#and I felt like i had to be the perfect fucking friend

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ONE OF YOUR GIRLS!

fwb with the jjk men who swear theyre not falling inlove

content: 2.6k wc + not proofread, hair pulling, degrādation, pssy eating, raw-dogging, sēx, exhibitionism, humiliation, toxic, controlling, just nasty

feature: choso, nanami, gojo, geto, sukuna, toji

CHOSO KAMO

THEY CAN’T TELL BUT I LOVE YOU, CAUS’ YOU’RE LOYAL BABY

Fwb!Choso who’s not entirely sure why he agreed to be friends with benefits with you. You told him you felt the same way about his intense desire for you, and all he knows is how to quench it. Fwb!Choso who doesn't want to lose this, but he's too shy to ask you to be his girlfriend. If being your fwb is the only way to keep it going, then so be it. Fwb!Choso who’s in a daze from your insides, pounding into your pussy and whimpering spews on how much he loves you.

He loves when you're on top of him, he likes it when you control him and use him. He loves to see you bouncing up and down on his cock, he thinks it should be dubbed as one of the 7 wonders of this world—thinks it's enticingly beautiful watching you moan and whine while taking him.

With each passing day he finds himself only being able to cum to you. He's so desperate for you, so embarrassingly addicted to you, but you don’t even see.

He’s mesmerised after fucking you, thinking about it for hours - days or even more. He can't believe he gets the chance to have you all over him. You gave him the allowance to be deep inside your folds, to feel your walls clench around his girth, telling him how good he is, fuck—he loves you.

His favorite song is when you say his name. He never thought he could make a pretty girl like you call out his name like a chant, bouncing against his skin as he fucks into you, drilling his way through your guts like theres no tomorrow.

“You’re so tight–mgh! Baby, please juus’ like t-that, ’gonna make me cum…” strong grips on your sides as he fucks you, he’s truly a mess, babbling about how good your pussy is.

He never wants to imagine a world where you’re not in it, he has dreams about you. Sometimes, sweet—others are bittersweet, some even fully sour. But he wakes up happy all the same, knowing you’re gonna tell him to come over, and he’s gonna waste no time fulfilling your every request, because he wants you in more ways than just sex.

Friends with benefits Choso who calls you his aphrodite, his muse and the impediment of perfection. As hard as it may be Choso doesn’t regret agreeing to be friends with benefits, with you.

You’re so good for him and he’s so good for you, and he’ll wait however long it may take to make you his—beyond sex.

NANAMI KENTO

WE DON'T GOTTA BE INLOVE, NO - I DONT GOTTA BE THE ONE, NO

Fwb!Nanami who uses it as an excuse to resolve some stress at first, you mutually agreed no feelings, no falling in love. Fwb!Nanami, who he treats you as if you were his girlfriend, cleans you up after he rearranged your guts, giving you kisses down your spine telling you how good you did while he wipes you fresh. You have such a strong hold on him that he eventually finds himself needing you at all times of the day and night.

You were standing in your kitchen, your heart pounding with excitement as you listened to Nanami's heavy breathing over the phone. "I'm on my way," he said, his voice low and husky. You could practically feel his arousal through the phone line, and it got you excited.

Friends with benefits Nanami who had agreed, no feelings, no falling in love. But as you hung up the phone and he made his way to you, he couldn't help but wonder if that was still possible. Nanami had always been good to you, taking care of you in ways that went beyond just being friends. He had a way of making you feel loved and cherished, even when you knew it was just physical.

When he finally arrived, you could see the desire in his eyes as he took in your appearance. He pulled you into a deep kiss, his hands roaming over your body as he explored every inch of you. "You look amazing," he’d murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can't wait to fuck you."

Friends with benefits Nanami who watches you undress with a hungry gaze, his eyes devouring every inch of your naked flesh. "I need you," he growled, his breath hot against your skin. "I need to be inside you."

You moaned as he entered you, his cock filling you up in a way that made your toes curl. He thrust into you hard and deep, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer as you rode out the intense sensations.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Nanami groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he drove into you. "I could stay inside you forever."

You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body tensing as you prepared to explode. But just as you were about to cum, Nanami pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and wanting.

"Not yet," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to make this last."

GOJO SATORU

I LOVE IT WHEN I BREAK SKIN, YOU FEEL PAIN WITHOUT FLINCHIN’

Fwb!Satoru who never thought he’d become smitten over some girl's pussy, until that some girl ended up being you. Oh boy, you took him so well, and you were cute doing it. You knew how to drive him crazy and he fucking loved it. Fwb!Satoru who jokes about his ‘hoes’ even though no one knows he got rid of them all—right after he finally got a taste of you.

You're not his, and he knows this. Yet he finds himself threatening every man that tries to come near you. And when his friends ask why he’s so obsessed with you, he just tells them he can’t lose a good pussy like yours.

But when you’re in private behind closed doors he's eating you out, telling you how good you taste between muffled licks.

“Feels so good toru’...ngh–” you moan.

He has your legs locked around his neck while he’s drowning in your cunt. Licking and digesting everything in sight. He eats so sloppy, like a king eats his feast. Greedily devouring everything down to the last bit.

“Ughmnm, tathes even b-betther mmhm…baby,”

You have no idea what he said. You're too lost in his mouth and the pleasure that he's giving. His tongue is so wet, it slides along your lips and folds with ease. His lips are targeting your puffy clit - sucking in circles. Making you moan louder, arching into his face as he sucks his way to find your orgasm. Your hands deep in his white strands, tugging and pulling anything you feel.

He feels your cunt clench on his tongue. His dick throbs as he tastes your orgasm. His head was further ensnared between your legs. Unable to hold a steady breath, as he pulls back from your heat, raising himself to get a better look at the scene he caused.

Your juices are all over his mouth and chin. And his hair—messy and tangled from where your fingers laid. But he couldn’t care less. His eyes are hooded as he looks up at you, breathing heavily. "One s’not enough, m’ gonna need another one from you sweetheart,"

Your friend with benefits Satoru Gojo, who wants to own you in every sense of the word, but settles for just your body.

You don’t belong to him. But that doesn't mean he can't enjoy it while it lasts.

GETO SUGURU

LOCK ME UP AND THROW AWAY THE KEY, HE KNOWS HOW TO GET THE BEST OUT OF ME

Fwb!Geto who tempts you in public like a perv, who messes with you relentlessly. You’re rarely ever not seen by his side. Fwb!Geto who’ll full on fuck you anywhere, at anytime and any moment of the day. Fwb!Geto who has fucked you almost every where—and he knows you won’t stop him, because you never do. You love it just as much as he does. He loves making you feel good, making you need to rely on him.

He knows you too well, making it his sole objective in life to tease you. Once he has you worked up, he takes you home, providing you no help to finish the problem he started. And next time he sees you? Oh, he has the audacity to act like a good friend, like nothing happened. Like he didn’t take you home with your panties soaking and your body aching. As if he didn’t tell you to send him a video of you cumming on your own fingers, right after.

He loves to see your cheeks burning in public, knowing exactly how he got you there. Friends with benefits Geto who’s just so full of himself, you can't do anything, can't even retaliate because nobody is going to believe that Geto, charming and good looking, good grades and talented—is truly is such a devil.

You don't have any proof to back up what you're saying. Not a single hickey or a scratch on your skin, because he never puts them anywhere noticeable, always making sure you look the same way as you came.

Friends with benefits Geto, the one who holds your hand whenever you need comfort, and hugs you when you're feeling down, the one you go to when you have a bad day and all you want is a good fuck, because you know he won't say no, and if you're in the mood, he'll drop whatever he's doing just for you, because he's just so whipped for you

Truly, Geto doesn't care if you're having a bad day or a good one, you're gonna get fucked regardless, and the moment he walks into the room, you're already wet, and when he finally comes close, his tongue is already out, licking away at your cunt as if you're his favorite meal, and when he finally puts his dick in you, he doesn't let up until you've orgasmed at least 3 times.

The way he looks at you when he's inside you, the way he calls your name. And his hands, his beautiful hands that wrap around your neck just so perfectly, you're a sucker for them.

You’re so used to it, and he knows it, and he uses it against you, because he can do it anywhere, at school, the park, at his house and you’ll let him.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

GIVE ME TOUGH LOVE, LEAVE ME WITH NOTHIN’ WHEN I COME DOWN, MY KINDA LOVE

Fwb!Sukuna who's the one who says no feelings in the first place, but it’s the way you treat him—that’s got him in a rabbit hole. Enjoying while you work his cock like no one else possesses, he's pretty damn sure he's infatuated with you. Fwb!Sukuna who likes to ask what you're wearing to your friends' get-together, only to come over and fuck you, leaving your friends to wonder where you were.

It's all about the thrill of it, sneaking around. Sukuna gets off on knowing no man can live up to him, no man will get the chance.

Sukuna loves to edge you when it comes to anything, specifically—sex. He'll even push you to the verge of cumming before stopping and making you ride him off; “you’re that desperate to cum”. Other times, he will tie you up, and leave you there on the bed all hot and bothered, only to come back an hour later and fuck you like he never left.

Friends with benefits Sukuna who is just so possessive. Who relishes in marking you all over, to make it absolutely certain everyone knows that you're his slut. He doesn't need to think twice to flaunt whatever marks accumulated on his body. He tells you you’re just his toy, just there for his pleasure, but his words hold no weight because he knows he wants there to be more.

Sukuna who is usually not the type of guy to have sex and care about the other person finishing, but with you he never lets you leave the bed without an orgasm. It boosts his ego, lets him know he's the only one who can make you feel good.

Friends with benefits Sukuna who calls you over any time he wants, who’ll come over any time he wants. He’ll call you at the ass crack of down just because he missed his favorite girl.

He likes to embarrass you in front of anyone who tries to talk to you, or any guy in the vicinity of you two. He slaps your ass in the middle of a conversation and pulls on your shirt when you try to walk away. He’s childish and stubborn—he feens, to make you mad so he can show you what mad really is.

You’re just a toy but he defends your name in any instance. You’re just there for pleasure but he buys you whatever you want. He knocks on your door at random to take you out, even though you're just friends with benefits.

You’re just a ‘toy’ but he won't admit he’s in love.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

TELL NOBODY I CONTROL YOU, I BROKE YOU JUST TO OWN YOU

Fwb!Toji who thinks your pussy belongs to him, thinks that he didn't spend all this time stretching you out on the daily, for nothing. So when he sees that one co-worker he hates, trying to talk to you, Fwb!Toji loves to remind you who you belong to.

Friends with benefits Toji whose mouth is just so nasty, he's a man who knows how he wants his dick sucked, and your pussy ate. He’s a man with experience especially, your body. He knows what you can handle and he knows what you can't.

He hates sharing you with anyone, hates your exes, hates his friends around you, hates your friends stealing his time with you, and absolutely despises the thought of anyone seeing you naked besides him.

Friends with benefits Toji who you’ve been fucking on and off for the past few months, and made it clear that your cunt was made to take his cock.

He’ll take you out to the club, bar, restaurants and show you off. He has you wrapped around his finger, cause he knows when you throw your little fits about his blatant flirting - all he has to do is put it inside and you’ll be crying about how good you feel instead.

Friends with benefits Toji who can’t stand your co-worker. More often than not you’d run into him and he’d spark up a conversation. Toji couldn’t understand why this weirdo was so close to you. Sure, you were just work mates, but you belonged to him. He didn’t spend all this time making sure you were nice and loose for him, just for another man to try and take his place.

He acts like a cold stone asshole in public for the rest of the night—until he gets you home. When he knows you have nowhere to run, and even if you could you wouldn’t. Not that he’d let you even if you tried.

Friends with benefits Toji whose mean on these types of nights, only chasing after one thing and that’s to break you down and remind you it should be him you focus on.

His sentences sting, it’s the jealousy talking. He’s gonna bruise you, choke you and make your body sore after tonight. And after it’s all over he’ll run a bath for you both, to ‘get clean’, just to fuck you in it.

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Kiddo

Chapter six

Kiddo masterlist

English is not my first language, be kind.

Modern!Older!Aemond x Modern!Younger!Reader

•Chapter warnings: obsession, stalking, talking of bullying, fingering•

“Have you seen him?” The girl says excitedly to her friend, looking at the new year boy.

“Yes! What do you think happened to his eye?” She responded giggling.

“I don’t know, but whatever it was, if it left such a scar, it must have been really bad.”

“I kinda like the eyepatch though, it makes him sexy…” The girl smirked as she looked intently at the boy with silver hair passing by the hallway.

“Oh, he’s hot. I would totally fuck him.”  The girl smirked in return.

“I’d rather have him fuck me. I have a feeling that he is crazy good.”

Two months after the encounter.

Aemond smirked, looking at his phone, his girl had been texting a lot, since they’ve been friends.

Surely, it’s not how he would have liked to have her, but if nothing, Aemond was patient.

He had his own plan to get his girl only to himself.

On his side, he had his advantage.

She kept texting him about douchebags making fun of her at school.

Some, that he would have loved to rip apart with his bare hands.

Like the guy that was on a date with her, or the girls she was with the day he first saw her. They just wanted to humiliate her somehow. He reassured her with his own stories, advising her how to act on those occasions.

All lies.

He was the popular boy when he was young, despite what he feared as a child, when his scar was still fresh, his marked face brought him nothing but popularity and girls.

Boy’s feared him, the mix of his stoic face, scar, and powerful family apparently intimidated the others.

He lost his virginity pretty soon, and he never stopped fucking ever since, his last year in high school he even fucked in the teacher room, without getting caught.

He fucked a teacher once.

He was a fucking king in in school. He was the one humiliating others whenever he wanted to.

But she didn’t need to know that, did she?

He was only doing her a favor, offering er his comprehension, his help.

There was no way she could find that out anyway.

-I could come to visit you at work?-

He  smiled at the new text on his phone. God, she was just perfect. 

Aemond was her only friend, and that always made her so eager.

She texted him a lot, day and night, she asked to see him more than one time a day, and if he couldn’t, she then asked if she could facetime him, or at least call him.

He liked the calls, he had the freedom to be hard rock or even fisting his cock as she spoke. He rarely accepted video calls, but sometimes he took the risk, she was just so innocent, he could do everything anyway.

“There were a few tomatoes.” She smiles happily as she turn her phone to show him her little garden, bending down to get at the same level of the plant, making the cleavage her large chemise more evident, he caught a glimpse of her bra, holding those breasts he would want to squeeze in his hands, as he slipped his cock between–

“Can you see?” She asked excitedly. He cleared his throat and nodded, as he brushed his cock with his hand.

“Yes, I can see.” He answered. She smiled even more and stood back up. 

“Rory says he wants a salad with my tomatoes.” She says as she looks down to walk without stepping on any plant. Rory was one of her foster brothers, he was five, and greedy.

“Of course he does.” He answered as he carefully unbuttoned his pants, drawing down the fly. He sighed silently, when he didn’t have his breeches restrain his cock.

She chuckled at his remark, looking up at the phone, at him. He felt a rush of adrenaline, lust, going up his spine then straight to his cock, at her looking at him, oblivious of his actions.

“I could bring you some salad at work for lunch, if you want to.” She proposed.

“Mh… What are you wearing, you could get your clothes dirty in the garden.” He slipped his hand in his boxers, caressing directly his cock, letting out a small groan.

“Don’t worry, today I just came to check.” She raised her phone up her head, so her entire figure would be visible on the screen. She was wearing a big white men's button down shirt, and a long wavy white skirt. Her hair was loose and wavy due to the braids she kept during the night.

“So what do you say?” She asked again. Looking at him.

“Another time, kiddo. Tell me about your day.” He leaned back in his chair, his office door was locked, but it was early anyway, so he tugged his boxers down as she started speaking.

-You want so much to see me at work?-

He texted back, smirking to himself. He would have loved to show her around, his pretty girl, have her watching him while he works.

Smell her scent in his office, her real scent, not that vanilla shit he bought.

-You say you work in a high lever of one of the skyscapes, I want to see it! :) -

She texted quickly back, and he chuckled, his fingers hovering over the keyboard for a moment. Did she light the height? He could have brought her to the heavens, if she would just ask him.

-You’re supposed to be at school, kiddo, why are you texting me?-

-Texting you is funnier.-

He groaned as he saw her text, putting aside his phone, and trying to force himself to ignore the urge to go to her school, find her class and fuck her on her table with the whole class looking at them.

He could picture it so well.

How she would ask him to go somewhere else because she’s shy about her body, and mostly because she doesn’t want to be seen or heard.

She would beg him so sweetly, looking at him with her eyes, glossy from tears. And how could he have stopped at such a sight? 

-So? Can I come visit you?- 

His phone turned on at her text. He looked at it for a while, then he decided to finally text it to her.

-My place is at a higher level. You want to come there?-

He could feel his heart in his throat as he stared at his phone screen. When she started typing, he felt like fainting.

-Deal, time?-

He wanted to jump from his chair and scream. He had her.

He was going to have her in his apartment.

He chuckled, thinking of how he could turn this story into some kind of Raperonzolo’s story, lock her in his apartment, maybe even tied to his bed.

So he could worship her naked body from the moment he came home, untill he left, first with his tongue, then his fingers, and then he would finally fuck her to madness.

He honestly didn’t know why she trusted him.

He was only getting worse since he met her. 

He stalked her less, that is true, but only because she gave updates to him herself. 

To be fair, he kept stalking her the first few days, but only to be completely sure his girl would never lie to him.

And she never did.

Because she was his perfect good girl.

He was trying really hard to wash the smirk away from his face as he drove to her school. He just couldn’t. 

He was going to have her in his apartment, just him and her. 

He risked a hard on every time he thought about it, his mind playing infinite scenarios of how he could take her, trick her, use her, and she wouldn’t even realize it, she would think it’s completely normal.

He had to take lots of deep breaths, in order to contain all those freaky, but tempting thoughts.

He will be kind, gentle.

Just for her, he could do it.

Well, he could try.

He hoped.

He parked close to her high school and texted her that he was waiting for her describing his location so it would have been easier for her to find him.

He saw her approaching him a few minutes later, and he leaned to open the passenger door for her.

As much as he would have liked to get out of his car, greet her with a small kiss on her head perhaps, he couldn’t risk it. 

His… unusual appearance always made him pretty noticeable, he wouldn’t want anyone to remember him, nor recognise him.

She quickly slipped inside his car and sat on the passenger seat. Smiling softly at him.

“Ehy.” She said, looking briefly at him. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused by her eyes, that had a hint of sadness in them.

“What happened, kiddo?” He asked, feeling a hint of rage burning in his chest at the idea that she had probably been bullied again. She shook her head as she put on her belt.

“Can I tell you later? I– I just want to go away from here…” She mumbled, her cheeks already getting red from embarrassment. He hesitated a moment, looking at her, unsure if to insist or just drive off.

He sighed and looked away, turning on the engine and driving off.

“I… suppose your day at school was not easy.” He muttered, glancing at her. She was staring outside the window, enjoying her view.

“No, actually not, it wasn’t.” She said softly.

“Tell me what happened.” He didn’t want it to sound so much like a harsh order, but apparently, he just couldn’t help it.

“It just feels strange to tell you in person now…” She tried to switch the main subject. “I’m so used to telling it to you by phone or call, it seems almost… strange in an intimidating way to tell you now in person. “ She explained. Aemond sighed as he nodded, trying to be comprehensive, even if he just wanted her to just tell him what happened. He drove off a bit faster, trying to get home as quickly as he could.

She was wearing one of her usual skirts, white, long to her ankles, and a thigh white shirt, but with a black cardigan over it, some black boots at her feet.

He wanted to put his hand on her thigh, squeeze it, and feel the softness on her skin.

“What do you want for dinner?” He asked then, his eye constantly on the road, he won’t force her to talk now, he will do it in his apartment, when she’ll be more comfortable.

“Whatever you’ll like will be fine.” She smiled softly at him.

“Would you rather order a take out?” He asked then, and he saw with the corner of his eye that she shook her head.

“Oh, no, why? We can cook for ourselves!” She said he could hear the excitement in her voice. “Oh, well, if you… I mean, we can go buy groceries if we need to, or–”

“No, it’s fine, I have everything.” He cut off short. 

“Then we can cook, we can make something basic, quick… I’m already hungry.” She smiled and chuckled. He nodded, his mind picturing them cooking.

Like a couple. 

She would be by his side, chopping some vegetables, he would pass behind her, tease her with some kisses on her neck, pressing her against the counter.

He would press his head against the back of hers, looking down as he pushed his hips against her, letting her feel how hard he was for her. She would whine sweetly, so innocently, as he would start grinding against her, his hands quickly wrapping around her, caressing her belly and going down to– 

“Even pasta is fine.” She said again, leading him out of his thoughts. He cleared his voice as he moved on his seat, adjusting his position, as he felt his cock twitch.

“Pasta it is.” He agreed. She smiled again and went back on looking outside her window, as they approached his building. He parked the car and led her inside to the elevator. He didn’t try to stay too close, nor wanted his doorman to suspect anything, especially, because it would be the first time he saw him get in his apartment with such a girl at such an early hour.

Thankfully, she was too engrossed with the luxurious hall to actually talk to him, so they could pass for almost strangers, but then he led her to the elevator.

“What floor are you on?” She asked curiously, looking at the amount of buttons in the elevator, hovering her finger over them.

“Twenty two.” He said, and let her push it for him.

“It must be quite a view!” She said surprised, turning to look at him. His lips curved in a somewhat smile, as he nodded.

“Yes, it is indeed.” She smiled softly and waited for the elevator doors to open, jumping up and down on her tiptoes, impatient.

Once they got there, they entered his apartment.

“Wow!” She immediately commented. 

His house was quite modern, most of the walls were wide windows that gave a sight of the city, an open space for his living room kitchen and dining room, his bed and bathroom separated by a hallway. His house was modern, luxurious and elegant.

“Do you live here?” She asked as she watched around, mesmerized by the place.

“I do.” He asked, pleased by her reaction. She stopped and looked at him.

“It’s lovely. shall we cook now?”

As they ate, he tried to make her feel as comfortable as he could in his own house. Small chats were not really his thing. Chatting wasn’t his thing, unless it was for business.

“What happened today at school, kiddo? You still haven’t told me.” He asked as they moved from the table to the couch.

“It’s embarrassing.” She admitted as she rubbed her arm and sat on the couch in front of him.

“You’re embarrassed of telling me?” He raised his eyebrow, looking at her. “You can tell me anything” He sat back comfortably against the arm of the couch. He looked at her as she looked down and started playing with her fingers.

“We had a different lesson today at school…” She starts, and he calmly looks at her, letting her take her time to tell him. “We– we had a lesson about sexual education, and–” She took a deep breath, as Aemond felt that hot feeling on his chest again, anger.”Some of my classmates looked at me, laughing quietly, I– I don’t know, exactly why… but…” She paused again, and kept playing with her fingers.

“But?” He asked, leaning forward.

“But I–I think I can guess why? I– I mea, I’m not… really uhm– I have never.. I’m not familiar with… touch.” He felt like chuckling, but he dared not, especially considering the color of his girl’s face at the moment, red as a tomato.

“Touch. Touch like…?” He asked, a bit confused. She quickly shook her head.

“No, I mean, I obviously get touched! I–” She sighed and shyly put her hand on her arm, trying to prove herself. 

“Sexual touch?” He asked then, staring at her hand on his arm. He heard her gasp, and he raised his gaze at her, seeing her so red, he thought she would pass out.

“... yes…” She answered, ashamed.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, you know, kiddo?” He looked at her and gently brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers. “You just need the right man, when you’ll feel ready.”

“I can0t really trust someone now, can I? I– I mean, I would like to… try new things, kiss someone maybe, but… how, how can I find the right person? You’re the only one I trust!” She pressed her hand on her face, and he smiled briefly.

“If you trust me, I can… help you?” He suggested. He knew she would have never thought bad about what he just said, but he had a clear plan in his mind. She looked at him between her fingers, surprised.

“Help… me?” She repeated.Aemond nodded again.

“You said you trust me.” He stated, and she nodded again, taking her hand off her face. “Then trust me now. Come, kiddo.” He sat right on the couch, and widened his legs, indicating her to sit between them. She looked at him for a moment, trying to understand if he really expected her to do it or not, but seeing his seriousness, she slowly stood up, and moved with her back in front of him, looking behind her as she sat on the couch between his legs.

“You can tell me to stop whenever you want to, okay kiddo?” He murmured in her ear from behind. He saw on the back of her neck and shoulders her goosebumps. “Just know… I’m doing this for you.” He put his hand on her shoulders, caressing her softly, letting his fingers trace imaginary lines on her soft skin, enjoying the contact for himself. He went down to her forearms and arms, ending on her hands.

She turned her head to the side to see him, her mouth slightly parted.

“Answer me, kiddo, I need your words.” His voice hoarse, as he intertwined his fingers with hers.

“O–okay…” She nodded as she uncertainty leaned her head back against his shoulder.

“This fine for you?” He asked as he kept brushing her fingers up and down her arms. She nodded again, closing her eyes. He slowly moved his fingers from her hand to her thighs, just caressing her from over the skirt.

He heard her take a deep shaky breath.

“I’m gonna show you how a man should make you feel, kiddo, okay? If he doesn't, you'll leave them.” He ordered in her ear. She looked again at him, her eyebrows furrowed.

“You can trust me, kiddo, I’m just helping you, you know?” He slowly started raising her skirt. “I’m doing you a favor.” He kept repeating, as he lifted her skirt over her thighs, as she kept staring at him.

“Wh– what do you want to do? Aemond– I…” She started breathing heavily, squeezing her thighs together.

“It’s okay, kiddo, just close your eyes, you’ll feel good, I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” He brushed his lips against her ear, and he felt her shiver. He carefully wrapped his arms around her waist to bring her closer to his chest.

He looked down at her thighs, so soft and thick.

He brushed his hands over them, keeping his other arm secure around her waist.

“Relax, kiddo.” He whispered, as he slipped his hand between her thighs, finally.

He could feel his cock twitch in his breeches, begging for attention, touch. He groaned and ignored his urges, concentrating on her.

He slowly opened her legs, so that he could move his hand more freely, she didn’t resist him, she completely trusted him.

She shouldn’t be.

“Do you like this?” He asked as he looked at her face, her eyes closed. She pressed her lips together and nodded, her hands clenched into fists on his thighs.

“I’m going to make you understand why people like to touch each other, okay? Will you let me?” He asked as his fingers briefly brushed against her panties.

White cotton, like boxers for girls.

It was so different from all the other panties he had always seen, lace, lingerie, thong.

He always hated unsexy undergarments, yet, the sight of it only increased her sweet innocence, and turned him on even more.

He pressed his thumb against her clothed bud, making her jump back against him, he tightened his arm around her waist and kept her still.

“Shh, shh it’s okay, you like this, it’s okay.” He groaned as he kept pressing his thumb on her bud, slowly moving it from side to side.

“Aem– It’s strange, I– What…” She mumbled as her breathing only grew heavier.

“Calm down kiddo, enjoy it, you like it.” He kept repeating as he kept moving his thumb on her. She threw her head back on his shoulder again, letting out a strangled whine, her hand opening and grabbing his thigh, digging his fingers on his skin. He smirked as groaned softly.

“You like this, kiddo, just relax.” He moved his hand away, and he played a moment with the band of her panties, slowly moving his fingers beneath it, so she could have the time to stop him.

She didn’t, she didn’t, and there was no way he would have stopped now.

He was going to take what belonged to him.

He traced the line of her slit, as she squirmed a bit, whining.

“It’s okay, kiddo, I got you.” He pressed a kiss on her temple, as he moved his fingers again over her slit, feeling how his fingers were getting wet. He smirked again and kissed the top of her head. He pressed his thumb on her bud, as he kept working one of his fingers over her entrance, just teasing her, despite how much he wanted to slip it in, feeling how tight she was, her untouched walls struggling to accommodate one of his fingers.

“You're ready for more, kiddo? Do you want more, more pleasure?” He whispered in her ear. Ste turned her head and opened her eyes, looking at him with her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes shining due to the tears gathering in them, her breathing growing irregular and heavier.

“Aemond… this is strange…” She whimpers as she squirms again, trying to escape the pressure of his thumb on her pearl.

“You want me to stop?” He asked. “You like this, so why do you want me to stop, mh?” He slipped his finger inside, just half of it, and she moaned loudly, surprised, grabbing his arm with both of her hands, holding onto it for dear life, as she kicked her legs, but his arm wrapped around her waist kept her secure against him.

“Aemond– Oh–” She moaned again as he slowly started to move it in and out, not pushing his finger in completely.

“Lay back, enjoy kiddo.” He pushed her back against his chest, and she bent her head back further, her legs bending and opening wider by themselves.

“Aemond… please, it’s so strange–” She let out a choked moan, arching her back. He smiled at seeing her so out of control for a mere finger, his mind wandering, imagining how she would scream if it would have been his cock instead.

“You do not like it?” He looked closely at him, how her face contorted at every single move of his finger. She shook her head. “Use your words, kiddo, I want to hear it.” He ordered, speeding up the movements of his fingers, pushing it deeper, searing for that sweet spot inside her. When he saw her moan again and tried to close her legs, he knew he had found it. She moaned again out loud, her mouth open as she tried to breathe in.

“Say it, kiddo. Tell me. Do you like this or not?” He placed his other hand on her knee, opening her legs again.

“Aemond…” She whined as she turned her head, pressing it against his chest, as she clenched her hands on his shirt, desperately trying to hide herself.

“Stay with me, kiddo, tell me what you feel.” His hand kept working that spot inside her, as his thumb bruised against her pearl, he felt her walls clenching on his fingers.

“I…” She cried out as she tried to hide her face further in his chest. “It… it feels… good.” She moaned again.

“That’s right, it feels good mh?” He groaned as she squirmed again and her body rubbed against his cock. “Fuck–” He growled, he was hard rock, and despite his cock was yearning attention, e was trying to only concentrate on him, even if it was fucking hard.

“Aemond… it feels really good– but so strange, please… I– I don’t know what’s happening… I feel so tense, ah!” She  started squirming uncontrollably, her face red, and shiny by a soft layer of sweat as her walls spasmed around his finger, as she came in a loud moan. Her breathing fast, irregular, her face relaxed, her body limp, resting completely on his. He moved his fingers for a few more moments, trying to help her riding out her strong orgasm, but he stopped as he saw a hint of discomfort on her face. He slowly pulled his fingers out, as she rested her face on his chest, her eyes closed, he licked his fingers.

Sweet, pure nectar.

“You okay kiddo?” He asked once he had cleaned his fingers completely. She let out a sweet noise, and he smiled, closing her legs and pulling down her skirt, he pulled her to him, her legs over his thigh as she kept her face pressed on his shirt.

“You were beautiful, you know?” He kissed the top of her head, leaning back on the couch.

 He was aware that his excitement was more than evident, and that she could see it, but even feel it against her side, but he did nothing to relieve himself.

Not yet.

Not now.

Maybe in a few minutes?

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Not quite love | CL16

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― Pairing: charles leclerc x friend!reader (she/her) ― Warning: mentions of alcohol and food; friends to lovers; angst; unrequited love; not been proofread yet; 2k words. ― Summary: When you get romantically involved with your best friend you were not expecting a marriage proposal, but simply a commitment. You were sure that what you had wasn’t quite love, though it could be and maybe that’s what hurt the most. The fact that you had everything to be each other’s end game, but turned out to be strangers. 

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You and Charles had everything to be the perfect couple.

To have the perfect story.

A book-worthy one.

You were long-time friends.

Though your family wasn’t very fond of him, his family loved you, and that was enough. Over half of your friends in common hinted about you guys getting together. The dynamic was this good from the outside, and so was the tension whenever you were together. 

You would share desserts, dance with each other, sleep in the same bed after friends get together –nothing sexual ever happened, and maybe that’s the reason why it was so intimate and ground to tension flourish. It was beyond the physical. At least for you. 

It all took a turn when you finally moved to Monaco to study and work.

*****

“Don’t cry, chérrie,” he cooed, lips finding a few droplets of tears and cutting short their path on your cheeks. You turned your head in his direction, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against yours, seeking the solace of it. 

The Monegasque read the way your body leaned in, the way your face felt hotter against his lips, and he lined his breathing with yours giving you enough time to pull back, but you didn’t. In fact, you broke the barrier of space between you two, pressing your lips in a feverish kiss. Charles answered in a second, gripping your waist and bringing you impossibly closer. His tongue was demanding, and his body against yours felt different than the other times. More intimate. 

“Fucking finally,” you could almost hear your friends with their hands up to the heavens, so you chuckled, ultimately breaking the kiss. Charles grinned.

“If I knew this is all it would take for you to smile I would have greeted you with a kiss,” his teasing earned a giggle from you.

*****

[...] At the end of the day Charles would sleep at your place –or you at his– at least once a week. You would still share movie nights like when you were just friends. He would still send you funny TikTok he watched, and you were still telling him about all the books you read. 

Those were things boyfriends and girlfriends did, you knew that, nevertheless, you wanted to believe that he was planning something. Or that maybe he already saw you that way. Maybe he was afraid of the constant travel and the pressure of his career and media. Maybe he was trying to protect you from the fans. 

Charles never voiced any of this. Never sat down to talk about it, and you didn’t ask. Not until you graduated and got a job proposal in America. It wasn’t France, Germany, or Sweden, places you knew would be easier to gravitate to Monaco when the schedule let you. It was oceans apart, but it also felt like an opportunity to compromise, to keep your –hopefully official- relationship going. 

The thing is, life is unpredictable. You can’t guess what someone is feeling or how they will react. Your mom would always tell you that the heart is unknown ground – a place nobody will ever explore in its plenitude. You only get in the rooms the other allows, and even then inside there are tons of places that not even the owners visited. 

To know yourself is hard, and to know the other is even harder.

You didn’t know Charles.

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[darlingsfandom]

Would you write a dark!Tommy (or just mean asshole Tommy) fingering a hesitant innocent!reader in the car after giving her a ride home? Perhaps you can think of the specifics?

You got it my friend 💕

TW: Mean Thomas, boot licking, squirting, swearing, power balance abuse, knife play!

It was the first time, second or even third time that Thomas Shelby had given you a ride back home. He’s been giving you a ride home when you wanted to go back to see your family. You were his live in maid. You weren’t the only maid but you were his favorite. You knew your place, you always addressed him as “Mr.Shelby” or “Sir”, you never talked back, you were the perfect good girl.

You had planned on seeing your family the weekend before but with your brother falling ill and The Shelby’s had a party the night before it didn’t work in your favor, which is why you’re sitting in his car during a down pour making it impossible to even see.

“Ya really couldn’t have waited to see your family until next weekend?” His lips curled into a snarl.

“I’m sorry Mr.Shelby, I did want to see them last weekend but with Daren falling ill, I didn’t want to risk bringing that back here.” Your voice was small as you shrunk the best you could in the seat. Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose before looking at you.

“Did ya even check the weather before we left?”

“I did sir, that’s why I asked you to leaver earlier but you didn’t listen …” you quickly put your hand over your mouth as your eyes went wide: You just talked back to Thomas Shelby! Before you could apologize the back of his hand had met your cheek.

“Are you fucking stupid? Who do you think are you talking to me like that? I could kill you right here right now! “ he gripped you by your chin and yanked you towards him as the sound of the rain pounding on the car echoed outside. “But I won’t.” His eyes were dark with lust and anger making you swallow the lump in your throat because you knew he was right, he could kill you! He could change his mind. He shoved you back in your seat before searching his pocket.

Your heart was about to burst out of your chest. Thomas sat there searching. You had the chance to run, yes the weather held you back or say you’re blaming that but part of you knew it would be worse to run. Thomas pulled out his pocket knife and smirked as he pointed it at you. “You’re going to learn your place.” He leaned over and dragged the cold metal against your collar bone making you shiver.

“Yes… Mr.Shelby.” You gulped before he pointed the knife at the back seat.

“Go on, get back there.” He lashed out before you did as told. You were quickly sat in the back seat with your hands in your lap as he double checked that the car was in park before climbing in the back with you. His closeness felt like he was right on top of you making you cry softly.

“Why are you crying?” His voice seemed sweet yet you knew better than to fall for that.

“Please Mr. Shelby.. I don’t want to die!” You cried out and his hand met your face again making you stop from the shock.

“How can a pretty thing like you be so stupid?! Answer me that? Hmm, I’m not going to kill you. I’ve told you that.” He reached up and gripped your hair giving it a hard yank and pulled you down. “Lick my boot!”

“What?” You babbled out.

“You need to show me how sorry you are! Luck my fucking boot! Or are you too stupid to follow simple tasks ?” He arched his foot upwards to you as you sniffled. You looked up at him with softened eyes as your tongue ran slowly over the salty leather. A soft whimper left your lips as Thomas watched you while keeping the knife pointed at you.

“See I knew you could be a good girl like you usually are. Keep licking my expensive boot!” He chuckled at you as you desperately licked the leather. He watched in lustful amazement as you obeyed him. You could feel your wetness pooling in your panties even though it was degrading you enjoyed it .

“Get back up here.” His hand wrapped into your hair and yanked your head back while you got back onto the seat. His lips were curved into an evil smirk as his hand rested on your thigh. Both of you sat quietly until he grabbed your leg and put it on his lap to spread you open. He hiked up the bottom of your dress until it was bunched up around your waits exposing the wet spot on your white panties to him.

“Look at that. Did licking my boot really turn you on? Or are you dumb little girl who gets off being ordered around by powerful men? Hmm is that what it is?” Thomas ran the knife along your plushy thighs making your breath hitch. He watched how you reacted as the knife ran up and down your soft skin until he pulled on the side of your panties and cut them off in a snap! You gasped as the cool air blew on your wet cunt.

“Look at you.” He held your panties in his hand before shoving them in your mouth. “Not a word out of you.” His fingers ran over your folds slowly at first. You held back every moan in your body.

Thomas moved closer and slid his index finger all the way into you. You wiggled below him trying to push him away until you felt the sharp sting on the knife on your inner thigh making you cry out against the fabric in your mouth.

“This tight little cunt is MINE!” He snarled at you. “And I’ll do with it as I please.” You couldn’t disobey again. The blood trickled down your thighs as he worked his index finger inside of you making you cry softly.

“It’s such nice little cunt too! Can’t lie to you sweetie, thought about fucking you a lot.” You knew it was wrong to get more aroused as he fingered you. He’s your boss! He could kill you, he already cut you what could he do now? You had to let your body give in and you did. Thomas slid another finger in you making you whine which was music to his ears.

“Good girl! There’s my good girl. So obedient. Taking my fingers like a good whore! Nicest fucking pussy for a whore.” He kissed along your ear and jaw line while twisting his fingers inside of you. He watched how your face scrunched together while he fingered your cunt harder.

You looked at him with pleading eyes. He felt bad for a split second then continued to finger you. Thomas pulled your panties out of your mouth and shoved them into his pocket as fast as he could. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“Mr.. Shelby !! I… it feels good! Fuck !” You whined loudly as he shoved his fingers deep inside so his palm cuffed the top of your pussy and fingered you as hard as he possibly could. “Oh my god ! Mr. Shelby stop! Stop please!”

“Now why would I stop when you’re being such a good whore for me!”

“No please! It will be messy!” You pleaded but that only inflated his ego. He worked his fingers as fast as he could until you couldn’t hold back and gushed all over the back of his seat.

“MR.SHELBY!” You cried out as your squirt covered your thighs, his hand, the back seat of his car and a bit on his trousers.

“What a dirty whore!” He smirked at you as he pulled his fingers back and licked them clean. You laid there quietly catching your breath as he put your leg back and pulled down your dress.

“Change of plans, you’re coming back home with me this weekend. Don’t argue with me or you’ll have more than just that cut, got it?” He forced you to look into his eyes and you nodded as he kissed your head.

“I knew you were a good girl. Now clean up your mess.” He pointed to his trousers and pulled you back down by your hair. You knew he could be rough, never this rough but part of you craved more than just his fingers .

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So there’s this manhwa called Match Made in Bed (no happy ending for the main couple I’m afraid but the premise is very dreamling-coded) where basically this woman is recently dumped because of how stiff she is during sex so her friends decide to hire some hosts to cheer her up. Among the hosts is this one guy who’s actually a swim instructor doing a favor for his friend but he’s actually really reserved and haughty (sound familiar?) and kind of looks down on the whole practice of escorting. Eventually the woman gets hammered and he ends up taking her to a hotel room where she entices him into sleeping with her to prove she can be a good lay and surprise surprise, their sexual compatibility is off the charts and they have sex nine times. But afterwards they don’t know how to move forward because she can’t imagine dating a host (even tho he’s not) and he can’t stand rich women who go around flaunting their money and hiring escorts (she was lying about her job as a stewardess too). But at the same time, they can’t keep their hands off each other. And so, shenanigans and misunderstandings ensue. I can totally imagine Hob and Dream in this scenario where they keep saying tonight will be the last night but then in a turn of events they keep running into each other like it’s fate, like Hob unknowingly signing up for Dream’s swim class, and who can resist a good fuck? Hob has literally never met someone who can make him cum so many times before and Dream has never had so many wet dreams. And it’s good for both of them. They’re both getting better sleep and relieving so much stress. I imagine eventually one of them will get their act together and come clean about their true job so they can finally be happy and fuck without anything holding them back.

I am now extremely obsessed with the concept of host!Dream. Or how about, Desire is actually the host, but for some reason they've persuaded Dream to fill in for them! Probably so they can have a vacation, lol. Anyway: host!Dream.

Hob is super intimidated by the gorgeous hosts that Jo organised for him, and he ends up drinking waaayy too much. He's pretty sure that the gorgeous guy with the blue eyes is actually disgusted by him (Dream is just struggling to keep smiling for hours and hours 😭) and it makes Hob feel so discouraged. When the pretty guy escorts him to the hotel room, Hob doesn't even mean to seduce him - he literally stumbled and fell into Dream’s arms. The kiss that followed just felt natural. And after that... Well. Hob usually hates drunk sex but with Dream, he feels... incredible. He doesn't even feel intoxicated. He just feels like he's floating, encased in a shroud of total pleasure.

Dream doesn't even know why he slept with the sad drunk guy, but. Even he has to admit that it was amazing. Hob might be awkward and dumb, but his body is everything Dream has ever wanted. He can hardly believe that it wasn't all just an amazing fantasy, but sure enough he wakes up with Hob the next day. And Dream IMMEDIATELY leaves. He doesn't like rich finance guys (Hob lied about his job, he's actually a teacher) and it's not like this host gig is even HIS job.

Hob wakes up alone, feeling physically amazing but emotionally devastated. Even though he's probably too jealous to handle dating a host, he can't help wishing that Dream stayed. At least for a morning blow job...

Of course the universe brings them right back together. Hob promised that he would finally learn to swim this year; Dream turns out to be his instructor. They fuck down in the shallow end of the pool after Hob learns to float (who needs to swim when you can cling onto a sexy man while he fucks you?), Dream shows up to pick his nephew up from school and runs in to Hob as he comes out from teaching a class. They don't have time to do anything but make out messily in a supply cupboard, but it's still incredible...

They still refuse to talk about their obvious perfect physical compatability. Hob still believes that Dream isn't really into him. Dream still can't pluck up the courage to actually speak to him. Every other week they end up in some kind of compromising position - Dream has memorised all the little scars on Hob’s body, and he's kissed every single one of them. Hob can't get off by himself anymore, not without Dream inside him.

The only consolation: Desire is back from vacation, soon. If anyone can get the idiots together, they can. But Desire isn't always inclined to be helpful... and they might just make everything worse!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[melanieph321]

Dominik Szoboszlai x Black Reader - Not Enough Part 5/6

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Summary - Reader is excited to meet Dominik's parents but is shocked to find out that they are very prejudiced and do not approve of her.

Enjoy!

Székesfehérvár wasn't as bad as you initally thought. It was nice spending time with Dominik and his family in the little community he called home. Seeing how happy he was simply melted your heart. You spent the afternoon attending his little brother's football game, cheering him on. Dominik cheered the loudest as he was so proud to see Benedek play football again. The passion for the game definitely ran in the family, with Dominik's parents insisting that all of you celebrate the match win with a nice dinner at a lovely restaurant in town.

"Mikor jön Laura?" (When is Laura coming?)

"Bármelyik percben anya." (Any minute mom.)

Although you enjoyed spending time with them it was really hard to connect with Dominik's parents. The language barrier was simply too braud, and having Dominik act as a translator only reminded you of how braud the barrier actually was.

You felt left out, simply put. You sat at the dinner table struggling to keep up with the rapid-fire conversation around you. A fucking waste of Dualingo streaks, you thought.

"Hey?" Dominik squeezed your hand under the table, having caught your drifting gaze. "You good?"

"Sure, I'm fine." You smiled, a fake smile. However, you found comfort in the way Dominik kept caressing your hand under the table. It made you look forward to tonight, when he would sneak into your room again, like a horny teenager.

Dinner went on. Just as you were about to excuze yourself and head to the ladies restroom, Dominik's family shot up to their feet when a young woman approched your table.

"Laura!" They exclaimed.

You looked to Dominik who chuckled at your visible confusion. "It's my sister, Laura."

Like her brother's, Laura's hair was yet black and her eyes brown but bright. Her height also surpassed everyone in her family as she took turns embracing them.

"Nikki!" She exclaimed. "My baby brother is home!" They hugged each other tightly. "And you brought someone." She gasped at the sight of you. "A special someone?"

"Yes, Laura. Please meet my girlfriend, Y/N."

"I knew it!" His sister smiled. "I knew it since our last phone call. You must be Y/N, the singer."

"The what now?"

Not to mention that Dominik's sister was gorgeous, she spoke perfect English as well. Heat rose to your face just shaking her hand.

"The singer!" She nodded. "I was in a call with my brother not too long ago, when I heard a lovely voice singing in the background. When I asked Nikki who it was he refused to tell me, rushing to hang up the phone."

"You did?" You turned to Dominik, a bit taken aback by the fact.

"I did not!" He defended.

"Don't lie Nikki. How come you've never introduced me to Y/N before?"

A really good question. You stared Dominik down in the same way his sister did.

"Well, because..." He stammered.

"Yes?"

He struggled to find an answer and settle with saying, "later is better than never, no?"

"Men." Laura sighed and pulled out a chair to sit beside you. Dinner resumed with Dominik's family going at it again, speaking Hungarian, the words going over your head. Laura must have notice that you were struggling because she too squeezed your hand under the table and leaned over to whispered in your ear. "Don't worry, I'll translate everything for you," she said with a smile.

A wave of relief washed over you once you realized that you had found a friend in Laura. With her help, you could fully participate in the conversation around the table, for once feeling apart of Dominik's family.

However there was one incident....

Aftet dinner as you and Dominik's family left the restaurant, you wandered onto the street, stumbling on your high heels. You reached for Dominik's arm to support you, however he flinched at your touch, causing you to hit the ground and bruise your knees.

"Oh, my God Y/N, are you alright?"

Dominik's sister was the first one to come to your aid, not Dominik, nor his family for that matter.

"Ügyetlen lány." (Clumsy girl.) His mother muttered, looking down on you like a piece of trash along the gutter.

That night you lay awake, waiting for Dominik to come to your room, but for some reason he never came. You wanted to speak to him about his strange behavior towards you, not to mention his mother's shady comment. It was unfortunate that this had been the only time during your visit that you were able to interpret her thick accent. What else could she have been saying about you?

Not able to wait until morning, you got up and left you room. You walked down the dark hall on your way to see Dominik when hushed voices made you pause mid step.

"Are you crazy?" The voice of Laura hissed. "She doesn't deserve this Dominik and you know that."

"I know, I know, but anya and apa will...."

"For God's sake, they won't disown you for being in love Nikki. Even I know that you don't choose who you fall in love with. Have some faith that so will mom and dad."

The voices were coming from downstairs. You stood on the top step of the staircase, fighting back tears. Dominik's next words didn't make feel better either.

"Forget it Laura. I'm not gonna rebel against them like you've done. Mom and dad deserves to be shown some respect for all they've done for us."

"And Y/N, doesn't? Dominik they think she's your personal assistant for God's sake."

You stumbled. A loud thud echoed throughout the quiet house. The voices downstairs fell silent for a moment.

"Benedek?"

You slapped a hand against your mouth, slowly backing away. However, shadows emerged from below.

"Benedek, you shouldn't be up this late, mom and dad will..."

Laura's eyes widened at the sight of you, crouch down on the top of the staircase. "Y/N.....you're awake?"

Dominik appeared behind her, equally surprised to see you, shimmering tears in your eyes.

"Y/N, please let me..."

You shook your head. "Don't."

"Please Y/N, let me..."

"I said DON'T!"

Dominik made the effort to climb the stairs but fell back two steps as you held out a trembling hand.

"I'm going upstairs to pack my bags." You said, voice trembling. "I'm taking the car and I'm going back to get the rest of my things in Budapest."

"Y/N please, you can't..."

"No Dominik, you can't....be serious right now. All this time you've lied to me and to your parents."

"Y/N, perhaps if we could all sleep on it...."

"Laura please." You said, feeling for his sister need to defended her brother. "I'm leaving. Tonight. " You stood, peering down on Dominik. "Without you."

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the man

pairing: pierre gasly x doctor! reader

summary: after taking over the clinic y/n meets a cute patient, or in which pierre meets a cute doctor

warning: injury

a/n: i might make a pt 2

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When Y/N and her best friend arrived at the beach, they set up their gear close to a volleyball game. The smell of the ocean brought a sense of calm that Y/N hadn't felt in a while. Although she loved being a doctor, it could be very stressful at times. Her eyes focused on watching the waves, the dark blue that seemed so inviting. Her gaze drifted over to the group of men playing volleyball. They were all very attractive, but one caught her eye in particular.

"You should ask for his number," her best friend whispered, nudging her shoulder. A blush crept up Y/N's cheeks at being caught.

"No, we're here to relax."

"No better way to relax than to flirt with a hot man," her best friend said, shrugging her shoulders. Y/N just chuckled, shaking her head as her eyes drifted over to the group once more. This time, he seemed to catch her stare. She felt her cheeks flush but kept eye contact with him until he got pulled back into the game.

Y/N got up, brushing the sand off as she reached into the cooler she had brought. "Water?" she asked her best friend, but she just shook her head, gesturing to the beer bottle she was holding. Y/N grabbed a water bottle and some of the fruit she had brought before sitting back down, opting to read the book she had brought, her eyes occasionally flickering to the loud group of men.

The group caught her attention when they seemed to give up on volleyball, with a smaller group of them opting to go surfing. Her best friend nudged her, but Y/N ignored her, looking back down at the book she was reading.

A while later, loud shouts caught Y/N's attention. She looked up and saw the group pulling one of their friends out of the water. Shit!

Her best friend nudged her again. "Y/N, go help," she said, tension and worry in her voice.

"Yeah- Yeah, okay," Y/N said, her voice slightly shaking.

She sprinted over to the group. "What happened?" she asked, her eyes focused on the man who she now realized was the attractive one she had been eyeing earlier. She looked up at the man standing closest to her. "Well?"

"Um, not sure, I think he might've hit his head on a surfboard or something," the man said. Y/N could hear a thick accent in his voice, but she was too focused on the injured man to decipher it.

"Okay, okay, shit, where are the lifeguards?" Y/N looked up and around, but the sun had begun to set, and the lifeguards had packed up. She could feel her brain going a million miles an hour, thrown off by the unexpected situation.

The men seemed annoyed, not understanding what she was doing. "Focus, Y/N," her best friend said.

Y/N looked up at her. "Can you get a towel? There should be an emergency first aid kit in my bag." She then turned to the men, the whole group having moved closer. "Can you put him down gently over there, please?"

"I'm sorry, but who the hell are you?" one of them asked.

"I'm a doctor. Just listen to me, okay?" she snapped, her brain suddenly switching on. Her best friend came back, handing her the towel and kit.

Y/N folded the towel and slipped it underneath the barely conscious man's head. "Can you hold his head, please? It's important that he doesn't move too much to protect his spine." She then slipped off her t-shirt and pressed it gently against the wound, trying to minimize the bleeding. She checked his airways to make sure he was breathing properly and that there wasn't anything obstructing his breath. "Can someone keep holding this against his head?"

She went through the kit and grabbed what she needed. "Okay, the bleeding should have slowed down now. I need to clean it, so can you take that off gently?" Once the shirt was peeled back, she gently wiped the wound. "The wound isn't too deep; it should be fine," she noted, more to herself. She then grabbed a gauze pad and placed it against the wound. "Hold this," she said, grabbing the medical tape and securing the gauze with it. The boy was now more awake and aware of his surroundings.

"Does anything else hurt?" she asked the boy, looking down at him. He tried to shake his head, but she quickly stopped him. "Be careful, you might still be concussed," she said. She looked up at the group, who were watching her curiously. "Does anyone know when the ambulance will get here?" she asked.

"Oh shit, forgot to call them," one of them said, a thick Australian accent creeping out. She sighed exasperatedly. "Don't bother now, an ambulance will take too long." Her eyes flickered over to her best friend, who was looking at her expectantly. She sighed.

"Come with me, you still need proper medical care, not just a makeshift gauze," she said, talking to the boy who had first spoken to her. He raised a brow, and she sighed. "Look, I'd rather be relaxing and celebrating than whatever the hell we're doing right now, but your friend needs proper medical care, and I can't do that on the beach, okay?"

Y/N ended up taking the men—who she had found out were named Charles and Pierre—to the clinic in her car while the rest drove in their own. Her best friend couldn't come as she had to work.

"How old are you?" an unfamiliar voice spoke up from the backseat of her jeep. Y/N's eyes flickered up to make eye contact with the injured man. "Hmm?"

"How old are you?" the man repeated.

"Twenty-six," she replied. His brows furrowed in confusion. "You aren't even old enough to graduate med school."

"Special case," she said firmly. He picked up the hint that she no longer wanted to talk about it.

Soon they arrived in front of the clinic. "You two stay here, I'll grab a nurse to help get you inside. I'm not having you walking," she said firmly, about to head in before becoming extremely conscious of the fact that she was only in her bikini. "Here." The boy groaned, passing her a shirt with a logo on it. She smiled softly, muttering a small thanks before heading inside.

"Doctor Y/Ln, what are you doing here?" the receptionist asked, noting her attire. "No time, could you grab a wheelchair, please?" The nurse quickly picked up on the seriousness in her voice and hurried around to where Y/N was. Y/N led her outside to the car.

"Sit down," she said, gesturing to the wheelchair. The boy groaned. "You can't be serious."

"Now," she said firmly. He put his hands up in mock surrender and got into the wheelchair. The group of four then made their way into the clinic.

Everyone looked over at them, and nurses began whispering to each other, which Y/N brushed off. "Greta, can you take them to a spare room while I go get changed?"

Y/N headed back out once she had changed, still picking up on the glances thrown her way. She entered the patient room, tying her hair up. The two men looked up at her as she entered, Pierre's gaze lingering slightly longer, an unusual feeling rising in his chest. "Okay, Charles, I'm gonna get you to fill this form out while I check on our patient here." She passed him the clipboard and then instructed Pierre to sit on the patient bed.

"So, how did you become a doctor?" He sent her a look before focusing back on the bandage on his head. "What? It's a valid question. Okay, when did you become a doctor?" She sighed, knowing that he would continue to press for answers.

"I got my Doctor of Medicine nearly ten years ago, and I've been working here ever since." Pierre's brows furrowed in confusion.

"You must've been-"

"Sixteen? Yeah."

"That means you would've graduated at-"

"Eleven? Also yes," she said, checking for signs of a concussion. Pierre just looked at her in wonder.

"How?"

"Child prodigies do actually happen," she said, taking off his bandage.

They talked for a while longer, mainly Pierre asking her questions and her deflecting or straight-up ignoring him. "So, do you-"

"Done," she remarked, pulling away from him suddenly. Right before he was about to say something, a knock cut him off, Charles jumping from his spot where he had fallen asleep.

"Chief, sorry, I know you're busy, but can I get you to sign off the papers for the Anderson file?" Pierre's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Yeah, can you just put them down, and I'll have them for you tomorrow," she said, grabbing Pierre's file from the bench.

"So, Chief?" he asked once the nurse had left.

She smiled slightly, turning around to face him. "I guess I never introduced myself. Y/N Y/Ln, Chief of Medicine."

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a/n: a bit short but ill probably make a pt 2 guys. idk if this is good.

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I FINALLY FINISHED ITT LETS GOOO

(to anyone who wanna read it on ao3 instead! ><)

not-actually-so-funfact; my computer started to burn in the middle of the translation :D (im brazilian so i write my fics in brazilian before translating them to english- xd)

anyways!! hope u enjoy the read just as much as I did while writing it! <3

- , "Ruined. All Ruined."

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Rated T mainly because of the swears , Angst , Hurt No Comfort , Angst and Feels , Self-Esteem Issues , Self-Hatred , self-depreciation , Self-Destruction , Crying , Green Needs a Hug (Animation vs. Animator) , Neurodivergent Color Gang (Animation vs. Animator) , Hurt/Comfort , Emotional Hurt , Emotional , Hurt/Comfort , Comfort , Minecraft Mechanics , Additional Warnings In Author's Note , Author Is Sleep Deprived , author is projecting , I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping , i am my own beta reader , excuse me for any errors i am not a very good beta reader

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Ruined.

All ruined.

   Green sat on his bed, the tie tied carefully around his neck crumpling from the tightness of his knees being hugged close to his chest. A crumpled tie was certainly not something he would take lightly, and he would quickly fix his posture so he could tidy it up and leave it the way it was before, perfect as it should be. But- honestly? Green felt no motivation to do so right now.

   He doesn't understand what he did wrong. Did he prepare too much? Did he create a lot of expectations? Did he let his anger and arrogance get the best of him again?

   Everything seemed perfect, everything was perfect, but then that silverfish suddenly emerged and, in the blink of an eye, everything around him seemed to be shattering; All the months of planning and preparation and so, so many songs he wrote and scratched because none of them felt perfect enough felt like they had been stepped on, crushed and thrown into lava, slowly burning right before his eyes.

   Is not fair. None of this was fair. He worked so hard to get to this moment, to improve his musical skills and impress an entire audience with his music, his passion. His friends, friendly acquaintances - everyone he knew was there - even Orange was there! They were all there for the concert, for the performance, for him.

   He felt like he was on cloud nine, happily boasting about the praise and applause floating around him like birthday confetti, roses being thrown at him as a sign of love and admiration - His friends and family were congratulating him and looking at him with so much admiration and love and affection for his amazing and so well-planned, so well-done, so perfect performance.

   He felt so adored, like the celebrities he saw on YouTube, being praised and complimented and talked about by many, many people, with so much admiration and adoration in their voices when talking about them. He felt so envied, as if several people adored him so much that they wanted to have his talents, they wanted to be him. He felt so loved, friends and family being so proud of him that he felt himself laughing happily, smiling so big that his cheeks hurt.

   ...Then a silverfish rised onto the stage, stepped on his noteblock, and the adoring, gazing eyes of the crowd - of his friends - were on the mob, and suddenly it seemed like it wasn't his concert anymore, but rather a random silverfish who just invaded the stage and stole his place, his audience, his moment.

   Green clenched his fists, bringing his knees even closer and crumpling his tie even more; Is not fair. None of this is fucking fair. He worked so hard for this, he worked so long for this, and now it's all ruined. Everything is ruined.

   The audience applauded and the show was a success, but the silverfish was the one in the spotlight; It was what was being boasted about, congratulated, adored, happily applauded for its' incredible performances.

   Meanwhile, Green was collapsing in pain in the middle of the stage and suffering from a horrible concussion.

   He felt humiliated, awfully humiliated. Shame, disappointment, and anger flooded his entire being, and the moment he woke up in his room, in his bed, with an ice pack on his head and a potions kit right on his desk, the only thing he did was have a staring contest with the ceiling with hazy eyes, his mind was a complete fog as he felt himself swinging his leg from side to side, jiggling it repeatedly distractedly.

   They cheered, the audience cheered, his friends cheered, but none of the cheers and joyful whistles were directed at him, as if the show had never even belonged to him in the first place.

   Green clenched his fists so tightly that he felt the faintest hint of blood coming from his palms, tears stinging his eyes distressingly, falling and spilling and wetting the mattress like rainfalls.

   Small bubbles appeared in his throat and made him let out soft sobs while small melodic notes came out of his mouth, making unbearably unpleasant and hostile noises, seeming as if a million instruments were being played at the same time, forming a loud and unpleasant noise for the ears. Fortunately the canorous notes that came out were small and therefore you wouldn't be able to hear them properly if you weren't close enough to his face.

   He felt so pathetic, so ridiculous. It wasn't even that bad; Everyone in the audience loved and genuinely enjoyed the show, his friends even formed a band and Orange finally played the electric guitar he had after years of not even touching it! So why was he so sad? Why did he feel like his entire world had just collapsed? Why did he feel so angry at the silverfish that only wanted to play with him?

   Because he was so selfish. So selfish and arrogant the little musician.

   He wanted to pull his head off, his stupid head with a stupid brain that only knew how to think about itself - He wanted to find that stupid silverfish and sink the tip of the diamond sword at its' stomach, jab it and stab it and all over again until all that was left of the mindless mob were little white clouds signaling its permanent death.

   He wanted to punch himself, spank himself - He wanted to be vengeful, he wanted to scream - He was so angry at himself, so angry at the silverfish, so angry at his brain, so angry at his feelings, so angry at his friends who didn't even try to help him get the silverfish off the stage and bring everyone's attention back to him, so angry at the world that was never merciful to him, hurting him again and again and again and again and again and again like a fucking punching bag.

   He wanted to isolate himself from everything and everyone to show the world how fucking angry and tired he is right now. He wanted his friends to invade his room to shower him with love and affection, hugs and apologies and promises that they would take better care of him, that they would never try to hurt him again, that they would never let the world hurt him again.

   He wants the world to burn, he wants the world to hold him like a baby.

   He's so selfish. Selfish and arrogant little adorable musician.

   His mind was a fog full of thoughts as his emotions took control, his body swayed slightly from side to side like a mantra, all of this making his brain unable to register the sound of footsteps approaching his position on the bed or even extra weight being added to the green mattress.

   Green jumped when he felt a hand holding his arm gently, rocking his body serenely and distracting his mind from thoughts for a few brief moments. He still didn't take his face off his knees, but he didn't take the hand off his arm either.

   Faint sobs and small musical notes echoed through the spacious house, the fog of dark thoughts in his mind gradually fading until all that was left were just faint sobs and dry tears gracing his face, a few tears still running down his chin towards the bed, small drops of water, some already old, wetting the mattress.

   He didn't register and didn't want to register how long it had been since he and the familiar but currently unknown stickfigure had been sitting on the bed. The stickfigure just rocked him calmly and slowly, distracting him from his thoughts that only got darker and darker, while also giving him time to calm down at his own pace, which Green deeply appreciates.

   Eventually, his breathing seemed to have finally eased and he opened his eyes, raising his head slowly and groggily, somewhat destabilized after the horrible mental breakdown he had just had.

   Yellow's composed and slightly worried face greeted him, the gentle movement of his head cooled off the nervous spasms he felt in his body after his brain had correctly registered the pathetic and disappointing scene he had just made, right in front of one of the last people he wanted for to see him in this state.

   Yellow remained quiet, his hand still on Green's arm as he continued to rock him gently, his movements filled with nothing but pure affection and concern for him. For Green.

   Green raised his head groggily, feeling light bubbles rising in his throat again and a new spiral of crying emerging before he pushed it back by force, several carefully chosen words in his head ready to start a conversation and break the suffocating silence, even though none of them had any actual desire to actually produce real sounds.

   He coughed, a hoarse, noisy wet cough, taking a deep breath - with some difficulty - before merely forcing a sound out of his throat, words in his mind all jumbled together - he just wanted to break the silence, a silence so quiet and still and suffocating.

   - W.. what." His voice was hoarse from crying and small musical notes were muddled with the words, making the words that came out of his mouth a confusing cacophony of sounds and verbs without a correct direction.

   Yellow patted his free hand on his knee nervously, whispering softly; - I just wanted to check up on you."

   Green no longer felt any motivation to actually form words and say them out loud, so he just shook his head sharply and pushed Yellow's hand away from his arm, a small musical note faintly leaving his mouth; a twisted, angry, broken sound.

   Go away.

   Yellow quickly understood the message the older one wanted to convey and tapped his hand on his knee nervously again, a slight, almost imperceptible movement of his shoulders lowering in defeat before he stood up and walked to the door, his steps light, but steady, echoing in the now empty space; where a single green stickfigure sat on his own bed of the same color, hugging and consoling himself from the world that only knew how to hurt. The only sounds that could be heard were his own whimpers and small melodic notes that the form curled up like a ball of the arrogant little musician emanated.

   It's so quiet. The world seemed so much lonelier and more dangerous when it was quiet.

   It's just him, and the world that hates him.

.

.

.

.

   At some point in his breakdown; round two(2), Green fell asleep; spilled tears still dripping onto the mattress while light, dry remnants clung to his cheeks. Honestly, Green isn't sure if he actually fell asleep, all he remembers is that his perception of his surroundings was momentarily desensitized and he found himself lying in his bed, a pair of hands on his shoulder shaking him with enthusiasm to side to side, presumably being the reason why his brain seemed to have regained awareness of his surroundings when he felt a sudden and unexpected physical contact stirring him impatiently.

   Red's excited and unbearably happy face was what greeted him this time, determination and enthusiasm adorning his movements as he continued to shake him the way he normally would when he had done something cool and desperately wanted to show to someone.

   Noticing the slight movement of Green's head moving towards him, Red let go of the shorter stick's right shoulder and jumped back, his arms bobbing up and down happily before grabbing Green's hands and pulling him in a way so that he was now sitting on the bed, relinquishing him and quickly rushing to the door, giving him one last look (still jumping up and down and waving his arms happily) before jumping out of the house, his steps happy and hurried resonating even outside the household.

   Green just stared at the door now open to him, not moving a single inch to follow Red to wherever the latter wanted to show him, an internal debate in his head with the decisions he could make.

   Getting out of bed, let alone walking to the door, seemed like a challenge. His body had little to no motivation to exercise and his head was still a fog that momentarily distracted him from his surroundings. He really didn't want to get up.

   But there would be no more silence if he did. The world would no longer seem so dangerous and immense for him if he went outside.

. . .

   Green sighed, staring at the floor for several long moments before merely forcing his body to stand, stumbling a bit in disorientation after sitting for so long, before practically dragging himself to the door, his slow, sloppy steps echoing through the silent residence.

   The entire time he walked towards the open door, Green stared at the ground, absentmindedly counting the pixel particles of the blocks he passed in his mind.

   He really had no desire to do anything... But the silence he was in was too suffocating and oppressive for him to bear.

   As he walked, Green quickly noticed that the light gradually dimmed with each new block, getting darker and darker until he couldn't even see the color of the staircase.

   Green took his eyes off the floor and raised his head, noticing how the computer's lighting seemed to have suddenly faded, enveloping both him and the programs and the PC's characteristic background in immense darkness - Much like when he himself removed the brightness of the computer to blast his latest music at that time.

   Green straightened up, feeling goosebumps all over his body as he took his cell phone out of his pocket and turned on the flashlight, quickly taking out his diamond sword from his inventory and holding it tightly, keeping his guard up for any possible mobs or whatever it was that could suddenly jump on him.

   He slowly descended the steps, his steps light and careful as he illuminated the darkness around him and kept his ears open for any sign of movement or noise.

   He wonders where his friends are...

   Suddenly, red and orange and yellow and green and blue lights illuminated the computer and momentarily blinded him, causing him to stagger back in fright and throw his sword and cell phone into the air before quickly grabbing the sword in alarm, pointing the tip. sharp towards the light source as he vaguely registered the sound of his cell phone falling to the ground with the flashlight still on.

   A stage - his stage - his concert stage - greeted him back, colorful lights enthusiastically illuminating the center of the stage, where stood his dearest friends that he had known for as long as he could remember.

   Friends who also just watched as his concert was ruined by a fucking silverfish.

   Green shook his head sharply to dispel that thought, slowly lowering his sword as he quickly settled down, no longer feeling the impending danger scratching the back of his neck, though that also didn't mean his irritation had disappeared.

   He simply stared at the four(4) stickfigures on the stage, irritation was obvious in his movements as he gave them the silent treatment.

   Blue clasped his hands together nervously, Red dragged his feet on the floor without looking at him while Orange shifted uncomfortably; The only one who seemed more balanced and stressless of all was Yellow, although Green could detect a slight touch of nervousness in the movement of his shoulders.

   None of them said or made any movement as an indication that they were going to break the silence, Green just stared at them demanding an explanation while the others just moved and looked at each other nervously.

   Blue turned to Red, grabbing his shoulder before pushing him forward. Red stumbled before immediately shaking his head roughly and pushing Blue forward, to which Blue grabbing Orange's hand and pulling the shortest one in front of him, pushing him nervously to be in Green's gaze. Orange looked back and forth between Blue, Red and then Green, staring at the ground while rubbing his arms nervously, before finally taking a single step forward before Yellow suddenly stopped him by grabbing his shoulder and pointing at himself, to which the youngest nodded in thanks and quickly went to Red's side.

   Yellow took a deep breath, only taking three steps forward before finally breaking the silence, his voice a soft whisper with varying degrees of guilt and apologetic tone emanating from it.

   - We're sorry."

   Green bounced in surprise, confusion adorning his movements.

   At the sound of Yellow's voice, the other three(3) seemed to find courage and quickly echoed their own apologies with equal degrees of guilt and apologetic tones, a cacophony of voices over one another as they made several sudden and clumsy movements.

   - We had fun but you didn't have fun and that wasn't- It wasn't what- It was not cool. Nothing cool."

   - We're really, really sorry- The show was horrible- It was horrible to you- It was scary, wasn't it? It was terrifying... We laughed but- And- We didn't even think how hurt would you be..."

   - We didn't try to help you when you needed it most, and we completely understand if you- How angry you might- How angry you are and we won't force you to forgive us or anything-"

   Sincere. Genuine. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Don't forgive us. You don't need to forgive us. We are really sorry. We will take better care of you.

   Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry-

   - So we thought about- Ah. To repair. Give you the concert you truly deserve."

The firm tone emanating from Yellow's voice quickly interrupted the fog that was beginning to form in Green's head, turning his head towards him to realize that the taller one had raised his hand and stopped everyone from continuing with the cacophony of voices. Of I'm sorrys. Of apologies-

   Oh wait.

   Oh. Oh.

   The stage was for him?

   - I know nothing will fix the damage that silverfish caused- The damage we didn't even try to cease- But." Yellow paused, clasping his hands and fidgeting nervously in his seat before taking a deep breath and continuing; - That's- The concert really mattered to you, so. We wanted to- Give you a chance to- A second chance to. Show to the world-

   - The world being us."

   Yellow elbowed Red. - Your performance. And just your performance only. No silverfish to take your place."

   The stage was practically the same as the show, although it was significantly reduced to fit the computer and not cover the entire space to the point of being almost claustrophobic.

   The instruments from before - from the villagers who agreed to help him with the concert - were not there, just the blocks and noteblocks that had been used previously in the concert. On his concert.

   It was his show. It is his show.

   The stage is his. The performance is his. The audience is his.

   Green just stared at the stage, then at the instruments, then at his friends.

   Millions of emotions flowed like musical notes, the fog in his head forming like fluffy, adorable clouds, and suddenly he felt an immense urge to jump and bounce and play and scream and stim and-

   A single musical note, so small and confused and twisted and broken - yet joyful and hopeful and excited and free - floated from his mouth, the harp-like sound echoing so low that Green is sure none of them would have heard it if the room was not in a complete silent.

   For me?

   Yellow tilted his head gently, Blue touched his hands like he always does when he's excited, while Orange nodded and Red happily waved his arms up and down, encouragingly signaling the older one to come on stage.

   For you.

   Green timidly walked to the stage, Blue and Red quickly helped him by grabbing his hands and pulling him up, Orange walked towards him and gently pushed him to the center where the noteblocks were carefully placed in a way that formed a piano, patting his back in encouragement before going to join Red and Blue on the chairs in front of the stage, sitting right next to Red who was resting his parrots on his shoulders.

   Yellow had the staff in hand, placing his hands on his hips in a sign of lighthearted annoyance, confusing Green momentarily before realizing that the taller stick was looking at the crumpled tie with small traces of dried tears.

Oh.

   Green looked down at his shabby tie, dismay filling him at how careless he had been with his beautiful tie, before perking up when yellow hands suddenly grabbed his tie by the ends and stretched it, trying to straighten it back to the way it was before. Finishing, Yellow walked away and placed his hands on his hips as a sign of pride, while Green just stared at his tie, now even more messy and shabby than before.

   Such a mistake like that would freak him out, reprimand the causer and quickly fix the damage done.

   Now, somehow, he found no reason to care.

   It was perfect. It is perfect.

   Green took the staff extended to him with such delicacy and care, as if the staff would break with a single sloppy touch, holding it close to his chest like a plush.

   Yellow patted his head, touching his forehead to Green's in a tender and gentle manner, before retreating and getting off the stage, sitting right next to Blue and putting all his attention on Green, on the show. On Green. On the performance. On Green.

   All eyes and heads were on him, all attention was on him and him alone.

  Playing his slightly altered melody as he now played solo, he felt on cloud nine. Gloatingly boasting of the enthusiastic applause and whistles of his beloved audience, who adored every performance he performed no matter how imperfect they seemed to him. Of his friends, who would always be there welcoming him with open arms and would help him in any way they could. Of his family, who adore him and love him so, so much.

   It was perfect. It is perfect.

   He is adored. He is accepted. He is loved.

   He always was. And he always will be.

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#˚ ✧ #ava #avm #animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft #animator vs animation #alan becker #have a good day/afternoon/evening/night!! <333 #putting tags here too because i forgot; #Rated T mainly because of the swears #Angst #Hurt No Comfort #Angst and Feels #Self-Esteem Issues #Self-Hatred #self-depreciation #Self-Destruction #Crying #Green Needs a Hug (Animation vs. Animator) #Neurodivergent Color Gang (Animation vs. Animator) #Hurt/Comfort #Emotional Hurt #Emotional #Comfort #Minecraft Mechanics #Additional Warnings In Author's Note #Author Is Sleep Deprived #author is projecting #I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping #i am my own beta reader

[mal3vol3nt]

What is your opinion on the kataang development post TDBS? Was the will they wont they done poorly

eh the only thing that frustrates me about it is the fact that people use those episodes as fuel to claim kataang is toxic or one-sided or that it came out of nowhere

i actually think their development makes sense for their circumstances. they’re both young kids experiencing their first love in the midst of a war they happen to be on the frontlines of. neither of them know how to navigate it and they thus end up stepping on each other’s toes. it’s awkward and tense, not because they don’t like each other but because the war is weighing on them from all sides

and aang already died once. katara, the girl he loves and who loves him, was the one to bring and nurse him back to life. she already experienced what it was like to lose him as just a friend, and that pain was nearly her undoing. she was crushed. so the thought of losing him as her official boyfriend was probably too much to bear. the pain would’ve been great no matter their relationship status, but it was a block she struggled with nonetheless

and aang had died before letting her know how he felt. the fact that he was so close to leaving the world without letting her know how much he cherishes her was beyond painful. he didn’t want to make that near mistake again, so he thought it better to reveal all his cards, which she wasn’t yet ready for

they’re traumatized children. their development makes so much sense and it frustrates me that people don’t get it. and it honestly all boils down to people expecting both of them to never make mistakes or be “messy”. the reason the development of their relationship goes over people’s heads is because they instead take it as a sign of aang and katara being bad people who aren’t really into each other instead of two child victims of genocide being scared shitless of the war ending. they’re both terrified of losing each other and that fear manifests in different viewpoints on expressing their budding feelings

i never saw it as a “will they won’t they” tbh. not even as a little kid who was stupid as all fuck. i kind of always knew they were gonna be together, and now that im older i can actually see and appreciate what their development was meant to depict. it was meant to be awkward and tense because war affects every single aspect of a person’s life, including and oftentimes especially romance. imagine what that’s like when the person is a child soldier. ofc it wasn’t perfect. but a lot of yall lack media literacy even at y’all’s big age so i guess i shouldn’t expect much

#atla #avatar the last airbender #aang #katara #avatar aang #atla katara #kataang #pro kataang #atla fandom critical

[tabbytiger]

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#13 #the way things ended was so so messy #because they started to replace me with other people and started not hanging out with me as much anymore #I felt so betrayed like you couldnt have stabbed me deeper and twisted any harder #And when I went and had the final talk of cutting thrm off they blamed me #i think im just so torned up over it because the last talks we had they just kept bringing up that i never said anything when i had promise #to speak up #that shit was such a fucking kick to the teeth #to have been miserable for years and shouldered it for years #out of fear that if you had they wouldnt have hurt themselves or you #and at the end of it to have them use that as leverage against you to really drive it to the heart that YOU were the problem #Like you could not have stabbed me and twistef that knife any deeper or harder #like years of being put on a pedestal and to be told you were shit by someone you poured your life into #and I felt like i had to be the perfect fucking friend #it was suffocating #Like I know i should be so angry but im just so disgusted by the thought that i was a bad friend i cant get past the fucking guilt #just like the guilt of hurting them once even though they’ve dobe nothing but hurt me its fuckibg insane #Like god #Im not proud of the shit i said at all. All the pent up anger and frustration over the course of it all just fucking leapt out. #I guess i feel bad about feeling angry because they’ve just made themselve out to be the victim so perfectly i still cant help but #blame myself

[fondwand]

not to be brave and controversial but rw&rb the movie is exactly what antis and puritanical fandom wants from queer media like the most bland sanitized rote dull unsexy no tension no chemistry unfunny surface level romance and representation. give me dirt give me real bodies give me imperfect humans give me natural dialog give me complex relationships explored in the silences give me kink and complicated sex and guilt and anger and selfishness and imperfection, imperfection, imperfection. and most of all give me forgiveness for imperfection and the knowledge that an imperfect thing becomes beautiful because it communicates with the imperfection all fallible beings experience on a day to day, not because the beholder is morally corrupt.

anyway. sorry if you liked it there's nothing wrong with that. go forth and live your life.

#should i tag the fandom.... #fuck it #me and my friends were so bored we started to play keplunk half way through #also ive read the book and i liked it i think although that was like 4 years ago and im an adult now whos had sex and been in love and #become much more politically and artistically conscious #so maybe i woildnt #this isnt a criticism of casey mcquiston i liked shara wheeler and i dont know enough about her #but anyway if this is the culmination of queer media shoot me #i think about how much connection i found as a young queer in things like jp/craig from FUCKING HOLYOAKS #and like brittana on glee or something like that #and how those are clearly not anywhere near perfect pieces of media but at least i felt like i was watching human beings #and not sanitized ken dolls repeating cringy unnatural dialogue in front of a terrible cgi tree #i dont need queer people to be hot or irreproachable i need them to be REAL #red white and royal blue #sorry again #negativity #queer

[maybege]

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#you know what #I’m gonna say it #sometimes birthdays can be daunting and very depressing for people and I completely understand #but I also want you to know that if you had a not so nice birthday this year #or if your depression was hitting hard or you felt like an imposter or you weren’t where you thought you were #please please pretty please remember that next year your birthday can look totally different #and by that I don’t mean that all your problems will go away or you’re suddenly ‘cured’ of depression #I mean that maybe next year you’ll look at the friends celebrating with you and realize how loved you are #maybe you’ll be surprised with flowers or maybe you’ll get yourself a beautiful bouquet and can look at yourself in the mirror #and confidently say that maybe you’re not the perfect version you aimed to be last year #but you are alive and the leaves are turning red and the bird are chirping and the sunrises are beautiful #and maybe this gives you just a little bit of hope bc lord knows I needed that last year #and I’m here to tell you #even if your problems don’t dissolve into thin air #but things can and will get better #your will prevail #and I’m so fucking proud of and rooting for you #and with that #happy fucking birthday to me

[seilon]

the happiest ive been in any singular moment in probably over a year was a moment last week where my friends and i were driving to a campsite having accidentally taken a tiny insanely long and winding mountain road to get there, somehow i wasn’t carsick, the windows were rolled down, we were surrounded by nothing but woods for miles, and livin la vida loca was playing on the car stereo

#had a moment of like hm! I sure am glad im not in fucking socal right now slaving over art school shit alone and miserable! #yeah #idk it was a stupid little moment of time but it felt Right #this was a super last moment camping trip too so even more so of that feeling of like. maybe reasons to live can really appear of of the #blue sometimes. that you’d just otherwise never see comi #*coming #I just got really lucky. stars aligned or something #the random text from my friend going like ‘sorry can’t hang out cause im going camping with my dad. unless you guys wanna go camping’ #the weather being unusually cool for the time of year and thus really nice in the mountains during the day. pretty much perfect in my #opinion. #the stupid little road we took on accident that we didn’t need to take (there was another one going to the same place that was way simpler #and straighter and not nearly as winding and dangerous and whatnot) #fuckin. livin la vida loca. which was mostly only playing because we didn’t have cell service that far into the sierras so we were just #listening to whatever my friend happened to have downloaded on her phone #just. yeah. a lot of weird shit that lined up. in a good way #im glad nothing went wrong or anything cause it was so last moment #and I hope this lets me feel okay about being alive for at least a while longer #kibumblabs

[pzos-amiserableidiot]

was watching tiktok and a video had the song michael in the bathroom playing and I was vicerally reminded of being in middle and high school and mom always mentioning how much I looked like my dad (his name is michael) and how I slowly was able to start noticing it too and whenever I sang the song it reminded me of him and I felt like we were overlapping too often felt like id never be anyone but a shadow or his mirror and then i began learning i was trans and now the song makes me think of him even more (he’s not a bad dad he tells me he’s proud of me and stuff there’s just two really big moments he unknowingly failed and one long continuous one but he loves me and he’s proud and he supports me and he didn’t mean it and ive learned to make that enough) and the weird flashback I got when I heard that song and overlapping with his face and how if I transitioned I almost fear I’d be his clone and yeah Anywyas banger song

#the moments were that time he told me how he used to want something to be wrong with him and he’d cut himself to try and prove something was #and he showed me his incredibly faint scars and this was after I told them I was depressed and his solution was to tell me he faked it???? #and didn’t even see anything wrong or worrying that he’d cut himself or was self destructive or wished something was wrong so he’d have #something to blame for being the way he was and like DAD THATS DEPRESSION but I was too numb and shocked and felt so so so betrayed becuase #it felt mocking at the time like his way of comforting me. his child. was to fucking show me his scars and be like I faked it so I know #it’s real and sorry I don’t understand WTF DAD #Other time was when he gave me his phone to play Pokémon go and I betrayed his trust (he didn’t like anyone going through his phone) and #went looking through and found Grindr and saw some shirtless photos and people messaging before I left #dad had a shirtlesss photo on there. and I had to pretend everything was fine and erase the evidence and give the phone back and help look #for furniture for our new house and never tell mom cause she’s been through so much already (I really shouldn’t have known I wasn’t her #therapist but this is about daddy issues right now not the mommy ones) so anyways I never told him and years later he told me his friends #signed him up for Grindr as a prank and to make friends and that’s why he thinks someone from his work I pranking him by signing him up #for a gay furry dating site and yet I saw him on his bed sometimes messaging people and yeah #oh and the long continous one was not divorcing mom and defending her saying she loves us when she rejected me and my sister for being trans #and being gone for most of my childhood working and never understanding the fucked up dynamic of home that took place and resenting him for #ruining the perfect routine (sharp words scary feelings always wanting to cry) #anyways michael in the bathroom always gives me weird feelings #cause I hate and love my dad and I looked up to him so much and loooking like him would’ve been a dream but sometiems the wrongs he did #come back haunt my thoughts and I want to scratch and tear apart every feature that makes me look like him. I look nothing like my mom so #there’s nothing physical to tear apart (I just act like her sometimes and have to force myself not the throw up and attack myself from the #disgust)

[sakebytheriver]

When someone ends a friendship with you and they clearly think you're the toxic one and they were the innocent that never did anything wrong, while you were the bitch that had to constantly over apologize for the smallest thing or else they'd end the friendship and the way they end it is through one text message where they hit you with a 'im done with second chances' whereas you ate so much shit with a grin on your face and the concept of 'chances' in friendships in general never occurred to you and now as you go back over the friendship you realize how onesided everything was and how much work you put in to receive absolutely nothing back and how you got so lost in the toxicity of it all and just how bad a friend they actually were and now you regret saying you'd 'fight for this friendship' because ultimately they were not your friend the same way you were theirs 🙃

#ignore me #personal #five years of friendship ended in one text message #and now as i go over everything #im like wow #what a bad friend #insecure immature child who could never accept a dollop of blame and could never have a confrontation face to face #like the longer i look at it the more exhausted i feel #ive felt for months like i was waiting for this moment #like she was just waiting for me to screw up so she could hit me with that fucking 'im done with second chances' #like fuck you bro #do you know how 'second chances' i had to give you without ever once brining it up to you #chronic insecurity mixed with her inability to handle confrontation and any kind of negative emotion #meant i had to be perfect or else i would get cut off #the way i told my therapist about it and she was like friendship shouldnt feel like youre on probation #and i was like omg thats exactly what it was #i was on probation for fucking months and i couldnt be a human being and mess up or else shed be ready to end everything #like i really did feel so on edge and like i had to walk on eggshells with her #and its like weve known each other for 5 years #it shouldnt feel like this #and shes going to go through her life thinking that i was the problem and that it was me who was the toxic one who couldnt change enough to #be her firend which is just the most frustrating part of it all #like im not a petty enough person to go and text her all of my grievances and make her feel like shit for how she did me dirty #but if i could go back in time i wouldnt say i wish i could change her mind #id tell her that i worked so hard to be perfect for her and she never once put in the same effort for me and that im sorry i wasted so much #of my life on trying to be her friend when it was obvious she didnt want to try and be mine

[llycaons]

there are a few aspects of h/l I don’t really like but they are absolutely, undeniably soulmates. they wouldn’t be happy with anyone else because they’re both freaks in the same way. insane chemistry. within literal minutes of meeting each other as adults they were vibing so hard they just decided to be best friends and their level of intimacy only went up from there

#I know I'm oversimplifying things but I simply thing h/l would be better if their book 2 backstory just didn't exist #but as it is they're absolutely perfect for each other in a way that I didn't really feel with novel wx #like by the end I thought wx was very sweet but I don't think anyone can beat h/l for how right they are for each other #not that I think their relationship is completely healthy like this is def some enabling of both self-sacr4ifice and like #being kind of evil #but it works? it works for them #and they do have some breathtaking scenes #wayyy better dramatic romantic moments than novel wx imo #better speeches too #their relationship felt very holistic in comparison. like they were best friends and in love and trust and liked each other #just as much as possible in every single way #novel wx had this...sort of antagonistsic relationship and all this fraught miscommunication and deceit and disrespect #and they do care about each other and did get closer but it never felt like they were on the same page #then bam confession and they immediately fuck and go get married #and it's such an abrupt and jarring change even if you could tell they both loved each other #but h/l developed so richly and organically and naturally #and YET. it was missing that element of having shared principles and was in some ways #a more juvenile and self-indulgent romance than wx was #so you know. mixed bag #tgcf txp