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#the way im not exaggerating in the slightest when i say im him. this is exactly the way i dress
missmeinyourbones · 1 year
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WARM CONVERSATION (suna x reader)
cw: breakup heavy, light mentions of reader going through it, angst to fluff i promise!!!! best friend osamu <3 kinda long im sorry, titled from sad beautiful tragic by taylor swift because what else would it be  
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You should've known he’d come over. Should've expected it the moment you sent the text turning down his offer disguised as a reminder. 
A sick part of you almost wants to laugh as you reread the texts on the phone in hand. 
From: Osamu
ur coming with me to atsumu’s stupid thing tonight, right?
To: Osamu
absolutely not 
Not even twenty minutes later (which is impressive, considering Osamu lives at least thirty away from your apartment), an abrasive knock is on your door and you don't even need to check the peephole to see who waits on the other side. 
The moment you open the door with unimpressed eyes, Osamu is opening his mouth to complain. 
“You're shitting me, right?” 
His tone walks the line of being in denial and being pissed, like he can’t quite be angry yet because he’s not sure if you’re joking with him or not. He does a quick once-over of your appearance—with pajamas you've been wearing for three days straight, dirty and unbrushed hair, and a more than half-eaten bag of chips in hand, you choose to shrug. 
“Can’t say I am,” you deadpan before turning your back to him, letting him huff his way into your apartment with urgency. 
“No,” he shakes his head to himself, laughing in disbelief, “no, you’re coming with me.”
Closing your eyes in frustration, your head falls back into a childish groan. 
“Osamu, I really don't want to.” 
“It’ll be good for you,” he's quick to try again. His eager words immediately have you scowling, but he can't tell if the waver in your voice is one on the verge of laughter or tears. 
“And how will celebrating your brother being awarded ‘The Sexiest Man in Japan’ be good for me?”
“Eurgh, not that,” he’s quick to clarify through an over exaggerated gag before reiterating, “just getting out there. Everyone’s missed ya.”
Your glare softens in the slightest at his sweet confession. He uses your hesitation from the sentimental moment to snatch the bag of chips from your grasp and raise his eyebrows in amusement. Instantly, your intimidating glare returns and you’re throwing your hands out at your sides in frustration. 
You whine obnoxiously, rubbing at your eyes with your fingertips before recollecting your stubborn self. 
“I'm no fun to be around right now,” you decide to remind him, crossing your arms in defense and letting him sit on your persistent words. 
Now, it’s Osamu’s gaze that softens at your harsh self-judgment.
“Yer the only one who thinks that,” he tries to match your sarcasm, but you’re sure to note the gentle tone weaving through his breath. 
Tired of the game of cat and mouse, you fold. Plopping yourself on the couch, Osamu cautiously sits next to you, where your head is in your hands and your nose is pinched in thought. 
“He’s back,” your voice is soft, barely above a whisper as your eyes meet the floor, “and he’s gonna be there.”
Osamu merely nods, as if he’s been expecting this point to be made.
“I know,” he agrees, before thinking out loud, “it’ll be the first time you’ve seen him since—” his voice loses its confident edge as his sentence trails off. 
With a humorless laugh, you bitterly finish for him, “Since we broke up?”
“Since you forced him to break up with you,” Osamu corrects through a smug grin, “but yeah.” 
And your eyes roll because he’s not technically wrong, there's just more to it—so you decide on biting your tongue and letting him have that one. 
When silence takes over, you assume that's the end of the conversation. Perhaps that was naive of you to think, as when you turn your head you’re still met with Osamu’s expectant gaze awaiting your response. 
“I don’t know, Osamu,” you give up into a sigh. 
Getting excited at your slipping determination, he sits further up on the couch. 
“I’ll be right there the whole time. I'll drive, we can leave whenever ya want, and if anyone says anything stupid, I’ll defend yer honor, per usual.”
Your silence speaks louder than your resistance, and Osamu can practically taste the victory on his tongue as he watches you loomingly mull it over. 
“You owe me a bottle of wine,” you declare as your head falls back into your hands. 
Osamu silently lunges his fist in the air at his success.
“Damn right I do,” he proudly agrees before tossing you the snack still held in his left hand, “I’ll even throw in a bag of chips, too.” 
Walking up to the door of Atsumu’s (disgustingly large) penthouse, the sickening memory of the last time you saw Suna intrudes your mind on repeat. 
You knew he’d be traveling. After officially signing with EJP Raijin, you had thought you braced yourself for this. The early training hours, the late night flights, the stealing time together just for it to be ripped away at any moment. You swallowed that pill and digested it fully.
And then he told you about America. About the year-long tournament and exclusive training program he’d been recruited into. You vividly remember him eagerly bragging about how not even Atsumu got invited. He was thrilled, and you were too, for him. 
But then came the unease, the insecurity that would eat away at your brain every night like a parasite. You couldn’t rest, couldn't live with yourself knowing that there could be more out there for him. You refused to hold him back from fully experiencing whatever this opportunity could bring him. You wanted him happy, whether that was with you or not. 
Needless to say, the breakup came as a surprise to him. Two weeks before he left, just when he had everything he’d ever dreamed of, the thing he needed the most decided to slip from his grasp. 
“You're being stupid,” he threw out in a panic. “You don’t get to just decide that for me when it affects both of us.”
“I already made up my mind,” you'd croaked out through teary eyes and a constricting throat.  
You remember Suna looking at you like he didn't even know you, like he didn't recognize the person standing in front of him. The person who held his heart in their hands, the person he has a ring hidden in his closet shelf for. Unrecognizable. 
Your shaking hands held out in front of you like a plea, you continued to use them to sever your red string of fate from him.
“You don't know what's out there for you. You could love it there, you could meet someone better than—”
“Why would you say that?” he winced at your words. He felt like he was going crazy, like this wasn't really happening. Not to him, not with you. “I don't want anyone who’s not you, I don't even want to think about that, I—”
“Rintaro,” your hand on his salty cheek was the last time he’d feel your touch. He didn't knows that at the moment, refused to believe it, but it was. He knows that now.
“I won't be able to live with myself if I don't do this,” your voice is barely audible behind your sobs. “I’d never forgive myself if I knew you had anything to regret.” 
Regret. 
He places his hand on top of where yours rests on his cheek. 
“I don’t want to do this,” he urgently begged, “I love you.” 
You smiled and it broke whatever was left of his heart.
“And I love you,” you ached. “So go to America, and don't think about me. And if there’s a world where you come back here a year from now and somehow still feel the same, then maybe things could be different. But we won't know that unless you go.” 
Two weeks later, Suna was on a plane to the states—and when he went to call you before he boarded, he was immediately sent to voicemail.
It’s been a year since it happened, but it feels like days when Atsumu opens his french wooden door with a brash welcome. 
The party in itself is fine, probably fun for the average guest invited. Atsumu thought it would be funny to throw himself a congratulatory party for being voted Japan’s Sexiest Man, though with the alcohol coursing through his veins and the hype from his past and current teammates, you’re willing to bet he fully believes it. 
The night passes like nails on a chalkboard, agonizingly slow and leaving you hyperaware of your actions. Conversation is easy enough. Everyone is kind and Osamu holds true to his promise of hanging by your side for the most part. You catch Suna’s gaze a handful of times, never holding it long enough to address it, nor feeling drunk enough to do something about it. You hate how foreign it feels. 
The balcony is a refreshing kind of cold on your clammy skin. The jacket you hold tightly against your torso is more so for protection than it is for warmth. 
You’d excused yourself from a small conversation with Iwaizumi and Osamu to escape onto a balcony of (one of) Atsumu’s guest rooms. Just for a moment—a moment to breathe, to stop thinking foolish thoughts, to bury yourself in the drink in your hand. 
The sound of the sliding door interrupts your sulking and your heart drops like glass on concrete.  
“Osamu said I might find you here,” the voice wavers, and you sigh in relief to hear that it’s Aran. 
“Fucking Osamu,” you curse behind a sip of your drink. “Remind me to kill him later.”
Aran laughs earnestly at your clear stress, “M’not that bad, am I?”
“No,” you're quick to correct, “no, I didn't mean it like that.”
Aran’s always been a good friend, to both you and Suna. From your high school days to the entire year you were barely seen in the public eye, he’s always been genuine and attentive. The conversation is natural, a nice distraction from the consistent thumping in both your head and heart. 
You congratulate him on his most recent win. He asks about your work. You tell him about a recent promotion and he manages to successfully tell you about his time in America without directly tying it back to Suna. You appreciate his earnest effort. 
That is, until he clears his throat into the crisp air. 
“He hasn't been with anyone since you,” Aran suddenly breathes. 
You don’t say anything, but he sees how your brow furrows at the sudden declaration.
“He didn't see anyone while he was away, in America,” he clarifies.
He watches your body stiffen at the realization of what he’s talking about. Drink in hand, your arms cross defensively across your chest. You’d attempt to play the pathetic action off as the cold weather if you cared. 
Your tone is a bit harsher than you’d like it to be when you respond. “It wouldn't have mattered if he did, we weren’t together.” 
Aren’t, you mentally correct yourself. We aren't together. It shouldn't matter, no matter the capacity. But with the way Aran’s watching you crumble like a leaf in the wind, both of you know that it does. It matters. 
“I mean—he tried, a few times,” he adds on, “but he couldn't go through with it.” 
Your heart sinks at the mere thought of Suna trying to get back out there, and you hate that you still feel this way because that was the whole point. The reason for the way everything went down the way it did is because you wanted Suna to explore all of his options before choosing you. So why does the mere insinuation of him doing the exact thing you told him to do make bile rise in your chest? 
You sniffle, hoping Aran dismisses it on the chilly breeze as you practically whimper, “Why are you telling me this?”
Aran smiles, but it doesn't meet his eyes. It drips of a melancholy coldness. “Because I think you deserve to know that even when he could’ve, he still didn't do anything.” 
His words grip you like a tight hug, almost constraining as they apply pressure to all the spots you'd numbed months ago. And he must feel it, too, because he decides that he’s said enough.
With a gentle hand placed on your shoulder, he makes his way back inside, but not before prefacing you with a foreboding, “I don't know if he’ll try and talk to you tonight, but if he does, just—think about hearing him out, alright?”
You swallow before nodding, “Sure, I’ll think about it.”
And once again, you're alone with your thoughts—but they're different this time. Less cruel and guilt-ridden, but more so clear and airy. 
You hear the door sliding open once more behind you, and your naivety assumes it’s Aran returning with another final word of wisdom. You’re turning around without a second thought. 
“Aran, I told you I’d–” 
Any blood not tainted by alcohol leaves your face as Rintaro now stands before you, taller than you remember, though you know it’s not even possible. His eyes still look right through your facade, his adam’s apple still prominent as he clears his throat awkwardly.
“Hi,” he bites first.
Your response is immediate, but far weaker, “Hi.” 
He joins you where you lean on the railing, practically shoulder to shoulder as the two of you stare at the dimming streetlights, sipping on drinks that suddenly don’t feel strong enough. 
“Congrats,” eventually falls from your lips, “on everything. You deserve it all.” 
“Thanks,” he returns, though you know it’s only to segue into what slips from his lips next. “You look great,” he lamely chokes out. 
Your response is immediate and cold, “You don't have to.”
“Don’t have to what?” Suna chokes out after a second of confusion. 
“Lie,” you breathe, eyes still focused on the street below. “I’ve looked like shit for the past year, I’m well aware.”
Within the entire mourning period of the breakup, you’ve barely taken care of yourself. You look unhealthy—sunken cheeks and dark circles and skin and bones and sadness. But Suna doesn't see it that way. 
Sure, you look different, but you always look different. You're always growing and changing one way or another. And while he might wish you looked like you got more sleep, that's for selfish reasons, not superficial ones. Your eyes still hold the same shape they did when he left you, your hands still smaller and cold. Your lips still the same mold against his, he hopes. 
“I always think you look beautiful,” he disagrees with a mere shrug, “you still look like you.”
You swallow back a whimper at his honest words, before clearing your throat and biting the bullet.
“Why’re you out here, Suna?”
The last name stings, but he chooses to ignore it for now. There are bigger issues at hand. 
He states the obvious, “It’s been a year. M’back from America.”
He watches you nod in agreement, “Yeah, I can see that.” 
“Do you remember what you said?”
Your throat closes at his words. 
“Rintaro—”
“I went,” his voice raises in desperation to get his point across, “and I had all the freedom in the world. Could’ve done whatever the fuck I wanted to. And I did, or I tried to, but I wouldn’t because it wasn’t with you.” 
“I know,” your pitch matches his, “that was the point. I wasn’t going to let you do something if you couldn’t do it properly.”
He shakes his head at your stupid reasoning, the same stupid reasoning that ruined everything in the first place. You were so sure that there was more out there for him, that he’d be swept off his feet by some American woman and forget you entirely. And because of his own fear, he was forced to go along with it and prove you wrong. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 
“Well guess what?” he takes a sip of his bottle before swallowing harshly, “I did it, and it sucked, and now I'm back and nothing’s changed on my end.”
He takes a step closer to you, shaky hand raising in slow motion so you see it coming, so you have a chance to flinch or dodge or run, and you don’t. You let him rest it on your cheek, just like you did that night, and you let him tilt your jaw up to look at him properly for the first time in a year. 
“Now I know what it’s like to be with you and to be without you, and I still just fucking want you.”
You take a moment to admire him, just as beautiful as the day you’d left him. He’s porcelain and tangible and here for the first time in a—
“And it’s been a year,” he reminds you through a sad smile, “like you said.”
You let out a wet giggle through your shaky core, “It’s been eleven months.”
Rintaro groans as if he’s been punched in the gut, and the feeling of your laughter erupting even louder shoots what he assumes must feel like drugs straight to his heart. Ever so gently, he swipes a stray tear from your lash line. 
“Don't make me wait another month,” he begs, “please.” 
Rintaro thanks whatever deity might've listened to his endless prayers these past eleven months, because for the first time ever, you listen to him. Obey him without complaint as you let him press his lips to yours, and he’s overwhelmed with warmth at the realization that they do still mold against his all the same. 
“I love you,” he breathes in between breaks from your lips, “never stopped loving you.”
“I know,” you match his hunger, “I love you.”
Between overdue kisses and eager gazes to ensure that you are, indeed, real, Suna lets go of all of his regrets. 
“M’never letting that happen again,” he shakes his head at his own stupidity, “never letting you go again.”
“Okay,” you mindlessly nod into his hands. 
“Never letting you make a stupid decision like that for the both of us.”
“Sorry—”
“Never letting you look at me like that from across the room just to look away. I mean, what the fuck was that—” 
You shove him out of embarrassment and oh, it feels like love. “Okay, I get it,” you whine. 
And when the night passes in eventual hours that feel like mere seconds, ending up with you in Suna’s lap and everything under the moon being discussed, he’s brought back to reality as you begin to rise from his hold.
Rintaro instantly ushers you back on top of him, “Hey, hey, where d’you think you’re going?”
You comply with his gesture, but not without rolling your eyes. “Shouldn't we go back inside? They're gonna wonder where we are.” 
“Let ‘em,” his head is buried into your neck, a feathery kiss placed as he tightens his hold on you. “I just got you back, lemme hold onto you for a little longer.” 
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Between tipsy laughter and friendly competition, the party going on inside should be busy with a handful of different things. But the leading contender of entertainment for the group of friends seems to be partaking on the balcony. 
Too lost in one another, you’re grateful you don't see the tufts of red hair peeking out behind the curtain, hoping to catch a glimpse of the long-awaited reunion taking place. 
“It's working, I think it’s working!” Hinata beams, bouncing from window to window trying to get the best view.
“She’s on his lap,” Kita, who traveled a decent way to see this (oh, and for Atsumu, too), notes. “Do you think they’ve kissed yet?”
Speaking of the devil, Atsumu pushes his old captain aside as he drunkenly whines, “Aw, we missed it?”
The crowd of overgrown men bursts into childish chatter. 
“Don't be a fuckin’ creep.” 
“I didn’t mean it like that, you idiot.” 
“They’ve had to have kissed by now, we just weren’t paying attention.”  
“Yep, they're kissing!” Bokuto excitedly confirms, watching the two of you outside like a rom-com displayed on the silver screen. 
Osamu’s attention is finally sparked at this confirmation. 
“Oh thank god,” he impatiently shoves through the crowd to confirm the sight with his own eyes, and when he deems it to be true, he exhales a long overdue breath of relief. ‘‘That was the worst year of my life.” 
Aran tilts his head in confusion, “I thought it was only eleven months—”
“Eleven months too long.”
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all2angels · 3 months
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BURIED MYSELF ALIVE | basement!gerard x reader
warnings: this is kinda intense don't read if sensitive, NSFW!!, exaggerated writing, kinda cringey but it's meant to be like that, gerard is sooo gross and pathetic, i've never written a bj scene before please be kind 🙏 probably a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes because i could not bring myself to proofread im sorry
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this was the last place you wanted to be in, like this was genuinely a fucking hellhole.
when you walked in, the smell was almost rancid. his room was filled with trash, half eaten chips, mountains of unwashed laundry, socks that you didn't even want to think about the inside of.
he offered for you to sit on his bed, you didn't want to, but it seemed like a better option than the floor, so you sat on the edge of bed.
you hated yourself for having emotions, then maybe you wouldn't be in this place. gerard had asked you if you wanted to watch a horror movie at his place after you bonded over the topic one day, and you said yes, but have been putting it off for three weeks.
all of your friends told you to cancel on it, they said that gerard wss a gross pervert freak and that you wouldn't want anything to do with him, but whenever he'd asked you if you still wanted to watch a movie with him he'd look so pathetic and desperate, you didn't have the heart to say no. but now you definitely wished you did.
gerard was walking all over the place, with a panicked look and rummaging through his stuff. you thought, he was probably looking for the dvds. you wondered how he could find anything in this place. while he was looking, you looked over at his bedside table, seeing dirty magazines. you let out a scoff. couldn't he have at least hidden those before i came over?
"please don't be mad.." he says, his voice filled with guilt, "i know you've- we've waited for weeks, but i can't find my dvds." he takes a seat next to you, and you held your breath. he stared at you, you didn't know what to do or say, he was just staring awkwardly.
"it's... fine? i guess..." you said, unsettled by the way he looked at you. you swear that he almost leaned in, and you were trying to prevent anything like that to happen. his eyes was filled with infatuation, and yours was filled with absolute disgust. the way he looked at you made you feel dirty. he was so fucking pathetic, but it was kinda hot how much he seemed to like you, how much he seemed like he wanted to please you.
you turrned away from him out of pure embarrassment that you thought in the slightest bit that gerard 'pervert' way was attractive or hot, but you couldn't help it. you decided that the only way to stop these thoughts was to get the fuck away from here.
"hey, i should go..." you spoke up, standing up from the spot in his bed you were sitting in. you waited for him to say something, but he just looked at you and frowned. he looked like he was about to cry. jesus fucking christ you could throw up right now.
"gerard...? are you okay?" you sigh, sitting back down. you couldn't leave him like this. you hesitate, but you put your hand on his back, comforting him. you didn't want to ask, you wanted to get out, "what's wrong?" you say through gritted teeth.
"i'm really lonely, y/n, please don't go." he rests his head on your shoulder. he started to ramble on about something, you tuned out his voice. the more he talked, the more you started to impatient.
"you're so fucking pathetic..." you said. out loud. fuck. your eyes widened, realizing that he had heard it. he lifted his head, but the had his gross hand on your thigh. you were going to apologize, but the way that he looked shocked made you want to rage.
"are you serious?" you snap, he looks confused and hurt. "you couldn't possibly think you had a chance, c'mon dude. you're so- i mean, you're a freak."
"i jus', uhm, i-i like you—" before he could even finish his sentence you laughed at him. no fucking way. you turned to him again, seeing his eyes, you knew he was being genuine. his eyes were red from crying, his cheeks flushed.
"you're so fucking pathetic, gerard. shouldn't come across as a suprise, i don't like you back." you say, standing up to leave, but before you could he reaches for your hand. his hand was calloused, it was rough.
"please-" he begs, "please, listen— i promise you..." he doesn't know what to say, but he wants you to stay so bad. "I'll do anything for you. I'll do anything."
"no! stop it, okay? i. don't. like. you. get that shit through your head. i don't even want to be your friend, okay, you-" he cuts you off this time with a kiss. he tastes horrible, but you don't stop it. fuck it, you think. you liked the kiss.
he breaks the kiss, you could feel his hard dick on your thigh, his face is close to yours. "give me a chance, please..." he says.
you sighed and pushed him onto his messy bed, making him sit on the end of the bed and going on your knees in front of him. you start to unbuckle his belt, then you undo his zipper. you could hear him whimper. you take out his dick, a little part of you at least expected him to have a big dick, but he doesn't. the size was fine, not like it was too small. it wasn't trimmed, and the smell was somehow stronger than other dude's dicks. you try not to think about it too much and hold your breath.
you tease the tip, licking off the precum which tasted sweet and bitter. you swirled your tongue around his tip, and feel him twitch. "fuck..." he moans. you feel his hands on your hair, petting you softly, it felt awkward though, you just brushed past it.
you give his dick a few pumps, hearing him beg for you hurry up. you spit on your hand, messily spreading it on his shaft before you part your lips to take him into your mouth. you look up at him, seeing his eyes closed and head back. you kept on moving up and down, he lets out a loud groan.
you continued on bobbing your head up and down, you teased his balls. he made such pretty noises when you did that.
you kept your pace steady until you started to feel his dick twitch in your mouth, you began to quicken your speed until he eventually released his load in your mouth, it spread to your face and chest, whatever was left in your mouth you swallowed.
he dropped onto his bed, panting heavily. you cleaned yourself up with a cloth you hoped was clean on his bed. it was probably filled with cum anyway.
you sat next to him. his dick was still out.
"c-can we do that again?" he tiredly asked, looking over to you.
you sighed heavily. "i guess so, whatever. just don't tell anyone." you warned, rolling your eyes. welp.
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daddyhausen · 10 months
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Hi!!! Yay for requests being open 😁
Could I please request a smutty Hangman please. Maybe falling into bed together after the first date?
Please and thank you!
• falling asleep on a stranger — hangman adam page •
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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { hangman adam page masterlist }
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{ summary } — they often say you should not fuck on the first date, but adam’s presence was simply to intoxicating for you to resist
{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } car sex, road head, mild drunk sex, oral sex { male + female receiving }, throatpie, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms unprotected sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex
{ word count } — 2.5k
{ pairing } — fem!reader x hangman adam page
{ genre } — smut
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the ambiance of the quaint little italian restaurant left you with a mild flirtatious feeling. yet you could not be so sure if it was adam’s presence before you or the glass of red wine stirring a commotion of arousal in your belly. the date had been going well so far, adam had been a gentleman throughout the night, treating you like a queen despite this being the first time you two had met officially. the night was spent getting to know each other, likes dislikes etc… typical first date things.
the restaurant lights held slight pinkish, almost rose gold hue that accentuated adam’s stoic, almost god-like features, the contours of his face seemed sharper, more masculine and handsome than you thought humanly possible, his golden curls, almost looked strawberry blond under the lighting, tied back into a sleek bun, letting a loose ringlet fall by his left temple, one of which he hastily tucked behind his ear
the blues of his irises glowing that of the blue irises that decorated the footpath leading to the restaurant. his gaze never leaving yours, not for a moment, even in silence as you tried to continue your story, getting flustered by his soft stare. in his gaze twinkled the slightest bit of lust, although you could surely be mistaken, thinking that the wine was to blame. adam still held that same lustful gaze, deep blues concentrated on your lips, scanning down to your cleavage, although the little black dress you wore surely left nothing to the imagination, yet his gaze never felt insulting or demeaning, it was as if he was admiring your body, that of what he could see anyway.
“you’re staring again, cowboy” you reminded him with a playful smile, adam blinked out of his trance momentarily, although how could he not stare with the way your breasts filled the thin fabric of the dress, pushing up against the sleek satin, just about ready to burst out at a moments notice.
“what do you expect me to do when i got the most beautiful woman sittin’ right in front of me?” he remarked flirtatiously, mirroring the same playful smirk as you, nursing the glass of whiskey, stirring the glass against the table, downing the rest in one gulp, never breaking eye contact in the process
“oh you flatter me” you waved your hand slightly in an exaggerated manner, mocking royalty with your gesture as adam took your hand gently, holding it in his palm for a second, letting his thumb run over your knuckles, admiring just how small and petite your hand looked in his, how well it seemed to fit.
“i ain’t lyin’ when i say it…” the silence that fell after was not awkward, it felt rather comfortable just gazing into his eyes, hoping that the feeling you felt were not just that of intoxication. your belly swelled with arousal just at the sight of him. clenching your thighs tightly together underneath the table in hopes to try and quell your lust. just before you were able to piece together a response, adam’s voice broke you out of your trance
“shit…it’s getting late…” adam glanced down at his phone momentarily, breaking apart your hands, much to your dismay. you responded with a solemn “yeah” glancing down at your own phone to see that the clock had just ticked past 10:30pm. the restaurant would surely close soon, but you definitely did not want the date to end just yet.
“i’ll drive you home…don’t want a pretty lady such as yourself walkin’ home all by herself at this hour…if that’s alright with you?” adam’s offer seemed apprehensive, almost afraid that you would reject it and the date would end there and then. you offered him a small nod in acceptance, smiling softly as you watched adam’s muscular chest fall with a sigh of relief.
he held out his hand, awaiting you to accept, which you did graciously. he led you to his car, opening the door for you, a gentleman as always, even buckling up your seatbelt, your bodies felt so close in that moment, his chest against yours so much so that you could practically feel how fast his heart was beating against your skin. you thanked him kindly for the gesture, giving him the directions to your house before eventually beginning to drive.
he looked so concentrated, your gaze fixed on him, something about his posture was so arousing, the way his hands wrapped around the steering wheel, how his fingertips tapped against the leather in almost silent thrums, you only wished for those fingers to fill you up, feel him roam between your thighs, have his hands and tongue explore every crevice of your body, to touch him, to taste him, to feel every inch of him giving you such euphoric pleasure.
“adam…” you mumbled, although it sounded more like a whimper in the cowboy’s ears, a sound that made him hard in his jeans. he turned his attention to you in his peripherals, noticing how tight you’d clenched your thighs together. never were you one to be so reckless and impulsive with things like this, especially on first dates, but adam had this way about him, something that made you want to abandon your morals and better judgement, even if it was only for one night.
“yes, darlin’” the sound of the newly acquainted pet name rang through your ears, only drenching your panties further as you shuffled in your seat desperate for friction.
“i can’t wait…” you leaned over him slightly, palming his already half-hard cock through his jeans. the cowboy gave a soft grunt, trying his best to focus on the road and not on the impure thoughts that raced through his brain.
“i need you…” your whimpers became too much for adam to handle. the cowboy relaxed into his seat, keeping one hand on the steering wheel, the other beginning to unbuckle his belt.
“then you can have me…” he freed his cock, the appendage throbbing against his palm, thick veins littering his impressive size, the tip leaking with pre-cum, glossy against the skin.
you leaned down, offering a small kitten lick to his tip, adoring the way his breathing changed patterns even from the slightest touch, you pressed on, kissing his tip, feeling him grow fully erect against your lips, licking hot stripes up his shaft, a hand caressing the base of his cock, watching him for a change in demeanour. feeling satisfied with your work for the moment, you admired his cock, how big it was, how aroused he had become in the space of a few minutes. continuing with small kitten licks just to tease him
“c’mon now, darlin’ don’t tease me like that” his voice was low, a small chesty rumble rang through the confined space of his car.
“but it’s fun” you playfully tease him, quickly wrapping your lips around his shaft, taking the entirety of his length down your throat, holding yourself there for a moment, letting his hand fall to the back of your head for stability, fingers weaving through the stands of your hair.
“oh shit-“ he muttered through gritted teeth, feeling your cheeks hollow around his shaft, immediately beginning to bob your head. his fingers slowly starting to massage your scalp, a subtle way of thanking you for the pleasure he was receiving
adam tried his best to keep his gaze fixed on the road, but he could not help but let his eyes stare down at you from time to time, loving the way your lips worked around his shaft, how you managed to suck him off with little to no resistance from your throat.
“fuck darlin’ i don’t think i’ll be able to drive for much longer if you keep doing that” adam grunted through a deep throaty moan, knuckles painted white with the sheer grip he held on the steering wheel.
“then pull over…” you pried your head up for a moment to respond to him. a slight pop sound rang throughout the car as you pried to lips from his shaft, wiping the spit from your chin momentarily before instantly going back for another taste. he managed to find an empty alleyway in a desolate side street, away from any potential onlookers.
“i know it ain’t the most romantic place but fuck- i need you so bad darlin’” adam turned off the car, now finally being able to give you that attention you need and frankly you very well deserved. adam glanced down, finally able to watch the way you sucked him off, how you seemed so intoxicated with his cock, how you sat on your knees, pretty ass just peeking out from underneath your tight little dress. he undid the ties to your dress, pulling the thin string that held the top part together, watching the way your breasts fell out from behind the fabric, how your pierced nipples grazed against the denim of his jeans. he surely would have never expected such sultry jewellery from a seemingly innocent woman such as yourself
“you suck my cock so well…i ain’t gonna last much longer-“
adam’s sentence caught in his throat, feeling his first orgasm of the night wash over him, his hot seed filled your throat with little objection on your part, pulling off of him and swallowing his warmth, thankful to receive his cum, you kissed him, a small way of thanking him, he tasted himself on your lips, moaning into the kiss as his large palms, fell to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh.
“back seat…i need to taste you”
you obliged, crawling your way into the back seat, making sure to give him a full view of your ass as you did so. you pried up the skirt of your dress, beginning to trace delicate circles against your clit, the sensitive nub shielded by your soaked panties as adam began to strip himself. you sat there for a moment in complete bliss admiring his sculpted body, as he threw his clothes into the passenger seat.
he nestled himself between your thighs, your scent so sweet, he could practically feel the heat of your arousal radiating from your cunt, he gave a small glance in your direction for approval, one of which you happily obliged with an enthusiastic nod. before he began, he leaned up slightly, placing another sweet kiss to your lips, smearing the remainder of his cum against the petal shaped buds.
he dove in without hesitation, prying your panties to the side with his teeth, his tongue roaming around your void, sucking and nibbling at your already swollen clit, he let two fingers fall down, spreading you sweet folds, before sinking them deep into your cunt, loving the way your walls tightly gripped around his digits. his free hand remained on your breasts, tightening it’s grasp as he played and plucked your nipple piercings
“oh fuck…” you whined, hips moving in sync with with fingers, effectively fucking yourself on them. you felt adam smile into your cunt, wanting to take his time with but also wanting to ruin you then and there.
“adam please-“ your cunt quivered around his fingers, his tongue flicking your sensitive pearl with such speed you felt as if you’d release them and there.
“need to make you feel good, darlin’” he sucked your clit before pulling away with a pop, freeing his fingers from your void before lightly slapping your cunt, your body jolted with pleasure, already so overstimulated as he resumed the pleasure.
“adam! it feels so good…” adam increased the speed of his fingers, yet keeping his tongue to slow, methodical strokes. you whined his name through breathless moans, cumming around his fingers, feeling him moan into you as he sampled your sweetness. you almost felt bad for ruining the upholstery of his car seats. he did not seem to care that much.
“fuck…” he grunted, the sound drawn out as it left his lips, he stared down at your dripping cunt, adoring the way it pulsed around him, still so desperate to be filled, how a small sheen of sweat coated your skin, already so fucked out yet he’d barely just begun.
he reached into his car’s glove compartment, a box of condoms rested inside just in case of occasions such as this one, he pulled one out before you stopped him.
“no” you spoke breathlessly, almost in a daze, cock-drunk and so needy for him. adam gave a small exhale, still holding the condom, he returned to you, pressing his forehead sweetly to yours, remaining still for the moment.
“are you sure? i can always put one on just in case-“
“no adam…it’s okay…”
adam offered you a small kiss to your forehead, placing the condom back in the box and closing the compartment. he positioned himself between your thighs, lining his cock up with your entrance. he pressed his lips to yours, slipping himself inside you with ease. he felt you moan against his lips, arms instantly wrapping around his neck, keeping his gaze fixed on you.
“don’t be gentle, i wanna feel every inch of you” you encouraged, playing the the fallen strands of blonde curls that fell in front of his eyes. he gave a small nod, persisting with a rough thrust, one that made you whine in ecstasy. and feel every inch of him you did.
adam’s movements were relentless, yet calculated, every thrust he gave hit you in just the right spot, sending your body into overdrive with pleasure.
“you feel so fuckin’ good, darlin’. if i could keep my cock buried inside you forever, i would”
you leaned up, kissing him with such intense passion that he almost halted his movements. he was enthralled by your presence, how intoxicating your body was to him, how beautiful you were, how good you felt around him, adam was in complete awe of you.
you peered down, watching the way his cock filled you up to the brim, the way you could see the thick outline of him in your stomach, you were completely in love with the sight.
“adam…i’m close-“ you were on the verge of tears, already feeling them prick your waterlines, adam was a quick thinker, peppering delicate kisses to the tops of your eyelids as a way to soothe you momentarily
“so am i, darlin’” his breath was featherlight against your skin, moving up to press a longing kiss to your forehead “…can i?”
“cum inside me, adam…please”
he obliged, wrapping your legs around his waist, keeping him hooked to you as the distance between his thrusts substantially decreased.
“fuckfuckfuckfuck-“ he groaned through clenched teeth capturing your lips once more as you spilled around him, your sweet cunt pulsing around his cock, bringing him to his own release. he pumped his hot seed deep into your void, keeping himself buried deep until he was certain you’d accepted every last drop of him.
“fuck…you were amazing, darlin’”
“as were you, cowboy”
the both of you got dressed in a comfortable silence, as was the ride back to your apartment. he was still the gentleman you’d come to know, despite absolutely ruining you mere moments prior, offering to walk you back to your apartment.
before parting for the final time you turned to him, planting a gentle kiss to his lips.
“hey adam?” you questioned, watching him turn back to greet you
“how about you stay the night?”
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scrunchieandawig · 4 months
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I’m sure you clocked it so I don’t have to point it out, but my tolerance for that man is so low. At this point even the slightest mention of him makes my eyes roll and blood boil. T says he’s going to be bitching over her holiday decorations and I’m ready to throw hands. The way K was out of frame so T just starts venting to the camera about it and she looked so pissed too knowing she has to anticipate his bad attitude. Like what are we doing here?! I feel like im losing my mind every time he’s brought up or I’m in the twilight zone or something. Because she’s not naive! T is clearly upset by him and that’s why it’s always coming up! So it’s not an exaggeration to say literally every mention is a complaint about something negative he says or does. Yet they’re still together.
Anyways, not to scream about the same thing over and over again but I take no pleasure in having any and all concerns constantly validated when it comes to this subject. I want to lovingly give T some self esteem and say drop the man bestie! Fill your house with all the birds and decorations your heart desires! No man is worth all this trouble!
i'm honestly glad i'm not the only one who has this reaction to any mention of him. it is, imo, extremely interesting that K giving her an unexpected present and T talking about her bf's questionable behaviour coincided like that. it is truly something else to witness this sisyphean madness that is any mention of him.
i think she might be kind of receiving a lot of different messages concerning her situation, so i can't even be mad at her. for example, remember how she mentioned reading bell hooks? well, talking about greed in relation to love, hooks writes: "Committed bonds (including marriage) cannot last when this [greedy consumption] is the prevailing logic. [...] Most people wish they could find love where they are, in the lives and relationships they have chosen, but they feel they lack useful strategies for maintaining these bonds." we all read with a bias and hers might lead her to extrapolate from this, that her relationship, however unhappy it makes her, is worth preserving for its own sake. i don't think that's what bell hooks means, to be clear. but i could see T interpreting it like that. but i don't think she can interpret her way out of her feelings which scream the truth at her
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96crewlove · 2 years
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- give love a try, again.
nick lucas x black!fem!reader, from JONAS season 1, episode 1, fluff, 2.2k words.
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you walk up to the trio’s table holding in a snort at their absolutely ridiculous disguises. you don’t tell them as much, but you give them a bit of a wry smile anyway, figuring that they wanted to be kept on the down low.
“hey, my name is y/n and i’ll be your server for the evening. is there anything i can get you to drink or get you guys started with?” you pull out a pen and notepad.
“sprite. extra fizzy.” kevin says.
joe, with his lopsided monocle, sticks out his index in your direction as if you looked familiar to him. “hey, i’ve seen you before. you go to mantis too, right?”
you nod, a little suprised that the rockstar recognized you. you weren’t a big deal at school unlike them. everyone at mantis academy knew of the lucas brothers and heard at least one of their songs. it just came with the territory.
“righteousness,” joe said casually before ordering in a british accent, “i’ll have a sprite then, good miss.”
lastly, you turn to nick, who unsuprisingly had the most normal disguise on. people did refer to him as the serious one, after all.
even though you couldn’t see his eyes since he had shades on, you could tell he wasn’t looking at you. his head was facing the direction of the stage and his lips were scrunched tight. he seemed to be looking or waiting for something. he only snaps back to reality after joe gives him a harder-than-necessary nudge on the elbow.
nick turns his head in your direction, and you get a little nervous with his attention on you.
“uh, some nachos and a water would be great. thanks.” nick says distractedly before turning his head towards the stage again. huh. weird.
you ask the trio if they’d like anything else, and after getting two “no”’s from the brothers that were paying attention, you put away your pen and notepad and make your way to the kitchen to prepare the order.
your best friend nearly knocks you into a wall as soon as you enter. “well? is joe cuter up-close than he is far away in the hallway? are kevin’s eyes as kind as the magazines say they are? oou, oou, is nick’s curl pattern natural or does he put product to make it look that bouncy?!” they say all in one breath.
you hold up your hand to stop them. “hold in your excitement. they came in with disguises.” you walk further into the kitchen before dryly adding, “and joe’s wearing a monocle.”
your best friend sighs dreamily. “so creative. sounds just like ‘im!”
you inwardly groan at your best friend’s foolishness, rolling your eyes.
“ay, don’t act like you’re immune, girl. did nick notice you or what?” they ask, nudging you with a gremlin smile on their face because they know that you…might have…the slightest…biggest crush on him.
you wanted to throw a bag of tortilla chips at your best friend’s head. instead, you bump your hips with theirs before getting started on the order. “get back to work, slacker. i ain’t playin’ with you.” you warn halfheartedly, earning a snicker in response.
a few minutes later you walk back to the rockstar trio’s table with a tray in hand. you hand them what they ordered before standing up straight again with a slight smile. “y’all set?” you ask.
“yes, thank y-” joe starts to say before nick interjects, looking up at you suddenly, “hey, um, when’s tonight’s performance gonna start?”
you immediately put two and two together. oh. nick’s interested in the girl performing tonight. you heard around school (stella, mostly) that the unsmiling nick lucas was seen smiling around school with a girl. you figured it was an exaggeration at the time, so you didn’t react much.
now that you were thinking about it, you’re pretty sure that girl performing tonight goes to mantis too, name’s jenny or penny or something like that.
“i’m not in charge of performances,” you reply honestly, “but it should start within the hour or so.”
kevin takes a nacho and dips it in cheese before bringing it to his mouth. “nick, man, quit buggin’ out. your girlfriend will appear soon enough.”
nick shoots kevin a glare, “she’s not my girlfriend.”
you take that as your cue to go. “well if you guys need anything, just flag me over. i’ll be around.” you say before walking back to the kitchen.
you’re just out of range when joe leans in to tell nick, “that waitress girl is cute.”
kevin nods, shoving two nachos in his mouth. “real cute.” he agrees.
nick shakes his head, his eyes still focused on the stage. “you guys are insufferable.”
“aha! joke’s on you, i don’t even know what that word means!” kevin says a bit too proudly.
soon enough, penny gets on stage. you finish taking down another table’s order before walking back the kitchen. you give the chef the order then go over to stand next to your best friend who is watching the performance at the food window.
“i’d like to start off this set with my newest song. it’s called ‘give love a try.’ hope you like it.” everybody who’s seated claps, you and your best friend do too.
penny begins, and the song isn’t bad at all. it’s great actually, you find yourself nodding along to the melody. whether it was intentional or not, your eyes trail over to nick. you could only see the back of his head at this angle, but you could tell that all of his attention was on stage. you sigh to yourself, feeling a little let down.
once the song is over, the crowd is loud with cheers and applause. your ears nearly pop as you bring out food to a table, wincing as you handed out burgers and fries.
“oh, sorry. i completely forgot. um, that song was dedicated to the coolest, sweetest, grooviest guy on the planet; a guy whose heart is filled with music…” penny starts, and you try your best not to roll your eyes at her words as you ask the table in front of you if they needed anything else.
“...my soulmate, jimmy.”
you stop in your tracks on the way back to the kitchen. turning around, you see a guy standing up from the audience and waving at the crowd. a guy that does not look like nick.
you turn your head towards the table where the lucas brothers sit and the three of them look shocked, nick’s face looking the least dramatic, but also the most affected.
nick is the first one to get up from his chair before penny can perform her next set. he brushes right past you as you stand frozen for some seconds, but soon you’re hurrying after him without a second thought.
it’s very cold outside and you left your hoodie in the locker room in the back, but you could care less about either as you call out, “hey!”
nick stops and turns around to face you, his eyes go wide for a second before he’s trying to avoid you. “look, i’m sorry, but i’m not in the mood for any pictures or anything.” he mumbles, mistaking your intentions. you shake your head. “no, i’m not tryna talk to you for pictures. i saw…what happened inside.” you say slowly.
nick huffs, “oh, that’s just great.” he says sarcastically.
you shake your head again. “no, it’s not.” you try to amend. “i could tell that you liked her, and for that to happen, i’d be embarrassed too.”
nick looks away from you to stare at the ground. "that's not even the most embarrassing part." he says under his breath.
"what?" you ask.
nick lets out a shaky laugh, feeling a little bitter and a lot sad. "that song she sang on stage - i wrote it." he confessed.
your eyes widen a bit in realization. he wrote it for her.
everything was starting to make a lot more sense now. the song was beautiful, both in lyrics and composition. of course nick wrote the song. he was talented, a musical prodigy; you also heard that nick wrote a lot of the songs for his band, including the hits.
you felt that nick deserved to be reminded of this, but you honestly didn't want to sound like a desperate fangirl (which you were not, you are just an appreciator of good music and people who make good music, thank you very much).
you decide to keep it simple and sweet.
“look, don’t let this get you so down; you’re awesome.” you don’t know where you’ve gotten all this courage from, but you run with it while you still have it. you take nick’s hand and squeeze it with the intention to comfort.
nick looks at your joined hands and stares for a while. fleetingly, he thinks it makes a pretty sight: your contrasting skin intertwined under the streetlights in the cold. he squeezes your hand back.
“woah, wow! that was a fast recuperating period!”
nick jolts, moving his hand away from yours as he stared at his approaching brothers. you turn.
“why is your butt stuck to the chair?” nick grunts out at joe while you laugh.
“wardrobe mishap.” joe responds before nudging kevin with the chair. “it’s your turn to pay for food.” he aggressively reminds, tilting his head towards at you.
kevin fishes out his wallet and gives you more than what the order actually costed. you try to give the extra money back to him, “please, it’s too much.” you say.
“take it.” you turn your head to nick, confused. nick shrugs, looking a bit shy as he looked away again. “see it as a ‘thank you’ for earlier.”
kevin leans in towards joe, “if that’s his ‘thank you,’ why am i the one paying?” he complains before joe shushes him up.
the smile on your face is a little sad as you say, “i don’t need money as a ‘thank you.’ the words themself will suffice.” you insist before handing kevin back the extra $20.
“we’ll be in the car, bro.” kevin says to nick before he and joe leave.
then it’s just you two again.
“thank you.” nick says, looking back up at you again. your smile gets a bit bigger. “you’re welcome.”
the two of you stare at each other for a moment before nick seems to remember something. “oh, uh, you should go back inside. it’s really cold, uh…h-here!” nick starts shoving off his expensive-looking jacket to give to you but you stop all that as fast as you can.
“don’t, please! i have a hoodie inside, i’ll be fine.” you say, laughing.
nick gives you a wary look. “you sure?”
“positive.” you respond.
you walk backwards towards the restaurant, offering another awkward smile. “um, well, see you?”
nick nods. “yeah, definitely. a-at school?”
“yep! at school.” you confirm.
you and nick wave each other goodbye, and you end the awkward but heartwarming moment by going back inside. you go through the rest of your shift with a giddy smile on your face.
nick finds you in the hallways during study period on monday. his hair is kind of all over the place and he’s sweating a little, but he looks relieved to see you. the little fangirl in you lets out a squeal.
“hey! oh, um, sorry that was loud, uh, hey.”
you let out a chuckle, shaking your head. “hey.” you say back.
nick blushes a little, looking away. “that was embarrassing.” he mumbles.
you shake your head. “no, it was cute. you’re cute.” you blurt out, and nick’s eyes are wide when he looks back at you again.
“you’re cute too.” nick hurries to say, nodding. “no, actually, you’re more than cute, you’re-you’re beautiful. i mean, look at you, y/n, you’re beautiful.” nick stammers, admiring you from head to toe in his serious, awkward way.
although you can’t really blush, you feel your cheeks get hot at nick’s words. “thank you.” you say softly.
nick nods, “no problem.”
the two of you stand there in silence a bit, just staring at each other, wondering what to say next.
you find the words first, “so, how’s the situation with penny?” you ask, both out of curiosity and a little insecurity. you were not going tolerate being a second choice or a rebound or something stupid like that. you were raised to know better.
the expression on nick’s face gets a little more serious now. he shakes his head. “i’m over it.”
you give him a wary look. “you sure?”
nick takes a small step closer to you and yeah. your heart beats like crazy as nick looks into your eyes and takes your hand in his. “i fall fast. after you left, i…couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
your heart nearly beats out your chest. for real?
“for real?” you ask aloud.
nick lets out a gentle huff of laughter, looking absolutely handsome and warm and not the ice prince the magazines make him out to be.
“for real.”
it’s a couple of weeks later when nick asks you to be his girlfriend. you were in the middle of whooping his ass at table hockey when he caught you off guard with the question. the timer buzzes out and you beat him 6-3, but you were too preoccupied jumping into his arms and kissing him to care.
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demadogs · 1 year
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how long did it take you to watch the van scene the first time? about how many times did you rewind? did you catch the lip glance right away? did you think it was heading in a byler positive direction when mike was talking? how about when will was talking? were you happy/disappointed by the painting? how did you feel by the end of it? how devastated were you by will's crying?
the biggest thing i remember about my first watch of this scene was me saying out loud “holy shit already??” when will whipped out the painting bc it was barely ten minutes into volume two i was not prepared to see it that soon.
i like being fully immersed in what im watching so i didnt pause it or anything the first time i watched it and i didnt watch it again until after i finished volume two. i think i actually missed the lip glance but i noticed some others which is weird because that one is by far the most obvious like homie wasnt subtle at all.
i wouldnt say i thought it was heading in a byler positive direction in that moment mostly bc they were in the car with jonathan and argyle so i didnt expect any true feelings to be explicitly revealed right then and there.
i wasnt disappointed by the painting but i didnt think it would be dnd related bc the last time will played dnd with him didnt end well. but i also didnt think it would be the swingset bc they forgot wills bday and the swingset monologue was in the same scene. idk what i was expecting but i like the painting.
wills crying obviously broke my heart but i was also just very impressed by noahs acting. as always. i think i remember being kinda surprised when mike looked at him and then back at the painting and didnt notice him crying.
honestly i dont really have core memories of my first watch of this scene. i like the scene of course but it didnt make me cry or anything. if i had to pick one scene that i have the most vidid memories of my first watch of its running up that hill by FAR. i think the reaction you guys had to the van scene was the reaction i had to running up that hill lol. i talk about it all the time but im not exaggerating in the slightest when i say i started crying the second the flashbacks started and then i was just in utter amazement watching it as the music faded into an orchestra and all the visual effects were nothing like theyve ever done before and sadies performance was amazing and the flashbacks of all her happy moments and just the general concept of being stuck in this evil trance and sprinting to a portal to the real world?? oh my god its such an unbelievably perfect scene. the song choice could not have been more perfect. i literally paused it after, cried in the bathroom, and then watched it again. I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY I SOBBED??? SHE DIDNT DIE???!! i guess a montage of max mayfield being happy set to kate bush is all it takes to make me lose it.
another scene i vividly remember losing my mind at was when they revealed the upside down is stuck in 86 through nancys flashcards. i paused it when i saw that and read them and i immediately knew and lost my shit. that was such a perfect way to first reveal it.
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rpfisfine · 2 months
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(hi im back I got scared bc I worried I'd focused too much on myself in my last ask and the demons took over Help) idk why im shocked that there aren't any fics unique to wattpad I dont think the boyboy following is a wattpad bunch we're all old pretentious fucks (endearing). I rly hope they're cool with fics,,, i hope they Get It,,, that would be really sick. they've surprised me before, they can do it again!
you ARE being brave holy shit if I was in your position I think I'd shit myself to DEATH this tension is killing me but I agree your fics are so well written like they're rpf but more importantly they're really good??? truly moving?? literary even??? and i have hope that they'll appreciate that too
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HIIIIIIIIIII noooooooo omg not at all!!! its just that ive genuinely sucked ass at answering asks in general since the dawn of time and in the past couple of weeks i have gotten more asks than ive ever received before in my entire life LOL plus my memory is shit so if i dont answer Immediately i forget ive even been sent anything in the first place and its just this whole thing but me not responding wasnt caused by anything you did in the slightest i LOVE getting asks from you!!!
god i literally know it makes complete sense but at the same time it surprised me as well maybe wattpad rly isnt what i remember it being anymore maybe it has fallen off in a pretty major way since 2014..... dude i literally cannot exaggerate how much i want that to be true LOL i rly rly rly hope they are too like i know logically they wouldnt be making the video if they werent but still...... tbh aleksa does strike me as someone who has legitimately written self insert fanfiction abt him & alex in the past so. i think there's some hope for us (joking obvs. unless..)
im gonna be real there hasnt been one moment in the past couple of days where i wasnt shitting and pissing and vomiting myself to death i literally wake up in cold sweat nowadays expecting my inbox to be flooded w anons being like DUDE THE VIDEO IS OUT FHFGNG.. like its BAD the tension is kiling me as well. ohhhhhmy god stop you guys are sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo niceys to me i cant believe it..... god.....them apprer . them Complim , them ap- i cant even say it . is something i genuinely honestly cannot even begin to think abt like you guys r being so brave and normal abt this and r trying to comfort me constantly and i just feel like i havent made any mental progress at all since the day of the fateful discovery LOL like ever since i learned its not gonna be posted to their patreon w roughly 5000 subscibers like i hoped but instead to their yt channel with 800k+ subscibers i have been trying even Harder to gaslight myself into thinking my fics somehow wont make it into the video bc when i like sit down and make a serious attempt to entertain the possibility of 800k ppl potentially seeing my writing its just . Like my brain legitimately shuts down. i just cannot physically or mentally comprehend that number at all its not REAL!!!! to me!!!!!! get me out of here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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pulchrasilva · 10 months
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Hey totally normal couple of posts you just made there but also WHAT. COULD I HAVE A CRUMB OF CONTEXT THAT IS SO FUCKING FUNNY DUDE
Ahsmaksnk alright I was planning to just say shit without context but since you asked for it, prepare to hear about the worst fucking person!
So context for this story, Thomas Sanders has been struggling with a skin condition that has (among other things) been causing him to lose his hair. He's made a couple of videos, the most recent one coming with the announcement that he was shaving his hair off and changing a few other things about his look as a way to feel more confident in himself. I will say that the reactions I've seen from most fanders has been overwhelmingly positive and I'm getting the impression that he's been much happier since
And I only find this because I'm looking the roleslaying with roman tag, and certain fanders have the unfortunate tendency to tag unrelated Thomas Sanders stuff with the roleslaying tag
So he did a photoshoot with the new look recently. And I find edits of the photo shoot to put his old hairstyle back on, with a caption like "I think the old hair really ties it together 😍".
This is pretty damn insensitive and I have a tendency to go fucking feral when people are assholes about hair so naturally I go to the roleslaying server to bitch about this. Apparently I'm not the only one who's encountered this person, because I didn't even say a url before everyone is like "ugh god this fucking person".
So we're all morbidly fascinated by this person and we start looking through their blog. It's fucking vile in there. Just a whole lot of "wow Thomas is so sexy" coupled with "his new hair is gonna make me stop loving him :/" to make it really clear that they apparently think of him more as an object rather than a person with the right to look how he wants.
Turns out that they've been told directly that this is making Thomas uncomfortable and they haven't stopped. Their response to being criticised about this is genuinely hilarious. It includes some real gems like "I know it may seem like my love is conditional but it's not" (do you know the meaning of conditional) and "I just have some genuine concerns and criticisms" (you don't get to have genuine concerns about other peoples bodies) and "im not body shaming him" (this is absolutely body shaming. Honestly after hes been so vulnerable about his hair I'd say its worse than those other people) and "fanders can't handle even the slightest criticism towards Thomas 🙄" (maybe a fair criticism but what you're doing here is not criticism at all it's just being an asshole)
Apparently they got cancer as a kid or something and thought they were gonna lose their hair, so they get triggered by other people shaving their hair. And there was something about being afraid of change in there too. They described in great detail about how Thomas shaving his hair left them hyperventilating, and how when their irl crush said she wanted to shave her hair they kept dropping hints about how much they hated the idea until she left.
Honestly I'm concerned about them, other people's hair should not be leaving you this distressed. Like they need some help and I don't mean that in the "I don't like them so I'm gonna make jokes about them going to therapy way" I mean that entirely genuinely. I'd feel worse for them if they weren't such an asshole about it though. Like idgaf about your sob story if you're using it to justify asserting your own desires about how someone looks above their comfort and boundaries
Anyway yeah that's the reason I'm never gonna think about the silly fight with the bald guys in the same way every again. I mean I'm exaggerating but yeah
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im so obsessed with this picture. the question mark jacket. over the grid print blazer. over the polka dot vest. over the concentric circle shirt. with a different polka dot print tie. with some inexplicable armor for the tie knot. and a question mark pin that seems to be two separate pieces. and top it all off with green tinted glasses that you know are not even functional. hes so fucking much. i love him
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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years
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Always You | JJK (Drabble#4)
Summary: Jungkook is drunk and misses you. What happens when he teases you with a little video?
Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader
Genre: smut, fluff
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: Masturbation (male and female), phone sex
Notes: Decided to get this little thang out askdsdfj enjoy! Remember requests for drabble ideas are open! Lets chat:)
© taestefully-in-luv
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Jungkook stumbles into the empty apartment with Jimin and Taehyung following closely behind him. He curses under his breath as he takes his shoes off, the apartment is cold thanks to the running AC and he fucking shivers. He thought being this drunk he would be extra warm but nope, it doesn’t look that way.
“Jesus, what is the temperature set on?” Jimin is the first to outwardly complain. “Do you want me to freeze to death?”
“It is really cold, Jungkook.” Taehyung whines as he slips his own shoes off.
“Sorry…” Jungkook mutters, “y/n usually took care of the air. But as you two know she’s no longer with us”
“You’re acting like she died.” Jimin deadpans as Taehyung tries to stifle a chuckle.
“She isn’t answering her phone…” Jungkook pouts to himself. “She said she would always answer my calls no matter what.” He juts his lip out dramatically and Jimin rolls his eyes.
“She still has a life dude.”
“I am supposed to be her life.” He whines, walking in the living room and plopping down on the couch. “I was only going to tell her I miss her.”
“She knows you miss her man.” Taehyung sits down next to him, “We all know…”
“Well, now you guys get to hear it more.” Jungkook pipes up, “Because I miss her soooo much. I miss her hugs, her cuddles, her kisses, god, I really miss when she would suck my di—”
“Okay!” Taehyung cuts him off but Jimin swats Tae’s arm.
“No, let him finish.” Jimin says with a smirk.
“You’re gross dude.” Tae swats Jimin’s arm in return.
“God, she really knows how to ride dick too.” Jungkook drunkenly slurs out, “Like, she just really knows what she’s doing.”
“I’m glad my girl is getting so much praise!” Jimin claps his hands as his sly smile grows, “Please, tell us more.” He leans his head forward.
“Please don’t.” Taehyung chuckles awkwardly. “Do you guys want to play a game or watch music videos or something?”
“I want to talk to my girl.” Jungkook cries out dramatically. “I miss her.”
“Maybe you need to rub one out dude.” Jimin playfully remarks, “Make a video for her or something.” Jimin is so clearly joking but Jungkook’s entire face lights up like he was just given the best god damn idea in the world.
“Okay, you guys go home. I’m going to bed.” Jungkook stands up and begins walking to your shared bedroom.
“He realizes we aren’t leaving right?” Taehyung asks Jimin and Jimin just shrugs.
“Let’s watch music videos.”
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Jungkook has his phone set up on the desk, his camera on and pointed towards him. He has his shirt off and is only wearing briefs and sweats. He decides to run his fingers through his already messy hair and make it a bit more wild.
He’s going to send you a little teaser video. He presses record on his phone and sits at the desk, his legs spread wide as he rubs himself over his sweats. His cock grows harder and harder as he rubs himself, he throws his head back on the chair. He then takes his hand and drags the sweats and briefs down, letting his cock spring free. He strokes it gently while whimpering. He calls out for you over and over. His quiet voice rising just the slightest as he gets himself going.
And that’s it. That’s the video. He presses stop and watches it over and approves. He sends it to you with a smirk on his face, he hopes you love it.
y/n 3:34am
Jungkook, what the fuck
y/n 3:35am
I started watching that in public!!! Do you know how quick I had to turn off my phone!!!!!!
Jungkook 3:35am
Oh? So you do exist…I was starting to think you didn’t cuz you keep ignoring my calls
y/n 3:36am
im now just seeing the calls baby, Ill be home soon…ill video call you
Jungkook 3:36am
Good.
Jungkook suddenly becomes so fucking giddy, he jumps to his feet in rushed excitement. He can’t wait to see your gorgeous face. Unfortunately, he stood up way too fast, the world starting to spin…his drunken world.
“Ah, fuck.” He slurs.
But really, he can’t wait to talk to you, to see you. It’s been a few months and he has yet to visit. But texts and video calls are what’s getting him through everything, if he’s being honest. He really does miss you…he misses laying in bed with you just talking, he misses your laugh, he misses your smile, he misses the way you smell, he misses holding you…he just misses you.
He’s lying on his bed, staring up at the swirling ceiling, wondering when you will call. It’s around 4 am now and he’s starting to doze off. But thoughts of you are keeping him conscious.
Suddenly, his phone starts vibrating and he sees that he has a incoming video call from you. He excitedly and quickly taps his screen a million times until he’s answering.
“Hi.” He slurs out, his dopey grin making you laugh.
“Hi drunky.” You giggle, staring at him through your screen.
“Just wanted to talk to you and tell you I miss you. And that I love you more than literally anyone.” He smiles at you, his words getting jumbled together.
“I miss you too baby.” You say softly. “I just got home and I wish I was coming home to you instead.” You quietly pout and he wishes he could kiss your cute lips.
“I am going to buy my ticket to see you soon, I promise. Only two more weeks. Then I see you” He says, his smile fading. “I really do miss you babe. I feel so lost without you here.” He admits between soft breaths. “I left the AC on too low and I got back home and it was freezing.”
“Jungkook.” You whine, “The bill is gonna be so high.”
“It’s okay my love. I got it.” He assures you with a soft smile and you begin to melt. The screen does not do Jungkook justice.
“You look very handsome.” You gulp, “Did any girls hit on you tonight?”
“I didn’t notice…” Jungkook smirks, “I make sure to tell everyone I have a beautiful girlfriend.”
You can’t help but smile and laugh…you two have gotten into some pretty heated arguments over your insecurities…you don’t want a repeat of that.
“Good. You’re all mine.”
“All yours.” He blows you a kiss through the phone and you pout.
“I wish I could feel your lips on me right now.”
“I see you in 2 weeks my love, you will get all the kisses you want and need.” Jungkook slurs his words and you giggle.
“God, you are drunk.”
“Not uh.” He pokes his tongue out, “I’m maybe a little tipsy though!” he laughs for no real reason and you join him.
“So about that video…” you smirk at him, and he brings the phone to his chest as he giggles at his shamelessness.
“Hey! Bring the phone back to you!”
“What about the video? Hm?” Jungkook brings the phone back to his face and you rub your thighs together…his hair is wild and his expression screams that he’s beginning to become fucked out.
“I watched it when I got home.” You admit, “I think it made me…” you pause, biting your lip. “Really wet.”
“Oh really?” Jungkook feels his cock hardening at the thought of your wet pussy. “I want you to feel yourself for me and let me know.”
You chuckle, sliding your hand down your yoga pants and feeling yourself.
“I’m wet baby.”
“Your panties soaked?”
“I’m not wearing any.” You breathe out and Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath.
“Bad girl…” he finally says. “I wish I could bend you over my knee and spank you.”
“You wanna slap my ass?”
“Mhm. I want to fuck your ass too.” He slurs out and you feel your pussy clench around nothing.
“Can I touch myself?” you shyly ask him and he shakes his head with an evil grin.
“Not yet baby. I want you to watch me first.”
“Jungkook, why are you being unfair?” you whine, your fingers just above your aching clit that is dying to be touched.
“Just like playing with you a little.” He admits, “I like getting you so worked up.”
“Okay, I’ll watch you.”
Jungkook gets off the bed and places the phone on the desk, setting it up to where you can have the perfect view of him sitting in the chair.
“Should I continue where I left off?”
“Yes.” You sigh out heavily, waiting just waiting to see his gorgeous cock.
“What’s the magic word?” he teases and you’re so close to touching yourself.
“Jungkook.” You warn in an exaggerated whine, “Please.”
“Good girl.” And he’s snaking his hand down his sweats and pulling out his leaking member, it’s so hard and so swollen that your mouth waters immediately. God, you are so starved of his cock that even through the screen it has you desperate for him.
“I want you to grip your cock for me…” you begin to instruct, “And tug at the head just a little, get you feeling good.”
Jungkook obeys your orders as he gets a hold of his aching length, he starts by squeezing the tip just slightly getting him to groan out.
“Good, now use the lube baby. Put a generous amount in your palm, I want your dick soaked.” He does as you say, squirting the lube in his hand.
“Now stroke your cock for me, but don’t put too much pressure.”
“Baby…” he breathes out.
“Pretend that it’s my hand.” You softly order, “Pretend I’m there with you right now.”
“Ah.” Jungkook moans out as he strokes himself, “Feels good.” He says, causing you to arch your back. You begin moving your hips back and forth as you watch him.
“Okay,” you swallow hard, “Add more pressure and stroke yourself faster.”
Jungkook squeezes his hand around his length, his moans getting louder and you blink at him, your hand tightening its grip around your phone. He looks so fucking hot.
“I want you to take your other hand, yes good, and touch your balls for me, yes…just like that.” Jungkook is a sight for sore eyes, his cock and balls out on display and you want to jump through the screen and straddle his lap, sinking down on to him. Fuck, you want to touch yourself.
“Shit…baby…” you say, losing composure as you watch him get himself off, “Please let me touch myself.”
“Okay.” Jungkook gives the green light, “Rub your clit for me.” He says while rubbing himself faster and faster, his head thrown back in pleasure as high pitched moans leave his mouth.
“Thank you baby” you set your phone down, your hands quickly pull down your yoga pants and you immediately touch your desperate bundle of nerves.
“Gotta see you though.” Jungkook whines. “Need to see you. See your pussy, see your face.”
“Fuck, okay, hold on.” You prop the phone up on some pillows until he has the perfect view of you.
“Lemme see your fingers on that pretty pussy baby.” He softly commands and you feel yourself get dizzy. “Even through the screen I can see how fucking wet you are, my god.” Jungkook strokes himself faster. “My baby is so perfect.”
“How close are you? Can you wait for me?” You practically beg and he smirks.
“I got all night baby.” He winks, “Now get your fingers nice and wet, soak them. Then I want you to taste yourself.”
Your fingers gather your juices, drenching them in the process. You bring your fingers to your lips and suck on them, allowing a moan to escape. Jungkook rolls his eyes to the back of his head as he watches you.
“Good girl.” He praises, “How’s it taste? Fucking delicious, right?”
“Yes. Yes.” You moan out, your fingers going back to your clit.
“Want to see those fingers fuck your pretty pussy.” He slows down on his cock, he grips it tighter instead and rubs himself slowly. “Let me see.”
You slip one finger inside your hole and gasp, it’s been so long since something, anything has entered you like this.
“Another finger.”
Your eyes widen at his request…but you listen, you slide another finger inside your weeping cunt and begin to thrust them in and out of you.
“Another finger.”
“Jungkook.” You sigh out, “Another?”
“Yes baby, you can take it.” He fondles his balls some more, still stroking his dick. “Let me see.”
You slip a third finger in your hole and you start to feel full. You begin thrusting all three fingers in and out of you at a quick and brutal pace. His fingers would reach more places but yours will have to do for now.
“Ah fuck…” you grit out, “I wish you were here, Jungkook.”
“Keep saying my name.”
“Jungkook, Jungkook.” He starts rubbing himself faster now, he is losing it. He imagines you writhing beneath him, your lips apart, breathing heavily. He’s so close, he fucking close.
“Baby, let’s come soon.” He breathes out, “Together.”
“mmm.” Your other hand finds your clit, and you begin rubbing it faster and harder trying to set yourself over the edge.
“Imagine my cock is inside you right now baby, imagine me fucking you, making you scream my name.”
“Yes, Jungkook!” you yell out, not caring if your neighbors hear you. “Fuck, I’m about to come.”
Jungkook grips the tip of his cock and strokes himself so quickly, his hips meeting him halfway as he moans out your name over and over until his cum is spurting out and making a mess in his hand. That’s the last straw…that’s what you needed to see to get you to come.
You let the tension build so deliciously, until it snaps in half. You come all over your fingers, with the image that you’re creaming all over Jungkook’s cock.
“Ugh.” You groan, “I miss you so much…” you calm your heavy breaths, “Can two weeks hurry the hell up?”
Jungkook stares at the screen and smiles, his hand still sticky with his cum. He grabs a towel and cleans himself and is looking at you once again.
“Two weeks baby, and I’ll be there. I’ll be there to hold you, kiss you, fuck you.”
“Two weeks.” You say with a smile.
Two weeks and you’ll be reunited with your love.
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hello there :) uhm would it be possible to do 10 and 14 (if that’s okay) with lee!techno and you can choose the ler! :)
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10. “Im not ticklish.”
Lee!Techno Ler!Ghostbur
I completely forgot to put 14 in there somewhere, but I kinda did 10! Also, sorry I left in my inbox for so long!
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“Technoblade! The most wonderful thing happened today!” Ghostbur enthusiastically explained. To his friend who was currently bent over farming potatoes. He doesn’t understand why he still grows the vegetable since the contest had been over for many months now.
Technoblade shot up from his bent over position having been startled from the unexpected voice. “Hello Ghostbur, I’m busy.” He said, now settling back down to continue his work. Don’t get him wrong, Ghostbur was a delight to have around, but the reminder of Wilbur was something he didn’t want at the moment.
The ghost’s smile never faltered as he went on to tell the hybrid about his day. The story was rather uninteresting, but Techno listened to the rambling as if it was background noise. He was mostly tuning it out until he heard a series of strange events begin to unfold.
“-so I threw him over my shoulder and his axe fell out of his hand, thankfully because you never kno-“
Techno cut him off with a raise of his hand. “I’m sorry, what are you talking about again?”
Ghostbur sighed impatiently and placed a hand on his hip, he looked like a disappointed mother. “I knew you weren’t listening. I’m talking about tickling Tommy.” He paused for a minute in thought before looking back to the hybrid. “Say Techno, are you ticklish?”
Techno froze for a split second but tried to act natural. “I’m not ticklish. At least I don’t think so. You were saying?” He willed the ghost to simply forget what he’d admitted.
Ghostbur didn’t forget. “You think?” He questioned with a curious gaze.
“Yep.”
The younger man hummed in thought. Techno seemed like he wanted to be left alone, but he was intrigued at this point and tasered the man’s sides without a second thought.
Techno expected him to try and had attempted to ready himself for the oncoming sensation. He managed to stifle his reactions except for the physical twitch of his body. He cleared his throat, “See, not ticklish.”
“No wait, let me try again. Here, turn towards me.”
“I really don’t think that’s the best ide-“
“It is, I promise it is. Now turn”
The eldest sighed and turned as ordered. He was now looking up at Ghostbur, who kneeled in front of the man and set his hands on his sides before pausing.
“Just tell me if you really want me to stop, okay? But don’t worry, it should be fun.” The ghost said with a reassuring smile.
Techno had never been the best at eye contact, it was strangely intimate. His eyes shifted from the ground to his hands, only occasionally sneaking glances at his acquaintance.
The sensation was strange to say the least. Ghostbur was very gentle in general, it seemed to carry over to his touches as well. While it usually took more pressure to get any significant reactions from the warrior, tingles erupted from the areas the ghost touched.
He was unsure of if he should hold his reactions back. After all, he did have a reputation to keep up. But Ghostbur was so nice and whatever was going on with his hands definitely added onto the feeling.
Noticing the lack of response he was getting, Ghostbur moved his hands to now scribble a little firmer on the hybrid’s stomach.
The change was immediate. On Techno’s end, the feeling was stronger and more satisfying than it was before. It now drew huffs of laughter that bordered into titters when Ghostbur skimmed over a particularly bad spot. On Ghostbur’s end, he saw a small change, but it was all he needed. Now motivated with the knowledge that Technoblade was at least a little ticklish, he continued.
His hands drifted downwards to Techno’s hips as he kept up the firm yet gentle scribbling. As he got lower, Techno’s squirming became apparent and he let out slightly muffled titters. By the time Ghostbur’s hands made contact with Techno’s hips, the restricted laughter became more unfiltered.
“Ohohokay, you gohot me Ghohohostbur. You can stohop now.” Techno uncharacteristically giggled out. He didn’t want it to stop, but was unsure of what to do with himself at the moment.
Ghostbur slowed to a stop, not wanting to overstep but clearly disappointed. “We were just getting into it! Do I really have to stop?”
Techno was much better at masking his emotions than his companion and was able to seem somewhat nonchalant in his reply. “I guess you can keep goin’ if you want to. But you aren’t going to get much more than this.”
Whatever repressed embarrassment he felt was overshadowed by the look of pure excitement on Ghostbur’s face.
The excitement transpired into his touches as he went back to the man’s hips and tried squeezing instead. It worked like a charm, having caught him off guard. The shock caused Technoblade to fall onto his back, Ghostbur following suit and not being affected by the change in position. If anything, he had access to more exposed areas. He continued the light hearted assault of gentle squeezes, the grip on Techno’s hips keeping him pinned on his back.
The touches stayed the same, an unyielding flurry. Another consistency was the silence from Ghostbur, making Techno’s laughter the only sound. Even though he hadn’t been flustered by previous teasing, the silence seemed to have a completely different affect.
“SAHAhay sohomething!” Techno practically squawked out. He was surprised at the amount of strength Ghostbur had, he had no trouble holding the warrior in place.
Ghostbur honestly hadn’t meant to stay quiet at all, he simply got lost in thought and concentration. He couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased with the outcome, however, and couldn’t help but be a little smug.
“Like what?” Ghostbur asked. “Like how fun this is? I’m having so much fun with you, Technoblade! I think your laugh is as bright as the sun, and I’ve gotten pretty close to the sun, so I’d know.”
Ghostbur decided that getting to watch the normally stoic Technoblade hide his face and emit muffled giggles was one of his new favorite things. And it would definitely be worth whatever revenge was surely coming his way. As the idea of revenge came into his mind, he couldn’t help but lose some of the small ler mood he’d developed. But, there was still a chance to tire the piglin hybrid out enough to at least hold off revenge for the near future.
The ghost thought long and hard about how to tire him out without overdoing it and overstepping any unknown boundaries. He didn’t remember ever seeing Techno being tickled. But, he did recall seeing Phil scratch behind his ears, Techno leaned into the touch and smiled every time.
He noticed Techno starting to squirm more and being his hands near the ghost’s. Having no other bright ideas, he stopped the tickles on his hips, and brought his hands to the man’s ears. He began gently scratching behind them towards the base, similar to what he’d seen.
The reaction was small, but the ghost found it incredibly endearing. Techno leaned into the touch, as expected, his hands came to hold Ghostbur’s forearms but didn’t try to pull him away. Instead, he let out occasional huffs of air through his nose and grinned widely. His eyes closed and he closely resembled a happy cat.
Ghostbur repressed any verbal reactions as to not disturb Techno in such a vulnerable state. But when the man started to stur, he slipped a hand away from his ears and let it gently scratch around his stomach.
Now with gentle tickling on both his stomach and ear, Techno all but melted. The occasional huffs were replaced with much bouncier chuckles. The feelings were not overwhelming in the slightest for him, quite the opposite actually, as they left him feeling relaxed and wanting a nap.
Techno opened his eyes and looked at Ghostbur with a dazed but undeniably happy look on his face. Ghostbur had stopped the tickling earlier than he had planned, he recognized that he’d accidentally melted Techno before doing any real wrecking. But they were both satisfied.
Once Ghostbur had moved from his hips, Techno sat up. He looked to where he was previously laying and saw the smushed crops that would undoubtedly need to be replanted. He looked back to his friend, “I’m going to get you back for that in particular.” He teased light heartedly but there was no mistaking the statement for a lie.
Ghostbur gave a sheepish smile, “But not now though?” He questioned, not really minding either way.
“Nope. You’ll live to see tomorrow, maybe.” He shot his eyes back to the ghost at the last part with a playful glint in them. But his posture remained relaxed and there was still the nagging need for rest. He stood up and began making his way to his house. “I think I’m goin’ to go sleep now, thanks for that or whatever.”
Ghostbur scrambled to his feet as well and looked after the already walking hybrid. “Can I come too?” He called after him.
Techno gave a sarcastically exaggerated sigh and turned his head to look back as Ghostbur, “I suppose.” He let out another chuckle when Ghostbur cheered and ran up to join him at his side. Ghostbur had broken a barrier by the physical contact and the tension present in thier first moments together was long gone.
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I’m soft.
I also just finished state testing!!! Whoooo! In total, this past week I tested for about 11 hours...ouch. But I’m glad I got it done and I think I did pretty good!
Anyways, super sorry I let this sit in my inbox for so long, I just couldn’t think of what to put. I really like how this turned out though and I hope you do too! 💕💕
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How Bad is Sia’s “Music” really?
I watched it illegally (because there was no way I was paying for that bullshit) and found out. It’s not as bad as we thought... It’s worse.
TW for ableism, Sia, drugs, alcohol, just in general a terrible movie, meltdowns, blackface
Literally the first thing you hear while they’re showing the production companies is THOSE stereotypical noises. If you’ve seen the trailer, you’ll know what I mean.
And yes, she does this for the WHOLE fucking movie
What was the need to show her in her underwear? Maddie Ziegler was 14 when this was made, so what was the need??? And why did Sia prolong the scene by having her hitting herself?
Less than a minute in and my reaction was already “what the fuck is this shit?”
So the opening number not only had stereotypical exaggerated facial expression, it has Maddie in BLACKFACE?!? And with culturally appropriated hair?!?
The exaggerated facial expressions are literally constant and I took photos during the film to show it, more later, but I’ll keep mentioning it
ITS LITERALLY THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME SHE IS ON SCREEN
Even her way of walking is fucking offensive, Jesus Christ
The vocalisations just had me cringing so hard, I cannot describe how awful it made me feel
Why do all the neighbours need to be paid off and help her when she goes for a walk? I don’t-
Yes, by about the five minute mark I was already seriously debating all my life decisions. It was that bad.
Kate Hudson really didn’t give a fuck that her grandma died
I will keep saying it but WHY are the facial expressions/vocalisations CONSTANT?!! Literally they do not stop at all. I work with a child who is actually similar to this in that he’s nonverbal and he makes similar noises/faces, but the way they’re in this movie is so over-exaggerated?!? And even the kid I work with doesn’t do it 24/7?!?
Sia, calling your characters Zu and Music doesn’t make them interesting in the slightest. They’re still painfully terrible and one dimensional
Literally ONE minute after being left alone with her autistic sister, Zu calls the mental health service asking if they could “theoretically” “pick up” her sister?!? Like she wants to get rid of her already?!?
“A magical little girl” - autism isn’t a magical power?!? And Music is a young woman, not a little girl?!? Why are you infantilising her?!?
Okay I’m not being funny but this choreography is NOT hard. ANYONE can do it, so claiming that you needed to hire a dancer to be Music because of the numbers is literally bullshit (and even so, there are so many amazing autistic actors and dancers?!?)
20 minutes in and I wanted to give up
So she had her first meltdown because her hair didn’t get braided immediately and that’s... certainly interesting??
The fact that Leslie Odom’s character says “I’m going to crush you now”?!?
AND THEN HE FUCKING PICKS HER UP AND FULL-BODILY PINS HER DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR
“I’m crushing her with my love” - oh fuck you, just fuck you
So Sia lied, the restraint scenes were NOT removed and there was no warning. She’s a fucking POS liar
I have no idea why he’s called Ebo or why he has such a cliche African accent?!? I might have missed out on why because I was busy trying not to bang my head into the table while I watched this film but just... yikes
“He (his brother) liked to be held” - YEAH, HELD. NOT FUCKING CRUSHED
“He is dead now” - IM NOT FUCKING SURPRISED IF YOU CRUSHED HIM LIKE THAT
The constant babying and patronizing of the autistic character is so exhausting to watch. I’m so tired
“Planning on sending her to the people pound but I guess I’ll keep her a little longer” - SHE WAS JOKING BUT THAT WAS NOT EVEN REMOTELY A FUNNY JOKE. NOT EVEN IN AN AWKWARD WAY
STOP THE FACES IM-
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^ YEAH, Sia, totally a fucking love letter to the autistic community here ^
So Zu finds this necklace she made as a kid that had a little dog on it, and she says to Music, “He had seizures too, just like you”... MELTDOWNS AND SEIZURES ARE NOT EVEN REMOTELY THE SAME FUCK THIS MOVIE-
It’s like Sia is trying to make the movie funny but it’s really not at all
Is Zu implying that Music is autistic because the mum was a junkie?!?
For real though, the dialogue in general is so fucking awful and cringey. Whoever wrote this should never be allowed to write again
Did she seriously leave her autistic sister alone to talk to who I’m presuming was her dealer or loan shark?!?
Also why is he - a white dude - wearing cornrows?!?
So who is the film really about? The autistic girl or the older sister saviour? I think we all know the answer to that one
WHY IS SHE WALKING AROUND WITH HER TEETH JUTTING OUT LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME
The musical numbers are literally so painful to watch. The overly bright colours, the flashing... my eyes were hurting and so was my brain
Autism representation aside for a second, the musical numbers/choreography are all fucking atrocious. Ditto for the costumes
LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WERE THE PINK OOMPA LOOMPA FRUIT THINGS?!? THEY LOOK LIKE THE PINK VERSIONS OF VIOLET BEAUREGARDE THE BLUEBERRY
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I wanted to cry by this point, this movie is far more awful than I thought
“I’m not saying she doesn’t want to change, I’m saying she can’t” - FUCK YOU. Why is it okay for him to assume what she can or can’t do
Can I just say that autistic people aren’t constantly in a coked up wonderland state?!! We don’t see the world as a wonderland fantasy world 24/7?!!
“She can hear you from two rooms away” / *shows her listening through two brick walls to a conversation* — Also, we don’t have super fucking sonic hearing?? WE CANT HEAR THROUGH FUCKING BRICK WALLS?!?
“She can understand everything you’re saying to her” - she’s autistic not fucking deaf
Less than 45 minutes in, there’s another meltdown in the park
“I’m not climbing on top of a small screaming white girl in public” - yeah please fucking don’t
So Zu fucking pins her down with her weight 🤦‍♀️
“She doesn’t know who she’s hitting” - IM SORRY WHAT
EBO LITERALLY SAID “TREAT HER LIKE A BEAR” when talking her through the prone restraint, I fucking CANNOT
“Tell her she’s safe” - NOT IF YOU FUCKING RESTRAIN HER LIKE THAT SHE IS NOT
The fact that she gets up, smiling and happy after a meltdown and immediately is excited to get a snow cone... I can honestly say that after a meltdown, I am in no way happy or smiling. I am often not very verbal and I’m withdrawn/not myself for at least several hours, usually the rest of the day. Fuck this film
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This film is literally just about Zu, and Music is there for a plot device to give her character development. That’s all she’s there for.
Love how Sia shoehorned Zu being suicidal in there. You know, just to try and make her more easy to sympathize with (it doesn’t work)
This film is literally just a 1 hour 47 minute Sia music video with ZERO plot
WHY WERE THEY WEARING PILLOW DIAPERS IN ONE NUMBER-
I really did not feel into the side plot with that guy who was fighting but it was still better than the actual movie so...
I am SO DONE with the NON STOP CONSTANT vocal shit. So tired.
LOJ’s only role in this film is to be the stereotypical wise black guy who assists a white woman’s story. There’s like hardly any other depth there
The Ebo/Zu romance is so fucking stupid and pointless and out of NOWHERE. I couldn’t even tell if they were into each other or not
I was already so bored of the musical numbers by this point. They added NOTHING to the plot but they pretended they did, and I was so over it. And it’s not because I’m not “creative enough” or anything to understand, I love musicals and I think it could have been cool if done right... but it wasn’t. They were a mess. It’s just bad.
Sia really tried to pretend her movie was deep but really it’s a shallow mess
So Zu is meeting rich drug clients and says to Music “try not to have one of your freak outs up there” and “if you could try to get it out now”... FUCKING YIKES. It’s not an on/off button, shut the fuck up
YEP THIS WAS THE SIA CAMEO FUCK THAT BITCH
The fact that she just calls “DRUG DEALER?!? DRUG DEALER IS THAT YOU”, fucking end this please-
I fucking hate this bitch I’m dead serious
“We’re gonna send them to Haiti cause there’s been an earthquake. All these buildings fell down, children’s bones were dislocated” - WHY WAS SHE SO CHEERFUL ABOUT IT
“Gonna buy a shit load of pain meds, gonna but them on my private plane” - FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU
“Pop stars without borders” - Sia thinks she’s so clever but I would give anything to punch her I swear-
ANOTHER MUSICAL NUMBER JUST STOP IM BEGGING YOU
There’s this awkward conversation/bit with Zu and her drug dealer/loanshark about his outfit that was clearly meant to be funny but was just flat and painful
Yep, Sia really showed Music eating chewing gum off the underside of a park bench. Of course.
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Look, the kid I work with does similar stuff by putting literally anything and everything in his mouth but like... why would you put that in your movie?
And there’s no indication before this that Music puts everything and anything in her mouth, she just randomly decides to get on her knees, under the bench and eat chewing gum, like she calculates that it’s there and gets it???
She has a THIRD meltdown after an allergic reaction to a bee sting and her sister just yells at her before realizing... I’m not here for this movie, I feel like I drifted off and was not really there
So Zu got angry because she left the drugs at the park but she’s not that upset that her sister had an allergic reaction???
Zu gets absolutely drunk because a) she lost Sia’s drugs and b) she’s stressed out by her autistic sister... wow, great message, Sia!
She really fucked off and left her sister alone to go clubbing/on a bender
The less said about the musical number here the better
Sia’s movie also checks the box of having stereotypical Asian parents, specifically stereotypical Asian dad being harsh/angry and hitting his wife!
ALSO HE PUSHED AND KILLED HIS SON WTF IS HAPPENING
Less than 3 minutes after the last, there’s a musical number that I think was about this side character going to heaven... another shitty Sia-esque number
The patterns during the number made my brain hurt.
Also there are so many autistic actors who can also dance, and yet Sia chose the neurotypical one because ✨ N E P O T I S M ✨
I just want to know how it was deemed necessary to show the fact the autistic character peed/wet herself? I mean... ??? It’s just so undignified and not at all necessary to the plot. Nothing happens after that, it just moves onto the next scene and it didn’t do anything
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“I have no one” - 1) YOUR FUCKING SISTER. 2) GEE I FUCKING WONDER WHY, couldn’t be that you’re a shitty human being?!?
There’s a scene where Music is walking and she does ALL the stereotypical behaviours at once... just YIKES
Zu somehow stopped another meltdown just by grabbing Music by the shoulders and sitting her down???
Aaand yep. Another shitty musical number
Zu really goes to put her sister in a fucking facility and claims it’ll be “better for her” - BULLSHIT. Better for Zu, maybe, not Music.
Ah yes - the girl who the characters have said has problems with routines being changed/change in general... you’re now going to fuck up her routine by dumping her in a facility. Perfect Plan.
The nonverbal autistic girl suddenly speaking to say “don’t go” - you can just predict it from the off, can’t you?
Love that as soon as Music starts talking, Zu is like “fuck it, I’ll keep her!”
Zu really went and crashed Ebo’s brothers wedding... in a fucking bralette... YIKES
“I almost gave Music away” - SHE IS NOT A DOG YOU DONT GIVE PEOPLE AWAY
“We should sing a song” - PLEASE DO FUCKING NOT
Also that kiss/romance montage between Zu and Ebo was the CRINGIEST fucking shit ever
This movie seems to be implying that Music has locked in syndrome or something, like she’s locked in her own head or whatever it’s called, and I just... *sigh*
Oh and now Music magically fucking sings in a room FULL of strangers... this is literally embarrassing, please let this end
I mean it, this movie was fucking painful to watch on ever level
She got a service dog puppy which... okay?
Oh look, it’s the only decent song on the soundtrack but with an absolutely shitty over-stimulatory music video with the credits!
I can only name 5 characters in this film. Maybe 7 at a push, but even then I would be guessing
AND YEP SHE THANKED AUTISM SPEAKS OVER THE CREDITS. FUCK YOU SIA 🖕🏻
Let me reiterate: this is a movie about a neurotypical former drug addict whose character development comes from the autistic character, from having an autistic sister she has to take care of. I’m so tired.
We are NOT plot devices or tools for character development. Not once does anyone in this film treat Music like a human being - she’s treated as a burden, a problem, and then like a pet that they decide to keep. Not once is the film focused on how she is feeling - it’s always about Zu or Ebo. The performance itself was so over exaggerated and it made me want to cry when I watched it because this is how the world sees us, and this movie will make it ten times worse. It’s stuff like this that made me think “I don’t want to be labelled as autistic because people will think I’m a certain way”, that made me wait so long before going to the GP to get a referral.
As I said, poor autistic representation aside, the movie is just so appallingly bad. It truly is one of the worst films I’ve watched. If you’re going to watch it, please don’t - or, if you want to because you want to see how bad it is/to raise awareness/critical posts, at least do it illegally. Do not give Sia your money.
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daddyhausen · 2 years
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Kenny Omega ignoring you while he’s playing a video game? You’re riding his thigh and whining for him but he doesn’t pay attention until you cum without his permission?
i miss kenny so much please !! :((
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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, thigh riding, daddy kink, submissive/dominant dynamic, marking, hickeys, nipple play, cock riding, male + female orgasm, multiple orgasms rough sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, cockwarming
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to say you were needy was a complete understatement. your body absolutely riddled with arousal, such need and want from him, did he act upon it? of course not! not even the slightest bit of attention directed your way since he arrived home. kenny had been back for almost a week, not that you were counting, and he had yet to lay a finger on you, he’d spent most of his hours sat on the couch, a controller in his hand, mind far too preoccupied by video games for him to even think about a quick fuck, 
it was starting to drive you insane. at first you’d thought you’d leave him be since he’d been on the road for so long, but this was starting to get beyond a joke! most, if not all the nights he’d been back, you’d have to relieve the aching pit of arousal in your belly yourself, sneaking off to the bathroom while he was gaming, vibrator in hand, moans echoing around the enclosed space, loud enough in the hopes that he would hear you and get the hint. still nothing. 
you were growing impatient, arousal clouding your thoughts. you needed him badly. you stepped food into the living room, noticing his eyes still heavily fixated on the t.v screen, like it had exactly been for the past six hours or so. his attention was completely enamoured by the game. you needed to gain his attention, and quickly, you did not want to have to spend another night alone in the bathroom with your vibrator!
quickly, you stripped bare, the shuffle of your clothing intentionally loud, still he remained fixated on the t.v. making you way beside him on the couch, a sultry sway in your step, still he did not even offer you a glace. even when you stood bare in front of him, begging to toy with yourself, perfect breasts in his face, twirling and tugging at your nipples with soft moans spilling from your lips, he simply averted his head to the side, gaining his vision of the screen again. 
you gave a frustrated huff, more exaggerated than most, eventually settling yourself upon his thigh, the skin exposed via the gym shorts he was wearing, the sensation warm against your soaked cunt. your hands wrapping around his shoulders, head buried into the crook of his neck, quietly moaning soft pleas in his ear. still nothing, the only response he offered was simply placing his chin upon your shoulder, hands locking around your waist so he’d have better access to the controller. 
“daddy please…” you whimpered softly into his ear, your hips slowly starting to swirl, your cunt becoming increasingly wet, desperate for him to offer you the slightest bit of attention. he merely responded with a soft grunt, although you were not exactly sure if it was because of the video game of the bulge growing in his gym shorts. you smiled into his shoulder at the small victory bestowed upon you, slowly noticing him begging to unravel, despite his keeping a calm exterior.
your breath began to labour, hips swirling with such an intense need to bring yourself to release on his thigh. you tried your best to stifle your moans, knowing that he possibly had his friends on call with him, having to bury your head into his shoulder with failed attempts. you could not control it, the pleasure far too intense, you let yourself go, sweetness spilling upon the exposed skin of his thigh. 
your body riding the wave of euphoria that coursed through you. he gave a simple sigh, lips pursed with a low exhale. he set his controller down, took off his headphones and turned off the console. he stared up at you for a few moments, your laboured breaths beginning to soften as he spoke. 
“who said you could cum without my permission, princess?” he cocked his head to the side, his words fluttering with a question that you could not answer. you simply smiled in response, finally getting the reaction you so desperately craved for days now. you kissed him, rather harshly might i add, a singular arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you up from his thigh with ease. the other prying his gym shorts down, exposing his now fully-erect cock.
“how many times do i gotta tell you, princess…” his words muttered against your lips, positioning the tip of his cock at your dripping entrance. “you only cum when i say you can”
his movements were quick, rough, slamming you down on his cock with such an intensity you’ve lusted for these past few days. his size filled you up with such ease, stretching your walls. your head thrown back in pleasure, breaking the kiss as his lips trailed down your neck and chest, leaving soft purple bruises in their wake before eventually settling at your hardened nipples. his lips attached around your left nipple, nipping and sucking at the sensitive, swollen bud, all the while his cock absolutely destroyed your cunt with rough, violent thrusts.
“i’m sorry, daddy…” you cried out into his shoulder, the sensations vibrating through his skin. “i missed your cock so much…i’m sorry”
“that’s not good enough, princess” he grunted, twisting your nipple between his teeth, his grip only tightening around your waist, slamming you down on his thick cock, trying desperately to ruin you. “you should know better-”
“i know, daddy! i’m sorry! please just let me cum around your cock!” your cries went unheard for the moment, he tugged your nipple with his teeth, loving the way your full breasts bounced as he released it. he merely sat back and watched you for a moment, the way you’d desperately rut and bounce on his cock, crying out for release, it amused him. 
“i don’t think you deserve to” he chucked, offering you a particularly rough thrust. “after all…you did disobey my orders”
“please, daddy! i’ll be good…please” he interlocked his fingers into your hair, tugging your head roughly to the side, sucking deep purple bruises into your skin. your cheeks stained with hot tears from the lovely assault his cock provided your cunt. you were so close, cunt already so overstimulated from your first orgasm, still he was relentless. 
he remained silent for the time being, a signal that he was completely devoted to giving you the pleasure you needed. his hands fell to your waist again, his grip tightened, holding you close to his chest, head buried into your shoulder as his hips bucked up to meet your movements. the swirling of your hips began to falter, mind hazy and completely fucked out as you spilled over his cock. still he did not stop, offering you the most mind numbing orgasm you’d ever experienced. 
he gave one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt, fucking his seed deep into your aching pussy. your body melted into his, the sensation of his seed was unmatched, possibly the best feeling in the world. you adored it. he pried his body from yours, tilting your chin down to meet his gaze, he placed a sweet kiss upon your lips, his cock still buried deep inside your warmth, softly throbbing still, offering you the most pleasant sensation. 
“aren’t you happy that i made you wait for my cock, princess” he smirked with such an overconfident, cocky tone, one that made you playfully hit his chest. 
“you bastard, you knew how horny i was all this time and you did nothing?!” he brought you down to kiss him once more, smirking against your lips. 
“of course. but the reward was so worth the wait, don’t you agree?”
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sokkas-honour · 3 years
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number 16 w zuzu??
detention - zuko x reader
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pairing: zuko x reader
wc: 1.5k with lyrics
notes/warnings: this takes place with s1 zuko so it won’t be too happy. also the relationship isn’t exactly healthy because the song just doesn’t give me space for that. i also switch between talking about zuko and y/n so be warned.
somewhat of a part two
atla taglist: @missmorosis @draqondance @biqherosix
im not a bad guy, so don't treat me bad if im feeling sad, alright?
“y/n!” the banished prince yelled as he violently slammed your door open in the early hours of the morning. you groaned and turned in your bed so your back was facing him, you didn’t want to deal with zuko right now.
“y/n, you’re late. you’re late by thirty minutes.” he stated rather harshly and crossed his arms as he stood his ground by your door, observing you trying to pretend not to hear him.
annoyed, he started to make his way towards you to rip the covers off of your body stopped when he saw the tears stains on your cheek. his hands froze right above the cover, unsure what to do.
you could feel his presence so you reluctantly pushed the covers off of you, causing the ex prince to move back in order not to be slapped by it. you turned to face him and saw the slightest bit of concern etched into his face, you rose your eyebrow in confusion.
“why are you looking at me as if i’ve just come back from the worst fight of my life.” you questioned, your morning voice coming out as slightly raspy, though not as much as zuko’s. you were one of the only people that could talk to zuko however you wanted.
the firelord had ordered you about two years ago to serve as some sort of bodyguard to the banished prince. you had been ripped away from your people and family at a young age, one of the last waterbenders of the southern water tribe. he had decided to spare your life and in turn, you had to serve the young fire nation royalty. between the two siblings, zuko was the kindest to you and often offered to spar with you meaning your water bending contained many firenation forms.
when he’d been burned by his father and sent to find the avatar, you had been assigned to only him. you served as some sort of normality to the young firebender, a way to try and keep him sane. zuko respected you and treated you as a friend but his constant mood swings around you made him extremely unpredictable. nonetheless, he was the only friend you’d ever known and cared immensely for him.
“were you crying?” he spoke up after a short silence had fallen in between the both of you.
“no, why?”
“then why are there tear stains on your cheeks.” he persisted, using his voice that he usually reserved for the guards when they annoyed him.
you sighed, you had forgotten how you’d felt down last night and your mind immediately went to your parents. you still had memories of them but as you grew, they slowly faded more and more which terrified you. the whole fiasco making you fall asleep crying long after midnight.
“forget it, it’s not important. i was just feeling down.” you confessed, sitting up in your bed.
“good because you’re getting extra cleaning duties for missing our sparring station.” any ounce of friendliness that he’d shown a minute ago vanished and you were left with the zuko that the entire crew knew, the angsty, ungrateful and hot headed prince.
please don't be mad if i don't smile back, alright? if i fuck up my words, don't think im absurd, alright?
he left your room and made his way towards the front of the boat, leaving you dumbfounded and confused to his 180 towards you.
zuko never knew how to express his emotion to begin with but when it came to you, he was clueless on how to act. you made him feel things that he wasn’t use to, you constantly tried to make him feel loved, something that he’d only received from his mother and it confused him. he hated that he’d caught feelings for his friend and the only way he knew how to act was aggressiveness. so, whenever you showed respect he gave it to you back but whenever you showed him affection, you only received aggressiveness.
he was always terrified of you waking one day and deciding to be furious at his lack of emotional connection with you, and you had every right to do that, frankly he was surprised you still hadn’t cracked. every morning, you’d greet him with the biggest smile on the deck of the boat to start your sparring session, and practically every morning, you were met with a grumble and an emotionless face.
he truly had no idea how to deal with your kindness and patience, he knew that if he was in your place, he would’ve yelled at himself much earlier. zuko just didn’t deserve you for the way he treated you, and he completely knew that but a part of him tried his hardest to show some sort of emotion when it was just the two of you.
those moments were limited but, on those occasions, you’d watch him try and put his feelings into word, he always failed miserably which always earned him an encouraging smile from you.
alright? im physically exhausted
you dragged yourself out of bed, that wasn’t the first night you’d cried yourself to sleep. being stuck with zuko was fine to extent, you constantly tried to show him only kindness, hoping that one day he’d give it back you all the time and not just on isolated occasions.
the constant kindness on top of your recent longing for your parents and your people completely drained you for any energy.
you sighed and went to close the door as soon as zuko left and got ready for the day, throwing on a random red tunic. you took a quick look in your mirror to make sure you didn’t look like a complete mess and you completely saw why zuko’s intial reaction to seeing you was concern, you looked terrible. your hair was dishevelled, your cheeks were red and had a faint tear trail, your eyes were puffy and your eye bags were prominent, meaning anyone could see your lack of sleep in the last couple of days.
the lack of care definitely told you how tired you were but your treasured the fact that you weren’t on zuko’s bad side, you loved your moments together when he’d open up. you knew that if you didn’t follow his orders, which he frankly didn’t give you often, you could easily loose anything you’d built up.
tired of my knuckles beating, im chewing gum to pass this time of sadness
you sat down with the rest of the guards and munched down on your breakfast of rice. munched down is an exaggeration, you simply picked at it. none of them questioned it, you weren’t close to any of them and they simply thought you were brave and foolish to befriend the prince, to deal with his obnoxious behaviour. they were right in their own way.
cant you see it? you're too busy seeking selfish wishes, don't care how im feeling
at the end of the day that’d you spent practically by yourself, you knocked on zuko’s chamber, hoping you could talk to him. he’d built his own habit of coming to yours whenever he’d have a problem or something that troubled him so you assumed you had the right to do the same.
“who is it?” his harsh raspy voice practically yelled from behind the door.
“it’s y/n.” you heard footsteps on the other side approaching the door and he opened it. you smiled slightly as you saw the book that was abandonned on his bed.
“i was wondering if i could talk to you?” you sheepishly asked, raising your hand to scratch the back of your neck. he responded with a nod and moved out of the way so that you could step in. you made your way to his bed and sat on his, waiting for him to join you.
he made his way next you and looked at you expectingly, waiting for you to start telling him what was on your mind.
“i guess you deserve an explanation as to why i’ve been like this in the last couple of days.” you started but he soon interrupted you.
“it’s fine. you can resume aiding me in catching the avatar tomorrow, i’m sure you’ll be fine.” his interruption shocked you, it was just, completely out of place and downright rude.
“you know what zuko.” your usually kind gaze turned harsh as you stood up. “you’re so fucking selfish, i’ve let you come to me whenever you want to tell me about your problems. god forbid you do the same. you could care less about how i’m feeling! you’re so blind and oblivious to how much that hurts! it hurts to care about someone who doesn’t even seem to give an ounce of care about how you feel!”
your voice had risen to the point that the guards outside of his room probably heard you accuse him. annoyed by his selfish actions that hurt you more than you’d care to say, you quickly left his chamber wanting to be alone.
zuko looked at you leave and cursed himself, you were the kindest person and he’d probably hurt you more than he could fathom. god was he stupid.
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the-l-spacer · 3 years
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Summary: In which Madeleine's latest attempt to hash things out with Espresso gets a little... out of hand.
This is my first cookie run fic i. genuinely can’t believe im writing for this game now. Anyways, hope ya like it!!
He sees the knight striding towards him, spotless armour clinking smartly with each step he takes, cloak billowing ever-so-slightly behind him.
His lip curls, practically a reflex.
“Espresso. Do you have a moment?” Madeleine's voice, like his appearance, is meticulously crafted to capture the attention of anyone in his vicinity. A deep, resonant baritone that carries authority, brooks no room for disagreement, least of all disagreement from a particular surly practitioner of Coffee Magic.
Or at least, that’s what Madeleine likes to think. For all his chivalrous acts and airs seem to have no effect on Espresso in the slightest, who simply sighs and rolls his dark, bespectacled eyes.
“Do me a favour; skip the pretence that participation in this conversation is optional, and get to the point. I have research that needs attending to.”
Perhaps a few months ago, Espresso’s brusque reply would have stopped Madeleine in his tracks, wiped the genial smile off his face. But as it is, they’ve spent far too much time together (unwillingly, on Espresso’s part) for the other to be fazed by mere unfriendliness. So he simply barrels on as if Espresso had never spoken. “It appears as if that young band of cookies are keen on having us join their party.”
As one, they glance over to the campsite a little ways away, where Gingerbrave and Chilli Pepper are engaged in a mock-swordfight, wielding pieces of gathered firewood, with Wizard, Strawberry and Custard cheering on. Gingerbrave rushes forward, ‘sword’ held aloft, but Chilli Pepper sidesteps his attack, and before his momentum can carry him too far, grabs the scruff of his collar, and turns him to face her. “Sloppy work, kid. I could catch that coming from a mile away. Next time, try-” She pauses mid sentence, noticing Espresso and Madeleine’s gazes. She winks, and gives a two-fingered salute. “Hey! Wanna watch me spar with a buncha kids? There’s plenty of room on that log over there, but just a little warning, I charge adult spectators.”
Madeleine waves a hand. “No need to relieve our pockets just yet, friend Chilli Pepper. Espresso and I are perfectly content watching from afar.”
“And besides, we have better things to do,” Espresso adds, “Like being corralled by a paladin into having pointless conversations.” The last bit, he aims at Madeleine, who’s response is to grin wider.
If the irony in Espresso’s statement registers to Chilli Pepper, she doesn’t show it, and simply shrugs. “Don’t let me interrupt. You boys might wanna head a little further away to have that ‘pointless conversation’ though, it’s probably gonna get noisy up in this joint.”
“An excellent idea! My humblest thanks!” Madeleine sweeps into an exaggerated bow, and takes Espresso by the elbow. “My compatriot and I shall head a little further into the woods for our chat.”
Custard perks up at that, and shouts, “Be careful! There might still be cake monsters running around, and as king, I can’t let my subjects be hurt!”
“Not to worry, we’re more than capable of defending ourselves. If our previous encounters with those beasts suggested anything...”
As Madeleine talks, Espresso discretely tries to wriggle free from the hand on his elbow, but his attempts prove futile, Madeleine’s grip is loose but firm, forming a little cage around his arm.
He lets his arm go limp, and when the grasp loosens slightly in response, he flicks his free hand, around which (unbeknownst to the jabbering knight) shadows had been gathering for quite some time.
A tendril of magic whips around and strikes Madeleine’s wrist.
“-And as Knight of the Madeleine House, I was trained since I was but a little cookie, much like your merry band, to- ah!” When the tendril connects with a small thwack, he releases Espresso, jerking away as if burned (in actuality, the magic was really just a moderately heated slap. Espresso didn’t want to do any serious damage to Madeleine, after all.)
The seemingly permanent smile on the knight’s face falters, just for a second, and Espresso allows himself a moment of schadenfreude.
“Is... is everything okay, Madeleine?” Strawberry pipes up from her spot on the log.
“Quite alright, quite alright.” The ten-carat smile is back in full force, and once again, he waves his (non-injured) hand airily, though Espresso notes with some satisfaction the displeased side glance Madeleine shoots at him.
Espresso’s face pulls into a smile of his own, falsely sweet. “Well. Shall we be off, then?” He begins walking into the woods. True, he would much rather be tucked away in some quiet corner, poring over magical scrolls, but if he has to be subjected to this... chat, at least he can try to have some fun while doing so. Make Madeleine regret initiating contact, make him trail behind for once.
And sure enough, Madeleine follows after him, making long strides to catch up.
As they retreat into the forest, Gingerbrave shouts, “Come back in time for dinner! We’re having sweet jelly stew!”
“We’ll be there,” Madeleine replies, not needing to raise his voice for it to carry across the clearing where they had set up camp.
The other cookies give their final waves, and return to sparring, the sounds of cheering and wood striking wood fading the deeper in Espresso and Madeleine travel.
Eventually, the noises from the campsite fade entirely, replaced by the chirping of birds, and the soft rustling of trees. The last of the day’s light dapples through the jelly forest’s leaves, and Espresso might have called the whole scene pleasant, if not for the cookie next to him.
They come to a stop in a forest clearing. “Is this far enough for your liking, oh Knight-Commander of House Madeleine?”
Madeleine leans against a tree, the light glinting off his armour. “You know, the attitude really isn’t necessary, and neither,” he cocks his head, glossy hair spilling over one shoulder, his reprimanding smile akin to a teacher lecturing a particularly irritating student, “was the use of dark magic back there.”
Espresso smirks. “Ah. Have I discovered your weakness? Is the pride of House Madeleine scared of a little magic? I just meant for it to tickle, really.”
A scowl begins to form on Madeleine’s face, before he schools it back into careful neutrality. “You must be intelligent enough to grasp my meaning. It’s not the act itself, it’s the…” He gestures loosely in the air, his right hand still slightly red, “... the spirit of it all. Cookies who fight together shouldn’t turn on one another. It simply isn’t right.”
“Mmm. Mm hmm. Of course it isn’t.” Espresso, in a bid to minimize the dirt from the forest floor getting on his robes, opts to hover just a little above the ground, and Madeleine has to crane his neck to meet his gaze. “And I’m sure wrestling the cookie you’re supposed to be fighting with into the woods is so much more excusable.”
Madeleine bristles. “You wouldn’t have agreed to this conversation otherwise, as you’ve made so abundantly clear in the past. All I did was ensure you wouldn’t be able to weasel your way out of the inevitable yet another time.”
“What about our current situation makes you think this conversation is inevitable?” Espresso snaps. “I’ve told you time and time again I don’t care for your company. Our paths crossed once, we travelled together briefly to achieve our own goals, and parted ways. We work together acceptably, and we tolerate each other, barely. What more is there to be said between us?”
“Well, for one,” Madeleine says, standing just a bit straighter, as if to deliver a set of prepared lines, “I was telling you, before we were interrupted, that Gingerbrave and his fellows seem eager to have us as travelers alongside them.”
“Yes. And?”
“And I’m sure you are as keen as I am on accepting their offer.”
Espresso stiffens. He hates cookies who presume things about him, and more than that, he hates when those presumptions are right. After a moment, he bites out, “Even if I was, what of it.”
“We’ll be traveling together once again. Serving as their protectors, and all that.”
“So what? As I said, we’ve travelled in each other’s companies before.”
“Yes, but I believe this will be our longest journey yet. They seek answers, a way to defeat the evil forces rising, and this is no easy feat.”
“I seek no such thing,” Espresso scoffs, folding his arms. “I only know that they’re searching for the Forgotten Academy, and that particular locality has a library I’ve been meaning to peruse for a while. I plan to travel with them until that point, where we will then part ways.”
“Even then, according to my maps the Forgotten Academy is weeks away. Maybe a month. Months, if we keep up our current pace. A considerable amount of time that allows for sour dough to spoil further. I simply think it… unwise, to allow things between us two to reach such a point.” Having finally said his piece, Madeleine pushes himself off the roll cake trunk, and starts towards Espresso, open palm outstretched.
No, not again. They had done this dance before, and Espresso isn’t planning to retrace those steps. He whizzes backward, out of Madeleine’s reach.
“I’m not interested in becoming friends, knight,” he spits. “And I tire of your constant overtures.”
Madeleine’s hand returns to his side in an impatient motion. “Must you insist on being this- this difficult?” He asks, voice fraught with frustration. “It is a simple offer. Put our differences aside and work together amicably, if only to to make our journey more tolerable for us and our companions.”
“Ahhh but there’s the rub, Madeleine,” Espresso retorts, “I’m afraid our differences are too great to reconcile. If that is all you have for me, I think I’ll be returning to camp. I would say it’s been a pleasure, but… you know better.”
He makes to leave, floating quickly away to leave the knight behind, but catches a blur of movement from the corner of his eye. Before he can react, Madeline moves forward, his armour and shield glowing. With a flash, the shield comes down on the edge of Espresso’s long, dark cloak, pinning it to the forest floor.
Both of them hear the telltale sound of ripping fabric.
“Don’t move.” Madeleine warns.
Espresso’s vision goes red. He gathers the shadows to him, wreathing his clenched fists in black swirls of magic.
He doesn’t move.
A pause, then the shield lifts.
Espresso doesn’t wait to rush backward, heading straight for Madeleine. This time, it’s the knight that finds himself unprepared, as Espresso grabs him, and with the help of his magic, lifts him in the air, slamming him against the trunk of the nearest tree.
“Don’t. Touch. Me,” he growls.
Their faces are close enough now that Espresso sees the tiniest twitch of fear in Madeleine’s expression. He doesn’t yield, keeping him pinned to the trunk.
Madeleine speaks, holding both hands up in a conciliatory gesture. “Now, now, I admit I was rather hasty, but there really is no need for-“
“- doesn’t feel nice, does it? Being trapped against your will?” Espresso cuts him off.
“Listen. I’m sorry things had to come to that point.”
Espresso sneers. Just as he predicted, Madeleine’s ‘apology’ is anything but. His mouth forms the syllables, but like a pedestrian one accidentally jostles on the street, his ‘sorry’ is merely a formality, said to hear the sound of his own voice.
Espresso doesn’t buy it, is what he’s saying.
“Save it. Save your pithy little apologies and insincere attempts at friendship for some other cookie.”
Madeleine’s face twists in indignation. “I’m not being insincere!”
Espresso drops him unceremoniously, the knight’s armour clattering when he lands on the soft earth. He tries not to betray his own fatigue, both in mind and body. Madeleine is heavy after all, weighed down further by his armour and weapons, making the act of holding him aloft (even aided by magic) one that had taken a not-insignificant toll on him. His feet touch down lightly on the ground, the glowing aura around him fades.
“Oh, spare me,” Espresso says coldly. “Every action, every toss of your hair or flick of your cloak, every word that comes out of your mouth betrays your insincerity.”
Having gathered himself, Madeleine finally snaps, drawing his sword from its scabbard with a metallic hiss. “How dare you.” His voice, a dangerous murmur, grows louder and louder, until it carries to the treetops. “I don’t know what I have done to offend you so. I attempted to be friendly, and reach out with offers of peace, as my family taught me to do for years, but you insist on rebuffing me, sullying my good name with your.. your insolence!”
The sword is pointed at Espresso’s throat, now, and the magician takes a careful step backward, keeping an eye on the gleaming blade. Madeleine doesn’t seem to notice, however, as he barks, “I’ve been lenient in the past, but as a cookie of honour, I can’t let such words continue to slide. The Divine, protect me!”
Celestial light bathes the forest clearing, surrounding Madeleine in its radiance. He lunges forward and swings his sword, a ray of light arcing from its blade. Espresso, caught unawares, finds himself knocked back, sent stumbling to catch his footing.
He regains his balance, clutching on to a tree branch, and counters the next light ray with an explosion of coffee beans that makes Madeleine's attack fizzle out.
“You know I’m right about you,” Espresso taunts, “in fact, we both know this is all a little charade you put on, because-” he plants his feet firmly in the ground, bracing himself against a third wave of light magic. “- beneath all your bravado, your shiny armour and fancy new weapons, you are empty.”
“That’s not true!” Madeleine roars, attempting to close the distance between them. But Espresso splays his hands, and a swirling vortex forms, pulling the paladin backward and into its dark center. Madeleine staggers in pain.
“You’re just a selfish glory-seeker, as slow and soulless as the monsters that- gah!”
Dexterity had never been his strong suit, so when Madeleine’s retaliating attack comes, he doesn’t dodge quickly enough. He sees the sword swing, feels an impact across his face, before his world goes blurry.
His glasses!
A lance of panic spikes through his chest.
He can’t see. He can’t see and he can’t look for his glasses either because if he steps on them that’s it. And Madeleine will win or worse he’ll just leave him here, in the middle of the woods.
The attacks stop coming.
The forest is silent once more, but for the two cookies’ heavy breathing.
Then, Espresso hears the crunching of leaves, sees the blurry shape of Madeleine stride towards him. He readies his magic. Madeleine passes him, and bends down over a spot Espresso can’t quite see.
A familiar metallic object is pressed into his hand.
“Your glasses.”
In a flash, Espresso has them on again, and exhales in relief when the forest comes back into focus.
“I never meant to knock them over. I’m sorry.”
Espresso is about to respond, but Madeleine says, “We should not have let our discussion escalate like this.”
“I’m sorry. We?!” Espresso’s recently restored vision colours. “When it was you who dealt the first blow? You, who initiated this discussion in the first place, who-” He trails off, righteous indignation fading slightly when he sees Madeleine, who stands at arm’s length away from him, both hands resting on the pommel of his sword, his expression unreadable.
“..Yes. Fine. As allies, we shouldn’t have turned on each other like this.”
Madeleine says nothing, so Espresso continues. “But as our previous attempts at civility have shown, you are incapable of holding a conversation without trying to domineer over me, push me into situations I do not want to be in. And I… I admit that I went too far in my personal assessments of you, but the fact remains that I simply cannot work with you beyond what we already are. Allies, and nothing more.”
For the second time, Espresso begins walking back to camp. Madeleine makes no attempt to stop him. “Thank you for retrieving my glasses. Good evening.”
Before he can fully retreat into the copse of trees, he hears Madeleine’s voice, saying, “Wait.”
Espresso pauses for a moment, and continues walking.
“Wait. Please.”
The word ‘please’ sounds so strange on Madeleine’s lips, and Espresso realises he can’t recall if the cookie had ever said the word in all the time they had worked together.
He turns his head.
Madeleine is leaned against a tree, arms folded and a foot kicked up against the trunk. His face is hidden by a curtain of hair.
“You are from The Republic, yes?”
Thrown by the sudden question, Espresso says, “Yes. The both of us are.”
“You’re aware that The Republic is a peaceful nation. No conflict within its gates, no monsters to be found without.”
Where is this going? Espresso responds, “Safe, sterile, and utterly boring. I’m aware.”
“Then what,” Madeleine turns his face away from Espresso, addressing the trees, “what use do you think such a nation has for soldiers? For knights?”
Oh.
Madeleine laughs, not his usual hearty guffaw, filled to the brim with bravado, but a short and bitter exhalation. “Do you know what it’s like to be, as you called me, the ‘slow’ one, in a family of scholars and politicians? For your only prowess to be your physical strength, in a place where that skill is entirely unnecessary?”
“But the knight order you lead-”
“- is purely for show. Just cookies dressed up in shiny armour to remind the other kingdoms we’re not to be trifled with. None of them have actually seen a day of real combat outside of sparring.”
Espresso is back in the clearing, picking a position next to Madeleine so he doesn’t see his sympathetic expression.
“Then… the reason you and all the knights were sent out?”
“As I said, my mission was to seek the legendary Soul Jam that is supposed to grant us cookies eternal life. Not that anyone in the Republic really expects us to find it.”
“They wanted to get rid of you, then.”
Madeleine visibly flinches at Espresso’s words. “I wouldn’t put it so bluntly, but… yes. I’m welcome back home, of course. If I were to return, I’d be met with trumpets and fanfare, but not much else, and certainly not anything approaching respect from those who truly matter.” The knight clenches his fist. “This quest is to be my saving grace. My only purpose, and the only way one like me can conceivably bring pride to House Madeleine. The only way I can be of use”
Espresso regards Madeleine, the revelation casting the cookie in a new light.
“So.. yes, Espresso. I am a selfish glory-seeker. Perhaps I have no other choice but to be.” Madeleine’s previously ramrod-straight posture is gone, and in its place his fists are clenched, shoulders hunched inwards, his hair tumbling forward, shielding his face from view.
And a small part of Espresso feels the strangest urge to push that hair back, to place a comforting hand on the paladin’s shoulder. Anything to stop what has to be the strongest — the most annoying, surely, but the strongest nevertheless — cookie he knows from curling into himself, from hurting like this.
But he holds himself back. All he lets out is a soft, “I think I know how you feel. Not entirely, but some of it.”
Madeleine turns to look at Espresso, a blank expression on his face. “You do.”
The mage lets a spark of magic fly from his hand - a single, glowing coffee bean surrounded by dark shadow. “You have called what I do ‘black magic’ in the past.”
Madeleine, suddenly stricken, says, “I wouldn’t go so far as to call it ‘black magic’, but-”
“- Listen. You have, countless times. And it annoys me to no end, but I understand why. It does look like it, no?” He conjures more coffee beans, letting them spin in circles around him. “I’ve had this ability since I was a child. It did not come from dark origins, I did not make a pact with evil forces to obtain it, as some have believed. It simply was. My magic, like your physical strength, is a part of me.”
Madeleine simply nods.
“But people don’t understand Coffee Magic. Whenever I demonstrated my abilities, I’d be shunned, the respectable citizens of our beloved Republic saying that I was a child of Dark Enchantress Cookie.”
“Espresso…” His magic fizzles out, and now, it is his turn to look away, incapable of facing the pity that is surely in Madeleine’s gaze.
“I was barred from every magic school. I had to learn, and practice, and make it on my own. If I didn’t have Latte Cookie, I don’t know how I would have-” Espresso shakes his head. “No matter. All I am saying is that I do know how it feels, not to belong. To have to carve a place for yourself among people who can’t respect you.”
A hand settles on his shoulder, and Espresso almost flinches. He looks up, and his gaze meets Madeleine’s, earnest and apologetic. “Espresso, first and foremost, I am sorry that I ripped your cloak in trying to keep you here.”
Espresso’s eyes travel to his torn (and expensive) wizard’s cloak. “It’s fine. I’ll just have to get it repaired once we return to camp.”
Madeleine continues. “And I’m sorry, truly sorry that I misjudged you based on your magic. That I pushed when I should have respected your wishes. Respected you.”
And this time, Espresso believes Madeleine’s words. He lets his own hand creep upwards to rest over the knight’s.
He sighs. “And I apologise, too. I made undue assumptions about you, and let these assumptions colour my actions. I treated you poorly, and for that, I’m sorry.”
When their eyes meet again, it is as if the forest goes silent, nature’s rustle and hum being forgotten as the two look at each other, and for the first time, understand.
Of course, no moment can truly last, and it is Espresso who breaks the spell, gently moving Madeleine’s hand off his shoulder. “Naturally, don’t think this means I’ll let you strongarm me into doing whatever you want me to. You still irritate me. Incessantly.”
Madeleine chuckles. “Naturally. Besides, I do not imagine such actions will be necessary in the future. I think we understand each other perfectly clearly, now.”
Espresso lets a grin creep across his face. Rolling his eyes, he says, “Don’t assume you know everything based on a tidbit of my past. I encompass multitudes, Knight-Commander.”
“In turn, I request that you not write me off just yet,” Madeleine responds teasingly. “I may not know everything about you, but I would be very interested to,”
Both their eyes widen, Madeleine realising the forwardness of his statement. “That is. I will give you the space you need, certainly, but if you ever feel like-”
“- Wait. Stop.” Espresso takes a breath, lets it out. “I- I do feel the same way. You’re a good fighter, and I did not let myself give you a fair chance.”
He crosses the short distance between them, and extends a hand. “I’m Espresso Cookie of The Republic. Founder of the Coffee Magic School. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
Madeleine regards the outstretched hand in wonder.
"... Don't make a big deal of it, knight."
He puffs out his chest, taking Espresso’s hand. “And I’m Madeleine Cookie of The Republic. Servant of The Divine, Knight Comm-” He stops himself, clears his throat. Then, he smiles and simply says, “I’m Madeleine Cookie. It’s an honour to get to know you.”
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hello!! i found your blog not so long ago and i already love it so much, i was wondering if (if your request are open) you could do an ateez reaction to their s/o crying/pouting because they(atz) got jealous and they were ignoring their s/o (almost like the hwa reaction to you dancing w/ another member) 🥺 i love your blog so much.. hope your staying safe!!! 🤍
Okay, my sweet anon, this ended up being shorter than I originally wrote it bc it got deleted last time but I think I hit all the important stuff anyway! Also, I appreciate the positivity and I hope you are staying safe as well! <3
Summary: Ateez gets jealous of your conversation with another member. During a group dinner. Since they are feeling neglected, they decide to give you a taste of your own medicine.
Hongjoong:
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Okay so Hongjoong is totally calm about his bitterness
Like he’s definitely staring daggers at whichever member you’re talking to
But other than throwing a dirty glance in their direction every once in a while
No one will even be able to notice that he’s remotely upset about anything
I think that he’s probably used to covering his emotions well since he’s the leader and he feels like he needs to be the most mature and stuff
That can lead him to being kind of reserved about his emotions though and that might bug some people
And so when you finally start giving him some attention
He’s gonna turn away from you and just flat out pretend he cant hear you
But when you finally get home at the end of the night and you’re sulking because he hasn’t said a word to you since before dinner
He starts to feel hella guilty
Like he never wants to hurt you but his jealousy really just took control of him that night for some reason
And if you’re making big, sad eyes at him and following him like a puppy as he does his nightly routine…
He’s done for
But I feel like once you actually start having a conversation, he’s very good at keeping it from turning into an argument
Good at “I feel” statements you know?
But both of you recover from this rather quickly and just make it up to each other by snuggling for the rest of the night
Seonghwa:
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So Seonghwa is the type to act normal enough that the guys won’t notice that anything is wrong
But you know him well enough to know that he’s being kind of cold to you for some reason
And if you notice he’s being super low-key rude to another member then you can kind of connect the dots and understand why he’s upset
He will never let any of the guys see his anger though
Mostly because he’s the oldest and he feels that responsibility to them to only show them his good side if he can help it
So he will talk to you, but only like one word at a time
And he’ll brush you off if you touch him
But he will disguise it by reaching for food or something
He’s good at this okay
But if you just keep staring at him and the guys notice enough to ask you what’s wrong, then he’ll tell you to fake it til you get home
And you do because you don’t want to upset him more yk
And when you get home though, you’re almost in tears bc hiding it like that was so exhausting and painful
When he sees you starting to break a little, then he’s hugging you
Like .5 seconds to cross the room to get to you okay
Drama Mama Hwa to Protective Boyfriend Hwa that quick
He’ll explain why he was upset and you’ll explain your side as well
And once you’re finished, you’re both calm and forgiving about it
Even if you don’t fully understand each others point of view, you get it enough to let it go
Then you both just pass out together bc emotions are tiring
But you definitely wake up with smiles on your faces the next morning
Yunho:
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(this is how he sulks at you okay its adorable, i just wanna give him the world)
this jealous baby
Like did you guys see that video of him and Wooyoung eating cheese tteokbokki like San was just tryna help no need to get your boxers in a bunch sweetie
But anyways, I digress
If he’s jealous, he’s gonna let you know straight out the gate
Like he’ll literally tap you on the shoulder and then act like he did nothing
And at first you’re like aw cute he’s being playful
But really he just wants you to know he’s ignoring you on purpose
Like how dare you not notice that Im ignoring you purposefully… He’s not gonna put in all this effort just for you to not notice okay
And when your brain finally connects those dots its like ugh
But Yunho is easy to break okay
Like the second you pay him even a lick of attention he’s so happy
Its just really hard for him to stay upset
But dammit he’s gonna try his best to keep it up until he thinks you have both neglected each other for an equal amount of time
But both of you are kinda clingy
So even if you both know this won’t last for very long, you still get kinda sad about it
And the second your lip juts out and you’re pouting
He’s smooshing your cheeks and just going “aigooooooo” and babying you and stuff
All the other members are disgusted but they’re just jealous okay I said what I said
Yeosang:
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(Kang Yeosang character summary: will ignore you for chicken)
Okay I don’t think Yeosang is the type to ignore you on purpose
He just gets really in his head when he’s jealous and gets quiet
And I feel like we see more of Yeosang’s quiet side rather than his expressive side
So maybe he’s shyer about emotions? Idk this is all speculation anyway
So if he’s in his head, he’s definitely not trying to hurt you or anything
He’s just thinking about everything and feeling neglected and insecure
Poor baby
Like he’s only gonna notice that you’re sad about him ignoring you once youre alone
Bc nothing else can distract him from you aw
And if you’re even the slightest bit teary, all of his insecurities fly out the window
Like all his focus will be on making you feel better
And when you say that you’re upset bc he was ignoring you
He’ll literally be like… you were ignoring me tho???
Also he strikes me as the type to laugh in serious situations so he will deadass burst out laughing 
Like full on cackling
You’re half crying and just staring at him like ??? Wtf???
And he’s like WE IGNORED EACH OTHER HAHAHA
What the hell’s so funny about that you absolute crackhead
But then youre laughing too bc you realize that this entire situation is kind of ridiculous anyway
And both of you get over just like that, and spend the rest of the night giving each other all the love and affection you have to spare
San:
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Okay San’s type of jealousy is more aggressive I think
Like not that he’s aggressive towards anyone about, just it impacts him way more than anyone else
So it can really take a toll on your relationship sometimes
But I do feel like, if he’s gonna ignore you, it’s only gonna be while you’re in front of the members
But as soon as you get home, all the emotions are gonna come out at once
Like as soon as you step through the door, word vomit all over the place
And if you’re eyes are glossy too then both of you are gonna end up crying
And neither of you are really sure why you’re crying, you’re just soft babies okay
But I do think that San is more accusatory in these situations
Like a lot of “you did this” instead of “this is how I feel”
So it can start arguments sometimes
This time though, you’re both just emo and soft
Since you’re both a little bit weepy, you’re both just apologizing profusely 
but neither of you really know why you’re sorry
You just are
And no formal resolution is reached because you both fall asleep all cozied up to each other with tears drying on both of your faces
And you wake up in the morning, kind of giggling at each other
All the negativity got washed out of your systems anyway :)
Mingi:
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this BABY
he’s jealous but if he ignores you omg
its so hard for him to do
god like he's not even good at it
like he’s ignoring you but still holding your hand??
like how does that work
but anyway, even if you're pouting at him and stuff
he will be the one who ends up crying
like “why did you ignore meee”
and you're like... I didn't even realize I was??
so you decide to tell him what you and the members were talking about
and then all of a sudden, he’s distracted
like “ooh that interesting”
tell me more
or if it was a debate he’ll pick a side and have a full discussion with you
or if he agrees with you, he will playfully diss the other members for being wrong lmao
basically, just distract him and everything will be all set
just don't make a habit of ignoring him bc then he will really feel unloved and no one is allowed to hurt my Minnie
Wooyoung: 
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So, Wooyoung is more exaggerated with the way he expresses his emotions
And we all know that I mean we’ve seen it
So when he gets jealous, he feels it in his chest
Then those emotions bubble up and come out in the form of hysterics
So he goes extra crazy for a little bit
Like not showing anger or anything, just being excessively crackheadish
And obviously not giving any of that attention to you
You notice it immediately
Like if he’s super excited, he always gives you most of his attention bc he really wants to share that happiness with you
But if he’s ignoring you, its really obvious
And you really feel the hurt bc its like… he never acts like this normally
So once you get home you’ve pretty much had it
Like your eyes are welling up and he’s just kind of looks at you like “oh nooooooo, I done messed up”
And he’s holding you and apologizing and being sweet and explaining why he did it
Literally swears up and down he will never do it again
Bc when he feels guilty it’s overwhelming for him too
Especially when it comes to you
So you end up snuggling each other the whole night to make up for the time you lost ignoring each other
Jongho:
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Jongho is definitely more reserved about his emotions and we see that a lot
I feel like its probably because he’s the youngest and he doesn’t want his hyungs to think he’s immature or incapable of handling his emotions
So he is gonna try to maintain that tough facade in front of his members at all costs
And they won’t really notice if you guys are having problems bc I feel like he tends to keep things about your relationship more private in front of them anyway
So if he’s ignoring you, the other guys will just assume that he’s trying to keep being tough
No one is allowed to see Jongho soft okay
But you will be seeing him turn soft the second he notices that you’re hurting
If he notices that you’re upset when you’re with the guys, he will take you home early
The second you’re alone, protective and soft Jongho combine to form that side of him the guys arent allowed to see
He hates that he’s the reason you’re feeling hurt
Will try literally anything to make you feel better
He is not gonna stop touching you and holding you and babying you all night
Has to be in contact with you in some way or he’ll cry
But either way he’s gonna be the best boyfriend to make up with
Bc he behaves this way after every conflict you have
Forever a sweetheart
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