#blarg fics

[darkenedroses-world]

Golden Morning Light — Blarg x Reader

f!reader, soft moments, boyfriend Matt, admiring him while he sleeps, playful teasing, request🦋

The bedroom was cozy, albeit a little dim, with the dark curtains Matt had insisted on to block out the sunrise. It was practical, sure, but as you lay there one morning, watching the soft rise and fall of his chest, you found yourself wishing for a change. Matt was sprawled on his back, his arm slung over his forehead, his toned body bare except for the blanket that barely covered his waist. The golden light from the hallway lamp caught the angles of his chest and shoulders, making them look almost sculpted. You sighed softly, unable to stop yourself from admiring him. “You’re staring again,” Matt murmured, his voice gravelly from sleep, though his eyes remained closed. You jolted slightly, caught in the act. “I am not!” He cracked one eye open, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, you are. What’s on your mind?” You bit your lip, debating whether to bring it up. It wasn’t like you wanted to admit that you’d been fantasizing about how good he’d look in morning sunlight.

“I was just thinking…” Matt shifted onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you better. “Uh-oh. I know that tone. What are you thinking?” “Well,” you began hesitantly, “have you ever thought about… renovating our bedroom?” His brows furrowed. “Renovating? Like, knocking down walls? Or just redecorating?” “Redecorating,” you clarified quickly, sitting up against the headboard. “I mean, the blackout curtains are great for sleeping in, but… wouldn’t it be nice to let in more light sometimes?” Matt rubbed the back of his neck, his expression thoughtful. “You want morning sunlight?” “Yeah,” you said, trying to sound casual. “It’d make the room feel brighter, and—” “And?” he prompted, his grin turning sly as he leaned closer. “What’s the real reason?” Your face burned, and you looked away. “I just think it’d be nice, okay?” Matt chuckled, reaching out to gently tug you back to face him. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that? Come on, spill it.”

You sighed, giving in. “Fine. I might have a thing for how you look in the light. Happy now?” His grin widened, a mix of amusement and pride. “You’re obsessed with me, aren’t you?” “Don’t let it go to your head,” you muttered, though the smile tugging at your lips gave you away. Matt reached out to pull you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “If you want more sunlight, we’ll make it happen. New curtains, a fresh coat of paint—whatever you want, babe.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “You’d let me pick everything?” “Everything,” he said without hesitation. “Even if it’s something like… I don’t know, pastel pink walls or floral bedspreads.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Okay, I’m not that bad.” “But if you were,” he teased, brushing his lips against your ear, “I’d still go with it. Because it makes you happy, and because I’m such a great boyfriend.” You leaned back slightly to look at him, your smile softening.

“You’re not just a great boyfriend, Matt. You’re… the best.” His teasing grin faltered for a moment, replaced by something tender and genuine. “Well, when you put it like that, how could I ever say no?” You let out a breath, your worries melting away as he held you close. “Thanks, Matt. I really mean it.” “You don’t have to thank me,” he murmured, tilting your chin up so your eyes met. “But if it means you’ll keep looking at me like that, I’ll do it tomorrow. Hell, I’ll start today.” His words sent warmth blooming in your chest, and you leaned forward to kiss him. “You’re impossible.” “And you love it,” he shot back, a playful glint in his eye as he tightened his arms around you. You smiled against his chest, already imagining what your mornings would look like with sunlight streaming in.

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Safe Haven — Blarg x Reader

f!reader, reader w/ autism, requested story❤️

The sun hung high in the sky, casting its warm rays over the bustling streets of the neighborhood. Laughter echoed as the group of friends, including Smii7y, Grizzy, and the rest of the gang, strolled leisurely through the park. Birds chirped in the trees, and the scent of freshly cut grass filled the air. You walked alongside them, your heart lighter than it had been in days. It was a rare occasion when all of you could hang out together, and you relished every moment of it. But beneath the surface of your excitement lurked a subtle unease, a quiet worry that gnawed at the edges of your mind. As the day progressed, you tried to push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the joy of the present moment. You joined in the banter and laughter, soaking in the warmth of friendship like a soothing balm to your soul. But with each passing minute, the absence of one particular friend weighed heavier on your heart.

Matt, your closest confidant and source of comfort, was away on a trip. His absence left a gaping hole in your world, a void that no amount of laughter or distraction could fill. You missed his reassuring presence, his understanding gaze, and the safety of his embrace. As the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, your anxiety reached a crescendo. You tried to ignore it, to lose yourself in the simple pleasures of the moment, but the worry gnawed relentlessly at your insides. The laughter around you blurred into a cacophony of noise, overwhelming your senses.

And then, without warning, it happened.

A wave of panic crashed over you, sweeping away the fragile facade of composure you had desperately clung to. Sensory overload assaulted your senses, each sound and movement amplified to a deafening roar. Your chest tightened, breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the world spun around you in dizzying circles. “Hey, are you okay?” Grizzy’s voice pierced through the haze of your mind, filled with concern. But you couldn’t respond. Words eluded you, trapped behind a barrier of fear and confusion. All you could do was clutch at your chest, nails digging into the fabric of your shirt as you fought to keep the rising tide of panic at bay. “Guys, something’s wrong,” Smii7y’s voice sounded distant, muffled as if coming from underwater. Frantic whispers filled the air as your friends gathered around you, their faces blurred and indistinct. You wanted to reach out to them, to reassure them that you were fine, but the words remained trapped inside you, a silent scream echoing in the depths of your mind.

Puffer’s voice cut through the chaos, urgent and panicked, as he dialed Matt’s number. “Matt, you need to come back. Something’s happened to your girlfriend. We don’t know what to do.” Despite their best efforts, your friends couldn’t calm you down. Your meltdown persisted, each passing moment stretching into eternity as the world spun out of control around you. After what felt like an eternity, the familiar sound of Matt’s voice broke through the chaos like a beacon of hope. “What’s going on? Is she okay?” Your friends explained the situation as best they could, their words rushed and frantic with worry. But even their voices seemed distant and far away, drowned out by the storm raging inside your mind. And then, just when it felt like all hope was lost, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd. Matt, your anchor in the storm, pushed his way through the throng of concerned faces, his eyes searching desperately for you.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice soft and steady as he knelt beside you. Your friends explained everything, their words a blur as you struggled to focus through the fog of your panic. But Matt didn’t need words to understand. He simply wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in a comforting embrace. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the chaos. “I’m here now. You’re safe.” Slowly, as if drawn by the gravity of his touch, the panic began to recede, leaving behind a sense of calm in its wake. You clung to him like a lifeline, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you buried your face against his chest. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, holding you close as he gently rocked you back and forth. “I’ve always got you.” And in that moment, surrounded by the steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his embrace, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would always find refuge in his arms.

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Gentle Confessions — Blarg x Reader

confession, first date, request❤️

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the park as you sat beside Matt on the weathered wooden bench. Your heart hammered in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears as you wrestled with the words you longed to say. You stole a glance at Matt, his profile bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun. He was engrossed in recounting a funny story from his childhood, his laughter filling the air. You couldn’t help but smile at his infectious joy, but beneath the surface, your nerves churned like a tempest. As Matt’s laughter faded into the background, a heavy silence settled between you, broken only by the distant chirping of crickets. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, the fabric twisting anxiously between your fingers. The words sat heavy on your tongue, begging to be released, but fear held them captive, trapping them in the recesses of your mind. Finally, you summoned the courage to speak, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“Matt, there’s something I need to tell you,” you began, your words stumbling over each other in their haste to escape. “It’s just… I’ve never been with anyone before. Like, I’ve never kissed anyone or held hands romantically. You’re actually my first boyfriend.” Matt’s eyes widened in surprise, his expression a mix of shock and curiosity. “Wow,” he breathed, his voice soft with wonder. “I had no idea. Thank you for trusting me enough to share that with me.” You nodded, feeling a rush of relief wash over you at his understanding. “It’s just… I’ve always been so afraid of getting close to someone, of letting them see me vulnerable,” you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion. “But with you, it’s different. I feel safe, like I can be myself without fear of judgment.” Matt reached out, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m honored that you feel that way about me,” he said sincerely, his eyes filled with warmth.

“And I want you to know that I’ll always cherish and respect your boundaries. We can take things as slow as you need to.” Tears welled up in your eyes, moved by his kindness and acceptance. “Thank you,” you whispered, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life.” As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in shades of orange and gold, a gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it a sense of peace and possibility. You and Matt sat in companionable silence, the weight of your shared revelation lingering in the air like a whispered promise.With a soft sigh, Matt leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against yours in a gesture of comfort and solidarity. "You know, I've never really been good at this whole relationship thing either," he confessed, a sheepish grin playing at the corners of his lips. "But with you, it just feels right. Like we're figuring it out together, one nervous confession at a time."

A laugh bubbled up from deep within you, the sound ringing out like music in the quiet of the evening. "Yeah," you agreed, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "I guess we're both stumbling through this whole love thing together, huh?" Matt nodded, his gaze warm and affectionate as he looked at you. "Together," he echoed softly, as if the word held a world of promise and possibility. And as you sat together on that park bench, bathed in the soft glow of twilight, you knew that this was only the beginning of your journey together. With each nervous confession and shared moment of vulnerability, you were building something beautiful and real—a love that was strong enough to weather any storm, and brave enough to embrace the uncertainties of the future.