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crazystargirl · 10 months

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hi! can I request that u write something that has to due with fem!reader who works at the local movie theater and ethan met her when going to see a movie bc shes a cashier or something and he becomes obsessed with her and starts to show up all the time to watch her and learns her schedule by heart? the she begins to notice but thinks it's really cute and when she finally mentions it, they exchange numbers and go out and stuff?

lots of love, lexie <3

lil movie stalker ♥︎

pairing ♥︎ - ethan landry x reader, ethan landry x fem!reader

word count ♥︎ - 0.9k!

a/n ♥︎ - HELP THE ENDING SOUNDS SO SHITTY AND CHEESY, AND THE TITLE I COULDNT FIGURE OUT ANYTHING GOOD FOR BUT ANYWAYSSSSS, lexie i am so sorry it took so long to write this, i started writing this but ended up stopping due to writers block but here it is! Also kae i promise im working on yours now!!

Ethan had first spotted you when the friend group had dragged him to go see a movie that they had all been wanting to see in theaters. He thought seeing a movie in theaters was kind of dumb since why pay extra and buy snacks and drinks when you can just wait for it to come out and watch it at home or get it illegally.

It wasn't as bad as having to go to one of those frat parties Chad dragged him to but it was a movie he didn't want to go watch. At least seeing you made it bearable.

You were gorgeous to say the least. Ethan is pretty sure he's seen you somewhere other than here before.

"Hey isn't that the girl from our english class?" Chad asked Tara, with a nudge to the shoulder.

"Yeah I think she is!" Tara replied.

"Isn't she also dating that idiot jock who wanted to fight you Chad?" Mindy asked, leaning over to join into the conversation.

Ethan frowned at hearing this until Tara said something else.

"No that's a rumor I think, the jock, Steve I think, is dating that idiotic airhead."

"Oh yeah! Y/n, i think that's her name is single or something."

Sam gasps dramatically and looked back at Chad, "You better not be planning to take her out because if you break Tara's heart, I will go Billy Loomis on you."

Everyone laughed and Chad put on a shocked face as they walked up to the ticket booth to get the tickets. Sam bought the tickets and Tara, Mindy, and Ethan went to the concession stand to buy popcorn and drinks.

"Hey y/n! I didn't know you worked here!" Tara said with a bright smile

You looked at her and grinned, "Yeah! I work here part time afterschool and on the weekends cause I'm trying to be more independent"

"Ohhh makes sense, maybe I should get a part time job too, to help Sam out."

"Please don't, then Sam will feel like she's not needed," Quinn said, coming up behind Tara with Sam and Chad.

"Hi Sam, Quinn, Chad, and boy I do not know" you said looking at Ethan, not noticing him before.

Chad came up next to Ethan and put an arm around him, "This is my best man, Ethan Landry, I don't think you guys have any classes together right?"

"I don't think we do but it's nice to meet you anyway." Ethan said with a smile.

"Yeah, nice to meet you too! Alright guys you better order now since there's a line waiting behind yall"

The group ordered and you gave them their food and drinks and waved goodbye to them. Little did you know that this wasn't going to be the last time you saw Ethan, especially not with the way he looked at you while leaving.

After that day, you hadn't seen him but he definitely saw you. He came everyday after school to watch you.

Ok that sounds a bit fucked up but hey there's no harm in just watching someone…and maybe even learning their work schedule.

After a week or two of watching you, Ethan becomes somewhat enamored. Unfortunately for him, this did not go unnoticed by you.

The first time you actually noticed is when one of your coworkers nudged you and told you something that you didn't quite like…

"Y/n, y'know the guy who always comes after school?"

"What guy?" you asked puzzled

She pointed to Ethan who quickly looked away and looked at his phone.

"Oh yeah i know him, he's friends with some people i know"

"Well i think he's pretty cute and has been coming here almost everyday. I think he might like me"

You frown at the thought, you may or may not have developed feelings for the guy and were praying your coworker wasn't going to ask him out

"Im gonna ask him out"

There goes that

You watch as she goes up to Ethan but start giggling once you see that Ethan shakes his head and looks back at his phone

"Damn he didn't like you huh?" you say as she returns huffing

"Yeah like what the fuck, he literally said he liked someone else"

You laugh and continue working, you want to ask him out or something but you're unsure on how to.

After a few days you decide to go up to him and just ask him why he's always at the theater

You come up to him with a drink

"Hey ethan!"

He looks up and smiles at you

"Hey y/n, what do i owe the pleasure?"

"Well I've noticed you're always around so i decided to just bring you a drink"

"Oh thanks! You uh noticed?"

"Well not immediately but one of my coworkers pointed it out to me, she's the one who asked you out"

"Oh yeah i remember her, i actually don't like her, i come here…well dont take this the wrong way but to watch you" ethan says looking down embarrassed.

"Aww that's actually really cute, do you wanna maybe go see a movie this weekend?"

"Yeah! That would be great, could i get your number?"

You hand him your phone and he gives it back shortly after

"Alright I'll see you then eth!"

"Yeah cya" he says with a grin

You're probably smiling like an idiot right now but you're too happy to give a shit. You just scored a date with the guy you liked, why wouldn't you be happy?

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obsessedelusional · 1 year

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religious trauma but make it gay

masterlist

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x fem!Reader

summary ✦ Bella was your childhood best friend. The one person you felt like you could tell anything. So you do exactly that, coming out to them when you two were still young. Only for Bella to push you away. What happens when they show up at your work several years later?

word count ✦ 3,500ish

authors note ✦ I’m so in love with Bella Ramsey and there’s barely nothing out there. So I took it upon myself lmao hope y’all enjoy!!! Also I’ve never written for a real person so I hope this ok request for Bella open bc I’m a simp rn

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!!

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several years ago

“I think I’m gay.” You admit to your childhood best friend, Bella. The two of you sat in the school yard, parked under a tree.

“What?” She asks, forcing you to repeat the statement you’ve been trying to find the courage to say for months now.

“I think I like girls.” You further explain.

“That’s a sin. You can’t like girls.” Bella spits, bringing tears to you eyes.

“Bella-“ You say their name, letting the tears fall as they interrupt you.

“It’s a sickness, you can get help. My pastor will know exactly what to do.” She says, entirely seriously. Taking your hands in theirs, you quickly push them way. You can’t believe what your hearing.

“I don’t need help. I needed my friend to be there for me.” You stand up from the floor, overwhelmed by the entire situation.

“I don’t think-“ Bella hesitates.

“I don’t think we can be friends anymore.” Her words tremble like their unsure as they come out.

“I knew you were religious but this takes it to a whole another level.” You croak before leaving Bella sat alone under that tree. Part of you thought they’d come back, apologize to you after some time passed. That never happened, ten years of friendship over because of you opened your mouth about your sexuality. At the time you regretted saying anything at all, wishing you had just kept it bottled up inside.

The worst part was when their mother called a couple weeks after the incident basically outing you, offering your mother her pastors number. To your surprise your mom politely declined, she accepted you fully for who you were. It was a bit awkward at first at home but eventually everything went back to normal. That summer you attended your first Pride Parade and felt so seen that the coming school year you came out publicly. Considering the two of you were in the same grade you still saw them around, although never speaking to them again.

After a few years Bella landed her first huge roll in Game of Thrones, leaving your guys hometown behind. You didn’t have to see her face around anymore. Part of you happy for them but sad you couldn’t be in their life to support them. Only to remember they never supported you when you need them most.

present day

It had been several years since you came out, now living your most authentic life. Since then you had a few relationships, nothing too serious. Normally only lasting a few months before breaking up. You had graduated high school, started college shortly after. You got into the college you’d been dreaming of and the major you always imagined yourself as. Your college was a few hours from your home town so you occasionally saw people from there at your part time job. A couple days a week you were a barista at this cute little coffee shop right on the corner of the busiest street.

“What can I get you?” You ask blindly, going through the motions of a transaction.

“Y/N?” The voice on the other side of the counter asks, causing you to look up from the cash register. Looking up you’re greeted by the girl who you hadn’t seen since that depressing day. The day you lost your best friend.

“I can’t believe you work here.” They say, their voice warm.

“Yup.” You say flatly.

“What can I get you?” You ask, trying to quicken this interaction.

“The film I’m working on is filming just down the street for the next few weeks. I’ve been trying to find you for years, you have like no social media.” They admit, completely disregarding your attempt to not make small talk.

“Can I get you something?” You asks again, uninterested in what they have to say.

“Damn I deserve that.” They sigh before muttering off their order and paying. He walks over to the pick up area and you start making their drink. Every time you look up from your work they’re already staring. You can’t help but look too, they’ve changed so much. You’ve seen things about them online and people from your home town loved to talk about the girl who made it big. Always asking, “Didn’t you used to be friends with Bella?”

Once you’re done with their drink, you walk over to where they stand and set their drink down on the counter.

“Y/N wait.” They plead before you can turn your back to them. Against your better judgment you stop, briefly making eye contact. Saying nothing but signaling with your eyes to speak.

“I’m so sorry. I know what I did was shitty. I haven’t stopped thinking about that day since. While I’m still in town I’d like to apologize better like take you out or something so we can talk.” They explain, almost rambling their words.

“I understand if you don’t want to but here’s my phone number. Consider giving me a call or a text or anything, please.” They smile reassuringly pleading with you one last time, passing you a small folded up paper. They leave the coffee shop, drink in hand. You catch your self watching them leave, mind wandering on what you’re gonna do with their number.

Part of you wants to throw it away. An even bigger part of you wants to find out what would happened if you contacted Bella. Maybe their viewpoints have changed, it’s the least you can hope for. Against your better judgement you slip the small piece of paper in your phone case, deciding you’ll worry about it later. The rest of the work day is slow, painfully slow. Nothing to keep your mind distracted from thinking about Bella.

—

“I should be good, if you’re ready to take off.” Your coworker speaks, disrupting your spiraling thoughts.

“Okay,” is all you can say before rushing to clock out. Grabbing your belongings and thanking your coworker before leaving.

Once home you reach for the folded up piece of paper that’s been living in your phone case all day. You hesitate for a few moments before finally mustering up the courage to open it. All that is reads is their phone number, nothing else. You’re not sure how long your sat there staring at the piece of paper but eventually you decide to just shoot them a text.

you: hey it’s y/n

You don’t hear anything back that night. You stay up later then normal stressing about the entire situation. Imagining that it was all some elaborate set up, Bella’s sat up laughing at how stupid you could be to think that they’d want apologize.

The next morning arrives, your alarm goes off bright and early. You have a long day of classes ahead of you. You rush getting ready, picking out the most basic clothes you own. Not it the mood to try, exhausted from the lack of sleep from Bella’s sudden return to your life.

“Girl you good?” A girl you had always been friendly towards in your nine am class asks. You can never remember her name.

“It’s it that obvious?” You let out an exasperated laugh.

“No offense. Your just usually all dolled up and suddenly you look not dolled up. You just look tired.” She laughs.

“Dolled up?” You ask, curiously. For the first time truly noticing the girl who’s always sat near you.

“Yeah you always got them eye lashes and stuff. Not that you don’t look cute today, you always look cute.” They explain poorly. You can’t help but laugh at their way to describe makeup.

“Too tired this morning. Thanks I think?” You smile, she smiles back before the professor walks in and starts class. For a brief moment you forget about the lack of response from Bella. Too busy thinking about the attractive person who low-key just flirted with you. Only for that to be quickly forgotten when your phone vibrates from your pocket. You slyly pull it out laying it flat on your desk, where the professor can’t see. It is Bella, you catch yourself smiling at her name popping up. Stopping yourself immediately from having that type of reaction.

Bella: hey sorry I didn’t respond sooner super late work day only to wake up even earlier to work some more but I have tomorrow off so can we please get together

You decide you’ll respond but make them wait, not nearly as long as you waited. But you’ll stick it to them, make them wait till your out of class. The rest of the period is spent mentally drafting your response. Are you really after all these years ready to meet up with Bella? Maybe.

When class is over you shove all your belongings your bag, rushing to leave so you can send your text. Only to be stopped by that girl from before.

“What class do you have next?” She asks.

“Uhm,” You have to think about it for a moment too distracted by the phone burning a hole in your pocket.

“English in Butcher Hall at one.” You blurt out once you can remember. Normally you either go back to your dorm, grab lunch or study in the library. Today you had planned on going back to your dorm, knowing you weren’t going to be capable of studying.

“Dope. You wanna get lunch or something? I don’t have class till 1 too.” They explain, a smile on their face.

“Oof,” You say aloud, regrettably. The laugh almost as if they’re confused.

“I totally would but I got stuff I have to do before my next class.” You explain, sort of lying. Unsure why your lying just so you can hurriedly respond to Bella.

“That’s fine. Another time maybe?” She asks.

“Yeah.” You smile before walking off, back to your dorm room. They wave goodbye as you leave. When your out of their reach, you pull your phone out and type your message.

you: tomorrow works, I have one class in the morning. I’ll be done around noon. After that is ok

bella: sounds good wanna grab lunch at one?

you: yeah

Bella responds in a short time, sending you the address of a restaurant you never heard of before. You decide not respond anymore, deciding that any talking that needs to be done can be done tomorrow.

—

You had woken up early enough to actually get ready today. Or “dolled up” as the girl from your class would say. Thankfully you didn’t have that class with her today, knowing you couldn’t handle that along with all that is already going on.

After class, you walk quickly back to you dorm. Using the hour you have to dress cuter, fixing up your makeup. Mentally preparing yourself for the conversation that is about to be had. You pull up the address Bella gave you and it’s a cute little Italian restaurant. That’s always been your favorite, for long as you can remember. You wonder for a moment if they remember or if it’s just a coincidence. The drive is short, too nervous to listen to music. Letting your inner dialogue fill the silence. You park near the front door, looking down at the clock on your dash and you have a few minutes to spear. You phone goes off and it’s Bella.

bella: I’m here just let the hostess know your here to see me

All of a sudden it all starts to feel real. Your going to be having lunch with Bella after several years of no contact after coming out to them. It’s not too late to back out, you think for a moment. You have too though, you’ve made it this far. It’s a quick walk from your car to the door, you let yourself in. Greeted by a girl at the hostess desk.

“Hello!” The hostess beams.

“Hi I’m here to meet with Bella.” You explain.

“Right this way,” She smiles grabbing a menu and leading you towards the back of the restaurant where it’s more secluded. Pass the view of the back of the hostess head you can see Bella sat, scrolling through their phone. The sight of them biting their nails, puts some of your worries at ease. Knowing that they’re just as nervous makes this a little easier. Bella looks up from their phone, smiling brightly at you when they notice you.

“You still like Italian?” They ask.

“Yeah I do.” You smile because they remembered.

“I’m so glad you actually showed up.” Bella says examining you.

“After what I did I always thought you’d want nothing to do with me forever.” They explain, you quickly notice them fiddling with the table cloth.

“I’m so sorry.” They say now with a bit of sadness to their voice. Your not entirely ready to forget what happened but the sight of them is tempting you to forgive them on the spot.

“You know you haven’t grown much?” You tease as an attempt to lighten the situation.

“What?” They ask confused.

“You’ve always been so short and that hasn’t changed. You’ve cut all your hair off, I like it.” You let out an awkward laugh.

“We’ll when everyone is old and looks old I’ll still look young.” They laugh, you can tell they’re finally beginning to relax.

“Plus in my line of work it’s a plus. I can continue to play younger roles as I age.” They explain. Which leads to you asking them what they’re in town filming for. The conversation begins to flow smoothly, smiles never leaving either of your faces. You two order and wait for the food to come over. When the conversation eventually lulls, Bella’s face is screaming like she has something she wants to say but can’t get it out. You eyes dart to their fingers that anxiously fidget with the utensils in from of them.

“It’s okay,” You reassure them resting your hand on theirs. You feel them relax under your touch.

“I’m gay.” They spit out.

“Really?” You ask.

“Which is why I reacted the way I did when you told me. I’ve always had feelings for… women. I was raised to believe that it was wrong. I struggled internalized homophobia for years only recently coming to terms with my sexuality. I was so scared at the time.” Bella admits, your hand still rests on theirs. They look to you like they’re waiting for a response.

“I forgive you.” You respond.

“I would of done this sooner. Your just not the easiest person to find.”

“It’s fine Bella. Just promise we’ll stay in touch now, okay?”

“I promise.”

—

They did exactly that. For the rest of their time in town, when ever your schedules aligned you two we’re together. Or they would find any excuse to leave set and stop by for a quick visit when you were working. Getting to know each other all over again, you couldn’t help it forming a crush on them. They made you so happy, the most comfortable you felt around someone in forever. You finally got your Bella back.

Only for her to have to leave you after a few weeks. Her film was moving locations so they’d be several hours away. It was only for a month but you were so torn up about it. They had promised as soon as that month was over, they’d be back in your home town and visiting you as much as possible.

It was a bit awkward when that girl form your class kept making the moves on you. One day your finally let them down gently. It was entirely because of the slight chance with Bella you thought you might have.

You finally got your Bella back only to have separate again. This time though, you were friends. That month was spent on face time calls when ever you got the chance. Always waking up to good morning texts and not going to sleep until you two had a chance to talk on the phone. You can’t remember the last time you had smiled so much. Always checking you phone, biggest smile on your lips. All because of Bella.

—

one month later

“I missed you.” Bella says, wrapping you in a hug. Their head resting in your shoulder, breathing in your aroma.

“I missed you, more.” You tease. You feel them laugh in your embrace before pulling away.

“I may have got me an air bnb for a week or so.”

“Really? I thought this was just a weekend kind of thing.” You say, biting your lip trying your best not to smile too hard. Originally you couldn’t help but be upset when Bella flight was delayed, their 10 am arrival turned into 5 pm. You had thought half your time with them was wasted.

“We’ll you were wrong.”

“I’m glad.” You laugh, following them to your car. Helping them load their luggage. Bella pulls up her maps app and types in the location of the air bnb. You drive, listening to Bella talk about everything that had happened in the last month of filming.

“You’re so cute when you talk about your job.” You respond, letting the word cute slip out.

“What do you mean?” They ask.

“You’re cute. Do I really need to elaborate?”

“I guess not.” They smile. The rest of the car ride is filled with a comfortable silence.

Eventually you two arrive at their temporary home for the week or so. You help Bella unload and follow them to the door, watching as they unlock the lock box that has the house key inside. They open the door for you, you walk inside.

“Wow this place is so nice.” You awe at the beauty of the living room.

“You think this is nice? Come look at the back yard.” Bella leads you to the back yard, it’s so beautiful. Plants everywhere and jacuzzi, wishing suddenly you had brought a swim suit.

“Wow.” You say aloud, noticing the large hanging chair. Big enough for multiple people. It hangs over the deck, with the perfect view of the nature behind the house. Without hesitation you climb into the hanging chair, Bella watches you amused. You let out a screech when it move from your weight. Eventually you fall on your back, looking up at the stars. Bella continues to watch you, enjoying the view of you enjoying yourself.

“Are you not going to join me?” You speak up.

“I guess so.” You laugh at their attempt to climb up, their attempt causing it to swing and sends Bella landing closer to you than they had originally intended. When you didn’t pull away, they didn’t either. The two of you, sit in silence staring up at the starry sky. Eventually Bella is the one to break the silence.

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course.” You respond, sitting up on your elbows so you can see them better. They begin speaking, not daring to look at you.

“I said I knew Ialways had feelings for women. Like I always knew I liked women. The truth is I had feelings for you. When you said you were gay, I freaked out because my feelings for you could of become a reality. I think that’s the real reason I pushed you away. I knew I couldn’t be in your life as just a friend but also that I wasn’t ready to be out. I don’t if that makes sense and know I’m rambling. I’m sorry.” Bella finally gains the courage to look at you after their words.

“It’s okay.” You smile, biting you lip. Thinking this is the moment you’ve been waiting for.

“So you’re not mad at me?” Bella asks.

“Not at all. The real question though, are those feelings still there?” You ask, curiously. Your tone a little flirty.

“They’ve always been there. Bumping into you only reignited them. Then you actually said yes to meeting up with me, I couldn’t believe it. I still don’t believe it.”

“Believe it.” You laugh before closing the space between you two. Letting your lips kiss Bella’s for the first time. It takes them a moment to fully register what’s happening, shortly kissing you back. Their hands reach for your head pulling you in closer. You’re the one to pull away, needing to catch your breath. That only lasts a few moments before they’re the one initiate the second kiss. The two of you spend a few hours on the hanging chair. Kissing, laughing and talking about anything and everything. Only going inside because it began to rain. That night you guys stayed up so late, some time around 3am Bella asked you to be their girlfriend. You said yes.

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3terna15unshin3 · 8 months

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Touch

Who will be the first to break?

2704 words

warnings: !! 18+ !! smut, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, very minimal editing (sorry)

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a/n: Not requested but last time i posted smut y’all really liked it lmfao😭😭 I also felt sufficiently inspired to write a mutual masturbation tbsg blurb bc of tdab pt 2 by the iconic @lottiecrabie and also this fic that i love by @wrongendofurcigarette <33333 thank u for the inspo besties ok anyway hope u enjoy love u bye xo

(I wrote an entire 15 chapter fic of this universe! Read it here)

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Matty was supposed to touch down on the tarmac around half nine. But as a symbol of his amazing luck, weather delays held him back and Este sat at home, impatiently waiting and jittering with anticipation. It was almost eleven in the evening and he still hadn’t arrived.

The months he’d been gone inched slowly by, and she only felt herself missing him more the closer his return date approached. Este started to feel like the floors of their home were colder in his absence. Like the lights were either too dim that she had to squint or too bright that it made her head throb. But sulking about it didn’t help—so she busied herself to make time go by faster.

She went on runs with Keiko. Wrote her weekly pieces twice as fast. Read double the amount of novels. Dipped her right hand into her knickers and thought about Matty. Sometimes alone, and sometimes with his virtual company; always hearing him whine about how much better Este felt around him in comparison to his fist.

There was usually food ready to satisfy his hungry post-flight state, but because of the late hour, he insisted that Este shouldn’t bother. He didn’t want to waste time eating. If I get hungry then I’ll just eat her, thought Matty during his Uber home.

She was on the brink of falling asleep when Matty sent her a message to let her know that he would pull up at any second. Her body sprung up and ran to wait in the doorway before she could even process the words. There were butterflies pounding at her chest purely at the way the approaching headlights hit the pavement. She leaned on the doorframe and attempted to appear cool and collected. Then, an idea came to mind.

He pretty much tackled Este into an embrace when he finally walked up. They waddled into the house and breathed in each other’s scents. “Hi baby,” Matty whispered, pulling his face away to bring her lips to his.

But, only millimetres before they could graze, Este inched away. She had on a mischievous smirk instead, letting Matty feel her hot breath on his skin as she exhaled.

Worry grew in his mind. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing at all, love,” Este shook her head, backing away even more to grab the bags his hands gripped to bring them to their bedroom. A smirk still sat on her lips as he cluelessly followed behind her confident steps. “I was just thinking about how long it’s been since you’ve touched me.”

His throat immediately dried up as he caught on to what she was doing. Este knew they were both desperate for one thing—but wanted him to prove how bad he wanted it.

“Yeah, fuck. It’s been ages. So let me,” Matty begged, reaching to caress her jaw. She was quick to dodge.

“But don’t you ever wonder how long we can make it? Before we break?”

Este’s hips swayed back and forth purposefully as she took the claw clip that sat on her bedside table. In a few swift manoeuvres, she threw her dark hair up and secured it there. He watched her hands work meticulously and adored the way the shorter wavy pieces fell out of the clip and dangled next to her face. What he didn’t adore was that he could now see so much of her neck, and that she surely wouldn’t let him kiss it.

“What are you doing?” He asked gingerly.

It was a rhetorical question. You know exactly what I’m doing, thought Este.

“Posing a question, ‘s all.” She answered, walking back around the bed to exit their room and head to the kitchen. Matty followed, of course.

Their feet padded down the stairs. “Don’t do this to me, E. Please,” he finally vocalised.

It took everything in her to leave him hanging for the couple of seconds it took to fetch the bottle of red she’d been saving. She uncorked it and took a swig, repressing the want (more like need) to pounce onto him like a cat.

“First one to touch loses.”

"Fine. Game on."

—

They brought the bottle of wine over to the sofa and took turns sipping it. To not be as tempted, they even sat on opposite ends. Out of reach.

It wasn’t until then that Matty realised she was wearing a pair of his boxers as shorts. She had to roll over the waistband a couple of times to stop them from falling off her hips, but they still fit loosely. The way Este was scrunched up—clearly trying to make herself comfortable within the couch cushions—made the boxers tug lower. Matty peered at the skin low on her hips and made the assumption that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. God. If he yanked them down her thighs there would be nothing between him and her cunt.

He adjusted his pants, growing hard at the thought. Not a great way to play if he wanted to win.

Este was just as hot and bothered as him, but was just a bit better at hiding it. She stared at his hand that gripped the remote, flicking through the options on Netflix mindlessly (though he couldn’t care less about what was on the telly). The veins on the back of his hand flexed, and Este’s eyes watched. She then trailed them upwards on his arm and took note of how sculpted they were. Had they always been that big? she thought. Bloody hell.

As if on perfect cue, Matty scooched himself lower, now almost fully on his back to relax. He threw an arm up and behind his head, hand cradling the back of his neck. The action flicked the bottom hem of his t-shirt upwards, forcing the ink on his skin to be exposed to the air. His hips rose and wiggled back and forth before he sealed the comfy action with a quick yawn. Of course he chose to do it while he saw Este’s head turned to him instead of the television, feeling the burn of her gaze. Any other day, she’d be on his lap in seconds.

Her breathing quickened. It was a bit embarrassing that something so simple could drive her insane—so she briefly used her hands to cover her reddening face. Holding out as a strategy clearly wasn’t going well. So, Este thought of what might speed things up.

“Gonna go for a wee. You know what wine does to me,” she suddenly announced, getting up and running to the toilet. Sure, she really did have to go. But once she finished, she decided to leave the boxers on the bathroom floor instead of pulling them back on.

Walking back into Matty’s line of sight, now only clothed with a black baby tee that hugged her torso and nothing on her bottom half, Este stopped in front of him to bend down and grab the bottle of wine that sat on the coffee table. She turned around to face him and locked her eyes with his as she took a swig.

His mouth fell open for the few seconds he maintained the eye contact, but soon let his focus fall down her body, ultimately stopping at her bare pussy. He watched the space below her belly button expand and contract as she slowly breathed in and out. He even saw her thighs clench together. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, he thought. This is torture.

“My eyes are up here,” commented Este playfully, breaking the trance he was clearly stuck in, and then returning to her corner of the sofa.

“Fuck off,” Matty confidently responded with a scoff, though she could tell from the small smile of defeat on his face that she’d caught him off guard. “Didn’t have the balls to leave the shirt behind too, huh? Only my boxers?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Oh, do you want it gone? In that case—”

Matty then watched the small black article of clothing hit the floor, leaving Este completely nude & no more than a metre out of his reach. The same Este he hadn’t touched in nine weeks.

A smug look stared back at him as he thought of ways to one-up her. He couldn’t just copy and strip, like her. It had to be something more. So, he reached into his pants—still looking at her in the eye—pulling his cock out. Why beat around the bush? It was already red and hard, begging to be touched. And since he couldn’t touch her, he touched himself instead.

Este refused to look away. She couldn’t. Her brown eyes were locked onto his fist that tugged slowly up and down his length. Subconsciously, she swiped her bottom lip with her tongue.

“Look at you, licking your lips. Wishing it was your mouth,” taunted Matty, “You don’t even want me to touch you. You want to touch me, baby. You love it when I fuck your face.”

He watched her writhe and sigh in dissatisfaction, seeing that Este knew he was right. Her hand inched down to her throbbing and exposed clit, finally daring to apply some pressure and whining in relief.

“You’ve got quite the ego on yourself, Healy,” she squeaked, trying not to moan at her fingers circling her clit with haste. “You’ll be begging to cum in my mouth. Touch me first and maybe I’ll let you.”

Matty’s hips bucked upwards as he matched the speed of his pumps to that of Este’s hand against herself. “Fuck, you’re killing me,” he moaned, closing his eyes in pleasure and fantasy.

Waiting until she saw his stare reconnect with hers, Este teased her fingertips south to her entrance. It was slick with wetness and desperate to be filled. Siding two fingers in, her jaw dropped open, and her hips rocked upwards to feel them deeper. A gasp escaped her lips. She let out a shaky groan when they bottomed out and yearned for them to be Matty’s instead.

“Mine don’t fill me up the way yours do.”

The sounds of both her fingers moving in and out of her cunt and him fucking his fist radiated throughout the room, overtaking whatever Netflix show Matty settled on. Both moving in sync.

“Come over here and sit on me, then. I can fuck you better than that,” he coerced.

Watching through his half-shut eyelids, he thought, I bet her wrist is tired. She’ll give in soon. But by then it was less of a thought and more of a prayer.

“But that would mean you’d win,” Este pointed out the obvious. “And I can’t let that happen.”

He rolled his eyes. “Turn to me, E. I need to see more of you,” commanded Matty.

She listened and pivoted, spreading her thighs even further. She arched her back off of the sofa when her fingers grazed a certain spot, making her hold back what she knew would have been Matty’s name slipping past her lips. Her thumb rubbed furiously at her clit simultaneously. Surely he’ll touch me if I come, considered Este, chasing her high.

His lip was pinned between his teeth as he continued watching her. Her sopping pussy was in full view, making Matty think of what it felt like around him. The way she’d clench her walls just before he was about to cum and how it would always get him there faster. How easily he could make that familiar sensation a reality if he’d just give in.

Studying Este’s chest, where her other hand sat and fiddled with her hard nipples, Matty saw how quickly it heaved up and down. Her breaths were laboured. A layer of sweat glistened on her forehead and her gaze struggled to pin onto him. She’s close, he discovered.

“You’re almost there, darling. I know that arm of yours is tired. I’d have you cumming in seconds if you just come over and let me win,” he whispered desperately.

Este moaned at his words, speeding up her fingers. “So are you,” she pointed out, “and if you cum in your—fuck, Matty—if you cum in your hand, you won’t get to cum inside me.”

She made a good point. He sped up to match her, thrusting his hips up to meet his hand faster.

“Then come here and sit on me,” whined Matty, still not giving in, frustrating Este. Resentment for her silly game grew. If he wouldn’t let her win now, she had to do more. The visual wasn’t enough. She had to beg for it. Literally.

“Please, baby! I feel so fucking empty. I need you to fuck me now. Riding you won’t be enough. I need you to come over here and hold me down and fuck me—shit! Rail me so hard that we forget our own names. Need to feel you deeper than I ever have. Do whatever you want to me, please, Matty. I’ll do anything—”

Her voice pushed him over the edge. He didn't care about the stupid game anymore.

He wasn’t sure if he’d ever moved so fast in his life; climbing over to Este’s side of the sofa. She gasped when she felt Matty’s hands grip her hips to pull her closer, not giving her any time to adjust before sinking himself into her cunt.

They groaned in unison, the feeling they were chasing hit them even harder after the painstaking period of forbidden touch. She felt every inch of him against her walls, pressing a hand into her lower stomach to feel him there too.

“Is this what you wanted?” he intensely spat at her, beginning to pound into her with no avail.

Matty’s hips slammed together with hers over and over, lighting the fire in Este’s core. Her mind went hazy with pleasure and she struggled to even answer him. Her jaw was stuck agape and the only things he could hear out of her were frenzied and pornographic moans.

“Yes, fuck, yes. Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum,” she cried.

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he felt his climax approach too. But he couldn’t keep them shut for long, as he craved the sight of her beneath him, still tirelessly swiping at her clit. Her breasts bounced up and down at the force of Matty’s hips, which now buckled with a messy rhythm. The hair that stuck to her wet forehead was swiped away by a finger of his, getting it out of the way, needing the full view of Este’s face.

“Cum for me, E. I thought about this every night when I was gone. Couldn’t hold back any longer—fuck—you win. This pussy is mine. So perfect for me,” Matty egged.

Este let go and the notorious clench of her walls pushed him to do the same. The warmth deep inside her signalled that Matty had shot his hot seed into her, groaning and worshipping her name as he did. She reached up to yank on his curls and saw stars for a moment, the pure euphoria carrying her high in pleasure like she’d never seen before. He gave her exactly what she’d been needing, those nights alone. Nobody could fuck her like him.

Her stomach immediately felt like jello in the aftershock of her orgasm. They both panted into each other's mouths, slick with sweat, giddy smiles on their faces. Matty’s arms gave out, laying on top of her gently, still twitching inside of her. He didn’t have an ounce of extra energy to pull out. Not that he really wanted to, anyway.

“What’s my prize?” Este asked, throat rough from the screaming she’d just done.

Matty glanced at the TV, where the time was displayed. 00:28. They hadn’t even lasted half an hour at her ‘game’.

“I reckon I can make you cum three more times before we fall asleep?” he suggested.

“Deal,” she agreed, “Or you can fuck my face like you mentioned. Up to you,” finished Este with a giggle.

His eyes widened in shock, hiding his face in her neck as they both laughed.

“Might need a bit of time to, you know, recharge before we get to that. But I am not passing up on that offer.”

#tbsg #meste blurb #the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x oc #the 1975 fanfiction #matty healy fic #smut #matty healy smut #blurb

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frozen-waters · 2 months

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modern Marston family hcs please 🤲

I think of them every single day (this also turned into a lot of johnigail headcannons)

Modern Marston Family hcs

• Abigail is one of those moms who paints their baby bump as a pumpkin for Halloween

• John went through an emo phase when he was a high schooler. he also got a lot of stick’n’poke tattoos during that phase so he has randomly placed tattoos of wolfs and knifes and other things he thought was cool at the time. his hair was also longer then so he braided it a lot

• Abigail was in foster care when she was a kid but eventually got adopted by an older couple when she was like, eleven

• Abigail was a weird mix of a Lana Del Ray girl and a Katy Perry girl in high school

• John and Abigail met bc Arthur and John were walking Cooper and he got off the leash and he ran away so Arthur and John split up to look for him but Abigail ended up finding him and running into John first and they hit it off

• John will always continue to get stick’n’pokes so that means him and Abigail have each other a lot in the early stages of their relationship

• John only had like two girlfriends before Abigail and they didn’t last that long so when him and Abigail made out for the first time his little brain exploded

• Abigail worked at a gas station and would take smoke breaks but it was really her and John hanging out behind the gas station while he smoked (she’d smoke every once in a while but mostly it would just be him)

• Abigail got a second job as a waitress and John would go to the restaurant at least once a week and would order something expensive and just say to put it on Dutch’s tab and she’d stand there and giggle (Dutch was livid when he found out)

• John took Abigail to see a few horror movies in theaters bc he though she’d get scared and cling to him but she ended up liking them a lot more than he did

• Abigail took some of John’s shirts from his emo phase so now she has a few of those stupid wolf shirts and a few emo band shirts that she’s only ever listened to in John’s car

• John and Abigail “ran away” their first summer of being together -> they went on a little roadtrip and came back after a few weeks bc they were running out of money

• John tried teaching Abigail how to drive stick shift (Hosea had to take over for him bc John kept getting frustrated and John didn’t want Arthur around Abigail)

• John and Abigail would also smoke weed together once in a while

• John couldn’t hold a job when he was younger bc he either didn’t want to show up or would just forget so he’d often pawn things to get money but it went from small things like watches to bigger things like lawnmowers. the one time he got caught it was bc he was buying Abigail a designer bag for her birthday. so he got held in the police department and Miss Grimshaw gave him A Talk about how if he wanted to be good to Abigail, he had to actually had to get a job and keep it

• John did end up getting a job at a smoke shop and after his first few paychecks he took Abigail to a nice restaurant

• ok so Abigail was trying to go to community college but at the time she was getting ready to go she got pregnant with Jack

• Abigail and John did almost end up breaking up after they found out bc they got into a fight but after they cried together and talked to Miss Grimshaw they didn’t

• John was renting an apartment at the time Abigail got pregnant so she moved in with him a few months into her pregnancy. they both knew that eventually they’d have to get a bigger apartment once Jack started getting bigger

• they didn’t pay for daycare so they’d drop Jack off with Tilly or Arthur for a few hours while they worked

• Abigail did get hit with some depression for the first few years when Jack was born bc she was like 18/19, her and John were both working multiple jobs, Jack was a fussy baby and there were so many changes with her body and mind all at once. Ik she was crying when Jack cried bc she didn’t know what to do (in modern and canon)

• John did notice this ofc and tried to get advice from whoever he could. him and Abigail did get into a few fights during like the first year of Jacks life but he would try to take her out on a date night if he had the money and time

• Jack was like, a relatively happy kid. when he was younger, at least. like he had a few friends in pre-k and kindergarten through like fifth grade, but it was only three or four friends. they grew apart a little bit and one of them moved away and then after sixth grade they kind of stopped hanging out altogether. Abigail cried about it.

• I know deep down in my heart that John is a girl dad. I might be delusional abt it but it makes me giggle

• the first time John referred to Abigail as his wife she almost cried

• I think there’s a six year age-gap between Jack and his sister. I think they’d be closer in canon than they are in modern. they also were closer when they were younger

• also by the time Abigail was pregnant with their second kid they could barely afford the apartment so they bought a trailer. they weren’t really happy about it but it was better than being homeless

• but while Jack and his sister were young Abigail took as many pictures as she could and printed them all out and put them in a photo album

• by the time the Marston daughter was born John straightened out a bit more

• like John drinks and smokes in the house but he makes sure that the kids are fed and put to bed before he does

• John was a little bit drunk during one of Jacks birthday parties but he held it together mostly and played with Jack if his head didn’t hurt too bad

• John can’t chaperone field trips though bc he gets pissed off at the teachers

• Jacks first Halloween costume was a dog. Abigail was a cat and John just wore one of his old wolf shirts that barely fit him from his emo phase. they did the same thing for the Marston daughters first Halloween but she was also a cat

• I just know that when the Marston daughter lost her first tooth she was five and it was bc her and Jack were having a pillow fight that she started and he hit her in the face a little too hard and her tooth fell out (it was already loose but it scared both of them)

• John used to secretly really love reading to both the kids so they’d fall asleep and missed it more as they grew up

• and they do end up getting a small house for the four of them when Jack is twelve (like in the game) and that's also when John and Abigail officially get married

• John eventually did get a job at an auto shop but would do like. Uber Eats if he needed to

• Abigail was able to get online classes and gets a job in marketing or something but did make money by crocheting/knitting baby clothes and selling them on Etsy

• the Marston daughter had a biting problem

• she also did soccer in grade school but when she got to middle school and high school she did dog walking and babysitting

• Jack was like 🧍‍♂️shy in his teen years. he wanted to do clubs and stuff but he was just wicked anxious. he did do theater club but he was a stage hand. he was also in a book club for a little bit but the other kids in it were annoying.

• I also know his ass got bullied in middle school. he did get into like. one fight in high school that he somehow managed to win.

• he didn’t have a lot of friends. when some kids would try to talk to him he’d think they were gonna end up bullying him and just wouldn’t respond much to them

• he always ate his lunch in the hallway

• the Marston daughter also doesn’t have a lot of friends but she’s got like, two that’ve stuck with her since first grade. she gained one more when she went into middle school and an additional one in high school. Jack was a little jealous but he did begin hanging out with one of her friends older brother occasionally

• Abigail packed both her kids lunches but stopped for Jack when he was in high school bc he just started taking a bag of chips and like. a juice box with him to school. Abigail would still like to make him lunch but he has protested about it multiple times

• Jack always wanted a treehouse when he was a little kid

• it was Abigail's idea to get Rufus for Jack

• Jack still reads westerns

• the Marston daughter also got bullied in school but was mean back to the bullies

• Abigail doesn't have her own pajamas, she just takes Johns

• Jack got a job mowing his neighbors lawns

• John still gets a little lightheaded when Abigail wears a swimsuit

• when Abigail and John first got together he made a CD for her with a mix of their favorite songs and songs that reminded him of her and she somehow still has it but John cringes a little whenever she plays it

• John and Abigail didn't have a honeymoon immediately after they got married but went on one a few years later out to like, Italy or smthn

• the Marston daughter has a habit of over explaining things and Jack has a habit of explaining almost nothing ever

• Jack always has headphones on or earbuds in

• Jack took a creative writing class and it did help a little bit but he was very anxious for most of the class

• the Marston daughter still has her old Barbie dolls. she doesn't play with them but she just looks at them sometimes

• sometimes Jack and John will somehow fall asleep in the same room or watching tv together

• John did teach Jack to hunt

• Uncle doesn't move in with them in modern time but he does invite himself over for dinner a few times each week

• the Marston daughter inherited Johns emo clothes

• Abigail still kisses Jack on the cheek (she doesn't get why it's embarrassing) and rags him for being taller than her

uhm. sorry for writing an entire essay for this. but in conclusion : i am the thinker

#rdr2 #rdr2 headcanons #john marston #abigail roberts #jack marston #the marston daughter #johnigail

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getinthefuckingcarkitten · 10 days

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Ok now i'm thinking about Robin again bc of that post... And Robin and my PC's relationship.

Like imagine you have a friend. She's your best friend in the whole world. You grew up together and have always been there for each other. You were never as brave as her who kept picking fights on your behalf, but you were the only one who could give her some comfort, who ever even really saw that tough girl cry. As you guys grew up, though, things started to change.

You have always slept in the same bed and cuddled up together, right? But now it feels so different. You notice your heart speeds up when she hugs you. One day you wake up and she's staring at you in a way that makes you blush and hold her tighter to hide your face.

You know she'll always protect you and pick fights on your behalf just like when you were kids, though, so for a while you hide it when things get bad. You have to make money so you sell your most beloved belongings. She notices and for a moment you fear she's going to do something stupid, but she just takes on your burden and happily tells you you don't have to worry anymore.

You realize you're in love with her. You might always have been in love with her. You think about all your moments together, and wonder if she could feel the same.

When you decide to tell her, though, she shows up with a girlfriend. A scrawny girl from her English class who everyone avoids at the hallways.

"She's bullied a lot." Your friend says, showing her savior complex. "I had to help her."

"Did you have to date her, though?" You try not to let the jealousy show in your voice. "I mean, do you even like her?"

Your friend stays quiet, and that's the end of the conversation as she presses to load your save on Castlevania. You don't mention her girlfriend again.

Then, she starts showing up a bit later to the class you have together. She's always at the library, and you naively hoped that she had just been picking up her studies since she had always been a slacker. Key word, naively. Once the librarian's assistant kisses her cheek on her way out of the canteen, you snap. You leave her behind and don't even care when her weird, jealous girlfriend slips on your table and starts clinging to your friend. You just go to your class, pretending none of this is real.

That doesn't last, and you knew it wouldn't. She knocks on your door at night, looking weary from her waitressing job and saying she was worried you wouldn't let her in.

"She's a friend." She explains, talking about the librarian's assistant. "Like, come on, you know how religious she is. She wouldn't even look at me that way..."

You don't buy it, but you find it strange that she's bringing it up to you. You ask her why she's even explaining herself, and for the first time in forever, you see her hesitate.

Then, she kisses you. It could have been the best day of your life, and it briefly was, but then you remember she still has a girlfriend. She tells you that the note you put in her room and then took away as soon as you came back from school, she read it. She knows how you feel, and she feels the same. She was just afraid of it seeming like she was taking advantage of your reliance on her. You could cry, then.

It's only after you two let out all of the tension that had been building up inside of you both for years that she shatters your world.

"I'm not breaking up with her." She tells you, no longer hesitating after you ask if her girlfriend isn't going to be upset if they break up. At your flabbergasted expression, she continues. "She needs me."

"What about me?" You allow yourself to be selfish again. Don't you need her?

"...You know me." She smiles weakly. "You're always first to me. But... I can't let people push her around again. I just can't."

You wonder how having her tongue deep inside that girl's throat does anything to stop the bullies, but you don't have the courage to say it with your chest. You've never been as brave as her. That's the end of the conversation, and you know you'll ruin it, the thing you've dreamed of for so long, if you push your luck too far.

So you try to make amends. You can have her every day, most of the time, you try to remind yourself, and her so-called girlfriend only clings to her for a few minutes during lunch time. That's bearable. You can do it. You can do it to sleep with her every night, to kiss her every morning. Keeping that girl safe is important to her, so you bear it even if you don't get it.

So you bear it. You bear it when she definitely seems much closer to the librarian's assistant now, as they leave you to stare at her girlfriend stab food with a fork during lunch and then you see them in hallway as they giggle with their arms intertwined, sharing a milkshake like you used to do with her. You even bear it when she starts getting friendlier with that one bully who has always made your lives hell. And you bear it as you see her girlfriend taking your place in her bed as you try to slip into her room, knowing you can't say anything about it.

You wish you could stop, but it's all you can do. She still gives you strength, she tells people off when they make fun of you for dressing like a boy (like yourself, you try to say, even if no one listens), she protects you from worse threats on the daily. Bearing it is maybe the least you can do.

You turn your anger outwards. The first time you hit someone with a book for giving her pain, she looks at you differently. Maybe that was what you were missing all along. When you slip into her room that night, she seems much eager to have your body as close as possible to her own.

You stare at the little owl her girlfriend gave her, and disgust that can only be washed away by her sweet kisses fills your mouth. You really wish you didn't have to bear it, especially not in your own home. You wish that creepy girl had to be the one to see the person she loved clinging to someone else, for a change.

Ah, yes, how you wish she'd see it.

#i got possessed to write this #@dolxiba this is ur fault. btw #dol robin #ronnie the prince #dolgl

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danikamariewrites · 7 months

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Birthday Celebration

Ruhn x Reader

A/n: this is for @callmeblaire Happy Birthday bestie! I hope you have a great day ❤️

Warnings: none

Ruhn made sure to wake up before you to go get your favorite pastries for breakfast and coffee

When Ruhn comes back he wakes you up with a bunch of kisses on your face

“Good morning sweetheart, happy birthday.” He’d say against your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck

You two have breakfast in bed while Ruhn tells you the plan for your special day

“First I’m taking you to get your nails done, then we’re going to do some shopping, then tonight we’ll go to dinner.” “Sounds perfect baby.” And you give him a chaste kiss

You made sure to dress in a cute outfit and lay out your dress and shoes for dinner

At the salon you got a sparkly midnight blue color on your nails and Ruhn even joined you for a pedicure

After you walk around the shopping district Ruhn takes you to all your favorite stores

You pick out new sneakers, a few new outfits, and Ruhn even surprised you with a very expensive purse that he picked out himself

It was custom with your initials. You thought there was a mistake bc there was a D in the last name spot but you shrugged it off

Then he took you to the bookstore where he let you pick out 3 shopping baskets worth of books

You thought it was weird you only got text messages from your friends and family and no phone call

Especially from Bryce

Shes always so excited for a holiday or someone’s birthday, she loves celebrating

You don’t question it though, you’re sure Ruhn has something planned for later

What gave it away was his nerves and the lack of Flynn, Dec, Ithan, and Tharion around the house

When you got back they were still gone

“Why don’t you go get ready for dinner sweetheart. I just have to run out really quick but I’ll be back.” He kisses your temple and you nod, “Ok baby. Hurry back.”

You took a quick shower and did your hair and makeup

Before you got dressed Ruhn came back and he looked a little nervous but excited

You but your dress and shoes on and he wore nice dress pants and a button up with the sleeves rolled up to show off his tattooed forearms. Ruhn even left a few buttons undone to show off his muscular chest

The restaurant Ruhn was taking you to is the fancy restaurant you guys went on your first date

On your first date you didn’t know what to expect with the frat boy, party prince

Ruhn tried his absolute hardest to impress you that night but you ended up leaving the restaurant before appetizers and went to bar trivia. You two absolutely dominated and had way more fun there than the stuffy restaurant

Getting to the restaurant Ruhn opened the door for you and pushed in your chair when you sat down

Ruhn held your hand for a majority of the meal

He still seemed nervous though

Oh gods, is he going to break up with you? No, he wouldn’t put all this effort in, it was something else

After the plates were cleared Ruhn cleared his throat, “Y/n, we’ve been together for a very long time now. Since we were thirty.” He was smiling like an idiot now and you were smiling back

“I remember our first date here. Gods, I was nervous and all I wanted was for you to like me a fraction of the amount that I liked you. I was crazy about you then and I’m crazy about you now.”

You’re tearing up at this point bc you knew what was coming now. Why he was so nervous all day. Why he was on edge and dressed so nice

Ruhn stood from the table and got down on one knee, pulling your chair out to face him

He took a black velvet box, opening to reveal a beautiful, glittering princess cut engagement ring

“Yes Ruhn! Yes a thousand times yes!” Ruhn started crying as he slipped the ring on your finger

You started crying and flung yourself at him. Ruhn picked you up and spun you as people in the restaurant clapped

When you got home all your friends and family were there to congratulate you and to surprise you

At the end of the party and everyone left, and after Bryce hugged you for the thousandth time telling you “I’m so happy to have a sister.”

Ruhn carried you up to his bedroom bridal style, “my fiancé,” you whispered rubbing your nose against his. “My beautiful fiancé. Happy birthday sweetheart.”

#crescent city #crescent city x reader #crescent city fluff #crescent city headcanon #ruhn crescent city #crescent city fanfic #crescent city fanfiction #crescent city house of earth and blood #crescent city imagine #ruhn danaan #ruhn x you #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn fluff #ruhn headcanon #ruhn danaan x you #prince ruhn danaan #prince ruhn #ruhn x reader #Ruhn danaan x y/n

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latelyanobsession · 2 years

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Strap In

summary billy’s had his eyes on you for quite some time, but you couldn’t care less. he’s made multiple attempts to catch your attention only to hit a brick wall each time. tonight there’s a big bash at Loch Nora just before spring break ends. is tonight his night, or should he tap out now?

warnings underage drinking, cursing, cat and mouse games

word count 1,046

note in fulfillment of a reader request. took a little bit for me to get some muse worked out for this... but hopefully i worked it out ok. i recognize i took this in a bit of a different direction, but it felt appropriate. the prompt - “I was wondering whether you would be up to write a oneshot where Billy meets f!reader on a party, they r both kinda drunk, but he has been trying to get with her since like months but she always rejected him. But now she finally cracks and gives in and they make out n stuff. And if possible could u make Billy like reaaally flirty and kinda whipped for the reader, bc she is really cocky and gives him all the sass.”

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

The music was deafening. Bodies were everywhere. Teens spilling out in every direction onto the lawn and the whole thing was threatening to erupt into a full blown block party.

Nobody was really sure where it had all started. Flyers were fluttering around the school halls all last week.

Paper airplanes tumbling into the applesauce at your lunch table. Leaflets crammed by the fistful through the slots in people’s lockers. Stuffed so thick that the doors jammed.

No one knew where they came from, but one thing was certain. The invites were clear. Everyone who’s anyone was gonna be there. Even the wannabes and posers were hopeful of being noticed if they attended.

Being held at one of the largest homes in Loch Nora, it wasn’t clear whom the home belonged to, but nobody really cared as the music cranked louder and the drinks began to pour.

Such questions were the furthest things from anyone’s mind. Including yours.

You were in your element.

Standing near the speakers with your friends, you swayed your hips in time to the beat.

A second drink already in hand, a nice buzz humming its way through your veins and warming you up from head to toe.

The night was young and full of possibilities.

Shifting tracks, the beat dropped.

You waved to some newcomers, throwing a wink at an old flame, and another at a potential one for the end of the night.

Bringing the cup to your lips you frowned.

Empty.

“I’ll be back!” you shouted in your friend’s ear, tilting your cup upside down.

Fidgeting with the cup in your hand you headed into the kitchen looking for something new to try. The liquor cabinet had been busted open and the variety was endless.

No more spritzers or wine coolers.

Fingering your way along the bottles you eyed the selection.

“Eeny... meeny... miny.” your fingertips dancing back and forth between the coconut rum and lemon vodka.

“Moe.” you smiled happily at the bottle you had chosen, as a hand wrapped around yours.

“Well, well...” he drawled, pulling his hand from atop yours and tracing it up your arm.

“I was wonderin when you’d turn up.” he slid in close.

You snorted smugly, shrugging him off.

Spinning the cap off the bottle, you carelessly flicked it away.

“I was getting bored without you...” he teased.

“Honey, it’s never a party without me.” you smugly replied, pouring yourself a generous serving, putting the bottle back on the counter and looking for a mixer to add.

“Been here long?” he asked.

“Who wants to know?” you quipped, adding a splash of fruit juice into your cup with some seltzer water.

You brought it to your mouth to taste, smacking your lips in satisfaction.

“Well I for one...” he smirked, pulling the cup from your hand and taking a long drink.

“and for another...” he leaned in attempting to kiss you.

You turned your head, grabbing your cup back and waving at another friend. Or at least someone who looked like her.

“Really smooth...” you taunted, “but points for trying.”

You patted his chest sympathetically before walking away.

Yelling, and crushing cups as you reunited with your friends.

Billy was going to have to try harder than that.

The night went on. And you were feeling more wild by the minute. You had to get some air.

Your head was starting to swim a bit, and you knew from past experience at Tina’s Christmas party that it was time to slow down. Or you would be in for a rough night and a rougher morning.

Coming out to the back porch you found an empty lounge chair, messily throwing yourself into it.

Giggling happily, looking out at your classmates in the yard.

“Down already?” a voice called from beside you.

Blinking owlishly, you looked around.

“Oh! Hey Billy!” you smiled dumbly. “Nah. Just pacing myself”

You slumped down in the chair. Nearly sliding out entirely. Laughing.

He rolled his eyes.

Coming over, he helped you back upright, seating himself next to you.

“I think you’ve had too much.” he stated.

“N’ I think you haven’t had enough!” you replied, poking his chest.

He smiled, a small exhale of a laugh leaving him. “Yeh, alright.”

Making sure you weren’t going to topple over he went to leave.

You grabbed his hand.

“Y’know what?” a great look of concern was in your eyes, as you laced your fingers with his.

“What?” he waited.

“I think it’s stupid that I’ve been so mean to you this whole time. Reeeeaaal stupid.” You leaned on him.

He looked at you, mildly amused.

“Mean to me?” he probed.

“Yeah!” you piped up, “I mean I like you! I just don’t have any guts at all! So I’m mean to you!”

You regarded him with sorrowful eyes, “how stupid is that!?”

“Real stupid...” he replied.

“I know!” you shouted in agreement.

He laughed. “So ya like me huh?”

“Oh yeh!” you nodded.

“How much?” he prompted. He knew he shouldn’t put too much credence into this whole conversation, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“This much!” you mused, cupping his face and kissing him.

Billy froze. He didn’t expect that.

He’d been the one coming after you for weeks on end. Not the other way around.

And now here you were, drunk as a skunk, laying one on him.

There was an internal struggle going on in Billy’s mind.

Don’t take advantage dipshit.... but she’s gonna forget this by morning. Well maybe...

You were truly causing a panic within him.

Very hesitantly he kissed you back. Gently, with no intent.

He pulled away. You whined in disappointment.

You looked at him questioningly.

His cheeks were flushed, as he avoided your eyes.

“I can’t do this... not when you’re... like this.” He rose from his seat, rubbing the back of his neck.

This was a mistake.

“I’ll see ya tomorrow...” he went to walk off.

“Billy?” you looked up at him.

“Yeah?” he breathed.

“You better ask me out tomorrow...” you warned.

He laughed.

“I’ll be sure to remind you...” he chuckled.

Finding an abandoned pack of cigarettes and lighter someone else had left behind, you lit one.

“You better strap in...” you exhaled, smirking.

He matched your expression. “Ditto.”

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thegeminisage · 12 days

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ok, i'm getting behind on ym star trek updates. last sunday we watched ds9's "sanctuary" and tng's "parallels," monday we watched ds9's "rivals" and tng's "the pegasus" (out of order!!! 💔) and last night we watched ds9's "the alternate" and tng's "homeward." we were supposed to do "rivals" and "the alternate" monday, and then the "pegasus" and "homeward" last night and i really wish we had bc i was not in the correct headspace to really enjoy the alternate but that's what i get for forgetting to check my spreadsheet!! ANYWAY.

sanctuary (ds9):

i love sisko in this episode. he has the same vibe w his subordinates as he does with jake, that he will back them up even if they're breaking rules but also when kira didn't do her homework he does have to lay down the law a little bit. lovingly, but he does. and since he never does it w/o a reason and w/o compassion nobody really minds

i'm sorry but the reverse sexism was really funny. thank you 90s tv for being brave. especially with her having multiple husbands. get it girl

kira and haneek should have explored each others bodies also

quark picking up the nephew like yeah hes gonna do it again. poor odo

literally it was such a good little conundrum bc all the logical reasons they gave for bajor not being able to support more people were like correct or whatever BUT THEY WERE FARMERS. you get the idea they really could have helped and that kid didn't have to die but inherent, knee-jerk suspicion of new/foreign people just got in the way in both cases. like you had the solution right there!! unfortunately, as we know, people

why is it ALWAYS kira's episodes that go this hard also. it's always like "here's a thing about the complex and ugly truth of the human(oid) nature and how we just have to live with ourselves" and every time it pops off

parallels (tng):

we were just saying "there's no ways tng would have the pussy to do something like this" when tng came on and also was really good

first of all, my worf e deanna DREAMS are coming true. sorry to the actors ik they hated it but i know in my heart worf e riker e deanna is real..............

i read the episode summary for this one but it said AMNESIA not WORF SWITCHING REALITIES. so i had fun going wait the cake WAS chocolate earlier and being gaslit along with worf

his little surprise party hat. please.

i didnt notice data's eyes being blue at the time but going back and looking at the pics is WILD

my baby boy wesley crusher was there also........i missed him sm

the universe worf left was crazy. picard dead, geordi dead, deanna forever without her husband...jesus christ

but my FAVORITE part (aside from the romance) was the bit there the zillion enterprises showed up and the crazy borg-hunted riker was like NO NO WE'LL NEVER GO BACK girl i was like oh but i wanna see inside those other enterprises! actually no i didn't

worf finding out deanna began having the potential to develop feelings for him after the ritual suicide thing and then IMMEDIATELY turning around to seduce her when he got back to his universe...so true. i would have done the same thing. i know he's gonna get w dax later and deanna will eventually marry riker so he's GONNA fumble it but don't fumble it!!!

rivals (ds9):

have only seen princess bridge 1 time when i was a teenager so i was not able to enjoy the biggest appeal of this episode rip

actually i thought the a plot of this episode kind of sucked ass. i didn't find the conman particularly funny or charming but i also didn't hate him enough to get invested in his downfall. also, it was so stupid that he took that machine when the guy explained that it had literally killed him............like, girl, are you stupid? obviously ds9 can save it with endearing characters and like, Acting, but i wasn't having much fun with it

i DID love the obrien bashir racketball matches though. first of all the fact that luck decided who won and not actual skill and no we'll never know...but secondly, bashir like Oh No I'm Going To Kill Him With Tennis. like, my guy, you could have just showed off less out of the gate. it went against his twink instincts though

keiko's go-get-em-tiger was really good. he would have won anyway i just know it

quark trying to DRUG A DOCTOR. his audacity truly knows no bounds. i hope those orphans got their blankets

i do like also that when they figured out the matches had been rigged they weren't even mad about it, they were both just curious and trying to experiment. i love when obrien and bashir hang out it's really great

the pegasus (tng):

TNG HAD PUSSY TWO EPISODES IN A ROW EVEN

picard day really good. yes. be miserable. i love riker getting to dunk on him

i really really REALLY enjoyed riker's energy when his old captain came aboard. jonathan frakes isn't the most technically accomplished actor on that cast, but he does such a fantastic job with that shift - riker is normally such an easygoing, funny, down to clown guy that whenever he gets :| you notice RIGHT away. episodes where he gets to be serious and angry wouldn't work if he got them all the time (though my lament for tng is that we don't get character stuff more often...), but BECAUSE they're rare, even a little too rare, you take notice all the more

i wish we had gotten to see riker sparring with worf <3

argument between riker and picard was FUNNNN i don't like picard but i DO like it when sir patrick stewart acts and i think him being on his game and jonathan frakes also being on his game was wonderful. first of all, i love it when they say the m-word, and secondly, riker grinding his teeth because he WANTS to tell and all his instincts are screaming at him to tell and he CAN'T because his loyalties are divided or whatever...delicious.

beaming aboard the ship frozen in rock with the perfectly preserved bodies. mwah. dead bodies won't even age. i know it was a budget thing and space probably wouldn't really keep them from decomposing THAT well but it quite literally took riker back to the scene of the crime and he was like yeah no i'm not having it. GOOD for him.

bonus when riker gets locked into the brig <3

the alternate (ds9):

ODO...................................

i recognized the scientist by his hair!!! he mentioned before he copied it from him

dr mora die challenge. it's not exactly that he "abused" odo in the traditional sense but he did put him in a cage, and he dehumanized him with his experiments, and every single word out of his mouth was either dehumanizing or patronizing. i love how quick they both were to correct the assumption about this guy being odo's dad - like yeah maybe an adoptive dad in a way but odo wasn't a "child" he was just so different from humanoids he had to figure out communication from scratch

like, this mf commenting on odo not having gotten the ears, or like wow you can tell what emotions people are displaying just by looking! say that again to my face i'll kill you.

dax was so weird in this episode. i kept wondering if she was possessed or something because she showed up out of nowhere and offered to buy drinks with bashir and said something about the pillar being moved. a red herring which was perhaps unintentional but unsettling nonetheless. her personality is still fluctuating a lot - at times she's prissy and at other times she's just one of the guys! but at least now she has one, from time to time. not in this episode though

i felt. SO BAD for that little life form they kidnapped. you suffocated it to death :(

i also felt terrible for odo. firstly, he deserves to kill that guy. secondly, how humiliating for him to be seen in goop form by half the station...he doesn't like being seen like that :(

i still blame dr mora though for basically triggering that last transformation...i was so mad at the end when odo was like yeah we can reconcile :) like i get loving the people who "raised" you even when they "abused" you but this wasn't quite that. i wish we had got more of a sense of them having, at any point, actually ever liked working together to solve the mysteries of shape shifters. i looked him up on imdb though and he DOES come back so maybe better luck next time

homeward (tng):

i fucking hated this episode.

firstly, who brought worf to his parents? i thought it was their adult son who was in starfleet, but was it worf's dad who brought him home? cuz this guy is worf's age and was not officially in starfleet...

secondly, there should be a clause in the prime directive about "if everybody is about to die save them with the least interference possible." i get that that runs the risk of like, being written down in their bible as jesus and altering their culture, but the idea that the culture is better off totally annihilated than altered is a little bit missing the forest for the trees. like, putting those machines on the planet in the first place would have been WAY less inference than having worf and his brother lead them to safety.

ALSO, I CANNOT BELIEVE WORF'S BROTHER KNOCKED THAT WOMAN UP. like, this kid is not gonna pop out of the womb with his surgical alterations!!

also, that guy who killed himself didn't get his special document delivered back to his people...worf KEPT IT as a souvenir? one of the only surviving documents from their old culture??

furthermore, his brother did not "won up to responsibility" by staying with those people. he's further contaminating their culture with his outside influence including the HALF HUMAN BABY and since he's marooned there he will never see his parents or brother ever again. because he got the awooga eyes. like, yes, he saved them when starfleet (picard in particular) were being horrible, but also, he didn't save their culture even a little bit, and he's lying to himself if he thinks he did. and WE COULD HAVE SAVED THEIR CULTURE WITH THE MACHINES. that was so much lower risk...................

redeeming factor of this episode was that worf is HANDSOME under all that klingon makeup. like i knew he was attractive because i've seen like headshots online but i like never saw him moving his face and acting without it. he's actually really expressive..........why do you hire a man this beautiful and then put him under all of that. like he's absolutely stunning i was so shocked

TONIGHT: ds9's "armageddon game" and tng's "sub rosa," which i have seen celebrated online for some reason? something about sexy ghosts??

#personal #star trek blogging #ds9 lb #tng lb

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ganondoodle · 3 months

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the way i think about my stories can be so annoying bc there will be a point when i reach a certain story beat after which i dont know how to continue, and the way i do find are usually ... not good .. or i imagine it is not so i think man i cant do that thats so dumb and annoying i gotta think of something better, but then i cant come up with anything better bc once i got a solution to soemthign i cant think of anything smarter- and then i get bored of it as a whole bc man, this really was stupid from the start wasnt it

(this is all some stupid rambling and does NOT represent anythign that will happen in destiny, i swear the actual story with a proper end makes much more sense)

listen to me rambling but this morning i thought about the essentialyl non-canon good "ending" of destiny, a kind of self indulgent dumb lil alternative where everyone lives blah blah, but then of course it cant just end there, bc the end goal of the both of them is to find out the gods plan and secrets and also kill the gods, as you do, then i got a certain point that i found cool (which initially came from the whole thoguht of what if zelda game but you could play demise and it took place after the alternative ending in which the goal is to get rid of the gods) where the fight one of the gods but are kinda losing and as the god is trying to devour demise, as gods do, he abandons his body and his spirit/core, who cant exist without his body so hes still connected through the spirits tail , and climbs through the gods interdimensional weird 'mouth' while its trying to rip him apart to reach the core of the god in a last attempt to take them down with him, while hylia is fighting to keep the god from severing the thin connection he still has to his body but fails just as he reaches the core so the god is killed but his core is immediatelly starting to dissolve and hylia manages to grab his core and put it back into his body and flee from whatever is happeing to that dead god back into hyrule

he survives but is incredibly weak as his spirit has lost half of itself (blade spirits are also forged throguh sacrificing part of their spirit/core permantently but this is besides the point, none of this makes sense anyway), something he obviously hates but cant do anything about really, once a part of their core is gone its gone (not like lost energy but gone gone) but the core is also slowly dissolving further which is a death sentence with no way to act against- then theres a whole quest to .. well, stop that, while hes falling back into self hatred and fear bc hes now so weak that hylia can break his bones without any effort if she were to treat him in any way similar to before and to a deity that all their life was never so fragile, one whos most defining feature IS his power and strength to keep going no matter what, thats gotta be pretty existentially dreadful (and also its a set back to know that they cant just go fight the gods together like that, theres still two more and he cant fight like that)

then i wondered ok what if then, even if the time doesnt quite line up but at this point the entire prophecy cant be done anymore either so everythings out of order, the cloud barrier weakens and zelda is abducted (not by ghirahim) and link goes and tries to find her, but since everythigns not as it should have been he meets hylia and demise (disguised tho) and they immediately know who he is and then go along and try to help link find his friend (hylia does it bc she got the idea to make him find the triforce and wish demises spirit to be restored, since only a mortal can do that and links the most likely candidate to be able to go through the trials of it since he was supposed to already, even if the circumstances are different- demise goes along with it bc hes still trying to deal with essentially slowly dying and not knowing what to do with himself since hes afraid to get into fights or similar, much to his disdain, so hes acting like a companion of sorts, a mentor figure in a way, not knowing what hylias plan is)

i found the idea kinda interesting to have them be like a lil group that goes on links adventured with him, but with strangely intricate knowledge of how the dungeons work, link still doing the heavy lifting but them being there like parents cheering on their kid in a competetion, all the while putting the whole puzzle and dungeon aspect in a way different light bc half of them were never completed (they wanted to escape the prophecy after all) so they all work completely differently, some bosses being maybe some of the gods creatures instead (like the skysw guardians)- the mid journey point being that they find zelda, and who kidnapped her, it being one of the shiekah having most closely worked with hylia before the whole -break the prophecy- thing started (idk if it would be impa .. idea is neat) and is hellbent on making the gods plan work out like it was supposed to, kinda like the inverse of the games plot, so they got ahold of zelda as part of making her into the new hylia (despite hylia being .. right there, but they dont believe it is her truly since the true tm hylia would never betray the gods- ALSO a paralel to how the downfall of demises world worked bc his mortals turned on him after he started destroying their version of the triforce in the belief destroying it would be the only way to save mortals from going to war agaisnt each other for it over and over, mortals believing that their true deity was gone and replaced by a demon despite demise being ..right there)

after link wins the fight and frees zelda from them they in a kind of last effort to do anything against their group they stab demise, normally that wouldnt do shit against him but in his already fading away situation it basically puts him from very slowly dying to actually dying, as a reaction to it hylia kills the mortal (maybe impa idk), which is the first time she does anything like that to a mortal but i like the idea of her being actually super ruthless when it comes to things she cares about

now with a much more dire time limit hylia sends demise back to essentialyl go hide in her temple and try to not die and to trust her having a plan to make this all still work out- he does and once he is away she reveals pretyt much the entire story around why and what is happenign to link and zelda, hylia herself cant go above the clouds as the barrier is still partially up and she cant do anything to reach the triforce either - so she sends link and zelda to go do that, and it works out in the end bc even knowing the truth know, demise was with them on half of their journey so they know and care, he WILL be mad about them wasting their wish on him (even if he is still happy to be alive- i imagined scene where hes watching himself fall apart and die, alone in hylias temple, having to come to terms with the fact that after everything they had went through hed still die alone- it made me cry while thinking about it, yes, yes you are allowed to laugh)

i didnt get that much further but his spirit was essentially reset to when he was in his prime back in the day through the triforces power- something he both likes and despises, it being the gods power of all things that lets him live again, but also lol to use it agaisnt them by giving another chance to the gods greatest enemy- the next plan is of course to kill the next one of the gods but much better prepared, as they cant just go and do the same thign again (neither wants that), one idea was that hylia goes on a secret quest to try and bring back courage (the third deity that demise killed when his world was still thriving) but it involves diving back into the realm of the gods so she doesnt tell him at first, i do think theyd go together in the end, not to fight but to release courage; the whole thing is also an elaborate revenge plot of hylia, how dare the gods do that to him!!

anyway thats most of what i got from that thinking session but its so frustrating bc none of this is even in the actual comic (since it ends in a way that leads into canon skysw, this is some brain fart nooo i want blorbo to live and succeed!!) and its also convoluted and kinda dumb, the idea to inverse the games plot in a way (instead of it being ghirahim trying to bring demise back its someones plan to make the gods prophecy happen no matter what) is neat but i cant have demise almost dying be the thing THREE TIMES, it kinda undercuts his character and is way too much centered around him, all three times also more or less involving it needing help from others to get him back, when his whole thing should be being unkillable bc he jsut keeps refusing to die, also hylia is, as of now in this spaghetti derailment of random thoughts, way too much of a side character, which i dont like, and it all would make people not like demise when im trying to do the exact opposite of that in the main actual comic

i know being super self indulgent and jsut doing what you want is good for the most part but theres a point where it becomes stale cringy fantasies about my blorbo tm and i wanna write at least decent stories- in the end none of this matters anyway as the actual REAL story of destiny is already pretty long and i got no plan to write that alternative 'good ending' anyway and i mostly just thought about it bc "i dont want blorbo to die :(" and "wouldnt it be fun if the entire plot of the game would get messed up and now demise link hylia and zelda etc can all just drink tea together and make plans to get rid of the gods that wanted them all to suffer needlessly"

i probably shouldnt post this as it was really only a vent to get out dumb thoughts from my brain before they poison me into losing interest of the biggest comic project i have worked on so far but i am unable to keep these things to myself so

if you read all of this, im sorry (´。＿。｀)

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #dare i tag it as that #long post #dont read unless you want to cringe #and yes i know even bad art and stories have value #and i know im not as bad as i always think #but this really is the kind of stuff that makes me embarrassed to even be able to think #its all shortened and badly written #but some scenes i got so clearly in my head its like a movie #and those scenes make my brain go wooooooooooooooooo even if they make no sense and i cant fit them together properly #uh oh self doubt #sorry im neither a professional artist nor writer #im autistic with a blorbo and one skill that i only have bc i didnt know what to do with my brains rapid train of thoughts other than draw #big time for “oh no i made people think i am better than i actually am- i am a liar and a cheater oh god” kind of thoughts #the want to just do whatever you want VS wanting to make soemthing of value VS not wanting to embarrass yourself

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imaginespazzi · 18 days

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Ok bestie, anon who followed up on Amoore reporting back as requested ha. I should say we are on a similar page, her & Kitley are very tough to get a read on. And a lot of the online chatter agrees its hard to judge and goes back and forth on whether theres something more going on. For those interested, I suggest watching their youtube ch series for a general sense of them interacting. Entertaining and light vids, not overly long. Really just little things between them here & there that add up. And of course a person can review their socials..

Now onto the tea I came across online. Imperfectly summarized the best I can below. (Allow me to stipulate that I have no way of verifying any of this, so please understand Im not at all sharing any of this to be presented as true or false. Take it as simply passing along the posting of others for conversations sake here in a safe space. Comments/feedback/corrections welcome)

Its described as on/off thing, first beginning summer 2020. A VT insider says people are aware that Amoore hasnt been committed, to put it delicately/nicely. Leading most recently to a break of sorts last Dec-mid Jan. (Added pretty sure they are together rn though. And another person did point out if Liz was getting cheated on why would Georgia seem to maintain a good relationship with the Kitley family, which is a fair Q to pose). But notably, a strangely long break in their podcast took place over that period and for the first time in 3 years they didn’t spend XMas together or hang around each other over the holiday and when podcast recording returned they just said “we had Xmas” and didn’t talk about it. It was also pointed out that sometime in winter, Liz had tickets to see an NHL game and went w Cayla King despite her and Georgia talking about how they wanted to go together before. Only sus bc it happened to coincide w the time where Georgia was speculated to have gotten close to Kate Martin. Then suddenly they K & G werent interacting anymore and L & G seem back to being “besties”.

Sidenotes:

Liz’s "2020 love playlist"… apparently someone has screenshots that it used to be titled Georgia. Includes some fav bands/songs of Amoores. And a tune called Australia Street lol. Lots of love songs predictably, but some breakup songs were added to it at one point (the comment seems to insinuate during the time they were going through issues)

They're friends with a married lesbian couple (Youtubers/influencers? The Bellaires) who they once visited alone.

Also, fyi, Kate Martin is apparently recently back w her last ex, whoever that is - per talk re social media activity

You're my new favorite person omg because this is my kinda tea fr! Can y'all tell I love some good gossip?

I'm ngl, I was never the most invested in V-Tech or the girls on the team, so I don't really follow them. And I was pretty convinced Liz was straight so I just assumed her and Georgia really were just really close besties.

But this checks out with what I've heard/read too, that they were in that "undefined" kinda place, mainly because of Georgia and eventually Liz got tired of it. I definitely didn't know about the Christmas or the NHL stuff but that makes sense. Also from what I heard, they were probably done for good now with Liz going to the draft? But still being together also makes sense. I'm so invested in this now omg.

#ask #this is my new roman empire omg like bestie if you find more details come share

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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I know cheating is bad, BUT what if the reader has a really shitty boyfriend but she doesn't break up with him bc they've been dating since middle school. But then she meets Eddie (she needs weed for her stress and anxiety) and they instantly fell in love and started dating in secret. Then, her bf does something to her and Eddie flips out and beats his ass

ways to say dipshit | eddie munson

SUMMARY -> you’re in a bad relationship with your boyfriend since middle school. wanting something to get your mind in ease you meet with hawkin high’s dealer. which changed your world entirely.

eddie munson x fem! reader

masterlist

GENRE -> angst & fluff

WARNINGS -> unhealthy relationship (;reader & oc), infidelity/cheating, cussing, violence, implied assault and mentions of weed & alcohol

WC -> 4,673

a/n: first request yey !! ok so i made the boyfriend very shitty very jock asshole, i also named him eman cuz i hate men with names like that. the ones that are unmoanable ig. but i do hope you like this, anon <3

likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

your head was aching you for god knows how long now. you felt drowned, sort of a hazy feeling that wasn’t pleasant at all. some say senior year should be the most fun part in your highschool life, they were right for a time of course. but now, you don’t really know. the hallway was filled with students getting out of their classes, on their way to the cafeteria or whatever spot they hung out. you sighed, opening your locker, your eyes felt sunken and your whole entire body felt like it needed a quick rest before you could proceed into another hours of classes. putting in some books back in, your eyes landed to a picture pasted inside of your lock that was on top of the binder you were about to grab. it was a polaroid picture, dated way back in your last year of middle school. a picture of you and your sweet boyfriend.

shit. your throat felt dry, not liking the way how your smile was and his before. it was the highlight of your life that day, how young and stupidly inlove you were with him. yet now, it felt as if it were lacking that same spark. he was lacking that spark for you and him. you shut the locker loudly, the reminiscent of the picture bugging you and making your head hurt even more. your feet picked up a pace, you actually had an important meet-up today. one of your friends had passed the word on you that someone was selling weed just outside the school’s field. of course they’d notice how uncomfortable you were these days, said you needed something to calm the nerves. you weren’t an avid substance user like most of the students here, but you just needed something to help you wind down. just something new.

passing by a flock of students, you look up ahead to see the familiar group of jocks and their signature jackets coming in. your stomach tightened, breath becoming uneasy seeing as his face appeared from the group. a sudden courage took over you, you needed to talk to him. ask him what was going these few months and why he was avoiding you like some ghost. you knew he was snooping behind your back, every party you came with him and the girls that always sticked with him. every single damn time he neglected you in any form that you wouldn’t call this a relationship. rather something fake because your family and his were on perfect terms with each other, keeping up the appearance.

“eman.” you called out, a peer heads looked to your direction. your bag felt heavy on your shoulders as he appeared from the group. a few whispers and laughs were passed down as they patted his shoulder with some jokes about you coming in. “can we talk?” you ignored his friends. his face was dead serious, annoyed now. you gulped as he roughly grabbed your wrist and pulled you to somewhere where you two weren’t seen. a wave of anxiousness erupted as your head told you to flee at how tight his grip was making you wince. he didn’t let go as he stared down on you, the glint in his eyes telling that he wasn’t happy the way you called for him.

“what did i fucking said about talking with me in front of my friends, huh?” your mouth was zipped tight as you refused to look into his eyes. his gripped tightened making you wince, you trying to wiggle your hand out. he wasn’t like this before, he never was like this. you guessed that freshman year had a toll on him when he joined the athletic team, all wanting to be like jason fucking carver or that asshole named andy. a whole try-hard wannabe to be in the popular sea of major assholes. “you better keep that mouth clean if you got anything to say.” he warned you, knowing you’d fight back at some point of his verbal tortures.

“my family said to invite you for dinner next week. that’s all.” you roughly removed your wrist from his shit hand. your brows furrowed as disappointment was now taking over how weak you were for not telling the two of you should break it off. the pressure of your family on you stopping you. “dipshit.” you muttered, walking past him sharply. you passed by his group seeing their faces filled with amusement and snickers. you gave them the finger before quickly heading out to the school field. you were nervous each step you took until the woods came into view, all you needed was weed and nothing else. just weed and everything will be fine. spotting the little bench area, you sat down comfortably and waited for this so called dealer here. the woods looked a little creepy, sunlight was barely peaking out from the branches of leaves. your hands fiddled with each other as you waited with much eagerness and a major headache.

“if it isn’t y/l/n.” what the— your heard turned instantly to the sound of that voice. your last name being pronounced as if there was a commentator. your eyes widened a bit seeing him in all glory, eddie munson. infamous curly dry locks of brown hair and one killer style that every metalhead rocked. of course the resident dealer would be eddie fucking munson. he had a grin on his face and a eager look in his eyes. you never seen anyone that excited for a deal. you gulped, smiling awkwardly at him.

“munson.” you greeted back, voice still raspy a bit. probably from last night’s crying spells again caused by that dipshit. you knew little of eddie, other than him being a leader of a DnD club and the supposed freak, what most of your boyfriend and his friends label him. he looked fairly friendly, even cool actually. he was just like you in some way, same treatment you get for not fitting in. you sat still, staring at him with every moment as he took his leather jacket off and a worn-out lunchbox being placed in front of you. you glanced up to him, curious as ever. “is this how every deal works?“

“basically.” eddie shrugged, sitting down with a thump as he opened the metal lunchbox. you took a peek at the confines, seeing a couple of contents in there that looked like something edible you guessed. pills and herbs— ah, the weed. a sudden throb of pain erupt your curious peeking as you clutch your forehead with a sigh, gently rubbing circles on the middle until you stopped embarrassingly seeing him look at you with concern written on his face. “s-sorry. just had a bad day.”

“no worries.” he smiled. “well, basics are cash only and no receipts, obviously. if you don’t wanna do the deal now then it’s fine. and yeah, so...” he pulled out the ziplock bag containing the weed. he showed it to you as you glanced at it. “i’ll do you a half ounce for, uh.. 20. that’s plenty of good time considering you look like you need it.”

“yeah, yeah. that’s cool. 20’s fine.” you nodded, unsure really. you should’ve asked someone first before all of this. “i just smoke it, right? you know, for beginners? a joint?” you asked, mindlessly rubbing your throbbing forehead, unaware how the man in front of you was observing you so intently. knowing what caused your mood.

“yeah. whatever works with you.” eddie nodded. “just grind the buds first then roll it into a joint.” he added and tapped the weed inside the ziplock, placing it down.

your cheeks suddenly felt hot as you wanted to pinch yourself for asking too much. “and the side effects?”

“well, about at least 2 or 10 minutes if you smoke it. but it’s pretty good once you feel it kicking in. and with that headache of yours, i’m pretty sure your shitty boyfriend would be off your mind in no time.” your eyes went wide, his last sentence made you almost wanna bang your head somewhere. fuck.

“oh god, you saw that in the hallway, huh? of course, everybody saw that.” you let out a exasperated sigh, a sudden urge to choke that dipshit. “yeah, just needed something else to get him off my head.” you rolled your eyes as eddie let out a small chuckle.

“nah it’s ok, pretty sure everyone hates that fucking dweeb. he’s a try-hard, no offense. tried to say something to face yesterday which he totally got it wrong. his homies didn’t even wanna correct him.” eddie shakes his head in amusement. “should have seen his fucking face.”

“well that’s pretty much him.” you smiled, liking the way he was making you feel better.

“you should smile more.” eddie suddenly said, you were taken a back as he stared at you. “it’s that… well you have a very pretty smile.” his voiced turned soft, your cheeks heated up, the sudden thump of your heart was so surprising. you couldn’t remember when your chest felt so fuzzy in the moment for the first time in months as his eyes held a genuine look that he was telling the truth.

“well, there’s not much smiling when your dating a douchebag and being alone.” you shrugged awkwardly, looking away from him feeling a little flustered.

eddie’s expression sunk a bit. “then why not break it off with him?” he asked curiously.

“mhm, several reasons. one’s my family loves him cuz middle school dating and all, and i’m too of a pussy to tell him, i guess.” you confessed, wretched disappointment in your gut. “he’s just too fucking…” you couldn’t find the words to say, so much you might end up saying every word that related to dipshit for fuck’s sake.

“horrible? egotistical? stuck-up in the ass? look, i have very pretty compliments for a dude named eman.” you couldn’t help but laugh at his very witty words. your small laugh rang throughout the quiet woods, only eddie’s ears to hear it. his grin was wider than before, you peered at him, taking a good look at his face. he’s cute, attractive as well. his personality was the kicker of something stirring inside you. you actually liked him even though you two just had spoken now. “hey, you know for your headache. i’ll put you on a discount, 15 bucks courtesy of the dungeon master.” he bowed, giving you the ziplock.

you were stunned. already ashamed you’d taken much of his time talking about your shitty boyfriend. “no, thank you but isn’t 20 a fair price?” you insisted.

eddie rolled his eyes as he turned his head for a no. “it is a courtesy, for having a pretty neat conversation not like most people. plus, it’d be nice to have someone new to talk to, yeah?” your fist balled, there it was again. that same rhythm of the thumps of your heart. the churn of your stomach as he cocked his head to the side, still a smile on his face that made you wish that lunch wouldn’t end so soon.

“yup.” you agreed, fishing out your wallet as you grabbed the total amount. handing it to him, he accepted it with thanks. both of you stood up, knowing the bell might ring soon. the weed completely safe inside your bag. “thanks, eddie.” you waved off, your headache completely gone and just a sweet smile grazing your lips at him. eddie seemed constricted as he went ahead in front of you, stopping you from leaving for a moment, a sudden urge to ask you out.

“if you want someone to talk to. or hang with. i-i’m right here by the way. i have a gig after school, at the hideout. and we play, we get crowd actually which is dope but yeah, if you wanna come…” eddie trailed off, feeling a bit sheepish now seeing your look of awe. you couldn’t help but feel delighted that he had offered you to hang out with him. you were curious to see him play. that wouldn’t hurt a thing, right? “well, it’s ok if you don’t wanna. you know, me being a freak doesn’t really—“

“i will. and i would really like to hang out with you too, eddie.” you cut him off, eddie’s cheeks turned red and the tips of his ears felt warm seeing you so attentive with his offer.

he awkwardly scratched his chin, letting you pass by him as he followed wanting to walk beside you before the two of you got caught. “cool. cool. well it’s starts at 7:00. i got club today so some of the kids might hang along. can i pick you up?” he boldly offered, not caring if your dipshit of a boyfriend would care. but he knew he liked you right away. it confused him a bit but when he saw you sitting there, looking all gloomy and gosh your face when he made you smile. it was all perfect and he wanted it to last somehow. you were smitten yet the feeling of hesitancy made you wanna back out knowing you were still in a relationship. you were now effortlessly enjoying someone else’s company made you slightly guilty. but you deserved it, you deserved something else than your long-term dickhead of a boyfriend.

your eyelashes fluttered, you were down. “perfect. i’ll see you later?”

•••

you did not know if you were absolutely losing your mind now or that you absolutely just don’t give a shit.

most of the time, your ride before and after school was mainly eman’s car, which your family trusted him enough to be your certified driver. hence, every morning was the same different kind of atmosphere. cold and uncomfortable. which you got to get out for once had you excused yourself you wanted to walk home rather than ride with asshat. but tonight, this night you felt different as you were seated on the trunk of eddie’s van, doors open basking in the cold chilly air. the gig was not what you expected, it was different and you like the change of atmosphere. it was swell, you got to know the entirety of corroded coffin’s members and ultimately the new hellfire members eddie had tag along with. which were dropped off early considering they had curfews.

you sighed, finishing your beer, tossing it to the semi-full convenience store bag that was deemed the trashcan. your attention tore to the laughing men, saying their goodbyes in front of one of eddie’s friend’s house. a smile formed on your lips seeing as eddie had become more of himself than in school, which made you happier that you got to know this side of him. the side were it was the highlight of your night. him rocking that guitar and killing that gig he had said. you watched him all night, feeling full as ever than this morning. somehow he made you feel okay for once in a while. which struck you again with that same thumping feeling. that pleasant feeling.

“they’re getting off early?” you asked seeing as eddie approached you, hands tucked in the pockets of jacket as he sat beside you. close enough to feel slight warmth radiating from.

the brunette nodded. “curfews. i cannot relate.” he snickered.

“oh, because you’re 20?” you teased, knowing he was a repeater. for two times.

“and also because my uncle works late at night at the plant. so lucky me.” he grinned, looming over you to get a beer as well. his chest brushes against your arm for a moment, your breath steeled as he sat back over, seeing as he chuck the bottle cap off with his teeth. which looked like it hurt and so it did. “ah, shit.” eddie spat the cap somewhere, rubbing his swollen lips, completely oblivious of your heated stare. you gulped, ignoring your heart and looking away as eddie chugged the cold beer with a satisfied sigh afterwards.

“haven’t you had enough bottles this night?” you pointed out, seeing the couple of empty sixpacks laying inside his well semi-kept clean van.

eddie shrugs. “not enough. tonight’s a good night. it’s very fucking low i get to invite someone new to my gig.” he winks at you, making your cheeks heat up.

“you played very well. it’s nice to go somewhere new.” you confessed, gauging his reaction.

“nicer than jason carver’s parties?” eddie raised a brow, not believing your confession for a bit. he knew you were an avid party-goer, yet the only confusing part is that you always stayed sober other than your boyfriend.

“even nicer, munson.” you countered. “they’re not for me. at least, that’s what i realized months ago.” you shake your head, the smell of sweat then dried punch in your memories. “too crowded and every fucking jock gets to scream something or trash the entire house. then there’s bathroom problems, you gotta pee then people are having sex in there. dipshit likes to force me to come with him once in a while.” you grimaced, eddie let out a amused laugh as you turned to see him.

“you really like calling him ‘dipshit’, huh?”

“why? you got better ways to say ‘dipshit’?” you laughed as well. dipshit was the only thing you could ever utter than that asshole’s name. “i’m all ears.”

“plenty, sweetheart.” he scooted a bit closer to you, the wind blowed as you smiled at him. the breeze of the night mixing with his body warmth was comforting. your stomach was fluttering with glee, you felt tensed again. like what you always did when he let out a few flirts today. the distance between of you were scarce, shoulders and arms touching each other. each movement of his knees brushing against yours softly made you want to scream loudly what he was doing to you.

“you should break off with him.” eddie suddenly blurt out. the alcohol in his veins making him more braver than ever.

your eyes widened letting out a sigh. “i already said that i can’t, ed—“

“then try. you deserve someone better, you know? you’re not just some fucking guy’s chick and everything, all controlling you. there’s other people who’d treat ya right.” eddie’s voice turned serious. you watch his face seeing the seriousness he was radiating. but he was correct, you deserve someone better. yet, who exactly?

“bullshit, as far as i know i’m already labeled a freak in their eyes. so who would treat me right?” you frowned, knowing most of the time you were treated as a nobody by that dipshit.

“then welcome to my world. maybe even a fellow freak can treat you right.” he suggested, sipping his beer until the contents went straight to his stomach.

you didn’t know if he was joking or not. “why? is it you?” you laughed.

“yeah.”

you felt your whole body turn into ice. you glanced at him seeing his eyes were staring at you. gaping, waiting for you to say something. your lips felt dry, you did not know what to say. panic was now on the top of your mind. he liked you? did he really like you? or is this just some joke he’ll say afterwards. you blinked, eddie noticed your disbelief as he licked his lips in anticipation. “i’m serious.”

oh wow. you stuttered, cheeks glowing again. “eddie, i—“

“no look, i know this is bad. but everyone can see how that dweeb treats you. i know what you deserve and maybe i want you to give me a chance.” he confessed, with much genuineness in his voice. he wanted you. he really did. ever since he had spied a bit on you every class you took with him. every time you’d leave off in the hallway disappointed wishing it was him you laid your eyes on and not that boyfriend you deemed. he liked you and he did get the opportunity to hung out with you because of a drug deal. and he would go for it, he just didn’t give a shit you were in a shitty relationship. “i really fancy you, y/l/n.” his voice turned quiet, making you feel the shiver ripple down along your spine. a moment of silence filled the gaps, you stared at him, thinking of something. what to do, what to say, how to respond or kiss him, even better.

“edds…” you begun softly. eddie’s chest tightened, your tone different knowing it’s a gamble between rejection or not. you let out a shaky laugh, knowing what you really want. “fuck. ok.” you turned your body to face him. eddie stood still, lips open and cheeks tinted with red. “i like you too munson, i really do. but…”

“but—?” that we just officially met today. you wanted to tell him but that wasn’t important. his constant glances from your lips to your eyes were killing you. he was so eager looking, so full of hope and fuck,

screw it.

you grabbed the collar of his denim vest, shoving him to your height. he yelped comedically yet shut off when your lips pressed to his. eddie’s whole heart was going to combust, he kissed back. with more eagerness than yours. he fantasied this, the moment you came with him to his gig and your conversations this night, he fantasied a lot of things about you. your mouth mapped his, he felt like a piece of a missing puzzle finally solved him as he adjusted himself to grant more access into your mouth. his greedy hands groped the sides of your waist as your arm encircled his neck. you didn’t know how or when you were laid back now on his van, the doors closed for privacy but with him above you, kissing your neck down to your exposed skin. everything you had on your mind was flown out, now only him. even the guilt you knew you would have in the following days to pass would haunt you.

but it was worth it.

•••

a week passed since that faithful night. you were better, much more cheerful than the half of your senior year. you and eddie had been secretly hanging out or rather dating now. it was easy enough, nobody cared for the two of you especially your so called boyfriend. eddie was absolutely fine with it and he knows you did plan to break it off officially with the dipshit now. but the guilt did tripped you over for a few days, yes it felt wrong in someway that you were snooping behind eman’s back, but you would never forget how he started it first. it was at a party, and of course the bathroom incident is what led you to knowing he was fucking with other girls. everything transpired there to your weed you bought from eddie completely forgotten and in return you were dating an actual person who’d give a fuck about you.

“eddie.” you softly warned, shoving his face off your neck, stopping his kisses. “eddie, please we’re in a classroom.”

“an empty classroom.” he added, chuckling as he pressed a kiss on your lips. you groaned, reciprocating it with fervor. he smiled as he pulled away leaving you a bit annoyed. the pep rally was today and he was wearing hellfire’s signature shirts. and this was the day you planned on breaking it off the long term relationship you sorely hated. all you needed was one big confrontation and that is it. walk away and never look back.

“today’s the day. and i cannot afford to dally this shit longer.” you sighed as he nodded, opening the door for you.

“it will be fine. i’m right by you when he does some shit to you, okay?” he reassured, kissing your cheek as you nodded. every nerve inside your body went aflame as your feet stopped and spotted eman by the group on the corner table. filled with jocks and a familiar face, lucas? your brows furrowed seeing the hellfire member but dismissed it as you called out eman’s attention. oh, he was annoyed again. like every single time and you were done with it. he tried to say something but you guided him to the corner of the loud cafeteria for more of a privacy and a view for eddie.

“what?” he asked, your arms were crossed and you stood your ground for once now.

“i want out.” you said. “i want this— whatever relationship we have to end now. you know more than i do you don’t like me anymore.” your tone was hard, commanding even. putting up the shit he threw upon you.

his eyes widened a bit. “what the fuck are you saying? do you know how my parents would be disappointed if i drop you, huh?”

“what the fuck does that matter? you treated me like shit and snooped behind my back. our years together since middle doesn’t matter. so yes, i know what i’m saying.” you held in your breath seeing his nostrils flair.

“it’s that freak, huh? that freak munson. yeah, i know what you were doing. hell, i’m not fucking breaking up with you just because you want to fuck with some freak!” he yelled, you took a step back, suddenly all heads turned towards the two of you. eddie even almost leaped out of his seat. eman noticed it and he tried to grab your wrist to pull you away somewhere more private but you were afraid. the grip on your wrist was a clear indicator he can do more than just verbally assault you. “let’s go. or i’ll fucking shove your head if you don’t comply.”

“get the fuck off me. get the fuck off me!” you shouted feeling as his grip was tight making you wince. you tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. the fear in your eyes turned into tears as you hit him hard on the chest. the cafeteria was silent seeing the scene. eddie stood up so fast from his seat that dustin and gareth started shouting his name to come back. he was absolutely fuming seeing you in distress, his ring cladded hand balled into a fist, he snarled and lunge at your ex-boyfriend, punching him on the face with a loud thud making the dweeb stumble to his ass, nose bleeding and the rings making the asshole’s head hurt probably. you didn’t care. everyone gasped at the scene. your eyes widened as the hold on your wrist was released, you stumbled back as one of the people coming in comforted you.

“never fucking touch her again, dipshit.” eddie warned seeing as the jock wanted to fight, he tried to get up on his knees to lunge at eddie. you were almost going to jump back in to save your boyfriend’s ass but one of the varsity member came in and stopped the fucking dumbshit from doing damage any further. eddie yelled at him for a while as a teacher was now called to the scene making eddie walk to your side with a complete grin on his face. everyone witnessed it and soon enough the dipshit was escorted out of the cafeteria. you sighed in relief, the comfort of eddie’s hand behind your back was soft as he guided you towards hellfire’s table. a couple of questions of concerns thrown at you but you were okay. you were actually okay.

“you’re insane, eddie.” you rubbed your forehead, feeling a slight throb. eddie laughed as dustin and the others were following the amusement as well.

“most of the time, sweetheart.” eddie shrugged as he gestured you to sit down with a laugh, heart heavy for this stupid man.

“hey, freak!” jason’s voice caught all of your attentions. eddie sweared underneath his breath, preparing maybe for another brawl. “nice punch.” jason merely said before sitting back down then uttering something to his fellow jocks.

“somebody had to smack that dipshit for once for fuck sakes.”

this was fun to write ngl

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