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could you write something about reader and johnnie related to the line 'he love me but he fucks me like he hates my guts' from the song yummy? ty 💕💕

Tease.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

warnings: use of ma, baby, mama, love, babe, slut, cheating, rough sex, unprotected sex (please use protection lol), overstimulation, implied hair pulling.

third person.

Johnnie had never thought of you as anything more than his best friend. maybe he had thought about you late at night, biting his tongue so as not to wake up jake in the room over, but never past that. he had always shooed away the thought, anyway.

ever since his past girlfriend, he had refused to ever think of another person romantically. although, he had acknowledged from time to time how funny, kind, and beautiful you were. he admired you in a friend way, he told himself.

although, whenever you had posted a selfie laying in your bed in the cutest outfit he had ever seen, it made him rethink your relationship.

he thought about the way your face lit up brighter than the sun when you saw him and the way your hand would purposefully graze him every chance you got. how could he be so oblivious? he began to think as his feelings for you grew.

you never seemed to mention other guys until you did. it was late at night whenever you had walked into johnnies room and asked him for advice. you wanted to know how to respond to a flirty text some random guy on instagram had sent, you explained. You thought he was cute and lived just a city over. this infuriated johnnie, as his feelings had been brewing for about 3 months now.

it didn't help that he got to see you every day, not that he was complaining, but it was torture. he frequently thought of you in your booty shorts and oversized band t-shirt early in the morning, making breakfast. or the slutty dresses youd wear to parties every other weekend. dont even get him started on the rhinestone belts you incorporated into every outfit. you had one in every different color, and he believed it was the cutest thing, your little addiction to them. it became too much to bear, and he frequently considered pouring his heart out to you. but he never did. things were going well with the other guy, and all he wanted was for you to be happy.

first person.

"Why are we even hanging all of this up? everyone is gonna be too drunk to notice, anyway." i complained, my arms beginning to ache as i held the decorations of choice to the wall while johnnie pinned them.

he shrugged, his eyes trailing down my body as i stretched. "cause were cool."

"i guess," i sighed, "im so worried, the guy I've been talking to is coming tonight." truth was, i could give a fuck less about that guy. yeah, he was sweet, but he wasn't johnnie. he wasn't anywhere close to being as prefect as johnnie was.

i looked into his eyes, praying he would beg me to uninvite him and be his, but that didn't happen. "Don't be, you'll be good," he responded nonchalantly before turning away to go put up valuables in the house that could be broken.

i stared at him for a moment before turning around and tending to my own work.

"Do you think this dress is okay?" i asked frantically.

"y/n, people are about to start showing up, and you're still trying to get dressed -" johnnie began to scold as he turned around.

his face flushed as he admired me in the dress. his eyes hesitated, staring at the slit in the dress that revealed my thigh and how the cut of the dress complimented my cleavage. he stayed silent.

"...so?" i asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"yeah, its whatever. its good." he brushed me off, going to unlock the door.

i hated how much he acted like he didn't care. i rolled my eyes and walked back to my room to put my shoes on. even though it was my own house, i didn't want anyone looking at my feet, of course. i put on my comfiest pair of heels and went to grab the drinks from the kitchen. i organized them on the table, setting out the plastic cups. i felt an arm wrap around my waist as a presence moved next to me.

"hey, its good to see you." the guy from instagram whispered in my ear. i leaned into his touch, ignoring the growing ache in my heart. "you look stunning."

"Thank you," i smile, "it's good to see you, too." This was only the second time we had ever seen each other in person.

i heard johnnie laughing behind me, presumably speaking to jake. i glanced behind me to see him leaning on the counter. he looked at me at the exact same time. He held his breath as his eyes ran over every part of me before turning his attention back to jake.

i sighed, "you wanna go dance?" i asked, hoping he'd say yes and hoping johnnie would hate it.

his eyes shined with lust, "Of course."

i grabbed his hand and dragged him into the other room, making sure we were still in johnnies vision. the guys hands moved to my hips immediately, pulling me onto him. my eye twitched with anger. i hoped it would work. i hoped and prayed johnnie would give in and make me his, so i had a reason to end this situationship. distractions weren't working anymore.

i kept my eyes on johnnie as he turned to watch. his eyebrows scrunched together whenever he saw the way i was pressed into the guy. his hand gripped the cup tighter, his knuckles turning white. i held eye contact the whole time, my gaze never leaving his as our movements became more sexual.

johnnie turned back to jake, saying something before setting his cup down and walking over to me. "can i steal you for a second?"

"Sure, bro," the guy said, taking his hands off of me and letting me walk away with johnnie.

"what, johnnie?" i groan, "im just trying to have fun."

he pushed me into my room and shut the door behind us and locked it. "what the fuck do you think youre doing?"

"what do you mean?" my heart raced.

"You know exactly what you're doing." he whispered in my ear, his pale arms snaked around me and grabbed my hips. "You've been teasing me for so long."

he pulled me closer. i pressed my hands against his chest. "really? what makes you say that?" i taunted.

"Those tiny jean shorts you wear around the house. you never wear them out, so i know they're for me. and those studded belts you always wear that somehow make your body even sexier than it already is." his hands slid down my thighs and pulled up my dress. it bunched around my waist as he squeezed my ass. "you really think i dont notice all the slutty little things you do?"

i bit my lip, feeling his nails digging into my flesh. "i was hoping you did. ive wanted you for so long."

"me too, mama." he replied before crashing his lips onto mine.

the kiss was rough and needy. he pressed me against the wall, his hands dragging up my body to my tits. he squeezed and pawed at them, not bothering to be gentle. i let out a soft moan on his lips. i felt him grow harder through his jeans as he pressed into me. i began to pull off of his shirt, immediately returning to the kiss as it landed on the floor. he wrapped his hand around my neck, squeezing gently. our teeth occasionally clashed as we tried to take as much of each other as possible.

he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist before bringing me to the bed. he tossed me down on my back before crawling on top of me. his mouth found the soft spot on my neck, biting and sucking until dark hickeys covered my neck and chest. he pulled the top of my dress down, revealing my bare chest.

he hummed, "god, you're so beautiful." he murmured before taking my nipple into his mouth. his tongue swirled over the bud, sucking gently. i moaned and arched my back, grinding onto his buldge.

"fuck, johnnie, let me have you." i pleaded, beginning to unbuckle his pants.

"Yes, ma'am." he complied, pulling his pants and boxers down around his ankles. his hard dick sprung out of his jeans.

i hissed, "shit."

johnnie slipped his middle and ring finger in my mouth. "Spit, baby." i did as he told, licking his fingers before spitting on them. my gaze never left his. i watched as lust overtook his eyes. "Good girl."

he rubbed my spit on his cock, wincing slightly as the friction. his slender fingers slipped through the lace strap of my underwear, pulling them down. i choked out curses as the cold air hit my pussy.

"god, youre fucking soaked." he smriked, "youre going to do so good for me, ma."

he gripped my hips, aligning his tip with my entrance before slowly sliding his cock inside of me. my mouth fell ajar as a soft moan escaped my lips. he bottomed out, giving me a moment to adjust to his size. my walls squeezed his cock, sending shivers through my body.

"fuck," he choked out, "are you okay?" he checked, running his hand over my cheek and pulling on my bottom lip.

i nodded quickly, wrapping my legs around his waist. his fingers intertwined with mine, putting one hand above my head. his other stayed on my hip, gripping so tightly i figured there'd be bruises in the morning. he began to thrust slowly, taking his time with me.

"I've wanted to feel you for so long," he muttered on my lips before kissing me softly. "god, youre so perfect. do you think you can take me, babe?"

i hesitated before nodding. "yes, oh my- please."

he moved his hand, so he had a firm hold on my hips. speeding up his pace, he whispered sweet nothings under his breath. "That's it, baby." his hand flew to my clit, rubbing circles.

my back arched slightly as i threw my head back. he took that to his advantage, his cock driving further into me. "Oh, shit." i moaned, placing my hand on his chest. "johnnie, i-i can't.."

"Yes, you can, love. i believe in you." his eyebrows furrowed. "im not done with you, yet."

i nodded, letting pleasure take over my body. moans and curses flowed out of my mouth. his pace was relentless. my mind was fuzzy, and i couldn't form any words besides his name. i moaned his name loud, forgetting other people could hear.

"you arent worried about your little boyfriend hearing you?" he chuckled in between pants, "youre such a slut, i love it."

"only you," i repeated, "only for you."

"That's my girl," he slammed my g-spot over and over as a knot began to form in my stomach. "youre mine."

i nodded eagerly, "'m gonna cum, baby."

"Me too, where do you want me?" he asked breathlessly. his thrusts became sloppy.

"inside. im on the pill," i moaned out, louder than i was expecting.

"i fucking love you." his raspy voice responded. "cum with me, mama."

his thumb met my clit again as my walls milked his cock, taking every last drop of his cum inside. my orgasm took over my body, making me go limp.

he kissed my forehead. "god, you're amazing," he flipped me over so i was bending over the bed, "give me one more."

all i could do was nod as i was still recovering from my previous orgasm. without warning, he was inside of me again, his quick pace never faltering.

my moans became high-pitched. the overstimulation was a mix of pain and pleasure. his fingers tangled in my hair, pushing my head down into the bed as he hit a different angle inside of me. his other hand gripped my ass as low whimpers slipped from his lips.

"fuck, i love you so much." his sweet words contradicting his actions. i tried to say it back, but it came out unintelligible. he stopped thrusting, balls deep inside of me. "use your words, baby."

"fuck, i love you." i grinded my ass into his hips, "i love you so much."

his cock began to drill into me again as i felt the knot in my stomach tighten again. "You close?" i moaned out in agreement. "Me too,"

my second orgasm hit me like a truck at the same time his did. johnnie collapsed onto the bed next to me. "we'll go shower when everyone leaves." he said breathlessly. i nodded in agreement. i laid my head on his chest and knocked the fuck out.

omg I love this, shout out to thugpugs4lrh!

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Just some girl dad!Johnnie headcanons because I have BAD baby fever rn and that picture of him does not help

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🩰 at first, johnnie isn't so sure about being a parent, but he quickly falls in love with baby girl guilbert, even before she's born

🩰 when you're still pregnant with her and she starts to kick, johnnie loves to lay his hand on your tummy and feel her kicks and talk to her "hi baby girl! it's your daddy. i hope you can hear me. mommy and i are so excited to meet you...even though i'm kind of fucking terrified."

"johnnie, don't swear around the baby."

🩰 johnnie almost cries when she does the "newborn scrunch" on his chest for the first time in her little lamb onesie

🩰 twinkle twinkle little star? absolutely not. when johnnie puts your daughter to bed, it's the lullaby version of i'm not okay (i promise)

🩰 speaking of which, your daughter ends up loving all of "daddy's music" and asks to hear it on the car ride to school, which johnnie happily obliges

🩰 baby girl guilbert is holding a guitar by the time she's 5, and just like daddy, she excels at it

🩰 johnnie prides himself on being present for everything his daughter does. whereas the other dads despise going to ballet class, he loves it and always snaps cute photos and videos of his daughter in her little tutu

🩰 always doing daddy's makeup, and johnnie never washes it off right away, even if he does have purple lipstick on his eyelids

🩰 coloring in daddy's tattoos! johnnie will lay eagle style on the bed and let his little girl go wild with the markers, just like her own personal coloring book. sometimes, the markers aren't as washable as they seem, and he ends up walking around with a pink bat on his neck for a bit

🩰 speaking of which, he gets your and her names tattooed right over his heart

🩰 "daddy, do i look like a pretty princess?" "sweetie, you're the prettiest princess. daddy's beautiful girl."

🩰 learning how to do hair, just for her. it isn't long before johnnie is a master of intricate braids and has a bin full of bows and sparkly clips

🩰 even when she gets to be a teenager, johnnie makes a conscious effort to still be involved in her life. he goes with her to all of her favorite artist's concerts and asks about her crushes without being too prying <3

🩰 on her 18th birthday, johnnie and his not-so-little baby girl get matching daddy daughter tattoos

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'tis the damn season - c.s

a/n: you already know the deal, based on the song. kinda all over the place. idk. chris' pov

if i wanted to know who you were hanging with, while I was gone I would have asked you

here i am at ten at night standing in the grocery store aisle looking at the only girl i’ve ever considered loving. it wasn’t like she was my girlfriend or anything but she was someone who meant something to me. everything to me. there just wasn’t enough time for us, enough time for me to admit to myself that it was okay to fall in love. when i had met her it was only three months before moving out to la. i didn’t know i would only have three months with her, if i did, i would have never started something with her. 

by the time i got over my issues and was ready to be her boyfriend, my life was being uprooted and i was moving across the country. it wasn’t that i didn’t want to be with here anymore, it was definitely the opposite, i just didn’t know how to make us work from across the country. it had been a year since i had left her behind, i never stopped thinking about her. now here i am standing across from her in the grocery store aisle while my brothers are nowhere to be found. 

we both have nothing to say for a while. me because i’m embarrassed and her because i left her. i knew it would crush her but i also had no choice, i wished i thought i could make it work but i’d never be able to do the distance. we both stared at each other for a while before i got the courage to speak.

“how have you been?” i muster up the courage to say and she stares blankly for an eternity before answering. i know she’s nervous because she’s rambling and fidgeting with her fingers. i can tell she wants to slap me across the face instead of pretending to be nice. i understand why, i’d hate me too, but i’m grateful she chooses fake niceties instead. i can feel a tightening in my heart as she tells me too much about herself. her new job, her new life, the new people she’s hanging out with. it hurts to know she’s moved on. she doesn’t mention another guy, maybe there isn’t one. 

there's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me

it’s been two days since i saw her in the grocery store. somehow the conversation lightened enough for me to ask her out to lunch to catch up. i knew she was hesitant, but i swore to her it was nothing more than that. i wanted to apologize to her, face-to-face, not over text with some bullshit excuse. she deserved that at least. 

when she met me for lunch, she was as beautiful as ever. the way her smile lit up when she talked to the server and thanked them after everything they brought. she was the kind of person to say please and thank you for everything. even when she cried, which she did this day. when i tried to apologize for leaving her here, with as little as a text goodbye, i watched her eyes glaze over.

 i didn’t want to make her cry, i wanted the opposite actually, i wanted her to know i was an idiot for not trying to make it work. i hurt her because i was hurt. maybe if i had worked through my issues sooner, maybe if i had realized i wanted a commitment before it was too late. we could have had real time together as a couple. if i didn’t waste three months in a talking stage, maybe we would have tried to make it work.

“i still care about you, nothing can ever change that, i’m sorry for making you upset, i just wanted to say i’m sorry again.” i reached my hand across the table to squeeze her hand, she used to find it comforting, i was hoping she still did. she didn’t pull away which i took as a good sign. i saw her face change slightly. instead of a frown, i was now looking at a half smile that had formed on her face. maybe i was getting somewhere with her.

so we could call it even, you could call me babe for the weekend

“i should have fought for you. i should have tried harder to make you stay, well i know you had to go but i guess, i should have fought you harder on staying in your life.” she had someone managed to make herself feel guilty for something i had done. none of it was her fault, she couldn't have changed even if she wanted to. i spent an hour trying to convince her none of it was her fault but she still tried to balance the scale of who messed up more. 

i used my humor she used to love to make her feel better and i finally got to hear her laugh again. the entire time we were seeing each other, i don’t think i spent a day with her that she dodn’t laugh. it was contagious, as soon as i heard it, i couldn’t help but be happy. suddenly, nothing that happened a year ago mattered, it was like i never left. i missed this more than anything. 

“so, what do you say, we hang out again this weekend, for old times sake?” she asked me as we headed back out to our cars. i could tell her voice was still fragile, unsure if she was making the right decision. i was unsure if it was the right answer to say yes. the last thing i wanted to do was hurt her again. she was smiling at me like she used to, there’s no way i could pass this up. 

i’m stayin' at my parents' house, and the road not taken looks real good now

we agreed that this would be a one time thing, being together one last time, before we both moved on for good. she came over to my parents house when no one was home, i brought her upstairs like i always used to do. she looked around my room and saw that nothing had changed. her fingers dragged across my old shelves as she soaked it all in. this was the place we had so many memories. endless conversations, movie nights, the kissing, everything in this room used to be so good.

i laid her on the bed and kissed her slowly. everything felt right again, i didn’t want this to end. i swear i could stay in this room with her forever. we didn’t end at the kissing and i could remember the way she used to make me feel so vividly and now i was feeling it again. how was i supposed to go back to la after this. i watched her as she got redressed and tried to say goodbye, i know she didn’t want to, so i stopped her from walking out this time, like i should have a year ago.

“you don’t have to go, you know? what if it was more than a weekend?” 

and it always leads to you in my hometown

we spent the rest of my time in boston together, it was exactly like i wanted. the rest of the world didn’t matter when i was with her. it was my last night in boston and usually i’d spent it with my parents but i needed the most time i could get with her before i went back. i needed to know where this was going. 

i went over to her place to watch a movie, we both wanted a quiet night in. we laid on her couch in comfortable silence while the movie played. her fingers roamed through my hair as my head rested in her lap. we had to talk eventually, but it couldn’t be before i was ready to go. 

it was getting late and i had an early flight. i had to leave soon but i wasn’t ready to leave. “where is this going, like what are we now?” i watched her eyes dim as she heard my question. it wasn’t a good sign for me and i wished i’d never asked. if she didn’t answer i could have hope. 

“well you’re going back to la right, in 12 hours?” i nodded and she let out a sigh. “we can’t be anything across the country from one another chris.” it stung to hear her words and then i realized those are almost the exact same words i used a year ago. “i don’t want to lose contact again, and i’ll be here when you come home but..” i zoned out for the rest of her sentence. i couldn’t hear it from her again. i guess it would always just lead back to her. 

you can run, but only so far

i went back to la as expected. it was a hard flight back, i thought about turning around from the airport and just begging for more but i knew i couldn’t. i had two more months before i was going back to boston, which meant two more months until i got to see her again. the first week i was back in la, we texted frequently, reminiscing on the time we spent together in the past two weeks. 

the second week, the texts were still there and we even called a few times. i felt myself starting to go back to the feelings i had for her before. it was impossible to not fall in love with her. by the time the first month was over, i could feel her growing distant. hours to respond, no time for calls, she stopped seeming happy to talk to me. 

when i finally got the courage to ask her what changed, she confessed that letting me back into her life was harder than she thought. it was hard for her to feel her feelings creep back up when i had hurt her the first time. she didn’t want to ruin what we had. i wanted to fly back right then and there, tell her i loved her, never leave her again. 

communication had essentially come to a halt between us. it felt impossible for us to just be friends. how can you be friends with someone you know you want to be with but can’t? how do you wait two months just to kiss someone again that you know you can’t have forever? we were both running away from the inevitable and there was only so far for us to go. 

we could just ride around, and the road not taken looks real good now

i was back in boston again. we hadn’t been texting much but she said she’s always be here when i got home. i knew if i sent a message, she would respond and we’d be pulled back into the cycle we had created. the first night home, i didn’t tet her. she knew i was here, i told her the dates a month ago, and she wasn’t the type to forget. part of me wanted her to text me, ask me to meet up, that way i would know i wasn’t the only one falling into pattern. 

she texted me the next night, asking if she could pick me up. she wanted to drive around like we used to and listen to some new music. apparently she had been waiting for me to come back to listen. she knew me like the back of her hand, there was no way i was saying no. 

she picked me up shortly after and we did exactly as planned. we drove around until four in the morning, at least a hundred songs were played and we ended up back at her apartment. the plan was originally to run in and pee before she drove me home but somehow, it turned into us both being too tired to leave again. we laid in her bed together with he back pressed against my chest. one of my arms was under her neck and the other snaked around her waist.

“i love you.” i whispered as she fell asleep. i didn’t know if she heard me but it didn’t hurt to say it.

sleep in half the day just for old times' sake

neither of us woke up until one in the afternoon. are bodies were closer than they were the night before. when we woke up, we spent the day like a couple, she made herself coffee in the morning, we cooked dinner together and stayed in her apartment for an entire day. this was all i needed, her with me.

the rest of my time in boston was like this. i had even brought her over to the house and reintroduced her to everyone. i wanted to tell her i loved her every second of every day but i held back. i knew it would just hurt us both when i went back to la. he week long trip was too short, i tried to extend it but there was work to be done.

the night before i left, we were back in her apartment eating dinner. we were laughing about something that occurred earlier in the day and i was so caught up in admiring her, i let an i love you slip out of my mouth. her eyes widened and she didn’t speak. 

“i’m sorry. it just came out.” i was nervous, her silence was terrifying. “i’m not going to say i didn’t mean it because i did but-” she finally spoke to cut me off. 

“i love you.” she said it but she wasn’t smiling. “i love you but we shouldn’t be saying these things. we weren’t supposed to get back to this point.” 

“i can’t help that i love you.” 

“i can’t either but we should at least try. we only work when you’re back here.” 

“but what if we could work. we’ve never really tried.”

“we both know it won’t work chris. i’m sorry.” the rest of the night was awkward. we both were uncomfortable with one another’s stance on the situation but we were both too attached to one another to not spend this last night together. 

so I'll go back to la, and the so-called friends, who'll write books about me, if i ever make it

we woke in bed after confessing we loved each other and i immediately had to go to the airport. there wasn’t more time to question why she thought it wouldn’t work, she had made up her mind. just because i was hurt by her answer, didn’t mean i wanted to leave her. i made my brothers bring my bag and pick me up from her place. i had a feeling this would happen, so i said goodbye to my parents last night. they understood and they told me to go get the girl, but i didn’t. 

i’m back in la once again with people i can’t stand. the friends never stick around and the girls are never here. i’m not willing to settle for anyone else. she’s the only girl that’s ever made me feel like i wanted something more than a one night stand but now i couldn’t even do that. any girl i’d look at, i’d imagine her face, wonder how hurt she’d be, it stopped me every time. i wished i could promise her i’d come home more often, i wished i could convince her to leave her life behind and move here instead. until something changes, i’m stuck here, without her.

and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'

we haven’t spoken since i left boston. it’s been two weeks of hoping she’ll say something, call me and ask me to come back. she doesn’t call, she doesn’t text, there’s radio silence. i spent another two weeks moping around, i complained about it to anyone who would listen. i was too afraid to make the first move again, she made it clear she didn’t think it could work, but if we loved each other, why did we have to stop completely.

all i do for a while i wonder, i think about what she might be doing, what she might be thinking. if she’s typed out a hundred messages to me and deleted them all. she was the only person who knew me better than myself. she could sense i was stressed from a mile away and now we were across the country from each other once again, not on speaking terms. something had to change before i drove myself crazy.

and the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own

i waited another week before biting the bullet. it had been a month and half since you had spoken to her. somehow you went a whole year without speaking but ever since that night in the grocery store, it was impossible for you to not think about her every day. if it meant breaking your own heart it didn’t matter. 

i finally worked up the courage to send her a text. “i know this is sudden, but i’ll be back in boston on saturday, i’m not happy with the way we left things, and i miss you.” all i could do was watch and wait. maybe she would answer and tell me she was in a coma or something, maybe she still cared. or maybe it was exactly what it seemed, i messed up my first chance and there was no way of winning her over.

it always leads to you in my hometown

she didn’t text me back until i went back to boston. she sent a text shortly after i landed, asking me to come over, she wanted to talk. it was without hesitation i made matt turn the car around and drop me off at her place.

“you sure you don’t want me to wait? what if it doesn’t go over well?” he asked me as i got out. 

“choosing not to think about it like that.” i smiled and closed the door as he drove away. i made my way up to her door and knocked. my heart beating out of my chest, not knowing what kind of conversation to expect. when she opened the door to let me in, her apartment was stripped to almost nothing. 

“holy shit did you get robbed?” i laughed walking in to sit down at her kitchen island. 

“no, even worse.” she sounded ominous but she was somehow smiling. i looked at with with confusion plastered across my face. “i sold it all. i’m going back with you.” her serious face turned into a smile.

“what? are you being serious?” 

“yes, i know it was shitty of me not to text but at first i was upset. i was upset that we love each other and couldn’t make it work but then i really wanted to text you, i really wanted to tell you to come back.” she had to pause for a moment to catch her breath. al i could do was stare at her and hope it wasn’t a dream. “but i know you can’t come back. so i spent a month getting it all set up so i could come back with you. i’ll have to stay with you for a little while i hope that’s-” 

“come here.” she didn’t need to finish, i didn’t care how long she stayed with me, i’d wish she’d never leave actually. she was no longer the girl back home i had to wait and see. she was my girl and i could see her all the time.

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A vagina is a woman's penis. So true, Chris

Story time

So, I was on the bus this evening. It’s a bus with middle schoolers and high schoolers on it and I was hanging out with my high school friend. He’s in 10th grade and I’m in eighth grade and I was playing around with my recently deceased dogs choke chain, and I put it on my wrist like it was handcuffs, and he jokingly grabs the middle of it, puts my arms up and pins me against the window, and we were talking like I wasn’t pinned against the window!

“So how was math? Finally finish your homework?”

“It was good, and no.”

“Well what can I do for ya' darling?”

“Um letting me go would be nice?”

“But your just so pretty from this angle…”

um what?

”happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light”

dumbly-door Prisoner of Azkaban

Can you do little!matt headcannons?

[🩹] little!matt sturniolo headcannons

paring : little!matt x cg!gn!reader

divider credit : @agsthv

a/n : there's this thing called stardew valley and me and my girls? well....we've gone pro. (lower case intended !)

🩹 slightly younger age-range. i’d say maaaybe 2-4?

🫧 started regressing after his therapist recommended it

🦈 thought it was silly at first, but decided to keep trying it

🩹 eventually he figured out what worked for him

🫧 can’t go a week without regressing now !

🦈 while little!johnnie is mostly picky, matt more-so has a phobia of certain/new foods

🩹 takes a LOT of hand-holding and gentle affirmations for him to try something new

🫧 “mama/dada/baba…” “i’m here angel, just a small bite…okay?”

🦈 of course, you would never force him to

try a food he didn’t want too !!

🩹 LOVES his stuffies.

🫧 god forbid one falls off the bed, because poor thing will start crying

🦈 was extremely iffy about paci’s at first,

🩹 still gets nervous about using them casually but after a long week?

🫧 get this man a juice box and his PACI.

🦈 bottles though?

🩹 matt WAS anxious at first to try a bottle but when you offered holding him while he drank?

🫧 there was no stopping him

🦈 absolutely lives and breathes for his bottle

🩹 just imagine little!matt curled up in your lap, head against your chest as you run your fingers through his hair, slowly falling asleep with a bottle :( /pos

🫧 “mama/dada/baba…hold?” “okay baby, c’mere.”

🦈 little!matt holding onto his cg’s shirt to nap ☹️🫶

🩹 i honestly don’t see little!matt being a fussy little

🫧 maybe only acting out when tired or overstimulated

🦈 “no! ‘m don’t want you!” “please darling? what about a bottle?” “…” *que matt crawling onto your lap and saying sorry five minutes later*

🩹 definitely gets shy talking about his age regression when OUTSIDE of littlespace

🫧 “matt! do you think you’d like this toy?” “🍅 um..yeah…🍅”

🦈 if cg!matt is the gentlest, little!matt is the sweetest <3

Wait @heartsforchrisandmatt your so pretty omfg come fuck me rn, ps im 12 so fyi I'm not an old man lol

Wait that makes me sound weirder oops

lil face reveal!

(might delete later)

haha (i’m scared shitless)