and got hit anyways.

-> since there wasn't anything too damaged, recovery girl had already cured you when tokoyami arrived.

-> "are you alright, my love?" he wasn't that good with words, but you felt his worry through his eyes.

-> he couldn't avoid touching your face and arms while you were in the gurney.

-> i think he's those kind of guy who moves frenetically his hands when he's nervous.

-> you had to grab both his hands bc he was getting you nervous lol.

-> "they're fine, but i recommend having a few days off, in case your leg hurts more than normal, let me know, okay?" and with that, dark shadow took you to your room.

-> as worried as he was, he tried to keep his temper.

-> "are you sure you don't need anything? dark shadow can help you down stairs, i can do it too, something to eat, maybe? or s–"

-> you'd have to tell him ten times you're alright, and repeat it another twenty times.

-> and he would still ask you spontaneously.

-> while you're at the dorms and he's at class, people keep asking him how are you.

-> he says you're okay and he isn't worried, but dark shadow practically cries saying how much he misses you.

-> "fumikage misses them too, all he does is thinking about them"

-> tokoyami blushes hard if he can.

-> takes notes in class and gives you your late homework.

-> also helps you do it but do NOT give you the answers, you're smart enough to do it by yourself.

-> "see? i knew you could do it, my love"

-> leave me alone he only calls you my love.

-> he isn't a fan of cuddles, but seeing you in that condition?

-> is one of the few times he ASKS YOU to cuddle.

-> strokes your hair, gives you head kisses.

-> i strongly believe he sings to make you feel better.

#bakugou headcanons #todoroki headcanons #shoji headcanons #tokoyami headcanons #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha bakugou #todoroki mha #mha shoji #mha tokoyami #bnha bakugou #todoroki bnha #bnha shoji #bnha tokoyami #bakugou katsuki #shoto todoroki #shoji mezo #tokoyami fumigake #bnha headcanons #bakugou fluff #todoroki fluff #shoji fluff #tokoyami fluff #bakugou x reader #todoroki shōto #shoji x reader #tokoyami x reader #– star's; request!