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Can you do a angsty Matt story? Maybe when hanging out with friends he made a rude comment and the reader got upset but he didn’t notice so when they go back to his house Chris/nick notice somethings wrong not Matt which makes the reader angry and they fight?

a/n: if you look at my doc where i wrote this at, this took up 15 pages of utter horror

warning/content ahead: ANGST LETS GO, matt x anxious!asthmatic!reader, fighting, crying, arguing, anxiety attacks, asthma attacks, bsf!chris yesss go girl, like one oc i made up, lmk if i missed anything

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TOUCHED

You trail closely behind your boyfriend, the mall large and filled with people, getting stopped every five minutes for a new fan to take a photo with him. You being the one forced to take them.

You hand a fan their phone back, watching as they skip somewhere off to the side. You sigh, and Matt goes in to reach for your hand, understanding your frustration, but you flinch away, making sure he doesn't grab a hold of it. "You okay?" He questioned.

You guys have barely made it past the entrance of the mall and this was the eighth fan to come up to him, it was a day made just for the two of you and now it's being slowly stripped away from you as you take pictures of him next to strangers. You didn't want to seem sensitive, but answered nonetheless, lying through your teeth. "Of course."

You dart your eyes around the place for a distraction, landing on a pretzel stand. "Oh! Wanna get a soft pretzel?" You get excited, gesturing to the stand. Matt follows your gaze and his face brightens. "Oh, god yes. I've been wanting one for weeks." He utters.

He grabs ahold of your hand and you take it back immediately, shoving it in your pockets and looking around to see if anyone saw that. No, thankfully, not. You hoped.

You watched his adam's apple bob as he dropped his gaze, you two walking over to the stand. "You looking to buy a pretzel?" A young woman in the stand asks, fixing her uniform hat. "Yes, please--" You start but quickly get interrupted.

"Wait, are you Matt Sturniolo?" She asks, her demeanor changing to reach for her phone. You swallow your throat dry as he answers. "Oh my god, can I get a picture?" She doesn't wait for an answer, getting around from the stand as she gets her phone ready. Matt shoots you an apologetic look as you ignore it, taking the phone that was handed to you and snapping a picture of them, your face expressionless.

"Thank you so much." You give her a small smile just to quickly realize she wasn't even looking at you, but at your boyfriend. "What did you guys want?"

You order, every sense of excitement completely flushed out of your body as you chew at your pretzel. You guys were now standing at some corner of the mall shadowed, somewhere Matt had insisted on standing to eat your pretzels in peace.

You chew on your soft pretzel, calculating the place around you before turning your attention to look up at him. He examines your face, one side of his cheek stuffed as he chews on it. He chuckles to himself, "You got a little somethin'' Matt's gaze was on your upper lip, lifting a thumb to brush off whatever was on there but you quickly moved your head back. You block his gesture with your own hand, removing any crumbs that were on you.

He finishes what was in his mouth. "Look," He starts but you dismiss it immediately, knowing what he's about to say. "Let's spend this day without any problems, okay?" You tell him softly before he could get a chance to explain himself. He sighs, looking like he's considering what you're saying.

"Okay." He agrees, "But, can I get a quick kiss?" He asks, a small frown on his face. You look around, seeing one too many people. "When we go home." You answer.

PDA in general isn't your cup of tea, but little stuff like holding hands and small physical touching you didn't mind. Matt was aware of that, you guys have been together for months. You'd think he'd got you all figured out. But as his career was skyrocketing, so was your problem with PDA.

It felt like everyone was watching, the anxiety of his fans probably seeing something and snapping a picture, posting it to the internet without either of your consent swelled your mind. His fans are what worried you, with how cruel they could be and the all seeing eyes of judgment. You loved Matt and wouldn't leave him for the world, he was your partner in crime. But making it public seemed like a death wish, millions of fans deranged enough to find a way to have you two broken up.

You weren't embarrassed of him, that was the farthest thing you felt. If anything, you felt like you were the one embarrassing him. You couldn't afford to paint such a picture for him and you didn't want any more fans to go any harsher on him. You were doing this because you cared for him, that's what he didn't seem to understand.

-

You stood in front of your mirror, having your hand slide down your curves, the dress hugging you exceptionally tight in all the right places. Your hair was in a messy updo, revealing your delicate shoulders and collarbones, messy strands untied to the updo, flying filmy around in soft motion. You were thrilled to see the look on your boyfriend's face when he sees you, knowing this a dress he would drool over, especially on you.

Picking up your phone, you notice your girl friends texting you, saying they were outside ready to pick you up. You, your boyfriend Matt, his brothers, and a bunch of friends are all going to some fancy restaurant in LA. Excited, you spray yourself in your signature scent and head out.

You got multiple compliments, which meant a lot coming from your close friends, but whether you wanted to admit or not, nothing mattered until you saw Matt.

You spare your friend, Em, a lip liner from your bag as you watch the restaurant appear into view. Em had made it her mission to somehow get Chris to fall in love with her by the end of the night, and you were curious to see how that would go. Peering out the window, you see Matt, his brothers, and their male friends conversing in front of the place, waiting on you guys. Almost everyone you were hanging out with tonight were influencers, not you though.

You feel your heart skip a beat when you see him, urging your friend to hurry up and park. He looked perfect. "Okay! Okay, give me a minute." She laughs, doing as you please. In seconds, you're out of the vehicle and greeting everyone, greeting the ones closest to you first. Nate, Chris, a friend, Nick, who doesn't hide his impressed look on his face. "Are you heaven sent? Holy fuck, you look amazing." He says and you fail to hide the erupting flattered chuckle, "Says you, wouldn't be surprised if you left tonight with multiple new numbers in your phone." You say, before turning to your boyfriend with a dimpled-smile.

You engulf him into a hug, one that has his scent swirling around you and comforting you instantly, one that takes him by surprise and stiffly hugs you back. "You look so handsome, pretty boy." You look up at him, pulling away from the hug. His expression was confused, the smile he had when talking to his friends disappearing when you pulled him into a kiss in front of everyone. Pulling back down, you stare up at him, waiting for him to say something.

"Thanks." He says, looking away from you and going to greet the other girls that tagged along. You were still smiling, but you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. That was it? He's usually more touchy than this. You watched him hug all the other girls, with hands around their waist a gleaming smile playing. You wondered if that's what he looked like hugging you too.

He pulls away and you stare at his hand, his finger ringed and the urge to hold it was strong. You reach a hand out to hold onto it, but he moves all too quickly in a motion of conversing with a friend before you can grasp onto it. Leaving you holding no ones hands but your own.

Turning your head away, you go and greet his other friends.

-

You sat at the long white-clothed table, picking lightly at the petaled roses displayed in front of you. Your boyfriend sat somewhere far down the table, across from Em. While you sat across from Chris, with Nick right beside you. Nick seemed to be caught up in a conversation with the girl on the other side of him. As for Matt, he was talking to both Nate and Em.

You can't help but look at him every second, he was so interested in whatever they were talking about he didn't even bother to make sure he sat next to you. He wasn't that far down the table, but far enough where you couldn't reach him. You could see and hear him, yet not touch him. For the first time in a while, you were upset about it.

You were forced to break your gaze from on him, turning to examine the beyond-fancy restaurant. Gold plated things everywhere, marble, high ceilings and long draped curtains. Maybe you were underdressed. Looking back down, you look at the rose petal you had accidentally broken off.

Everyone around you was engulfed in their own conversation while you just sat there, feeling the softness of the petal before slowly ripping it to shreds. Everything around you began hitting you in the wrong places, everything was too loud, the lights felt too hot on your skin, the place needed air conditioning, the waiter was taking too long. Your hands began to shake as the ripped petals fell from your grasp.

"Hey." You feel a quick kick to your shin and you look up. "Hey, Chris." You couldn't help but smile. Chris was definitely one of your best friends, all of the triplets were. But Chris knew how to take your mind off anything. His eyes darted from your shaking hands to your expression. "Why aren't you next to your boyfriend?" He asked with a small smile, one that made you feel like he was about to crack a joke.

"You mean Matt?" You dart your gaze over to him, he was fully laughing now. "Yeah. Unless you have a separate boyfriend here." Chris practically rolls his eyes as you feel the quiver of her hands quicken. You try to stop them  putting your hands on top of each other and applying pressure, hoping to stop it. "I think he just got caught up with his friends on a topic or something." You say in regards to Matt.

"Mm." Chris hums, nodding to what you're saying. He slowly leans against the table, getting closer to you. His voice drops a few tones as he asks you something. "What's wrong?" He gestures to your hands, voice whispery. You look back down to see your hands still shaking, you quickly hide them under the table and rest on your lap.

"My anxiety, Chris." You answer, looking at the open lights behind him before quickly looking away, feeling a headache form. "Everything here is so overwhelming." You answer honestly.

In Chris's mind, he puts two and two together. He knew you were telling the truth, but he also knew you wouldn't be this anxious unless you were seated next to his brother. He was aware that his brother had an effect on you that would immediately help with your anxiety, giving you some sort of comfort in uncomfortable scenarios. Chris cared about you like you were his sister, and he wished he had that sort of effect on you too, wanting nothing but to keep you happy.

He sighs, leaning back. "It is pretty overwhelming here, huh." He mutters, taking a sip from a water that was definitely Nick's, but he was too distracted to notice. You smile at the gesture, and he sips down the water and holds it up to you. "Want some?" He lifts his eyebrows, and you shake your head with a smile. "You sure, 'cause the ethereal hint of Sir Nicolas's saliva really just melts on your tongue."

You scrunch up your nose with a laugh as Nick's head snaps to Chris's direction. "What the fuck are you doing, Chris?" Nick's tone was warning. Chris pops a shoulder. "Oh, you know, drinking some delish water."

"Delish?" Nick repeats, "Did my water turn you gay?" That's what makes both you and Chris erupt into laughter, and you can't help but to even rub your eyes, careful not to mess up any of your eye makeup. Chris does the same, laughing more because you were rather than Nick's joke. Nick even chuckles a little, snatching his water back and keeping it beside him. "Dummy fuck."

It takes you a second to compose yourself, noticing just how loud you and Chris are being. With the failed attempt to keep yourself from laughing, you lean to Chris. "Sh–" You interrupt yourself with a laugh. "Shh, we're going to get kicked out." Your cheeks were hurting, the joke wasn't even that funny. Now you guys were just laughing because of the other one. 

Chris opens his eyes, squinting at you as he tries to lower his laugh a notch, holding a finger in front of his mouth as he attempts to shush you too, but only laughs more.

The two of you were unaware, but Matt had been staring at you since the moment Chris had kicked your shin. He watched as he leaned into and whispered something too inaudible, then kept his gaze on you guys until you were almost on the floor laughing. Jealousy burnt through his chest, and some form of hurt anger erupted, aiming directly at you. 

Everybody at the table now was looking at you guys, laughing a little along with you guys from the scene in front of them, not really sure what you guys were laughing at. You watch as a waiter begins to approach from behind Chris, and you immediately kick his leg, maybe a little harsher than intended. "Ow!" He jumps, and you point to the region behind him, he turns his head and sees the approaching waiter. He turns his head back immediately, his eyes wide as he tries to swallow down his laughs. Which seemed even funnier to you.

It was a struggle for you two to order, and Nick had to be the one to order for you guys. You felt immature and childish, but it somehow made you feel better about yourself knowing that Chris did as well.

Em starts talking from your row, across from Matt, as she aims her topic at Chris. "We're gonna have to wait even longer for our food now, am I right?" She says, making her voice slightly louder so Chris would be able to hear her, but his attention wasn't even on her, he was completely fixated on you, accidentally ignoring her completely.

"Ugh." He mutters, clenching onto his stomach. "My stomach hurts so fucking bad now." He almost moaned, and you grin. This is the most you've smiled all night. Now that he's mentioned it, you feel a cramp begin to form in your stomach too. "Oh, shit. Me too." You lay your palm on the thin material of your dress. "Fuck you, making me laugh so hard." You say, feeling your stomach begin to worsen.

"Me?" He scoffs, "Nick is the one that made the joke, loser." He defends, both of you guys matching with a hand on your stomachs. "Yeah, but your laugh is stupid." You tell him, he has an offended look on his face. "Your laugh is also stupid."

You shrug. "Your laugh is stupider."

-

In all honesty, Chris is what got you through the entire night. When the conversation would die down and you would shift your attention back to Matt, Chris managed a way to keep you from feeling gloomy again. Your boyfriend hadn't spoken a word to you since the moment you guys had stepped into that restaurant.

Now, everyone was getting up from their seats on the table and they left tips under their empty plates. Soon, everyone would need to leave.

You follow them out of the building, noticing how later it was at night and how you should've brought a jacket for the chilly night. You look for Matt, hoping he would provide you with some sort of warmth with his body heat. As everyone approaches their cars, they all linger there, deciding to hang out in the parking lot a little longer.

Chris was now talking to Nate and his other friend, not paying any mind to Em that was trailing behind him. You notice Matt telling Nick and his friends a few things, and you immediately get the idea to stand next to him. Hopefully the quiet game was over now, and he would finally talk to you now that you were closer. Standing next to Matt, who's in a conversation of his own, you gently lean yourself on him, letting your bare arm brush against his clothed body, providing you with the smallest bits of warmth. Usually, he'd cover your shoulders with an arm draped over it, but here, he doesn't do anything.

You lay your head on his shoulder as he continues talking, not even batting an eye toward you as you let out a small breath, watching as the air coming out of your mouth turns into cold fog. It was freezing out, and a gust of wind flew your way, giving you a series of shivers down your back. Subconsciously, you lean close to him.

"Can you stop?" He huffs, stepping away from you as you almost trip, just now noticing how dependent you were being on him. Nick furrows his eyebrows. The trip had sent your ankle to bend, small rocks digging their way into your skin. "Sorry." You swallow, fixing your shoe, your foot stinging.

The groups navigated to this one, and everyone was around each other, getting ready to head home but wanted to spare the time a little longer. You spoke to Em, who admitted she gave up on Chris. "He was hopeless." She sighed.

You spoke to the girls who drove you here. You loved them dearly, they were the kindest and the closest girls to you. Now, your attention shifted to Matt, who was listening to Nate speak to everyone. "Bro, I'm just glad the plans made it out of the group chat and everyone managed to come tonight. You know how long we've wanted to do this?" Nate mumbled the usual way he does.

"For real, plus, everyone looks fucking fantastic." Nick says, turning his head to you. "I'm looking at you, cutie." He points at you, winking. Everyone begins agreeing, and you start to believe it. Maybe you did look good tonight.

You turn your head to look at Matt, cranking your neck a little to look up at him. He looks past you, down at the pavement. "Whatever you say." He mutters under his breath, his face blank and you feel your heart begin to shatter like glass. No one seemed to have heard him, and you begin to wonder if it was just your imagination.

"What?" You question, looking at him. Your eyes start to get glassy, and the moonlight hits your face just right, making Chris notice what was going on. Matt ignores you, clasping his hand together. "All right, I guess it's time to go home."

"You're coming with us, right?" Nick asks you as everybody begins getting in their cars. "That was the plan." Chris says, looking at you for confirmation as you tried to bite down every part of your body that felt like it was being stung with needles. Swallowing your mouth dry, you answer. "I think I'll go home tonight."

Nick and Chris's faces visibly go confused. "Home with us, right?" You shake your head, your neck stuck in a stiff and still to keep yourself from accidentally looking at Matt. It felt like if you even tried to look at him, you would burst out crying. "Home to my apartment."

"Aw man, please?" Nick frowns, and you shake your head, hearing their car start. You hear Matt call your name out and you physically feel your heart clench. "Just fucking come." He groaned, entering the car and slamming the door harshly, enough to leave you flinch. Your eyes got subconsciously wide, trying to expand your sight as if it'll keep the tears from rushing out completely. Chris and Nick look at Matt then you, then at each other, utterly bewildered. "I'll come." Your voice barely came out, completely dumbfounded by his aggressiveness.

"Let's go." Chris puts a gentle hand on your arm, leading you to the back of the car as Nick rushed to the passenger seat. "Matt, what the fuck is your problem?" Nick was a tone away from considering yelling, no doubt angry with the way he was treating you. Matt just sighs.

Chris watches you with sorrow as you take your time entering the car, noticing just how bad you sprained your ankle, needing to hold onto his hand to enter the vehicle. The second you scoot to the middle of the back of the car, Chris immediately shoves himself inside, shutting the door as he glares at Matt through the rear mirror. "Took you two long enough." Matt growled, his voice was quiet but he spoke volumes.

"Matt, seriously, what stick is up your fucking ass?" Nick spoke with his hands, his palms spread open but his fingers clasped together as he was vigorously waiting for a response. God knew you were waiting for one too, desperate for one. It felt like piles of bricks were being laid on your chest, one by one.

"Nick, shut the fuck up." He had begun driving by now, all you could do was lay your head against the window and wait for this ride to end. "Watch your goddamn mouth, Matt." Chris didn't have his seatbelt on, sitting on the edge of the backseat as his voice was laced with impatient annoyance.

You closed your eyes, holding your own hands, lacing your fingers together as they began to shake just as they were in the restaurant when you first got there. "What are you going to fucking do, Chris? Kiss my girlfriend?" Matt argued, his voice getting louder. Your eyes fly open at the phrase.

"Matt, what?" Chris uttered, nothing but confusion written on his face.

"This is so fucking stupid." Nick declared. "Let's make it home and give her a peace of calm fucking mind. I just want her to have a good night's sleep, honestly." He sighed, referring to you. He cared about you deeply.

The ride home was uncomfortable to the brim. It felt like someone had poured thick fog into the car and made it difficult for you to breathe at a normal pace, your breaths either lasting too long or too short. The invisible fog picking at your nose and eyes, a push away from letting a tear slip. At least, for you.

Now, you are back home in your boyfriend's house. Nick leaves for his room to quickly change, as Chris lingered to do something on his phone. Usually, you'd head straight for Matt's room, given it was the one that had everything that belonged to you in, the one you'd sleep at every night.

You stood around, unsure of the next move you should make. Matt took a rootbeer out of the fridge and popped it open, looking at you as you glance at your splintered feet. "You just gonna stand there or what?" He says after a sip, another brick adding to your chest.

You approach the kitchen, passing Chris on the couch who had his gaze fixated on you, mentally begging for you to stand up for yourself. You bring up the courage to look him dead in the eye, the same ones that you had declared the most perfect eyes in the world just earlier today. "Matt, what did I do?" You finally ask, straightforwardly asking the question.

He furrowed his eyebrows in mock confusion. "What did you do? 'Cause frankly, I'd love to know." Sarcasm laced his tongue and you felt your hurt turn into anger. "Stop talking out of your ass and answer me." You say, getting closer to him that the only thing separating you two was the wide table in the middle of the kitchen.

"There's always fucking something with you, isn't there?"

"Always something with me!? You're the one who won't tell me what's wrong." You make your voice louder to match his.

"You always have some sort of problem with something, don't you!?" He was determined to out-yell you, as if his words would hit harder if he made it's volume that way.

Your body was boiling, confusion, impatience, and pure irritation an ugly mix in your stomach. He won't give you an answer, and you are fed up. You cannot let him treat you like this any longer.

"What the fuck are you talking about!?" You begin to use your hands.

"You fucking know what I'm talking about!"

With that being said, you two were now yelling over each other. The argument quickly turns into a fight, your hands shaking uncontrollably as you move them around. His voice booms throughout the house and it's enough for Nick to quickly notice what was going on from upstairs. You shouted back, begging for a simple response as he accused you of acting dumb on purpose.

The shouting was layering on top of what you two were saying, screaming and yelling what immediately comes to mind, paying no attention to what the other person is saying for the interruption until a phrase slips out that triggers the other person into saying something else.

Chris screwed his eyes shut tightly, a depressing wave floating in his chest as he felt the hurt wafting from both of you. The two people he cared about the most, fighting as he heard it all. He shuts his phone as he raises both his hands to rub on his eyes until he sees static. The unbearing sound of the two of you only getting louder.

The second Nick was done changing he was flying down the stairs, determined to break up whatever was happening.

"Matt!" Nick tried yelling over you two, but quickly noticed he'll have to do more than that, you two louder together than Nick was on his own. He attempts to call your name as well, but neither of you are aware of his presence.

You couldn't help it, hot tears were streaming down your face now as you pleaded for him to compromise. Your emotions shift between hurt, anger, and everything that comes with it. Matt definitely noticed, his gaze lingering on your glistening cheek as he only argued back faster.

Nick shoots a quick and worried look at Chris, who just so happened to open his eyes right when he did, concerned this would become something physical. Chris gets up from his spot on the couch, approaching Nick with a look that says 'how-the-hell-do-we-stop-this'.

The sight in front of them begins to get messier and their heart skips a beat when Matt doesn't stop his yelling, leaning over the table to point a finger at your face.

"You know what you're fucking—"

"Get your finger out of my fucking face." You spit.

" 'because it always has to be your way—"

"Matt, I said get your finger, Out. Of. My. Face!"

"Oh but as long as I'm doing what you–"

You and Matt were now inches away from each other, leaning across the table but your faces uncomfortably close. A vein was practically popping out of his forehead and no doubt so was yours. Nick silently thanked God for the table that was between you two.

You begin choking up your words and losing your breath, every word attempting to form was now a struggle, a new and harsh cough interrupting it. Chris's eyes widen and Matt abruptly stops. A silent second passes as all three of them stare at you, hoping for a false alarm, but your coughs get worse as you attempt to get some air in your lungs, failing to do so.

"Her inhaler." Matt yells, panicking immediately. Chris begins shuffling under his feet as Nick has no idea what he's supposed to do. Matt slaps Chris's shoulder, "Get her fucking inhaler, now." Matt orders Chris, the two of them sprinting to Matt's room to get it.

They come back in actual seconds, Matt's room turned to junk after throwing everything out of his drawers to find it. You never thought you'd have to use your inhaler, only ever using it once a year, more or less. Your asthma was mild, but this argument definitely triggered it. It was brought to your mouth in seconds, and you needed a full moment to get your chest working properly again.

Matt's expression was now plastered with worry and fear, every sort of angry bone in his body disappearing. Now, all that mattered to him was that you were okay. And honestly, once you could see straight, you had begun crying again.

"I'm sorry." Matt brushes the hair out of your face, strands sticking to your forehead from sweat, watching you uncontrollably bawl. "I'm so sorry."

Your tears were the hottest you've ever felt on your skin, and your eyes were glowing red from how much this all hurts. "Matt, I just can't do this. Either– Either tell me or fucking don't."

Nick helps you sit up and Matt swallows, deciding that he should just come clean with his behavior. But first, he needed his brothers out of here. He gave Chris a simple look and he nodded. "Nick, let's go."

And they were gone.

You had your eyes closed, all the energy in your body gone completely in one go as you waited for him to speak, a tear following another as it began to calm down. A few seconds pass as Matt tries to recoil his thoughts before finally talking.

"You hate touching me when we're anywhere that isn't a private setting." He starts, sighing through the sentence. "You'd flinch when my hand would even touch yours in the slightest. After a while, I began understanding that maybe that's just who you were. You know, not the biggest fan of public display affection, or whatever."

He swallows. "So, I got used to it. You hated it and I began working around it. Until tonight. You hugged me and kissed me in front of everyone, trying to do the things I would pray to try and do to you on the daily. I got confused." He swallowed. "You were embarrassed of me, and that's the conclusion I came up with. Deciding to touch me when the setting involved my friends." You furrow your eyebrows.

"As if.." He sighs and looks down, his chest breathing heavily as he stays like that for a moment. You opened your eyes and noticed he was about to cry. "Matt." You try to say, but your voice is hoarse and chalky.

"As if you wanted to give them this image that everything was all good. You're embarrassed of me on every single occasion except for this one, and it just fucked with my head."

You sat up fully this time. "Matt, are you nuts? Seriously?" You scoff, finally understanding everything. "I do what I do because I'm embarrassed of myself." You laugh at the irony. "If you pay attention, everytime I act this way is when we are in reach of any potential fan of yours." You say slow enough for him to process. "This restaurant was too fancy to have a deranged fan there. I was comfortable to be myself with you there because I knew that no stranger could misread the situation."

You fix a strand of hair quickly behind your ear before continuing. "I kissed you because I knew those people, and I knew that they wouldn't take a photo of it and post it on the internet without my permission, letting the internet speak absolute crap about me and judge me solely because I'm your girlfriend."

The scene was quiet as Matt registered your words, and you made sure the second was longer, replaying what he said back in your mind, as well as the entire fight that had just occurred. It all felt so pathetic to think about now, and the reason for it all finally dawned upon you two.

"All I wanted was to finally hug–and touch–my boyfriend tonight. But all I got was an anxiety attack, an ankle sprain, and a fucking asthma attack." You finish off with a stupid laugh.

He's silent for a moment before laughing, "I should've known. Seriously. God." He rubs his eyes and you see snippets of tears slip past his fingers. You get up and hug him, and he engulfs you in the embrace before you could fully even reach him.

"I'm sorry for making you feel that way." The side of your head laid on his chest as you hugged him tightly, and he gradually took it tighter.

"No way you just apologized before me. I was supposed to do that." He sniffed, trying to lighten the mood.

"Sorry about that too."

He mutters your name and you look up, your chin on his chest. "I'm sorry for treating you that way. I feel like the worst human being on earth, and that's a fucking understatement." It was cute. Both of you guys are crying for the dumbest miscommunication ever. "I know." You say.

"Like, I somehow managed to fuck up so bad Chris had to be the one to comfort you tonight." He shook his head.

"Yeah. That was a crazy low you did for it to reach that point."

He shushes you. "I don't need reminders."

"You brought it up." You shrug. He nods, "Yeah. I guess so." He finally cracks a smile, and you follow the curves of his lips, unknowingly grinning with him.

"I really fucking missed you today." He admits, kissing your nose, your eyes fluttering shut before opening them back up immediately. "You have no idea, Matt. Promise to forget today?"

"Promise."

"Now let's go to your room, you need to get these splinters out of my feet."

"You got it, love."

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[skysaunter]

@unwaivering 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 :: With some convincing and maybe some pleading on her part, Violet was sitting in Dex's Dinner practically humming with excitement. Though she was not really showing it. Her shades were covering her blue eyes and she was tapping a gloved hand on the table as she waited. Anakin should be here. That's what Kenobi told her. Glancing at the watch on her wrist, she was sure she had the right timing.

              𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 ,  swiftly followed by the suspicion that this young woman, violet or whatever her name was, might be slightly delusional—just a tad.  as rex and ahsoka had so kindly put it, violet likely fell into the extensive category of anakin skywalker’s many, many fans, and this calculated claim of kinship was a means to stand out amongst a sea of nameless faces, all vying for a scrap of attention from the  𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑵𝑶 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹.

it was a scenario not too challenging to fathom, given that most ‘fans’ were ordinary citizens who felt a profound debt to their saviors and expressed gratitude through generous donations of credits or resources to the grand army of the republic—an act of benevolence anakin found admirable.  peculiar individuals of the less normal variety, however, like those who rushed to mob him on the streets, seemingly oblivious to basic concepts such as personal space, approached appreciation in the most unorthodox of ways, to say the least.

the latest debacle had featured a rather zealous fanatic who claimed obi-wan kenobi had been harboring a secret family, and it was they who had given birth to all eight of kenobi’s children.  of course, the whole thing had been an absurd fabrication from the outset, but that didn’t stop the media from descending into a complete frenzy over the potential scandal.

it made sense, in a sad, terrible way, why people detached from reality, sedating themselves with parasocial delusions whilst wars raged on across the galaxy.                but then last night happened, and the entire world flipped on its head.  after hammering out a litany of overdue reports together, obi-wan admitted there could be truth to the claim, acknowledging a brief encounter with…

              𝚅𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚄𝙻𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙴.   the force, ever-responsive to its beloved child, revealed the contours of her presence—the feathery edges of her mind, an indistinct amalgamation of excitement, unease, and anxiety—seated alone in a booth farthest from the entrance of dex’s diner.  the force was a leaden weight on his shoulders as he approached, an irrefutable echo of breath and blood that he consciously set aside.

❝so, you’re the mysterious sister i never knew i had.❞ anakin blinked, pushed back his hood, then slid into the booth opposite his alleged sister, raising an inquisitive brow.

❝well, this is a surprise—and a lot to take in… just hope you’re not here to pull one over on me.  dex doesn’t take kindly to troublemakers, and he really hates it when customers break his plates.❞

#unwaivering #( . hope this is okay :) lmk if you want any changes! #˒ *･ﾟ⨯ 003 : ( v : TCW ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ. #˒ *･ﾟ⨯ ch. ( anakin ) ◞ ⎸ ɪ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ɪs ᴄʀᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ. #˒ *･ﾟ⨯ ( answered ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ. #˒ *･ﾟ⨯ ( queue ) *･ﾟ✧ ⎸ ᴍɪsɪɴᴛᴇʀᴘʀᴇᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ‚ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ.

[dazzlingstarlct]

*✶𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫: @spillurgvts | plot in source.

“F–Fuck, not here.” Liana meant to sound determined; instead, her tone came out nervous and heated. It’s been fun at first, sitting on his lap and trying to mess with his self-control, feeling how her panties got damp as the party went on. But as the hand that’d climbed up her thighs moved the now-soaked underwear to the side, she couldn’t help but feel completely out of control. “Anyone could see us—are you insane? They’re gonna know.” Lashes fluttered for a moment, not daring to drift her attention anywhere else. She was terrified of what she could find: curious orbs trying to get a better look in the dark room, maybe even phone cameras aiming in their direction. If the idea got a new wave of arousal coating her folds, she really hoped he wouldn’t notice.

#✧ ˚. —liana velasco | threads. #ft. spillurgvts. #hope they're both okay! lmk if you want any changes :)

[criedouts]

      ‘   i   need   you   to   kiss   me   .   ’

#sclfcare #* ╱ hannah speaks . #2 / 2 ! #that plot where its like two bffs #and one asks the other to kiss them to make someone jealous or something??? #yea. #which this can be exes or any connection tbh #whatever ur heart desires <33 #i hope these were okay ! #if you want me to change anything lmk <3

[strayslost]

"...Dazai-kun. It's been a long time."

Years may have passed, but Dazai still has the same look on his face as he did back then. Those empty-seeming eyes that meet Verlaine's gaze seem somehow endlessly dark. There's always been an aura around him, as if he's above everyone else, looking down at them from a place that no-one could hope to reach...

When he was betrayed by Dazai back then, Verlaine hadn't expected it. Yet in spite of that, in the moment when he realized what had happened... he hadn't felt surprised at all. Even now, it's only because Verlaine is so experienced himself that he can recognize just how dangerous this man truly is.

In spite of that, there's no fear in Verlaine's expression. Instead, he greets Dazai the same way one would greet a casual acquaintance, though he hadn't known that Dazai would show up at all.

"What brings you to a place like this?"

@longerhuman ( starter! )

#ic #longerhuman #v. verlaine; main; tag tbd. #tysm for liking my starter call!! #no icons because verlaine has none unfortunately :( #also so you know; i read stormbringer very quickly in one sitting so there's a lot i haven't really taken in/remembered about the plot atm! #i do plan on re-reading it and taking my time to absorb it better soon but if i get any details wrong #or if verlaine seems out of character; i apologize otl #and feel free to let me know so i can fix it <3 #lmk if you want any changes; i hope this works okay!

[gravechoked]

Sometimes, Kingsley is hit with a strange rush of emotions when he sees Jester.

Now, sometimes used to be all of the time, but as he got to know her better, those feelings started to settle down as well. Still, it’s weird, right? An abrupt fondness that overwhelms his senses, a feeling of guilt so strong that he can barely stand it... Kingsley has always insisted that the one who came before him is nothing more than a brother, but if that’s the case, then why do these emotions feel so much like his own?

Thinking about what that might mean scares him more than anything.

But today, the feeling that decides to strike him unexpectedly is different to the ones that’ve come before. It’s more like... a bittersweet kind of nostalgia? And a face, hazy and lacking in details, floats to the center of his mind before vanishing like smoke. A girl’s face - but it looks like his.

He’s sure the stunned expression on his face must show, at least for a moment. But he covers it up with what he hopes is expert skill, giving her a confident smirk as if nothing ever happened.

“So what’s on your mind, Joy? I haven’t seen you this excited over something in a while.”

@cupcaketrickster ( starter! )

#ic #cupcaketrickster #v. don't we deserve a happy ending? #ahhh i hope this is okay; lmk if you want any changes!! #i love jester so much i'm so excited to write with you again! c: #he's thinking of aldreda... just for a moment... ;~; #i haven't written kingsley in forever so i'm sorry if his characterization is a little rusty at first #hopefully i'll rewatch the last episode again soon! #tneol spoilers //

[skylarclarke]

( Closed starter for @kryss-karjann​ )

Not for the first time in the day, Skylar found himself making his way down to the kitchen for another cup of coffee. He was already starting to miss some of the options that had been available to them on Earth - the stuff on board wasn’t bad though, and honestly he would keep on drinking it anyway even if it was. “Hey, Kryss,” he greeted when he arrived at his destination and realized the room wasn’t empty. “How’s it going?” It was an open-ended question, but he was a little curious about what she might bring up.

#kryss-karjann #kryss003 #//I hope this is okay! It doesn't have a lot buuut #I figured if they're the only two in here it might be a good place for them to talk #since kryss had wanted to inquire more #but lmk if you need any changes!!!

[revengesworn]

“You... want to join Brahman?”

Senju is surprised. Certainly, having the infamous Draken in Brahman would be a great asset to Brahman, especially when it came to taking down Mikey. She’s well aware of Draken’s strength, and his reputation, but... she doesn’t actually know much about him as a person. If he wanted to keep fighting after Toman disbanded, then why doesn’t he join the Kanto Manji gang? Draken is meant to be Mikey’s right hand man, the one always by his side, so... she can’t help but be a little surprised.

And yet... it makes sense. Maybe Draken isn’t the kind of person who could sit by and let Kanto Manji do the sorts of things they’re doing now. Still...

“Why?” Senju asks bluntly, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Most of Tokyo Manji have left the delinquent world behind. But you want to join us?”

@captivemuses​ ( starter for draken! )

#ic #captivemuses #v. the unmatched. #i hope this is okay! lmk if you want any changes #i feel like these two have some interesting potential that was never explored in canon... #yes i'm biased because they're my faves LOL but #both trying to save someone from Kanto Manji gang who's fallen to the darkness?? it's an interesting parallel... #anyway i will also be continuing our draken / mikey thread and maybe writing a second starter too so look forward to that >:)

[tapalslegacy]

starter for @jedilone (CLOSED)

Anger was the catalyst that led Cal down a dark path. Revenge was his motivation. Ignorance only fueled him. Refusal to listen to the voice of reason, specifically from a Dathomirian Nightsister, was the final nail in the coffin.

The events after Cere's death was a blur. His recollection all painted in crimson. Whether it was the influence of the dark side that clouded his vision, or the bloodshed that splattered onto the stolen clothes of Lank Denvik, he wasn't sure. In his rage, he was unable to tell the difference. Lord Vader, having sensed his anger, recognized the sheer strength Cal held in the dark side. It thus made him worthy to be Vader's sith apprentice.

It's been years since Cere's death. And Cal didn't recognize he spent it on agony. The walls he built around himself became thickened through distractions of the dark side. He hardly stopped to question his actions, even as the then Eleventh Brother, and now as the Grand Inquisitor. Didn't even bat an eye when he drove his plasma blade straight across the neck of a civilian deemed a traitor to the Empire.

Arrogance was what led him to gaslight himself into believing he could muster the strength to utilize force storm. Undoubtedly it was a miracle he survived, even if he foolishly insisted he would be fine. Bending the fabric of the Galaxy? He insolently believed it was a walk in the park. Hands up, palms facing forward, squinting through the bright source of light in front of him. Wind swept through his undercut hairstyle, tossing his hair strands side to side over the shaved parts of his head. The light withdrew to it's core and just as it was summoned, it disappeared with a shattering bass drop. The high winds ceased with it. Blinking, the moss green of his eyes slowly adjusted to the low lighting of his surroundings. It felt all too... Familiar. As if he was here before.

Cal furrowed his red brows as he lowered his hands. Peering around at his sightings, at all the high red rocks that surrounded him, it slowly occured to him that he was on Dathomir. Merrin's home-world. Pivoting his body to ensure he's not imagining things, he walked over to one of the pillars and ran his fingertips over the slab. It's real, as much as he is, he noted. The Force nudged at him and that was when he realized he wasn't alone.

Reflexes moved his body for him. Gloved hand moving to his lightsaber hilt, grasping the cylindrical metal, activating it, and pointing at the potential hostile. The red blade extended from the red kyber crystal he bled years prior. It's familiar eerie hum filling his ears. Teeth bared, lips turned up, the man panted. And then he froze. Eyes widened.

The Grand Inquisitor gently lowered the blade. Blinking a few times. Unsure if what he was seeing was legitimate or not. For what stood before him appeared to be... Himself. Young. And undeniably naïve.

#jedilone #— ‘ grand inquisitor verse : 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓? #i hope this is okay! lmk if you want any changes <3

[shadowedresolve]

"Oh- hey! Is that you, Zenkichi?"

Ann has to say, running into Zenkichi here is quite the surprise - but not necessarily an unpleasant one at all. In fact... it's actually quite nice to see him again, especially in a moment like this when she's got time to kill. He's a working man, so it's not always easy to find chances to speak with him, and sometimes she wonders if he still feels out-of-place in the Phantom Thieves as the only adult and a newcomer... She hopes he doesn't feel that way. She won't deny that she enjoys spending the most time with the friends her own age, but that doesn't mean that she doesn't wonder how he's doing, sometimes.

So after a moment, she decides this is a good opportunity to catch up - if he's not busy, of course. There is one thing she's curious about, though...

"It's so good to see you! Aren't you based down in Kyoto, though? What brings you down here?"

@epitomees ( starter for zenkichi! )

#ic #epitomees #v. ann; tag tbd. #me showing up 10 years late with starbucks: sup- #SDFJDKFHF BUT JOKES ASIDE I'M REALLY SORRY FOR THE WAIT OTL ;; #i thought i'd do something for zenkichi with ann; if that's okay!! i don't see them interact often but i love them both a lot so i feel it #could be interesting... #lmk if you want anything else or any changes though <33 and hope you're enjoying the holidays; too!

[bornchaos]

@dimensionalspades 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 : 008. inside an old abandoned house | soldier ——— （ SET THE SCENE ⟋ ACCEPTING ）

❛ wow ❜ virago hadn't meant to say the awed murmur out loud , however it was threatening to spill out of her mouth on the walk up here , there was no chance at hiding it the moment they stepped through the rotten door . it wasn't grand in the traditional sense , the walls weren't built high , there was no winding stair case that seemed it touched the heavens - it was small &. modest , a family house of the lowest calibre &. virago swears she can hear the laughter of the children that lived here through the small hallway ; an older brother pushing his younger sister into the wall , rushing forward clumsily &. almost slipping in the process . what a shame for it to be reduced to such a state .

foot is light against the floorboards , though there's a sharp creek that seemed to echo across the house , the mould that now made itself at home between the wood seemingly awakening from its nap - the sound was rather haunting . eyes slowly raise to soldier , only for a moment before they trail across the house from where she stood , giving it a moment - waiting for something to happen - she wonders if they have their intel wrong . though , the location of the place seemed as good as a hide out as any .

walking deeper into the house , she takes a left into the main room ; the sofa looked damp &. uncomfortable , faint . . . somethings , growing from the material . the tv was covered in a thick layer of dust , causing her to step forward and wipe across it with a glove before even thinking about what she was doing ; it was disgusting , but curiosity had her grabbed by throat ❛ this place is like a museum ❜ softly spoken , out of character , the woman behind the mask always had a love for the histories - this was it , in its purest form . an example of a time long passed ; touched by age , but not by outsiders - there isn't a single thing that seemed out of place ; it was a poloid , warn &. faded , but the image remained the same .

❛ wonder what the story is here . . . ❜ by now , virago is speaking at the other rather than to him ; all too used to the ai in ear picking up pieces of the assassin's mindless , vocalised rambles - habits never die , she gusses , she's not exactly used to the company of others anymore . she picks up the family photo gently in palms - not help but wandering if they're still alive , smiling back at her brightly , warmly . they looked like a good one - there's a dull sadnes rising in chest that's instantly forced down .

mission . focus on the mission .

❛ y'got anything ? i'm starting to think your intel is off . ❜

#HI HOPE THIS IS OKAY <3 #LMK IF YOU WANNA PLOT / WANT ANYTHING CHANGED :3c #this was sooo much fun to write :( great thing to get me out of my slump tbh #cora : girl help im romantizing and hoping the intel is wrong because i secretly crave the normalacy of what this shitty house stands for. #we are far too tainted to be in such a pure room and we shouldn't walk on the graves of the forgotten when they are more alive #than any of us currently stood in this room #everyone : wtf. no like wtf as in WTF #n nee way - ty for the asks <3 OSHFOISHDFOSDF #inbox. #dimensionalspades #dimensionalspades * jack morrison.

[etfrin]

⤷❝Can't be Shared | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | somnophilia, mentions of prostitution (Snow was going to 'share' you) cunnilingus, pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), possessive af Snow, impact play (he slaps your thigh once), ruined orgasm (you do cum in the end) | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: young president! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: Snow was going to share you with the elite of the Capitol but changed his mind halfway through only to have his way with you and make you the First Lady of Panem

⇢☾A/N: hehe, the longest fic I have writing so far, hope y'all enjoy this and reblog ;)

<masterlist> < bc: @cafekitsune >

He thought he would be okay with it. He was sure he would be okay with it. But he wasn't. Snow's blood boiled when the rich elitist of the capitol had begun to touch you, whisper you praises, and whatnot. The only thing that was going in his mind was his, his, his.

When had he gotten so attached, he wasn't supposed to be. Letting them touch you, and play with you was a strategic decision to get them hooked and you weren't meant to be his Queen but something had changed. Something snapping in him when the Capitols’ richest eyed you like a meal.

His jaw was clenched and he cleared his throat, “I changed my mind.” He said, “I am not sharing after all.”

You are his. His property. His bird locked in his cage and now his Queen. He pulled you closer, away from prying hands. He glared, memorizing the face of any and everyone displeased, thinking of plans of how to dispose of them quickly because even if briefly they had touched you that was a sin. No one taints the Queen but a King.

He cordially finishes dinner, keeping in mind he was a president, a newly appointed one at that even if he wanted to he couldn't drag you into his room and have his way with you. But he wanted to. His free hand is on your thigh, gripping it hard enough to leave a small bruise. His hold gets tighter the more he has to smile pretty and act polite.

You hadn't said a word, you weren't sure what to say. You were ready to be shared, used, and then discarded. Snow had told you of this beforehand, but he had changed his mind and you were grateful.

Even as he marked you, made you whimper with his grip, giving your thigh a warning squeeze to be quiet. You were relieved that he decided not to share. You were his, you liked that you were his.

Dinner took longer than you would have preferred, but when it finally came to an end, Snow leaned into you and whispered, “Be on my bed wearing my shirt and nothing else, my bird.”

You didn't reply. You get up, walking into his room, heat choking your veins and making your pussy ache and wet. You close the door as you reach the master bedroom of the manor.

Going into his closet you picked on a red shirt, knowing that it would match your skin tone well. You had taken everything else off, your panties and previous clothes on the floor. You were in full display as you didn't even button up the shirt. Your breasts are exposed to the cold air making your nipples harden.

You sat on the bed, waiting for him to come. One minute bleeds into ten and you laid down on the bed. One hour turns to several and your eyes close up. Sleep catches up with you.

You woke up with a gasp. Sleep at the edge of your mind but your mouth lets out a moan wantonly as several things hit you at once.

One. Snow was here.

Two. Snow was between your thighs, his hands keeping your thighs wide and spread for him.

Three. His lips were on your clit, sucking it vigorously making you arch your back and wanting to flinch away from the intensity.

And you tried to move away, your bud sensitive more with pain than in pleasure. How long was Snow like this, sucking at your clit. Your pussy was now impossibly slick and throbbing, wanting to be filled.

A slap was delivered onto your thigh, a hitched moan leaving your lips because of the delicious pain. “Behave,” Snow sneers at you, his blue eyes looking ravenous, his face smeared with your arousal. This was Snow? You thought for a brief second. For once he felt like a man brought down to his knees by a woman instead of something untouched.

“Sorry,” you gasp out as he dives into your cunt. His tongue drew circles onto your clit as your cunt clenched around nothing. You never thought Snow would be sloppy at anything, you thought wrong because his breathing was loud, warn air of his pants grazing your sex. His stubble brushed against your sex as all of his attention was overstimulating your clit.

He finally lost interest as you cried out that you were close just by him playing with your clit for who knows how long. It hurt. It felt good. Perfect, delicious pleasure and pain. You were dizzy, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

He leaves your clit alone, but his tongue finds its way to the rest of your pussy. His tongue traces your folds, your slit, and the inside of your walls. Leaving no parts of your cunt untouched by his mouth. He was licking every drop of your juices, all the while he made you wetter.

Your hands were fisted into the sheets, your hips subtly moving for friction. A notion that was stopped with a squeeze of his hand on your thigh. You were brought to your high, so close to the edge you would fall in a second as moans spilled from your lips.

Only for that to be snatched away as Snow moved away. You cry out, “No! Please!” But Snow merely raised an unamused eyebrow while his hand wiped his mouth. “Snow, please,” you whispered, feeling the heat and the high of your lost orgasm.

He lets out a scoff as he sees your desperate state. “My meal is finished,” he merely said. His hand takes off the red suit, the same color as your (his) shirt. His fingers unbutton his white shirt, revealing his toned physique. Those same hands now unzipped his pants, his boxer down to the floor revealing a hard cock. The well-rounded tip leaking pre-cum.

“But I am not done with you yet,” he muses, as he moves in closer. You were sitting up now and his hand was on your nape.

“I don't think I'll ever be done with you,” he whispers, the words sealing a promise of forever. “Don't be,” you whispered back, leaning to catch his lips. Your arms around his shoulders to pull him on top of you, to feel his weight, his skin against yours.

Primal instincts take over you both as you kiss. Desperate whimpers and deep groans could be heard and his teeth sank into your bottom lip. Making it bleed and making him suck your blood into his mouth. He pulls back with a gasp, his eyes wide, his lips swollen. His taste was of a dessert you couldn't name. Addictive and delicious.

His left hand was on your cheek, another still on your nape. His thumb brushes your cheek in a manner of caring. “You're the Queen of Panem now,” he announces, making your heart jump in surprise. “The First Lady of Panem.”

With that, he seals his words with a kiss. Soft and ravishing, his tongue explores your mouth. Your hand is in his hair, the blonde locks between your fingers as you kiss back with everything you have.

“You're mine,” he whispered, his lips brushing with yours, “My bird in a cage. My property.”

“I'll make sure everyone at Capitol knows it,” he said, his eyes looking at you with the ferality of an animal stripped to his bare instincts. “Is that understood, my bird?” He asked.

The answer couldn't be anything but yes. So you replied exactly that and he grins. He looked beautiful in that moment, his charms coming out making you even more needy.

You pulled him in for another kiss, his lips smiling against yours as both of your tongues tangled. His hand lowered itself and cupped your cunt. His fingers trace your entrance and you whimper into his mouth but he doesn't breach in.

He gathers your arousal on his digits, and he pulls back from the kiss to take the digits into his mouth. After sucking his fingers clean, he kisses you again, letting you taste yourself.

His hands pushed you down on the bed, your legs on his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, taking you in, his bird being such a pretty mess.

He placed a kiss on your thigh that was unbelievably soft that for a moment you didn't believe it was action done by Snow's lip but the harsh bite of his mouth marking the skin of your inner thigh proved otherwise.

He leaned down, his hand in your hand above your head. Your free hand dug into his shoulder, forming crescent marks that made him groan, a choked-off desperate sound that you wanted more of.

All the while he placed his cockhead right at your entrance. You gasp as you feel the tip slip inch by inch into your velvety warmth. You wondered if he was going so slow because he wanted you to adjust to his length. However, one look at his face told you were wrong. His blonde strands clinging to his forehead, his lips parted and letting out hot breaths all the while his eyes closed shut, his eyebrows furrowed as he buried his dick into your cunt with the slow pace.

The reason he was going slow was because he wasn't sure if he could last and fuck, that got into your head. Birds are little teasers and you were no different so you clenched around him. His length half pushed in and felt your pulsing cunt wrapping itself tighter around him.

His eyes fall open as he lets out a grunt of surprise and pleasure, “Fuck.” His icy eyes glare at you, “Don't.” Your pussy only clenched further in reply and his hold gets harder, pressing your hand into the mattress as he sank in completely without a warning. “Ah!” You let out in surprise, the stretch painfully perfect.

“Take it,” he whispered to you, his lip biting your earlobe before he dragged his mouth to the pulse of your neck to mark you up properly as his property. His hips now beginning to move, calculated and controlled just like every other action of Snow. Every thrust hits your g-spot relentlessly, making you gasp and moan, back arching in pleasure.

“Gentlemen make their women cum but you're not a woman. You're my property but I am merciful so cum. Cum on my cock untouched, my bird.” He groans into your ear as his pace gets faster, a tad bit of desperation creeping in as his hips slam into you without a care. You could only moan in reply, truth is you didn't need to be touched to cum. His cock, his skin against yours, his mouth sucking your neck, and placing love bites were enough. More than so.

The heat was already forming in your stomach, waiting to be released and spread all over your body. The final push hadn't come long after. As you and Snow shared a filthy open-mouthed kiss, he had thrust so hard and deep, a small bulge had formed, your cervix being kissed with his cockhead.

You cry his name and your pussy comes on his cock, milking his length with repeated squeezes. “That's it, my bird,” he praises as he continues to abuse your cunt with his dick. Your nerves are oversensitive making you whimper and teary-eyed. He found his release with a whimper, his hot cum filling your womb. He pulled out with a small gasp and you wanted him again.

His hand ran through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands up. “First lady of Panem,” he stated, looking at you and then your body, his cum falling out of your cunt.

“First Lady…” you whispered, in disbelief and for whatever may come in the future.

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[ripscouta]

@brknmnds // plotted starter.

she had a horrible day at hawkins high school. as per usual. all she wanted to do was hang out with her best friend and forget it all happened. jason carver was the reason behind her bad day,teasing her about her outfit,trying to piss her off. she headed straight for her and eddie's spot behind the school,plopping herself on the bench with a groan. he wasn't there yet but she'd wait for him. when he showed up,she felt herself feeling a little better,smiling up at him as he came up to the table.

❝ hey,man. i got here a little earlier. i couldn't wait to get out of math. so boring. how was your day ? ❞

#brknmnds #hope this is okay! lmk if you want any changes.

[dazzlingstarlct]

*✶𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫: @cruelangcls | plot in source.

The internship was everything she’d dreamed of. It was also everything she deserved, though. Melody only knew of excellence; she was a straight A student, with recommendations pouring out of her resume like flood. She was always talented when it came to anticipating other people’s needs. The right people, at least—the ones she wanted to keep happy. She’d been calculated when it came to overlooking her boss’ lustful gaze when she wasn’t supposed to be paying attention; she’d also been completely purposeful while sliding into the tightness of skirts and making sure there was always coffee at their desk when they arrived in the morning, even if it technically wasn’t part of her job. So, it made sense in her mind, as she saw them remarkably irritated in the middle of a phone call that’d seemed to last for at least an hour, to quietly close the door to their office and walk towards them, getting down on her knees and parting their thighs with delicate hands. “Here, lemme help you.” She whispered, her eyes meeting theirs as her tongue came out to wet her lips.

#✧ ˚. —melody keats | threads. #ft. cruelangcls. #hope it's okay! lmk if you want any changes :)

[tearfest]

closed starter for @gcldcnhour!

ㅤㅤ" what if i messed up? i think my voice wobbled on the last note... " she's pacing back and forth, bunny slippers squeaking comically with each manic step as she frets. " i've never auditioned for a place like that before. and those companies are real picky. one error and they'll just pick someone else — someone better. " she finally stops rambling then, her pacing also coming to a halt as she very nearly bumps into them. " sorry... i'm doing that thing again, aren't i? "

#gcldcnhour #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ luna: discourse. #hi hi! thank u sm for liking! #i hope this is okay < 3 lmk if you want anything changing! #any connection is welcome < 3

[clemencetaught]

( meta: four lives. )

instead of doing my drafts from all three ( four ) of my blogs, i'm going tell you about the lore that this blog functions on- it's not actually that prominent as it falls more on the supernatural side, this blog is almost heavily geared towards crime and slice of life, and patrick himself is not actually aware that this is the truth of the universe he lives in. but i do consider it important to me and it also can put a very important relationship of his into perspective.

*spoilers for goblin: the lonely guardian*

okay, so this lore actually comes the TV show goblin: the lonely guardian ( sorry for spoilers, but also u should watch it!! it's a classic 💕 ) and while patrick isn't actually an oc in that verse, his relationship with hyuk ( @jeoseungsaja - hello alex my dear 💕 ) kinda....made me want to incorporate that into patrick's universe since the TV show is where hyuk originated from ( AND ALSO FOR ALEX'S WONDERFUL PORTRAYAL :DD ):

basically, if we're going by the four lives theory according to ji eun-tak then in all three verses, patrick is on his third life aka the harvesting life. in all four of his lives, however, he always at least crosses paths with hyuk and felicity in some capacity.

in his first life, he lived during the goryeo era, where he was an seonbi for the king, wa*ng y*eo. he went by ahn hak ( and was distantly related to one of my other ocs, ahn yoojin ). he was a childhood and later lifelong friend of y*eo, staying by his side even through the latter's grave crimes and when the latter had begun to fall into despair from the regret he felt over said crimes. however, due to the manipulation of yeo's evil advisor, park joong-hyeon, needless self-sacrifice and a lack communication on both yeo and hak's parts, hak ended up dying after taking a stray arrow to the heart that would've hit yeo. by that time, park joong-hyeon had given the order to have hak executed ( more manipulation there to have hak be viewed as suspicious and therefore an enemy of the kingdom....and at last minute yeo was trying to interrupt this execution ).

needless to say hak's first life came to an unfortunate end and it left hak with a bitter taste in his mouth. he was angry at himself for not better support yeo and for not having the guts to actually?? stand up to yeo when he thought yeo was wrong. he was also angry at yeo for giving up on himself but also leading his kingdom to ruin....and so, in his second life, whether it was hak's choice or the higher ups, hak's second life is spent separate from the second life of wang y*eo. hak spent his first life completely devoted to yeo so his second life would be for discover who he is independently. that and wang y*eo had serve a punishment for his past crimes and the one the really put him there, so part of that punishment includes not being able to see a reincarnated hak.

so for his second life, he was born as park jisoo. an orphan with no knowledge of his family ever to discovered, jisoo had a rather lonely if not rough childhood. he was bullied for having more of a timid personality, but also for being colorblind- he was unable to distinguish between red and green and therefore also couldn't see the colors of sunsets ( ironically two of these three things are things hak associated with yeo in their previous lives ). however, jisoo did manage find some sort of happiness as he lived a long and peaceful life with yuri, whose third life would be that of one felicity price. that being said, jisoo always felt like there was something, someone was missing from his life.

( at the end of his second life, jisoo would meet a grim reaper with a very familiar face and very familiar name. it would make no sense to jisoo, he didn't remember meeting someone named wang yeo- )

and so that brings us to his third and current life, patrick grace/shin myungdae. his second life, he spent gaining a sense of independence, but also coming to the subconscious realization that no matter how badly wang yeo had fucked up, he missed him. and he asked for a chance to be friends with the soul of wang yeo once more. perhaps the gods smiled on him once more, because patrick grace was able to meet and become lifelong friends ( and even something more ) with lee hyuk, the third life of wang yeo, a soul that has served his punishment and has been forgiven. patrick would also be blessed to once more encounter his wife from his previous life aka felicity.

so if you're wondering why patrick is ridiculously attached to both hyuk and felicity, that's the ic explanation; they're soulmates in the most literal sense. every life, he'll be entwined with them both some way and some how although the nature of their relationship will be different in each life 💕

#the color of mercy is green ( meta. ) #alex and i had plotted this a fair bit #so for ppl who only just met patrick #it's not like their lifelong friendship was coincidence #although seriously you should've seen hyurick at the beginning #chemistry was OFF the charts and neither alex nor i were expected it :'D #but also alex?? i hope this is okay to write up!! #if you want me to change any parts about hyuk/yeo #lmk okay?? ily lots 💕💕💕 #but yeah!! meta about the sole supernatural element in patrick's life?? why not!!