#I’ve been crying on and off ever since I got back home earlier

[herbaklava]

I had the most emotionally draining day today.

[artssslut2]

It’s Perfect

Art x reader x Patrick

Summary: you and Art are finally finding out the gender of your baby.

Previous Part: Not What Hes Made For

You were six months pregnant with you and your husbands Art’s first baby. You were feeling so much better now than you did in your first trimester Art was very relieved. You had some pretty intense mood swings though and every time you saw Art you wanted him more than ever. Art was exhausted from how often you needed him to fuck you, but he wasn’t complaining. Today was finally the day you were gonna find out the gender of the baby, you would’ve found out earlier but you had been so busy traveling with Art on tour. Art had one month of the tour left than you guys could get into full baby prepping mode because he would mostly be training and going to a few close matches and tournaments. You both were dying to know the gender of your baby, you were sure it was a boy and Art was sure it was a girl so did Patrick. There was a lot of competitiveness in your relationship but only fun stuff never serious.

You were standing at your full length mirror finishing your makeup before the appointment, Art just got back from training. He came into the bedroom and wrapped his arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek and putting his hands under your growing bump. As you suspected Art could not keep his hands off your belly, he was even more protective of you now then he had been in the past. Always holding you close to him at events, matches, interviews. Art would talk to the baby every single night before bed telling them about his day and how excited he was to meet them.

“Art your all sweaty! Go shower” you laughed pushing him away playfully,

“I can’t stay away from you it’s too hard you’re just so sexy” he said desperately, he had definitely been obsessed with you since he got you pregnant. You kissed him before he went to take a shower.

You and your husband sat in the waiting room hand in hand waiting to be called.

“Are you nervous?” He looked at you smiling, his leg bouncing with anxiety

“No. Yes. I don’t know.” You blurted out unsure of how you felt. Art chuckled,

“I’m nervous. I don’t know why but I am. I really don’t care what the baby is.” He admitted, you smiled at him giving his hand a tight squeeze when the nurse called your name.

“Y/N Donaldson” you loved hearing Donaldson at the end of your name, you always smiled after someone said it.

The nurse squirted gel on your stomach as you leaned back still holding Arts hand

“Are you two finding out the sex today?”

“Yes” you both said in unison.

The appointment felt so long, all routine stuff then finally the doctor came in and asked

“Ready to find out what your baby is?” You both just nodded eagerly. You could feel how nervous Art was. The doctor moved the wand around your growing belly for a minute, she smiled to herself before looking at the two of you

“It looks like the two of you are having a little… girl.” She said smiling. You felt your heart pounding, you couldn’t help the huge smile on your face. You laughed with joy then looked up at your husband. He has the biggest smile you had ever seen him have, big tears welling in his eyes falling down his face. He leaned over you to hug you.

“Oh my gosh” you said now your eyes tearing up too. Art kissed your head then your lips. You didn’t notice the doctor had left the room. Art was still wrapped around you crying.

“Thank you.” He murmured,

“For what?” You asked pulling him up to look at you.

“For giving me everything I’ve ever wanted” he told you. You kissed him while smiling.

You both sat in the car on the drive home,

“You were right you know.” You told your husband moving some hair from his forehead,

“About what?” He glanced at you

“It’s a girl, just like you thought.” You smiled stroking his arm

“Oh yeah I guess I was right. It’s kind of a pattern lately.” He teased, you laughed bumping his arm playfully.

As you pulled into your driveway you saw a familiar car already there, Patrick’s. You’d always find Patrick at your house even if he wasn’t invited, neither of you minded though he was family. Art ran around to your door opening it and helping you out of the car. You didn’t really need help but art didn’t want you to have to do any extra work when you were carry his baby. You walked into the house seeing Patrick bent down by the fridge rummaging through it.

“You guys took forever. What is it, do I have a niece or nephew?” He asked hurrying towards you two. You and art shared a loving look

“A girl.” Art smiled proudly, Patrick’s face lit up

“No way! We were right?” He nearly jumped into Arts arms, you laughed watching the two

“Yes we were right!” Art cheered. Patrick came over to you and carefully pulled you into a big hug, the best he could at least due to your bump that was a lot bigger than the last time he saw it. This was the first time Patrick had seen either of you in months since you left for tour.

“Jesus Christ your huge, fuck!” Patrick said pulling away and looking at you.

“Patrick!” Art pushed him, then you all broke out into a laugh knowing Patrick didn’t mean any harm.

“Hey let’s all go out to eat and celebrate you have no food here. On me!” Patrick said pulling you both out the door “I’ll call y/f/n she can meet us there” Patrick said trying not to make a big deal. You and Art shared a smirk knowing it was getting serious between them. Patrick never brought girls around like this.

Dinner was so much fun it felt so good to be home for a few nights, seeing your friends updating them on the baby and life lately. Them doing the same. It was very obvious that Patrick was in love with y/f/n he had never been like this before. So touchy feely and affectionate, making sure she was having fun and happy. It was really sweet. Art always had a hand on you, most of the times on your little girl. He was so in love with you and all you were doing to give him a family.

Later that night you and Art were laying in bed watching tv, Art was rubbing your feet as he did every night even if you didn’t ask.

“I was thinking about names.” You told him making him look back at you curiously.

“Yeah?” He asked coming up to lay by you.

“I want to name her after someone special” you said stroking his bicep “I was thinking since your grandmothers name was Lilian what if we name the baby Lily?” Art just looked at you, for a second you thought he didn’t like it

“I’ve always really liked the name. And I thought it would be nice since you know it’s not exactly the same but it’s still similar and I-“ you rambled like you did when you got nervous

“Really?” Art asked looking like he was gonna start crying again “you would do that?”

“Of course. I mean I loved your grandma too and it’s a beautiful name but if you don’t like it-“

“No I love it l. It’s perfect.” He said in awe of you, placing a hand over your belly. Now you were crying at least you could blame hormones.

“Lily Donaldson.” You said processing the name,

“Lily Donaldson.” He repeated smiling happily.

“It feel so much more real now” you said to him,

“Yeah it does, I can’t wait to meet you Lily girl” Art said kissing your belly. That is where he fell asleep. That’s where he slept more often than not nowadays. Your little girl already had her dad wrapped around her finger.

[katnisspeetaprim]

Lost Keys and Soaked Clothes

Warnings: angst, being cold from rain, swearing, established relationship Hope this is good for you! I've been finding inspiration hard recently so I tried my best!

Word Count: 1130 M.list

Your little Fiat that you’d had since you passed your test had finally clonked out on you, so you were currently down a car until you found a new one. That’s why you found yourself in a pickle when you had an important doctors appointment, and no way to get there.

Being the amazing boyfriend he is, Jungkook didn’t even bat an eye at offering you the keys to his shiny new Mercedes Benz. Needless to say, you were hesitant to accept the keys from him.

‘Just take them, I trust you!’ He laughed as he jangled the keys in front of you and you just stared at him with a frown.

‘Can’t you drive? You know how I feel about driving such an expensive car...’ You trailed off at the end. When he first got the car, he was excited to show off the fancy machine to you and insisted that you test drove it with him. He neglected to tell you how much it actually cost until you were driving down the road, causing you to slam the breaks on and demand he switch back to driving. Luckily the street was deserted.

‘Come on, you’re being dramatic.’ He rolled his eyes and basically forced the keys into your palm. ‘Besides, you know I would, but I have important meetings today.’ He smiled apologetically and turned to wonder down the hallway, before speaking over his shoulder as he walked.

‘I don’t know why you’re worrying so much. You’re a good driver.’ Jungkook laughed as you sulked to the front door and mumbling under your breath,

‘This is going to be the slowest I’ve ever driven...’

Turns out, Jungkook’s car was a piece of cake to drive, much smoother than your own car, so now you felt silly about the way you reacted earlier.

It was dark and pouring rain by the time you returned home. The car park for the gated community was in a covered lot, but unfortunately you would still have to brave the elements to get to your apartment complex.

You sighed in relief as you all but fell into the warm building reception and pulled down your soaked hood. You brushed the droplets of water from your bag, before beginning to dig through.

Ok. You had your elevator pass... But where the heck are Jungkook’s car keys!? Your eyes widened and your heartbeat accelerated as you practically dumped the contents of your bag out to no avail. You had them a moment ago... How could you loose them!?

‘Crap! What am I going to do?’ You whispered to yourself, ignoring the strange look the building caretaker shot you. You couldn’t go back to the apartment without the keys, Jungkook trusted you after all.

Without even pulling your hood back up, you rushed back out into the chilling rain. You had to have dropped them between the parking lot and the front door of the complex, so all you had to do was re trace your steps... Simple.

No, not simple. You’d been frantically searching the ground for about an hour with no luck. You were shivering and your hands were scratched up and numb, due to you digging around the gardens, just in case.

‘Fuck!’ You screamed out in frustration. You couldn’t take it out here anymore. You were drenched in rain and your coat was definitely soaked through. You also began to feel unwell because of how cold you actually were.

You dejectedly trudged back into your building, trying not to cry. You didn’t want to face Jungkook, but you knew you needed to warm up, before you made yourself any sicker. As soon as you stepped through the front door, Jungkook was immediately on you, tightly gripping onto your upper arms.

‘Where were you!?’ You gasped out and stared up at him wide eyed and mouth hung open. You weren’t expecting to come face to face with him as soon as you opened the door, let alone be grabbed like that.

‘I-I-‘ He cut you off before you could even get your words out.

‘I’ve been calling you none stop! I thought something happened to you!’ He shook you slightly as he screamed at you.  You hadn’t even heard your phone ringing, having been too preoccupied with searching for his keys.

His grip on your arms was so tight now, that it was starting to hurt. You knew he didn’t mean to hurt you, he was just worried about you, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

‘Ah! Kook you’re hurting me!’ Jungkook instantly snapped out of whatever state his mind was in and his face softened as he immediately backed up.

‘I-I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry, I was just scared something happened...’ You rubbed your arms when he let go and you unconsciously took a step back. Jungkook was hurt that you felt the need to back away from him, but he also understood why you had.

‘It’s fine.’ You sighed and took a step back towards him, reaching out to take his hand. ‘I should have been paying attention to my phone.’

‘Where were you anyway?’ He sighed as his eyes met yours, but you couldn’t keep the contact and stared down to your feet. Your shoes had made a muddy mess on the wooden floor...You couldn’t hide it from him.

‘I uh... IlostyourcarkeysandIwastryingtofindthem!’ You suddenly blurted out, taking him by surprise.

‘Wait... What?’ He stared at you, eyebrows raised in confusion. You took a deep breath and spoke slower this time.

‘I dropped your car keys and I tried to retrace my steps but I couldn’t find them and then-‘

‘Babe!’ Jungkook cut off your ramblings and grabbed your arms again, but much more gently this time. He let out a short laugh before shaking his head.

‘I don’t care about some stupid keys! I can replace keys, but I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me...’  You nodded with a sad smile as he pulled you into a tight embrace. You sighed out in relief  when his warm skin made contact with your frozen form.

As soon as he Jungkook made contact with you, he jumped away just as fast, almost as if he’d ben stung by something.

‘Shit you’re freezing!’ It was just now that he’d calmed down that he noticed the state you were actually in. Soaking wet.

‘You need to get out of those clothes before you get sick!’ He gently grabbed your wrist and led you to the bathroom, where he proceeded to run you a warm bath, and pamper you for the rest of the night.

If you knew this is how he’d react to you loosing his keys, you would have done it way sooner.

[s-4pphics]

scent of the pine. 5 (e.w)

*takes off grad cap* alright . here we go. 

wc;cw: 17.1k everybody died, sistersbestfriend!ellie, guitarist/producer!ellie, violinist!oc, age gap(three years), all ocs r blackcoded, SMUT!! MDNI!!!, phone sex, masturbation, mean ellie, weed alcohol nics yall know wassup, dubcon, virginity loss, masochism LOL, light bondage, dirty talk, ASSSPLAAAYYY😝, dp, mult. orgasms, subspace and drop, squirting, slapping(face ass tits pussy lol), toys, slight angst but also fluff, just lots of spit n cum

You’ve been very gloomy these past couple of months. 

You hadn’t stopped thinking about Ellie since you left her home that morning, up until you and Arya jumped on the train to return to campus. 

You’d never be able to express to Arya how much you appreciated her presence: she allowed you to cry, whine, pout, and sniffle about how much you missed Ellie, and she comforted you through all of it with gentle whispers of you’re gonna be fine, bitch! you’re gonna get piped down soon! I promise! Although you felt a bit selfish dumping your girl problems on her, she never made you feel guilty and justified that you always listened to her ramble about her hook-ups and high rambles. The only time she’d ever complained about anything related to your sorrowful monologues about missing Ellie’s laugh and smile and tongue was when you two had to work on your Music & Production Theory assignment (I’m gonna kill you if we fail and you’ll die dickless! Don’t play with me!). 

…But other than that, she’s been so sweet!

Ellie has also been keeping in touch ever since you left. She sent you snaps of Duchess zooming around the house, her meals for the day, and three-second voice memos of her new project she was working on. You knew that she’d been flying back and forth to California and had a packed schedule with her producer friends whenever she was there, but your heart couldn’t help but turn gray when you wouldn’t hear from her for a few days. 

Now it's March, and you and Arya are sitting on the floor as you glared searing holes into your phone. Ellie sent you a text when you were in class earlier saying that she missed your voice and was going to call you the second she had the opportunity. And you weren’t going to miss it. Ellie was worth wasting your Saturday night on! 

“I’m not gonna lie girl,” Arya's voice cut through your intense phone-staring. “I’ve definitely had my dickmatized moments but you’re kinda crazy.” 

You looked up at Arya as she carefully packed her blunt to get ready for her smoke sesh with her friends, concerned look on her face. It made you frown. 

“What, why? What’d I do?” You asked with your brows pulled down. 

And before you could hear her answer, you got a notification. You nearly snapped your wrists at the speed your hands flew to grab your phone to see if it was Ellie, your eyes bulging at your screen, only to see that your sister snapped you. You sighed in slight disappointment before opening it. 

You ignored Arya’s snickering. 

Your sister sent you a picture of her with hairspray and a lighter in her hand with a caption IM MOVING TF OUT I CANT TAKE THIS SHIT NO MORE BUGS R EVERYWHERE WHAT IN THE FUCK.

You couldn’t hold in your laugh as you snapped her back before Arya stood and went to the bathroom with a change of clothes in hand. 

You heard the shower turn on as you got up and onto your bed to mindlessly scroll through Twitter. 

After ten minutes of scrolling through a Best Euphoria Character breakdown thread, you got a text from Ellie, and you nearly squealed in excitement. 

hiiii im sorry i havent been able to b on my phone like that :( been super busy with this sample

i just wanted 2 let u know that i might have 2 call u another time we still have a bunch of layering to do for this track n we’re on a timer. i miss u so fucking bad 

You couldn’t ignore the sadness in your chest, but you texted back understandingly anyway. 

it’s ok :( i miss u too. miss ur voice :( 

Her reply bubble immediately popped up. 

i know baby fuckkkk i miss ur voice so fucking bad im ab to start asking 4 daily voice memos 🤨

You smiled at your screen so wide. 

LOOOOOOOL ur annoying 

You typed and sent a follow up before she could. 

go back 2 work 🥰🥰

kiss :( 

mwah 

mwah mwah mwah

You put your phone on your chest, and you couldn’t stop the smile that grew on your face. She made you so, so happy. 

The bathroom door opened, steam from the warm water exiting the room along with a towel-clad Arya. 

“What you cheesin’ so hard for, girl?” She said as she grabbed her edge control off her desk. 

“Nothin’,” you said with a dreamy sigh as you stared off past her. 

“…Uh huh, I’m heading out soon, I’ll be back late tonight, so don’t wait up.” She said with a smirk. 

“Don’t forget to send me your location,” you reminded her. 

She let out a quick course, baby before she went back into the bathroom. 

You went back to scrolling through Twitter until your eyelids got heavy. A comfortably dressed Arya—she’s definitely getting some— kissed your forehead and dimmed your dorm lights before she left, and you dozed off. 

You jolted awake as Rotation blasted in your ears. You drowsily picked your phone up and saw a el:3🌲 and 2:34AM across your home screen. 

You perked up immediately to answer, sitting up so fast that you went lightheaded for a second. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi, you,” Ellie’s light voice rang through the phone. “Were you sleep? M’sorry, we can talk la— “

“No! No, I’m up, I was just napping, hi,” you said as you grinned softly at her laugh, laying on your back. “You’re up late. Did you guys finish?” 

“No, but we were exhausted, so we called off for the night. And one of my partners kept rambling about this girl he needed to call, so,” Her voice was already making you squirm. Thank god she couldn’t see you. “But I wanted to talk to you, couldn’t help myself.” 

“Oh my god, you’re so obsessed, damn,” you said with a giggle. 

“Fuuuuck yeah, sooo obsessed, need to drink your bath water, shit, I think I’m dying!” she said in an overly desperate, dried out tone, making you laugh harder. 

Both of your laughs calmed down before she started talking, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Umm…” She sounded a bit nervous, and it instantly made you antsy. “I know you’re not gonna be back for a couple weeks or whatever, but I just… like I was gonna ask if you wanted to do something, like just the two of us…” 

And a sly grin grew on your face. “Ellie… are you asking me out, right now?” 

The other line was silent as you heard her move around and sigh before she spoke. “…This was literally the worst way to ask a girl out, fuck, m’sorry— “

You cut through her jittery rambles. “Ellie, stop apologizing! That’s so cute! Of course, I’ll go out with you!” 

You heard her release a deep breath as she said, “Fuck, thank god, holy shit, I was so nervous. It’s been so long since I’ve done that. Almost shoved my vape down my throat.” 

You laughed as your heart beat quickened. “You really gonna wine and dine me when I come home? We’re that serious?” 

“Ohhh, we're that serious, you're eating nothing but lobster and pasta when I see you, swear to god.” 

You snorted at her, “Okay, sugar daddy, get me a new car while you're at it. With insurance.” 

“Anything you want, baby.” She said with a sleazy laugh. 

You hummed at her offer in attempts to mask the pounding of your heart, but she mocked you, humming back at you in a higher tone. 

“Shut up! I’m just thinking!” 

“Oh, yeah? About what?” 

You suddenly felt shy as her voice lowered. It was so much deeper. “Just… just you, I guess, I dunno, miss you.” 

You heard her shuffle again before she asked softly, a smirk evident in her tone, “You miss me?”

You let out a quiet, but eager mhm! as your tummy swirled with want. 

You listened to her gentle breathing before she asked, “Your roomie home?” 

And your heartbeat picked up, your eyes fluttering as your blinking slowed. 

“N-no, she’s gone.” 

“Then lay down for me, baby.” 

You instantly fell on your back, your scarfed head hitting your silk pillows. Your face was boiling hot, “I am.” 

“You sound nervous, you good?” she asked you gently. 

“M’great, just… yeah, I’m okay, want you to keep talking.” 

“Stop me whenever, you understand?” Her tone was much more serious, and it made your thighs clench, your boyshorts growing wetter. 

You whined out a uhhuh!, but she corrected you immediately, “Say you understand.” 

“I understand! I get it, El!” Fuck, you wished she were here to touch you. To scold you in person. 

You heard giggling and more shuffling around through the speaker, “You gotta shirt on?” 

“Mhm.” 

She chuckled lightly, “Take it off, take off everything while you're at it.” 

Your heartbeat spiked, “But Arya might come back.” 

“That’s why you have a blanket, honey.” 

…Fair. 

You quickly set your phone on your pillow, reaching for the hem of your shirt, lifting it up to pull it over your head, tossing it to the floor. You arched your ass up to pull your boyshorts off and kicked them to the foot of your bed. You reached for your phone again. 

“Okay, m’ready now.” 

“Such a cutie,” she cooed at you. You could hear the grin through her words. “Gonna make you cum so hard the second I get my hands on you.” 

You whimpered into the speaker as your walls squeezed. Fuck, fuckfuck. 

“You make me go fuckin’ crazy, can’t stop thinking about you.” 

“M-me, too.” 

“Yeah? What d’you think about?” 

Say it! your brain yelled at you. She already knows you’re a slut, just say what you want! 

“...Umm…” 

“Talk to me, baby, about anything you want.” 

You gulped, heart pounding in your ears, “Your… your hands? They’re… really nice.” 

“Yeah? What about ‘em is nice?” 

“Ellie…” 

“Like when they touch you all over, when they hold you down?” 

“Yes,” you barely whispered as your free hand traveled down your body. Not touching anywhere specifically, just roaming. 

“Know you do, they get you so fuckin’ hot,” She breathed through the line. “Wanna touch yourself?” 

“Yeah, w’na so bad.” 

“Say please.” 

“Ellieee— “ 

She cut off your embarrassed whines with a nastily casual tone, “I'll hang up right now. Ask nicely.” 

You balled your traveling hand up in a fist as you pleaded with an upset pout, “Please, Ellie.” 

“Please what.” 

“… Please help me?” 

“….”

“C’mon Ellie! Please make me cum! I wanna cum!” 

Her condescending laugh pierced through your ears, “Touch those pretty fuckin’ tits since I didn’t get to before you left.” 

You moaned out as your pointer finger and thumb rolled your stiffened nipple as you squirmed. 

“They’re so fucking sensitive, got my sheets so wet when I played with ‘em. Wan’em in my mouth again, shit.” 

You pulled at your other nipple, and you let out a moan into the speaker. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, miss you so fucking bad.” 

“Miss you so much, Ellie, can’t wait t’see you.” You cried out quietly. Your pussy was clenching with need. 

“Touch your pussy, babygirl, rub your clit. Get it nice and wet f’me.” 

You followed her instructions at a lightning speed, spreading your legs wider and reaching your hand all the way down to bring your slick to your clit. Your breathing picked up as you slowly rubbed it into your bud, hips jerking. 

“Tell me how wet it is,” you could hear how shaky her voice was getting, breathing labored. She was touching herself to you touching yourself, and it was making you wetter. It made you burn. It made you want to get her there. 

“M’really wet, El,” you mewled out to her, trying to ignore your bashfulness. 

“Yeah? S’dripping on your bed like it did on mine?” 

“Shit, yes, I feel it.” 

“Fuuuck, bet it’s so fucking tight, gonna break that pretty pussy in so good.” 

“Want you to. Want you inside me s’bad, please.” 

“Gonna give you whatever you want, promise, shit.”

You felt that feeling coming over you before you could think, “Think m’gonna cum, baby—“

“Already? Always cum so fucking quick—“

“I-I just miss you!” 

“Then cum for me, love.” 

“G’na, daddy!” You heard her groan at the name. 

“Fuuuuck!” You heard the wet sounds from her pussy over her groans and whines of your name, and that swelling feeling in your gut exploded.

All you could get out was a garbled cumming! as your thighs shook in your pleasure, your fingers quickly rubbing your clit as your hips bucked towards the friction. It felt so much better because you knew she was listening. 

“Don’t fucking stop, you’re gonna cum again.” She scolded when your fingers slowed and your breathing slowed.

“E-Ellieee—!”

“You wanted to cum so bad, right? Then fucking cum, fuck that pussy,” she must’ve been close: her breathing was heavier and shaky, the wet sounds from her side increasing. 

You put your phone on speaker and set it on your pillow, propping yourself up on your elbow so you could fuck yourself easier. You’ve never successfully made yourself cum like this, but you slid your middle finger in experimentally anyway. You released a light gasp at the stretch. You were so soft and slippery on the inside, your clit twitching as you wiggled around in search for that spot that Ellie found so easily. 

“D-Do me a favor?” she gasped out to you. 

“U-Uh huh?” 

She let out a breathy laugh, “Put your pussy on the phone so I can nut?” 

You laughed with her, shaking your head as you grabbed it with your free hand. You placed it between your legs, thrusting your finger in and out, “Can you hear it?” 

“Yeah, babe, fuck.” 

You let out a moan with her, slowly fucking yourself and bringing your other hand over to rub your clit, hips jolting at the sensitivity. You both were moaning each other's name as you chased your pleasure in unison. You let out a loud moan when you prodded that squishy spot that made you black out the last time you saw Ellie. You hit it as hard as you could, pussy squelching around your fingers and belly swirling. 

“Gonna make me cum, shit, sounds so fucking hot,” she whined out in between heavy pants. 

“Cum with me, El? Please?” You rubbed your clit faster.

“Gonnagonna, fuck, m’so close—!”

You let out a shout of her name as it hit you, your fingers trapped between the tight grip of your walls. You rubbed your clit as you grinded into your pussy, your head falling back as your hips rocked back and forth to ride it out. You tried to quiet your wails as Ellie came with you, letting out obscenities while she talked you through it. You could hear how fast her fingers were moving and it made another wave wash over you, your cunt giving one last bone-crushing squeeze as its twitching calmed. 

You pulled your drenched fingers out and slowly rubbed your clit as you came down, listening to Ellie’s quieting gasps of pleasure. You reached to grab a couple tissues from your work desk, wiping your fingers and pussy before grabbing your phone to set on your pillow. You heard her shuffle before she spoke. 

“You okay, babe?”

“Yeah… wish you were here,” you answered with a pout. 

“I know, a couple more weeks’n I’m all yours.” 

“S’all I’m thinking about,” you said gently. “Go get some rest.” 

“Don’t want you to gooooo,” you heard her pouting. It made your heart skip. “Stay on the phone with me?

“Don’t you have to get up early tomorrow?” 

“…Yeah…”

“Right. You had a long day, go to bed.” Even though the sound of her breathing would lull you to sleep faster, you could only imagine how drained she must’ve been. 

“Fine,” you heard her sigh in resignation. 

“Sleep well,” you cheesed widely. 

“I’ll try, promise. Mmmmwaaah!” she sent a goofy kiss through the speaker. You sent one back. 

“Night, El.” 

“Night, baby.” 

You hung up your line, throwing your phone on your pillow as you sat up to go to the bathroom. 

You missed her scent so much. 

Your sister was very in love. And lonely. 

It’s been almost three weeks since she’s seen Isaiah. 

She was typically good at keeping her sneaky links on the low, only calling them to fulfill her needs in the middle of the night, buy her drinks, smoke her the fuck out whenever she wanted, but she never expected to miss one of them or wait for their calls. Fuck time zones!

When Isaiah and your sister first started hooking up, it started off normal. Quick, but nastily satisfying fucks in hotel rooms (that he paid for, city girl shit), smashing in his rental car before his studio session, in her car before she went to work; it was strictly sexual for months, and she was fine with him constantly flying back and forth! 

Until he returned from California with a new strain that he said reminded him of her. She damn near bought a ring to propose to him herself. He smoked her out, she had one of the best highs of her life, and he gave her the craziest head on her couch, how could she not want him?! 

And now he’s gone, making beats in California again as she sat and thought about his voice. His scent.

Why did California always keep the most important people away from her?! 

Thinking about that city always gives her a headache. She ignited the packed bowl of her pipe, staring holes into the black screen of her phone as she waited for his call. 

You were editing another compilation of you playing all four seasons of Vivaldi as Arya snored on your shoulder. Your subs were going to eat this one up! 

The train Wi-Fi was kicking your ass and was this close to fucking up your render, but you were managing. 

You stretched your wrists, and you leaned back from your small tray table, resting against your head against the rest and grabbing your phone. 

You got a text from Ellie! 

hiiiii baby can’t wait 2 c u 

got smth cute planned :)

You didn’t notice the smile that spread on your face as you typed. 

so excited :( wanna smell u so bad 

You were about to set your phone down, but a text bubble popped up. 

yeah? wna smell u too 

gonna shove my nose in that pussy and inhale 😛

IMMA EAT IT RAAAHH

Your entire body flushed hot as you shook your head. 

AYOOOOO??

UR FUCKDIGNNSTUPIDD GET OFF MY PHONE

LFMAKOAAOOAAO 

kissie b4 i go? :(

mwahmwahmwah

mmmmmwwah

You set your phone down as you cheesed dumbly. 

You wished this train would hurry the fuck up! 

Your mom had come to pick you and Arya up from the station with slices of her freshly baked pineapple upside-down cake, kisses, and strong hugs. You never got used to being away from her months at a time; You'd missed her warm embrace so much. 

You had a couple of days to yourself before you and Ellie's first date and… just thinking about it made your heart beat faster. 

She’d texted you when you got home, telling you to dress up in something fancy. Would she buy you a fancy dinner? Take you to an art gallery? A night on the town in the city? The possibilities were endless with her! 

Arya had been telling you that you needed to buy some… things for when the two of you get “freak nasty”, so she offered to drive you to the mall (no more fruit panties, you're an adult now!, she’d scolded you). While you were excited for what happened after your date, you didn’t want it to be narrowed down to that; You loved spending time with Ellie. You just got her back in your life, and you wanted to appreciate every moment that you could get with her when she wasn't working. You felt so happy when she was around. 

… But of course, Arya wasn’t hearing that. 

“Girl, you can save all that sappy shit for the wedding, do you want crotchless panties under your—“ She paused her waving of the… very exposed pair of pink underwear as she remembered something. “Oh fuck, you don’t have a dress!” 

“…I was thinking about just wearing my prom dr— “

“Don’t even finish that fuckin’ sentence, are you serious?! Your prom dress? On your first date? You needa be slapped for that!” She said, irritated as she glared at you. You glared back at her attitude, now just as annoyed. 

“What do you expect me to do?! I’m not… I’m not like you guys, okay? This typa shit is easy for y’all. You know how hard it is for me to… do things like this. Why do you think I’ve been single this whole time?!” You said with a hurt frown. 

You knew she never meant any harm whenever she scolded you about your romantic situations, —or lack thereof—but that didn’t mean it hurt your feelings any less. You’re just starting to come into yourself and your appearance, and you need her, and everyone else, to be patient with you. 

Arya must’ve sensed the pain and discomfort in your voice because her glare slowly fell, a gentle replacement immediately overtaking her expression. She set the panties back down onto the display table and grabbed your shoulders. 

“M’sorry babe, okay?” She said softly, and you nodded as you looked off into the distance in rigid forgiveness; You knew she didn’t like that. “Look at me.” 

Your eyes slowly met hers before she quietly spoke. “I’m sorry, I want the best for you, that’s all.” 

She continued as your eyes watered. Just a little glisten! “You’re such a beautiful person—inside’n out and I want you to feel that way, even more so now because of that dick-slangin’ girlfriend of yours!” 

“You’re annoying,” you joked as you laughed quietly, making her smile. 

“It’s true! You’re my baby’n I love you.” 

“Love you,” you mumbled into her shoulder as she pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a light kiss to the side of your head before pulling back. 

She spun around and pointed towards the 30% off on all thongs! sign at the front of the store. 

“Can you buy one, at least?” she said in half-joking exasperation, pout on her face. 

“…Sure,” You relented with a sigh. “I might not wear it for the date, though!” 

“That’s fine, mama! Just wanna make sure you got one for safe keeping!” She said slyly as she stuck her tongue out. 

You shook your head as you made your way over to the rack, eyeing the pine green thong on the mannequin. 

Two days passed and you were getting ready for your first date! You couldn’t believe it! 

After Arya drove the two of you to the airport to pick up Kris and Starr, they’d spent the night at your place so they could see you off before Ellie came to pick you up. 

Starr helped you wax your eyebrows and legs: she offered to wax your cooch, but you were scared and a little embarrassed at the thought of your friends seeing you so… exposed. You knew your friends didn’t care about seeing you naked, but you were still a bit sheltered with them. I’ll stick to my razor! you'd said. 

Kris was pressing your hair while Arya helped you glue your lashes on as you frantically checked the time with a bouncy knee. 6:33… 6:34… 6:36!

Even though Ellie said that your reservation was at seven-thirty, you still needed to get dressed, had to count for the drive, potential stops for gas… and what if there was an accident on the road and it made you both late… oh, god what if you both caused the accident—!

“Bro, can you calm the hell down— “ 

“Y’know, I’m getting really sick of y’all asking the girl with anxiety to calm down—!”

“Stop moving and hold your ear down!” 

You thanked god your mom was out on a wine night; She didn’t need her night ruined with you and your friends bickering. 

You grabbed your ear in a tight downward pinch with a harsh sigh, moving it so Kris could straighten your baby hairs. Even with all this frantic movement from everyone in the room, they made it clear that they didn’t want you to see your final look until the very end, blocking all mirrors available with their bodies. 

After fifteen minutes of… pure chaos, your hair laid flat, and your face was beat. You pressed kisses all over your friends’ faces with breathy iloveyouthankyou’s before grabbing your dress and undergarments to sprint to your bathroom, making sure not to look at yourself even though you desperately wanted to. 

You shut the door with a deep and heavy exhale. You looked at your dress with pounding in your ears: it was a floor length, black velvet maxi dress with lace detailed sleeves. It accentuated your bust so a little cleavage was showing (I, personally, would have my nipples out, but this is cute, too! you recalled Arya saying in the dressing room); It was so… classy. You felt like an adult when you tried it on. You hope Ellie likes it. 

You shook off your insecurities before they could terrorize you and removed your tee, underwear, and sweatpants. You put your pine green, lacy strapless bra on with the thong to match, adjusting it so… your pussy could fucking breathe how do people wear this shit everywhere they go! 

You grabbed your dress and stepped into it, carefully pulling it up and over your shoulders. You straightened it out with your hand, making sure no wrinkles were in it before you took a breath, opened the door, and walked out to your bedroom.

Starr was the first one you made eye-contact with and she damn near fell out of your desk chair and onto the floor. Your eyes widened as the other two turned with excited gasps and shrieks. 

“OH MY FUCKIN’ GOD WHAT THEFUCK—!”

“You’re so fucking fine, holy shit—!”

“If it don’t work out with ol’ girl, you know where to find me—!”

You shook your head at them before dropping your gaze to your floor so that they couldn’t see your small smile, your face flushed, “Okay, okay, can I look now?” 

“Yeah baby, turn around!” Kris said excitedly as she grabbed your shoulders with an encouraging squeeze. 

You spun around and was immediately met with someone who… did not look like you. At all. Even your brain was too stunned to speak. What the fuck? 

The girls' excited expressions slowly dropped when they witnessed your shocked reaction, but you weren’t upset at all. Just… surprised. In a good way. 

“What’s the matter, honey?” Kris asked you gently from behind with concerned eyes, meeting yours in the mirror. 

“…I’m just really— “ 

THROW IT IN ROTATION! (THR—)

You jumped towards your phone on your dresser, nearly knocking your lamp off it. You answered immediately when you saw who it was. 

“Hello?” 

“Hiiiii, m’downstairs!” Ellie said giddily, and your spirit brightened. You smiled widely, and the girls followed. 

“I’m coming down right now, just needa put my shoes on!” 

“Ok, is it fine if I come in for a sec or?” 

“Yeah, it’s fine. The girls wanna meet you!” And they nodded eagerly in agreement. 

“… Fuck, now I’m scared.” 

“Don’t be! They’re so sweet, c’mon.” 

“K, gimme a sec, mmmmmwah!” she said goofily, you sending one back just as dopily before you ended the call. 

“Y’all gay as shit,” Starr said with a headshake, making the other girls snicker and jump in excitement. 

You, heels in hand, and your friends nearly jumped down the staircase to rip the front door off the hinges. 

The minute your eyes connected with Ellie’s, you had to stop yourself from dropping to your knees and doing something crazy. Fuck.

She was dressed in an all-black suit with a… fucking turtleneck underneath her jacket. Her sleeves were rolled up so her forearm tattoo was exposed. She had…Cuban links around her neck and wrists. Her hair was cut into a mullet—when the fuck did that happen, holy shit?!— and the two slits in her brow were more prominent. You noticed one of her hands was behind her back, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care about what she was hiding. You were, by all means, ready to fuck right now. You nearly said fuck the date. 

And by the darkening of her eyes as she took you in from head to toe, you could tell she was ready, too. 

“…Hey,” she said to all of you, but she kept eye contact with you. You stared back. 

“Hi! Nice to finally meet you, I’m Arya,” your best friend interrupted as she stuck her hand out towards your date. Her eyes left yours to politely greet your friends with cute smiles and handshakes. 

And then she turned to you, bringing her hidden arm around to hand you a burgundy sunflower wrapped in gold and pink ribbons and plastic. Evening sun! 

She stepped inside and into your space—she always smelled so fucking good! — as you took it from her hand with a gentle thank you. Her cheeks were so red as she whispered back of course before planting a soft kiss to your lips. You heard your friends squeal quietly. Neither of you cared, sucked into your own little universe. 

“Ready?” she whispered. You nodded excitedly with a toothy grin, stepping into your heels. She smiled back before taking your hand in hers. 

“Oh fuck, wait a second!” Kris said loudly before running upstairs. You looked at your two friends, confused. Starr smirked as Arya shrugged. 

Kris came running back down the stairs with a small backpack in her hand, giving it to you. 

“Packed you some… things. Might not see you for a few days,” she said slyly as she winked, causing Starr to snicker. What the hell was in this bag? 

“Be careful with our little baby, now! She’s fragile!” Starr called out. 

“Will do, don’t worry,” Ellie replied with a light laugh before turning to you to whisper, “C’mon, baby.” 

“Don’t forget to lock the door before you guys head out, keys under the mat,” you turned to say to your friends as you slowly walked out. “I love y’all!” 

Shouts of love you! and be safe! rung through your ears before you gently shut the door. Your back was immediately pressed up against it before you could think, Ellie craning her neck to connect your lips in a hot kiss. Your knees went weak. 

She pulled away before you could protest, looking you up and down, “Had to do that, fuck, you look gorgeous.” Your cheeks were so hot as you mumbled a quiet you, too!

“Think I’m gorgeous?” She hummed out with a small smile. You saw her cheeks shine a darker shade of pink.

You nodded with an mhm!, wrapping your arms around her neck to pull her in for another kiss. She grabbed your forearms and moved back with a shake of her head.

“Okay. No more bullshit, we’re classy tonight!” She said with a clap of her hands. 

“Just one more,” you shook your head with a pout as you attempted to move her closer. 

You shut your eyes when you saw her face move closer to yours before you heard her whisper a no against your lips. 

“C’mon, we’re gonna be late,” She said with a foxy grin. She took your hand in hers to lead you to her… sleek ass car, fucking shit! 

The heartbeat in your ears nearly deafened you. 

The restaurant was… impeccable. You thought Cheesecake Factory was fancy; They were nothing compared to this spot. It was dimly lit, crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, tables draped in a black cloth, marble plates, candles, bottles of champagne… This is wealth!

Ellie hadn’t let your hand go the entire car ride, all the way up until you reached the front desk to confirm your reservation. You both were led to an exclusive spot on the second-floor outdoor balcony so that the two of you were alone. You teared up at the sight in front of you.

Your small section was filled with lit lanterns, the decorative trees around your table wrapped in fairy lights, and your table was surrounded with rose petals. There was even a small flowerpot with an evening sun sticking out of it. The gesture was so simple, but your eyes watered with gratitude. You couldn’t believe she organized this for you.

“Like it?” She sounded so nervous next to you. You turned to face her and nodded with a sniffle.

“Such a crybaby, jesus,” she mumbled with a shaky laugh, reaching towards a napkin on the table to hand to you. You dabbed your eyes, minding your liner.

“This is so sweet, Ellie, oh my god,” you watched her expression fill with affection and doting before she pulled you in to kiss your forehead as she led you over to the table.

She grabbed the back of your chair to pull it out for you with an over-exaggerated call of m’lady!, ushering you to sit down. You laughed wetly before you sat with a thank you!

“I wasn’t joking when I said you can get whatever you want,” She stated as she circled the small table to get to her seat. “I’ll buy this place out if you ask, don’t give a fuck.” 

Fuckfuckfuck—!

“Ellie, this is prettiest place I’ve ever fucking been in, oh my god!” You said as you glanced around the room. 

“Ehhh, it’s alright,” she said with a cocky smirk, shrugging as she shook her jacket off her shoulders. You tried not to look at her toned arms too closely as you rolled your eyes. “Want some wine?” 

“Is… is that allowed?” 

“… It is tonight, shit— “

A man dressed in a black shirt, slacks, and apron cut her off with an introduction as your server, bowing his head in greeting. You noticed how he kept returning his gaze to you as he described the specials, but you paid it no extra mind.

After Ellie asked for the most expensive wine, the server departed with a stiff nod in her direction. You noticed her intense gaze as she watched him leave. 

“You okay?” you asked gently. She silently shook her head yes before reaching out to you to grab your hand, playing with your fingers. 

Hm. That was weird. 

Dinner was fucking incredible. Shrimps should’ve never been called the “roaches of the sea”, they tasted too good! 

You were two glasses of wine in, —nursing your third—and you were starting to feel warm and fuzzy, a smile permanently painted on your face as Ellie went on about astrology; You didn’t know what the fuck a mercury retrograde was, but you supported anything that kept that impassioned look in her eyes! She looked so excited! 

“—that fucker thought that because I’m a fucking Libra I wasn’t gonna say anything. Like, I literally have an Aquarius rising, you cunt! I’ll fuckin’ run you ov— “

“How’s everything?” 

You looked to your side and made eye contact with your server, you sipped from your glass as you eagerly nodded, “Oh my god, it was fucking incredible. Who knew shrimps could be that goddamn huge! Are we allowed to say bad words in here?!” 

He laughed while nodding, “Yes ma’am, you’re allowed to do whatever you want in here. Would you like any dessert with the rest of your wine?” 

“Yes, please!” You got giddy at the mention of sweets, “I saw this chocolate molten lava cake lookin’ thing on the menu, but there was no ice cream on top. Can y’all… à la mode it?” 

“Course we can, the Chocolate Fondant with ice cream!” He said as he pulled out his notepad from his apron pocket, scribbling before turning to Ellie. You noticed how tense she looked: she was sitting back in her chair with her legs crossed, her finger tapping on the arm rest, and her shoulders were stiff. You didn’t comment on it, but something was off. “And for you?” 

She didn’t answer, and her lack of response concerned you. You reached over to gently place your hand on top of her… clenched fist on the table, “El? You don’t have to get a whole one. You wanna share with me?” 

She hadn’t looked at you since he arrived, though: she continued to glare at the waiter, and when you turned to look at him, you saw him glare at her. What the hell? 

“We’re gonna get that to go, actually.” She demanded, her gaze sharp like knives. You recognized that tone of hers instantly. She was this close to swinging. Oh no. 

“I think that would be best. Cash or card?” He snarked. You whipped your head to glare at his tone. 

You felt the table shake as Ellie moved to stand. You jumped up and stood in front of her—almost breaking your damn ankle in these heels— before she could lunge at the waiter, letting out soft warnings of nononono as you blocked her off. This was an elitist establishment; you’re not trying to get arrested! The waiter scoffed and stomped off. 

You watched Ellie seethe in her chair as she pulled her wallet out of her slack pocket, throwing a stack of hundreds on the table before grabbing her jacket. She wrapped her hand around yours before pulling you towards the restaurant's staircase. 

She harshly pushed the doors of the restaurant open to lead you to the parking garage. You weren’t having it, though. 

“Ellie! Ellie, wait! What the hell just happened?” You asked, grabbing her wrist with your free hand to stop her pacing. 

“Doesn’t matter— “

“Yes, it does!” You said louder as you yanked your hand from hers. You grabbed her flushed face in your hands, but she wasn’t looking at you. She just continued to whisper obscenities under her breath. 

“Baby, look at me please, talk to me,” you said gently, rubbing her cheeks with your thumbs in an attempt to soothe her. 

She finally looked down at you, before looking around again, “Let’s get in the car first, c’mon.” 

You released her face from your grasp with a nod, letting her guide you. 

She let out a deep sigh when she shut her door. You leaned over to rub her knee comfortingly. 

She looked down at your hand as her expression softened, “M’sorry, I— “

You shook your head, “It’s okay, just, what was that? I’m so confused right now—” 

“Motherfucker wouldn’t stop glaring at me, pissed me the fuck off,” She said between grit teeth. “Kept lookin’ at you, the fuck was he smiling so hard for anyway—“

“A-at me?” 

“Yes, at you,” She said like it was obvious. Your brows furrowed in confusion. “The bastard almost broke his neck trying to show you the menu, ohhh of course I'll put ice cream on the chocolate fountain, sexy, I'll make sure the chocolate’s extra hot for you, like what the fuck— “

You couldn’t hold in your laughter at her exaggerated impressions, and you felt her relax as she scoffed a laugh out. You watched as she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her mint vape, pulling from it. She turned her head to blow the smoke away from your face. You leaned over the center console, grabbing the side of her face to turn towards you. You planted soft kisses to her cheek in between your chuckles as she shook her head, licking her chapped lips. 

“Dinner was really good,” you said in between kisses. 

She hummed before she sighed, “Sorry I ruined it, you didn’t even get your chocolate fountain.” 

You giggled, “Fondant, baby.” 

She grumbled out a whatever, making you laugh harder, “I had so much fun, El, love spending time with you.” 

She turned her face towards yours to whisper, “Me too babe. Missed you so much.” 

“You smell so fucking good,” you whispered against her mouth before you could think.

“Yeah?” You felt her smirk. 

You hummed in agreement before pressing your mouth to hers. She instantly reciprocated, turning her body so she could place a hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer. The kiss deepened, her tongue swiping against your bottom lip before she sucked on it. You let out a whine when her tongue licked into your mouth. Tongueringtongueringtongueri—

But then she pulled away. You followed her mouth with yours, making her smile. 

“Let’s go home.” 

You nodded so hard, you almost snapped your neck. 

The minute you stepped foot into Ellie’s place, her mouth was on yours. 

Her strong hands were gripping your hips, your arms around her neck as you moaned in her mouth. 

Jinglejinglejinglejingle—

You pulled away from her and turned the second you heard Duchess coming, her small, fluffy body descending the stairs. You pushed Ellie’s grabby, traveling hands away. 

“Baby! Oh my god! I missed you so much!” You squealed in excitement as you rushed over to her as quickly as your heeled feet would allow. She started purring and rubbing against your leg. You bent over to pet her little head as she nuzzled into your hand. 

“You really chose her over me, wow, okay,” Ellie called out from behind you as you heard the fridge open along with some clinking glass. 

Of course, Duchess’s demons took over as she whipped her head off into the distance, seemingly shocked by something, before sprinting back upstairs. There had to be a ghost or something in this bitch!

You shook your head before standing straight to turn towards the kitchen. You noticed Ellie shamelessly staring at your ass before she slowly dragged her eyes up connected with yours. And she just took a shot of pure vodka. No chaser. Fuck.

“You always talk about me staring, look at you!” 

“You’re lucky that’s all I did,” She said as she poured another shot for herself. “Was thiiis close to doing something outta pocket.” 

“Oh yeah? Like what?” you challenged. Yup, that wine was still kicking.

“Shoving my tongue in your ass,” she said casually with a shrug before leaning over the counter, taking sips from her shot glass. 

That familiar swirl in your gut quickly turned into a tornado. Your pussy clenched tight with want. Oh. Oh, wow. 

“Oh.”

“Uh huh.” 

Do something! Say something sexy, you’re boring her! your brain shouted. 

“T-that guy was trash, huh?” you said with a sheepish laugh. 

“…Yup,” she said deeply as she watched you. Every breath you took, every nervous twitch of your body with that nasty little glint in her eyes. The one you recognized from New Year’s. You stepped out of your heels and took a stumbly step towards the counter. 

Confidence! Confidence, dammit! 

“Can I have some?” You said as you pointed towards the bottle of Absolut. 

She snorted a laugh before shrugging, “I dunno. Can you?” 

“Shut up, gimme some,” you said as you folded your arms over your chest. Her eyes dropped to your tits as she licked her lips; She wasn’t moving to get your drink, she just stared at your pushed up breasts. Your manicured nails dug into your lacy sleeve, but you stood your ground. “Right now.” 

She smirked at your tone before returning her gaze to yours, shaking her head no. She tilted her head condescendingly, lifting her brow at you. She was… fucking testing you! The goddamn nerve! 

“Ellie.” 

“Hm?” 

“Pour me a shot!” 

“Or what?” Her tone was so low, so relaxed. You could feel yourself getting so wet.

“Or m’gonna…” Come up with something, what the fuck! “M’gonna…uh… fight you!” 

“…You’re gonna fight me?” She squinted her eyes at you, setting the small glass down on the counter before folding her hands. 

“…Yeah! Y’know what?! I’m actually mad, you ruined our first date because you thought some guy was staring at me!” There was a shakiness in your voice, but you waved your arms in anger as you started pacing, your bare feet stomping on the dark tile. Along with soft jingles. Duchess was back! “I’ve never been stared at by a stranger in my life!” 

Ellie wasn’t retaliating, but you noticed her jaw clenching. It made you clench, but you pressed anyway. 

“And you didn’t even get me my dessert! Maybe I wanted him to stare at me! Maybe I wanted the attention, for once! For fucking on—!” 

You hadn’t noticed Ellie circle the counter during your toothless rampage, but you felt a sharp tug of hair at the back of your head. Your neck forcibly craned up at her as you let out a wet gasp and pained whined, your fist clenching in your shock and… arousal. Your eyes met her dark, fiery ones, her lips slightly parted as her breath hit your face. You couldn’t stop fucking squirming, your thighs rubbing together to ease the sudden tightness of your core. 

“Don’t start acting like a fuckin’ brat,” She said lowly between grit teeth. “You’re cute, keep it that way.” 

Despite your eagerness for… her everything, you spat back, “S-Screw you, Ellie! You’re mean!” 

“Know I am. Seems like you don’t, though.” 

Your body involuntarily shuddered against her, and you mentally cursed yourself for being your biggest enemy! Your tough act faltered the second you put it on, and she smirked. “So fuckin’ easy, you wanna screw me, baby?”

You were easy. You were, you were, all for her! Fuck, you’d do anything she asked of you. You hadn’t even realized that your hands were slowly lifting your dress up on their own accord, bunching the fabric around your hips. She looked down and scoffed out a laugh, her grip in your hair tightening. You were moaning aloud already, what the fuck! 

“Givin’ it up like that? Like a filthy slut?” 

You nodded, your head filled with nothing but desire. Need. Instinct. You needed her to fuck you right now! 

“Get up those fucking stairs, gonna put the baby in the guest room.” You could hear her jingling on the couch. 

Her grip on you loosened as she backed away to walk towards Duchess with a soft hi, baby! missed you! 

That was a fast switch up! 

You turned towards the counter and downed the rest of Ellie’s discarded shot before you bolted up the steps. You never ran so fast in your life. 

After Ellie took care of Duchess, you heard her tread up the stairs. You were sitting on the edge of her made bed with your hands folded in your lap and slick pooling your thong. She met your eyes from where she stood by the top of the steps.

“Look at you, already so well behaved,” she cooed at you. She sounded so demeaning, and you loved it. You were so embarrassed that you did. 

You didn’t reply but watched her slowly walk towards you. Your breathing picked up and your heart pounded in your ears and head and clit—

“You used to be so fuckin’ sweet,” she said down at you, her lustful eyes twinkling under the green and blue hues in her room. She shook her head at you. “You get some alcohol in you’n start acting out? That’s what you wanna do?” 

You slowly shook your head no, jutting your bottom lip out. 

“Talk.” 

“No, Ellie,” you could barely whisper. 

“Take this off,” she ordered abruptly, her pointer finger pulling at the bust of your dress. 

You stood at her command, pulling your arms out of your sleeves to pull the dress down your body. Was it always this tight?! 

After wrestling with your garb, it pooled at your feet. You stepped out of it clumsily as Ellie took in your appearance. You watched her rake her eyes over your body, chuckling softly at your undergarments. 

“These are cute,” she said as she snapped the band of your thong against your skin. It made you flinch… and wetter! “Give’em to me.” 

Your breath hitched, curling in on yourself slightly. 

She gently cut through your thoughts before you could gather them, “Don’t think about it, just do what I ask.” 

You hesitantly hooked your thumbs into your underwear and pulled them down on autopilot, cringing slightly at the large wet spot on the little triangle. You pressed your thighs together to help alleviate some tension. It didn’t help. 

“Get up there,” she nodded her head towards her bed frame. You sat on the bed to scoot up the mattress, but she stopped you, tightly gripping your ankle.

“Nuh uh, hands’n knees’ c’mon,” she scolded, “Wanna see that wet fuckin’ pussy.” 

You clumsily got up onto your knees, hands sinking into her pine-scented blankets. Your erratic breaths picked up as you nervously looked back at her over your shoulder. Her expression softened slightly, whispering okay, baby? and you nodded enthusiastically. You never would’ve thought that you would enjoy Ellie being mean to you, but it was making you drip. She smirked and her gaze dropped to stare at your wet cunt, and it squeezed in excitement. 

Be sexy! you thought. Make her want you! 

You deepened the arch in your back slightly before you slowly crawled up her bed like a cat until you were faced with her black, detailed bed frame. You boldly shoved your face into her pillows, —you sniffed them very deeply— making sure to keep your ass up as far as you could. 

“It’s like that?” You heard her scoff out. Your pussy twitched at her voice; You hoped she noticed.

You took a deep breath, “Is it?” 

“Fucking smartass. Show me your pussy.” 

Your body burned at her vulgarity; she had no shame! You whimpered before you reached your arms behind you to spread your asscheeks, both holes pulsing in excitement. 

You felt her move onto the bed before you heard the ripping of fabric. She grabbed both your wrists in one hand, knotting your soaking wet panties around them before dropping your bound hands onto your back. 

“ELL— “

You were going to scold her for ripping your new pair, but you were cut off by a stinging slap on your ass. You let out a pained groan in the pillow as your nails dug into your palms. Oh, you liked that. A lot. You wanted more. Fuck, you want her to hurt you. 

“Gotta beat it into you, huh? That’s the type of shit you like?” Ellie said in a nasty timbre. “The only way t’get you to behave?” 

You didn’t even get to lift your head to say yes! before another harsh slap landed on your other cheek and you let out a muffled squeal again. You knew your pussy was dripping onto her duvet in a puddle! 

“You’re lucky you’re only getting my fucking hand. Fuckin’ slut.” 

Why was the disgusting part of you wishing that she were using something more? Something that she could etch into your skin forever?

“E-Ell— “

“Be quiet.” 

You shut up. You shut up so quickly. 

“Fuuck, look at this fucking ass.” You felt her calloused hands massage both cheeks. She spread them, made them jiggle. Hit you again. 

“Gonna let me play with it, babygirl? Hm? Gonna let me touch you how I want to?” She cooed out at you. You knew she knew your answer, but you nodded your sweaty head into her pillow anyway. 

You felt her place a light kiss on the back of your thigh, right under your asscheek, before she got up. You heard a drawer slide open. Her… special drawer. Fuck, she was going to destroy you. 

You craned your neck as best as you could

to watch as she pulled out some items. She set them on the dresser before she undid her chains, bracelets, and earrings. She took her turtleneck and slacks off, leaving her with mussed hair and a black sports bra with matching boyshorts. Her back, her fucking back, holy fuck—

Your thoughts were halted by a thud near the edge of the bed: you couldn’t see anything that she chose, but you saw that familiar shade of purple in the middle of the small pile.

“You comfortable in that position?” She questioned you suddenly, her softness returning. 

“Umm… I like it, but my arms hurt a little, not gonna lie.” 

She tsked at you, “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“M’sorry! I was really into the “don’t talk” thing— “

“If the don't talk thing makes you not tell me when you're uncomfortable, I’m not doing it. You gotta tell me when you feel off, I don’t care why or when it is,” She crawled up to you and undid the knot from your wrists before grabbing your hip to help move you onto your back. “Here, stretch out.” 

You laid your head on her pillow as you extended your arms and legs, sighing in relief before you rested, limbs spread out on the mattress, “M’okay now.” 

She hummed in acknowledgement, but she wasn’t looking at your face. She was staring at your wet cunt, and it made you squeeze hard. She licked her lips as more slick pooled at your hole before meeting your eyes. “I like you better like this actually.” 

You nodded as you offered her your wrists, signaling her to tie them again with a wide grin. 

She laughed at you before crawling up to pull at your bra wire, “Wait, take this off first.” 

“Want you to do it,” you sighed out dreamily.

She hummed at you, moving up to straddle your waist, “I meant it when I said this was cute, by the way.” 

“Exactly, was cute! You saw my panties for three seconds and ripped them to shreds,” you cackled out. 

“I was excited, felt a little frisky!” She laughed with you. 

You both slowed your giggles when she started rubbing them through the fabric, both hands massaging you through the cups. 

Your eyes fluttered when your nipples brushed up against the lace, your back arching into her touch. She slowly bent down to take one of them into her mouth, the bulb in her mouth circling the peak. You gasped sharply, arching deeper as your hand flew to the back of her head. You gently scratched her scalp with your nails, and she sucked on it. 

You jerked and your grip on her hair tightened, and she moaned around you. You moaned at the vibrations on your sensitive skin. 

You hadn’t noticed her hands snuck under you to undo the clasp of your bra as she pulled away from you, discarding the flimsy cloth and tossing it somewhere. 

“So much for a surprise,” you playfully rolled your eyes at her. Calloused fingers dug into your cheeks. Your smile dropped and your eyes fluttered as hers burned into yours.

“You’re not off the fuckin’ hook. Watch your mouth, you understand?” She said lowly, breath hitting your face. You nodded quickly.

“I understand,” you whimpered out. 

“Atta girl, you're learning,” she patronized with a satisfied grin, patting your cheek a couple times. You blushed harder. “Gimme those hands.” 

She sat up to reach for your destroyed panties, your wrists connected at the veins as she bound them together, much tighter than the first time. 

You rested your arms on the pillow behind you. She adjusted them so that your head was propped up and your neck was supported. You poked your chest out more as your tits jiggled with your movements. 

“I do anything you don’t like, you tell me.” She said in a hushed, but stern tone. 

“I will, El, promise.” 

“Okay,” she bent down to press a soft kiss to your mouth before moving off you and towards the pile of toys. 

She grabbed one of… what is that? 

It was a teal circle with a small hole at the top of it. Technology is so interesting—

“It’s clean, promise,” she must’ve noticed your furrowed brows and stare. You shook your head.

“S’not that, what… what is it?” 

“A vibrator, babe,” she said simply. 

“…Hm, never seen one like that before.” 

“I hadn’t either. It was a gift,” she snorted before she clicked a button on the top of it. A low vibration filled the room, “It feels good, though.” 

“What’s it feel like?” 

“It’s supposed to feel like you’re getting head… sorta,” She said in thought, “It kinda does, like a little bit… wanna see if you like it?” 

“Yeah, p-please?” 

“That’s cute.” 

She brought her free hand up to roll your nipples between her thumb and pointer finger, making you whine out and squirm and arch your back. Your eyes fluttered closed.

You felt the gentle vibrations on your inner thigh before they slowly trailed up with every twist and pinch Ellie gave your nipples. Your hips started bucking up before she brought her hand down to slap your pussy. You let out a loud moan as your eyes shot open to meet her dark ones.

“Stop moving.” 

“C-can't help it,” you said with pout. 

“Yeah, you can.” 

You let out a huff, and she gave your cunt another wet slap, much harder. You squealed loudly as your legs squeezed shut.  

“Don’t get a fuckin’ attitude.” 

You whimpered a sloppy slew of apologies, but you knew she wasn’t hearing it as she pried your legs apart with one strong hand to slap it one more time before slowly rubbing your clit. Your hips jerked, but you forced them not to lift.

“You get so fuckin’ wet,” she whispered in awe, the sticky noises of your pussy filling the room as she played with it. “Hear that? Shit.”

“Missed you s-so much— “ 

“Know you did.” 

You moaned her name, and she mockingly moaned yours back. It made you leak more. 

You felt her spread your lips open so she could watch your clit throb and jerk in need. You looked down and saw her eyes glued to your cunt, her freckled cheeks tinted red and her wet, pink lips parted. She looked up at you, smirking when she met your intrigued, needy eyes as she placed the vacant part of the vibrator over your clit.

“Like watching?” 

“Think so,” you shyly mumbled out. 

And then you felt the vibrations on your soaked bud. You gasped as your eyes closed. 

You felt her pull the toy away before she slapped your clit. You cried out as your eyes shot open to meet hers again.

“Watch me. Don’t close your eyes.” 

You jerkily nodded; You watched her so closely. She kissed your clit before spreading them with her fingers to bring the open part of the toy to your clit, trapping it inside once more. 

Your bud was surrounded by the pulsing sensations of the soft silicone and your eyes almost rolled back into your head, but you craved Ellie’s praise, her reassurance. You wanted to be good for her.

All you could do was moan and shudder and watch her.

“Feels good?” 

“Feels s’good, baby—” 

“Yeah? Want some more?” she said fondly with a filthy glare. 

You mumbled out a quiet yeah, wa’more! in between your pleas. 

She pressed another button on the toy, and the vibrations got stronger. Your cries got louder.

“Sloppy fucking pussy.” 

The tight pull in your gut was building, but you needed more. You wanted to pull on your nipples so bad but you fucking couldn’t! Why did you want your hands tied so badly? 

“El,” you barely got out between your heavy pants, “can you—mmh!” 

“What?” 

“T-ouch my tits? Please, m’right there!” 

She snickered at you before reaching up to slap one of them, leaving remnants of your slick on the soft skin. That wasn’t what you were expecting, but you want more of that! 

“Hit me more?” you keened, your eyes glossy.

“You asking?” she snickered, and you nodded so fast. 

She shook her head at you, “You’re gross.” 

For her! You’re so nasty for her her her—

You received another slap. And another. Then she reached up to dig her nails into your brown bud. You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back, it hurt so good.

“Shit, m’gonna cum!” 

“Uh huh.” 

All you could do was moan out warnings of s’coming! and I feel it! and yes! It built and built until you could taste it and—

 … Everything you felt stopped. And Ellie was laughing. You were going to cry. 

No… nonono—

“Told you to keep your eyes open.” 

“E-Ellie, please no, I can’t— “

“Y’know, I was hoping you could follow simple instructions,” she cut you off as she moved towards the pile again, grabbing her… fat fucking dick, yes finally yesyesyes—

And lube… and an emerald green buttplug with a matching… remote? Oh, fuck—

“You don’t know how to fucking listen, do you?” She tossed the items next to you before grabbing your shaky thighs to pull you closer to her, your head dropping onto the soft mattress. You laid flat on your back as she loomed over you, your legs on either side of her. 

She watched your twitchy hole produce more slick, “Don’t even need to get you ready, could just slip right in and fuck you how I want.” 

“Wan’you to! Wann’it so bad— “ 

“Yeah? Want me t’use you?” 

“Fuck yes! Yeah!” 

“Keep these fuckin’ legs open, then,” she grabbed her dick and stood to step into it, adjusting the straps securing them around her hips. She climbed back between your legs as she intensely stared at your tits. She looked so deep in thought, brows furrowed with her bottom lip between her teeth; What the hell was her evil brain conjuring up?!

She gave your breast one last burning slap that made you cry out before grabbing the lube off the bed. You watched as she ripped the cap off, pouring some into the palm of her hand to bring down to her dick to massage it into the ridges. Your walls were squeezing so tight, your pussy begging for whatever she was about to do.

You almost flatlined on her bed when she straddled you, climbing up your body until her dick rested between your tits, the lube she smeared all over it transferring to your skin. Her thick, wet tip was almost touching your chin, and all you could do was gape at it before slowly blinking up at her, meeting her burning gaze. She bit her lip as she slowly tipped the bottle of lube, letting the thick consistency land your chest before she rubbed it into your skin with her cock. You felt so fucking dirty! 

“Stick that tongue out,” she ordered deeply as she closed and tossed the lube bottle. 

Your lips parted on command, your tongue slowly sliding between the two of them. She grabbed your face in a tight grip before letting a line of spit slip out of her mouth and onto your tongue. You felt it slide down your tongue before you happily swallowed

it. You lolled your tongue out, silently asking for more with pleading eyes. 

She sneered at you before she did it again, getting it all over your chin and cheeks. You couldn’t stop the whimper that left your mouth. She let a blob out onto your tits, mixing with the lube. 

But then you felt a fiery hand come down on your cheek, your head flying to the side as you let out a choked gasp. Your thighs clamped together on instinct as your walls quivered at the sting. You felt her place a hand on the side of your head, keeping it still as her nails dug into your scalp. 

“G’na fuck these tits s’good,” you heard her groan out. Your cunt throbbed in desperation. 

“Wan’ you to!” 

“Beg me to,” she hissed at you. 

“Please, baby, pleasefuck’em!—“

You felt her squeeze both your wet tits in one tight hand before she forced her dick between them, both of you letting out moans in between the squelchy noises from your bodies.

Her grip in your hair tightened as you heard her pleased sighs, her slurred curses, her whines of your name, why were you getting so tight, why did it feel like you were about to cum—

“Fuuuck, babygirl, feels s’fuckin’ good—!”

“E-El, please— “

“Yeah? What does my girl need? Wan’ some fuckin’ attention?” You hated how hard your core squeezed at her belittling tone. You nodded as fast as you could in her tight grasp. 

“Not g’na til I cum, you’re gonna fuckin’ lay there’n let me do what I want, tha’s what you wanted right? Huh?” 

More hot tears were falling to your hairline as you quietly sobbed and pleaded for her to touch your pussy, but she wasn’t hearing any of it. She released the grip she had on your head, but she just shoved her drenched, lubricated fingers into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut as you hummed around them, sucking them deeper.

“Gonna fuck that throat so hard one day, swear to god.” 

You hummed and garbled pleas around them in excitement. 

“Shit! Need that? Just wan’ something in that pretty mouth?”  

You nodded, you kept nodding, you want anything she’ll give you. 

“G’na fucking cum, all over that gorgeous face,” she gritted out as she snatched her fingers from your mouth. Her wet hand flew to your tits, pushing them closer together so that she could fuck her dick into the little hole she tightened. 

“W-Wan’ your cum, daddy!” you encouraged her as you watched, you needed her to cum!

“Shit, baby, stick your tongue out,” she whined out as she grinded her dick between your tits. Your eyes opened and your tongue immediately started swiping across her tip whenever it came up to your mouth. Her hips jolted and stuttered on top of you as she watched you, and you watched her. You hurriedly sucked her rubber tip into your mouth and sucked sloppily like you were trying to milk her. You knew she couldn’t feel the suctions, but you saw her eyes roll back into her skull as she let out a loud moan. She was bucking her hips into her strap as her nails dug into your tits. You kept the tip in your mouth as she rode out her pleasure. 

She looked so pretty and soft: fluttery lids, swollen lips, and her dotted cheeks flushed as quiet whines left her mouth. So pretty, she’s so fucking pretty—

Her tip suddenly slipped from your mouth as she scooted down your body. 

“K-Kiss?” you asked softly, voice unsteady.

She didn’t say anything as she leaned down to connect your lips. It was light and careful, both of you breathing into each other's whines. She made sure to check on you, mumbling an okay? against your mouth. You whined out a yesyeah m’okay before you reconnected your lips. 

You kissed for what felt like hours before she sat up to move off you. 

“W-Wan’more,” you mumbled with pleading expression. 

“Okay, babe.” 

You watched as she scooted down, shuffling until she was between your legs. She held one of them up with a hand under your knee to press it to your chest, playing with your entrance with her free hand. You felt her slide a finger in and your mouth fell open, your walls clinging to her the deeper she prodded. You were stunned at how fast she found that spongy spot inside you, and you squeezed her tighter. 

“Loosen up, can barely fucking move.”

You couldn’t do anything except wail out incoherencies about how fast you were going to cum, and you felt her slide another finger in. 

“Nuh uh, hold it.” 

“Can’t, Ellie, fuck— “

“Yeah you can, hold that shit.” 

You tried you tried, but you couldn’t. All you could get out was a cry of stop, baby! stopstopstop before your peak washed over you. 

But the pleasure left as fast as it came as she pulled out with a tsk, another slap landing on your pulsing clit. You sobbed her name, tears running down your temples.

“Couldn’t even hold it for a few seconds?” She scolded, and it made you and your pussy cry harder. 

“Stop crying,” you felt her releasing the tight grip from under your knee to softly wipe your tears off your face. “Look at me.” 

Your glossy eyes slowly peeled open, taking in the sight above you.

“Good?” she asked softly, and you nodded with a whimper of m’okay, El, I like it so much! please fuck me!

“Yeah? Babygirl wants some dick?” 

“Yes! Pleasefuckmee—!”

You let out a groan when you felt her dick slap on your pulsing bud. You were spewing pleas and curses and cries of her name; you wanted her inside! Wanted to feel her so deep in your stomach! 

You couldn’t help but lift your head to look down at her cock sliding between your folds, her thick tip nudging your clit with every thrust.

How were you about to cum from that alone? Your eyes were fluttering from the pleasure. You whimpered out a warning of your impending orgasm.

“You gonna cum from this? M’barely doing anything.” 

You couldn’t speak, you just nodded. Your mind was hazy and racing with thoughts of her at the same time, your core clenching tight. Yeah, you were going to cum! 

“Daddy—!” 

“Fuuuck yeah, need me, baby?” 

Your eyes rolled back so far back you swore you could see your brain shaking its head at you in disappointment, and you came so fucking hard. You felt her tip push past your spasming entrance as she quickly rubbed your clit with her thumb as it hit you. That stretch made you scream, and your head fell back. 

“S’so big!” You couldn’t even register what you were saying, your burning orgasm taking over your mouth. 

“Gonna be my good girl’n take it? Gonna make me proud?” Her voice sent another wave through your body as it shook in painful pleasure. 

“Yeah, daddy, m’your good girl!” 

“Then lemme in, love, c’mon,” she whispered out over your moans and groans and squeals. Your orgasm was still ripping through your body, your wetness dripping down your ass and onto the new puddle on the blanket. She was tearing you open with every shallow thrust, but you took every ridged, veiny inch like you were meant to. 

“Good, baby? Talk t’me,” she said gently, halting her thrusts as she caressed your thigh.

“M’sti—m’stillcummimg—! “

She scoffed a wet laugh at you and went even deeper, “I feel it, squeezing the fuck outta me. Dirty fucking whore.” 

You felt the balls of the strap resting against your ass as you slowly came down. She was all the way in, slowly pulling out only to push back in. Her tits were slightly jiggling in her bra every time she bottomed out. Your hands wriggled in the fabric; you wanted them in your mouth so bad. 

“Wan’touch you, daddy, please?” you moaned out in a gasp as she fucked back into you, stretching you out. 

“Touch me where?” She asked, thrusting deeper. 

“Mmh! Your tits, please!”

She huffed smugly before fucking into you faster. She brought her hand up to her chest, squeezing one of them through her bra, “These tits?” 

“Yeaah, fuck!” You could already feel another orgasm twisting in your gut at the painful stretch. 

She mumbled out an uh huh as she slowly pulled the elastic up, her breasts slowly dropping out. She slowed her thrusts and brought her other hand to pull the cotton over her head, throwing her head back as both hands played with her nipples. Her moaning made you moan and fuck, you were in love! 

“Lemme go, El, fuck!” you pleaded, your hands pulling at the restraints. How was such fragile cloth so resistant!

“Shit, baby, feels s’fucking good,” you watched her pull and twist them as she whimpered your name as she ignored you. She’d stopped thrusting to play with herself, only slowly grinding her hips into you, so you planted your feet on the bed to thrust your hips downward, clumsily bouncing up and down on her dick as you watched her. 

She looked down at you and sneered, “Yeah? Wanna fuck me?” 

“Yes, w’na make you cum, daddy.” 

“Here, baby, gimme your hands,” you halted your movements bringing your arms to hers. She tore the knot in your panties and tossed them before slowly pulling out fully, a nasty shhlck! filling the room. You were so wet. 

She leaned above you, reaching over your head to grab some pillows, setting them beside you. Her tits were in your face, so you slowly brought an inexperienced hand up to touch one softly. You gave it a gentle squeeze, bringing your other hand up to rub into the other. She let out a satisfied sigh of your name. You leaned up, boldly taking a soft nipple into your mouth. You sucked at it softly as your eyes fluttered shut, swirling your tongue around the sensitive skin. 

“Shit, tha’s so good,” she moaned out before pulling at your now sweated out hair. You gave her one last hard suck before your head fell back on the bed, her mouth instantly connecting with yours in a spit-filled, smacking kiss. Her tongue was sliding all over yours before you sucked it into your mouth, making her moan into your mouth. She brought her hand up to wrap around your throat, gently squeezing the sides. She pulled back with a look of concern on her face, grip immediately loosening at your whimper, but you brought a hand up to cover hers on your throat, squeezing tighter. Your eyes nearly crossed when she hummed with a knowing smirk, pressing her middle finger and thumb into the sides again. She pulled away, licking your bottom lip before bending down to whisper in your ear. 

“Turn over.” 

You stumblingly flipped onto your stomach as she shoved two plush pillows under your hips to support them, even though you were poking your ass out towards her anyway. You felt her slap it playfully before kissing it. 

You felt her hands pulling your cheeks apart like she told you to do to yourself earlier. You felt her staring and it made your heart beat faster. 

“Okay, El?” 

“Mhm, just looking.” 

You looked at her over your shoulder, “You can… um… y’know?” 

“No, I don’t know,” she snickered. 

“What… what you said earlier?” 

“What’d I say?” 

“About me! The thing you said!” 

“Want me t’eat your ass?” She said in between kisses on your cheek. She was grinning so hard. 

“…Y-yes?” 

“Then ask me.” 

You looked forward with a harsh sigh, “You’re so annoyi— “

A tight hand grabbed your hair to pull your head back roughly. You let out a pained moan at the ceiling before you felt her lips at your ear, “What’d I tell you about that fuckin’ mouth?” 

You instinctively pushed back on her with a whine of m’sorry daddy!

“No, you’re not, you keep talking shit’n it’s pissing me off. I’ve been trying to be nice t’you.” 

Nice?! She almost made you black out with one orgasm! 

You didn’t have a response, but your eyes actually did cross when you felt a thumb prod your ass. 

“Should just shove m’dick in here, huh? I bet that’d get you to shut the fuck up,” she spat out and your back arched deeper at her proposal.

You felt another glob of spit land on your other hole, her thumb immediately circling it before popping the tip of it in. You let out a loud moan at the intrusive sting. 

“Been wanting me to fuck this ass since I said it, haven’t you?” She rasped at you. 

“Yeah!“

“Yeah!” She mocked you in a squeaky tone. “You’re disgusting, who woulda thought you would like this type of shit.” 

Her thumb was fucking in and out of your hole as fast as she could manage. You shouldn’t like how much it hurts, that burn shouldn’t be making your orgasm build up again. 

She let your hair go and your head flopped onto the pillow in front of you. Your nails dug into it when you felt her dick line up at the entrance of your pussy before she shoved it in. You let out a muffled shout.

You didn’t have a chance to adjust before she started fucking into you hard. Squelchy noises, slaps of skin, and your screams of pleasure immediately filled the room, her headboard knocking against the black walls. It was so fast and hot and made you feel cheap, and you fucking loved it. It made you feel desired. 

“This is what you wanted me to do in that fuckin’ closet?” 

“Yeah, daddy, fuck!” 

“Wanted me t’fuck you up? Make you m’fucking bitch?” 

“Uggh! El—!”

“Shouldn’t even be fucking you in this bed,” She groaned out, grinding her thumb deep into your ass.

“Should’ve bent you over that dinner table, right in front of that fucker.” 

The imagery of Ellie fucking into you in front of your asshole of a waiter, making you scream out in front of everyone eating and drinking, claiming you as hers so that they know who you belong to made you see white. You bit down on the pillow in front of you as bursts of wetness left your cunt and splattered onto your thighs, the pillows, and Ellie’s dick. But she didn’t stop, you felt her go faster. Hit deeper.

“M’cu-mming!” you screamed, shouts of prickling pleasure muffled by the material in your mouth.

“Yeah? Tha’s making you cum? Wanna get fucked in public like a whore?” 

“D-ahh! Fuckme!”

“Baby’s so stupid for this dick,” Her tip was hitting your fucking cervix and it hurt so good. You were about to cum again! “Who’s pussy is this?” 

“S’your pussy! S’daddy’s pussy!” 

“Keep sayin’ that, s’gonna make me cum so hard,” she groaned out, her thumb leaving your ass and ripping the pillows from underneath you, your hips dropping onto the bed. You felt her push back into you, her chest on your back as she grinded deep into you. Her arm came around your neck, your throat right in the crevice of her elbow as you let the pillow fall from your mouth. Your nails were digging into the covers as your cunt gushed on her.

“You’re getting so fucking wet. Like when I fuck you up? Treat you like shit?” 

“Yeah yeahyeah—!” 

“Make me cum, babygirl,” she whispered in your ear. “Fuck me back, c’mon.” 

You pushed back onto her as best as you could as she grinded forward, even though it was quick and sloppy and desperate. She started moaning out fucks and like thats and all you could mumble out was slurry s’yours, daddy! because you knew she liked it. Her voice on its own was getting you there.

“Fuck, m’gonna fucking cum— “

“Uh huh! Cum in me, daddy pleasepleaseplease!” you squealed out in dazed excitement. You want her cum you want her cum! 

“Fuuuck, babygirl, s’coming—!”

“Please make my p-pussy sloppy?” you could barely get your pleas out as your mind fogged. You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel embarrassed at your eagerness for her cum, and by the way Ellie shouted your name in your ear as her body shook on top of yours, she must’ve somewhat liked it? Right? 

Your second thoughts quickly died as you fucked back onto her, helping her ride out her orgasm. She was crying out as her nails dug into your shoulder, and the sharp pierce made you cum again! You let out babbles of her name in your pleasure. You were both messes in each other's arms, you pushing back while she pushed forward, trying to make it last as long as you could before it died down.

You let out wet groans as she grinded you both to the ends of your orgasms, and you collapsed. 

You felt a light kiss on your shoulder before Ellie gently pulled out of you, falling onto the bed so that you were side by side. You both tried to catch your breath in your exhaustion. 

After minutes of heavy breathing and light caresses from Ellie, you reached under to grab the object that was digging into your side. When you saw what it was, your eyes widened, and stomach twisted. 

You heard Ellie laugh softly next to you, “We didn’t get to use it.” 

You paused as you stared at the buttplug that she’d thrown on the bed, the faux emerald at the end of it shining under the green fairy lights. 

“It’s pretty,” you said in a hoarse whisper. 

“Mhm,” she nodded. “Feels good, too.” 

Your toes curled.

“What’s it feel like?” 

She smiled, “You sound cute when you ask that.” 

You shook your head and grinned shyly, “I’m just curious, I assume it’s… nice, or whatever! People on Twitter always talk about it.” 

“Yeah, it’s really fucking nice.” 

“Have you used it?” She nodded. 

“Course I have, used all of ‘em.” 

“Tell me what happened!” you said, dropping the toy on the bed before giddily flipping onto your side to face her. It made her giggle; You loved that sound. 

“I was… like in this sex shop in Cali, and the cashier was like ‘heyyy, your orders over a hundred dollars, you can get a free item, blah blah blah’— “ 

“Not that, you bonehead! I mean when you use it!” You both let out loud laughs. 

Her smile dropped slowly before she whispered, “Came really fuckin’ hard the first time I tried it, like… really hard. Swore I saw god.” 

Your core squeezed in intrigue. You listened closely as she continued, “Like, I was still cumming even after I switched it off. There was a giant puddle on the floor when I finally stopp—.” 

“Ellie?” you softly cut her off.

“Yeah, honey?” 

“Can you… will you… I wanna try?” you said as your face burned, hoping she would accept your poor proposal to take your… other virginity. 

You watched a sly grin slowly grow on her face.

“Lemme go check on Duchess’n smoke.” 

You nodded slowly with a fluttery blink. 

It was almost midnight, and you were laying next to Ellie on her couch in her Lauryn Hill shirt as you nursed a bottle of water. You watched as she exhaled the smoke from her pre-roll. 

After chasing Duchess around the kitchen and living room, you both covered her in kisses before filling her food bowl and shutting the guest door as she ate. 

“Such a nice view,” you mumbled as you gazed out the large window. You’d never been fond of the city: you always appreciated the stillness of your town, the close community where everyone knew each other, but the scenery in front of you almost makes you want to change your mind. It was always so lively and bright, even in the darkness. 

“Right? When I first moved in, I slept in front of the window for weeks. The noise helped me sleep a bit better and the lights are pretty,” She said quietly before taking a puff. You listened and watched as she exhaled the smoke. You sat your bottle on the floor before speaking.

“Can I try?” 

“You know how?” She asked impishly with a raise of her brow as the remnants of her puff left her mouth and nose. 

“Fuck you! I know how to smoke, I just choose not to!” 

“Right,” she said with an eye roll, gently tapping the ashes off on the ashtray in front of her before passing the joint to you. 

You propped yourself up on your elbows before taking it between your thumb and pointer finger, watching the smoke leave the lit end before sticking it between your lips. You only inhaled for a couple seconds before pulling it from your mouth, softly coughing. 

You slowly turned your head to look at her for approval, finding that she was already watching you. Her hair was still damp from earlier, her lips were swollen, and she was still in her boyshorts. 

“Meh. Still a fucking rookie,” she said in a light tone as she wet her lips. You shoved her shoulder with yours, making her laugh. 

“That strain’s supposed to make you horny,” she whispered, attempting to grab the joint from you. Something nasty curled in your gut at her tone, mindlessly bringing the joint back to your lips and inhaled some more before she could snatch it. You held it much longer than the first puff before choking on the carbon, making her laugh at you. You felt her pat your back gently through your coughs. You passed it back to her and she took it with a shake of her head. 

After she smoked her joint down, she bolted upstairs, swiftly returning to the couch with full hands. 

You flipped onto your back as she pressed the button on the buttplug remote, and it immediately started pulsing. She smirked down at you. 

“There’s a couple settings, we can try ‘em all and see which one you like the most, ‘kay?” 

You nodded eagerly as she switched it off and threw the toy on the couch next to her dick and flavored lube. She straddled you, grabbing your face in both hands to connect your lips in a soft kiss. You hummed into her mouth before she pulled away. 

“Lemme give you head first, though.” 

“S-sure.” 

She hummed before smacking her wet lips onto yours. She planted wet, sucking kisses on your jaw, neck, and shoulder before she moved down your body. She lifted the shirt you had on just under your tits before she went crazy on your clit. She was flicking and licking and sucking between your legs as your fingers ran through her soft hair to pull her closer. Your moans and noises of your pussy as she fucked you with her tongue and fingers filled the entire first floor of her home. You came so quickly on her tongue, squeezing the muscle and fingers in a bone-crushing grip. You could tell she liked it as much as you did by how she moaned into your cunt. 

After you came down, Ellie instructed you to hold your legs up so she could see your ass. They were pressed to your chest, both your arms tucked into the crevice of your knees as Ellie prepped you for the toy. 

She’d rubbed some of your cum in before she spat on it, and now she was drenching her fingers and opening in the lubricant as you watched. 

“Just relax, ‘kay?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded. You were a bit nervous, but your walls were clenching with want. 

She nodded before gently rubbing your drenched hole with her pointer and middle finger, making you sigh. You felt her slowly push a finger in and you immediately started to squirm. Your body was so hot already. 

“Okay?” She asked you gently. 

“Yeah m’good,” you said in a wanton sigh. 

She grinned before kissing the back of your thigh. You felt another finger at your entrance before a burning sensation took over when she slowly pressed it in, and your head dropped onto the cushion in a choked gasp. 

“Yeah? You like this shit?” She asked snarkily, but shock was evident in her voice. 

“Y-yeah, El, like it!”

“So fucking cute, gonna fuck this ass so hard,” she whispered out, grinding her fingers deeper before pulling them out to squirt more lube on them. 

She slowly pushed them back in and the lack of resistance made your toes curl. 

“Do me a favor?” 

“M-mhm?”

“Get that nice’n wet for me,” she said, shoving the emerald plug in between your twitchy fingers. You gripped it tight, releasing the hold you had on your legs so you could spread them. You brought your free hand down to your drippy cunt to spread the lips, exposing your clit. You slowly dragged the toy up and down your folds, a quiet, squishy sound joining the already sloppy noises in the room from Ellie’s fingers in your ass. 

You could see her watching with a blush on her face, licking her lips as she prodded another finger at your clenching opening. You could feel the stretch more as she slowly popped the tip of it in, so you distracted yourself. You propped yourself on one elbow to bring the plug down to the entrance of your cunt, slowly fucking it into you. The silicone ridges dragged on your walls, and it made your eyes roll as you moaned softly. Ellie let out a shocked moan as she watched you fuck the plug in and out of your pussy. She leaned forward to spit on your clit, and you brought your shaky hand down to rub it. She mumbled curses out. 

“Thinking about me fucking this pretty pussy? Wan’me t’split you open again?” She hummed out messily. She was just as fucked up as you were, and it made you squeeze. 

“Yeah, daddy,” you moaned out softly, fucking the toy into yourself faster as Ellie fucked three fingers into your ass. “Shit!” 

“Uh huh, nasty slut, look at you milking that fuckin’ toy.” 

You picked up the pace of your shallow thrusts and she matched you, fucking even harder into your ass. You brainlessly brought your wet fingers up to your tits, roughly grabbing at both your nipples in attempts to mimic Ellie’s hands on you. You felt the familiar pull in your gut, but it was so much stronger, and you knew it was going to hit you hard. You were going to cum so quick! 

“Ellie,” you could barely get your squeaky warning out, “Thi-think m’gonna, g’na make a m-ess!” 

“Yeah, wan‘it baby, make me wet— “

“M’gonna—!”

You cut yourself off with a sharp gasp as colors exploded behind your eyelids, the hand at your tits slamming onto the cushion to dig your nails into it. Your shouts of pleasure overtook the sputtering sounds of wetness that shot out of you. You pulled the toy out and rubbed quick circles on your clit with it, making you release more juices all over Ellie’s expensive couch. She didn’t even seem to care with how hard she was still fucking your ass, whispering nasty curses at you, talking you through it, calling you sloppy, calling you hers. Your legs were trembling as both holes quivered in release. 

Your sprays were starting to die down with the circles on your clit, Ellie’s fingers slowing. 

Your eyes slowly peeled open, and you were met with her… high ass ceiling! You smiled as you felt her place kisses all over your thighs. 

“Tired?” she mumbled out against your knee. 

You slowly shook your head when you regained your ability to move.

“Wan’more.”

And she smirked. 

Ellie moved you onto your stomach, —if she kept fucking you like this, you were going to die! — your face shoved into her cushion so you were surrounded by her scent. Your ass was, once again, propped up on Ellie’s expensive fucking pillows that you were about to stain with your sopping cunt, but neither of you cared. She was lubricating the plug from behind you, the gooey noises from the slippery liquid filling your ears. 

You should’ve never hit that fucking aphrodisiac of a joint when she passed it to you: you never wanted to have sex so fucking bad in your life. You just lost your virginity a few hours ago; What’s happening to you?!

You couldn’t think of anything except Ellie and cumming and Ellie’s cum! You wanted her cum inside you so bad, you want to drown in her with every chance she’d give you—

“Ready, baby?” 

“Yes, daddy, m’ready, need it s’bad,” you muffled into the cushion, your cheek squished against it. You sounded so… far away. 

“Listen t’you, all floaty,” she murmured. You could hear her grin through it, it made your toes curl, “Feelin’ good?” 

“S’good, daddy, fuck me please?” 

“…Look at me, babe.” 

You used all your energy to lift yourself up onto your elbows turning your sweaty, thoughtless head towards her, gazing over your shoulder and into her gentle, concerned eyes. She’s so beautiful—

“Baby?” 

“Hm?” 

“Why're you smilin’?” 

“M’happy,” you felt yourself grin harder. 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” you nodded lightly. “W’na fuck.” 

“‘Kay,” she nodded, her searching gaze still lingering on your face. “Tap my thigh twice.” 

You reached a limp hand behind you, immediately following her instructions. 

“You do that when you wanna stop, okay?” You nodded, you felt like a bobble head. You want her in your guts now. 

“What're you gonna do when you wanna stop?” 

You paused.

Then tapped her thigh twice. You dropped your head on the cushion again. 

You felt her kiss down your back. You sighed happily. 

She slowly rubbed your clit and you jolted, before pushing your hips back onto her fingers. She was planting gentle kisses all over your back and shoulders to relax you. You let out a whine at the feel of her lips on you. 

Then you felt the silicone on your hole. You moaned into the cushion in excitement and anticipation, you needed it to pulse inside you so badly. 

“What’re gonna do when you wanna stop?” She repeated, her breathing heavy. 

You slapped her thigh a bunch of times. You needed her to know you wanted it. You needed this so badly! You needed to know she wanted you!

Then you felt her pop the tip of it inside you. You cried out in appreciation as your holes clenched tight, trying to suck the toy deeper into you. She was pressing soft kisses all over your spine as she slowly pushed it in. You hadn’t realized that you were grinding your clit into the soft fabric of the pillow under you.  

“Such a good girl, taking it so easy,” You felt her push the last little part of it inside your ass before the little jewel at the end of it was poking out of you. It was so foreign, but you couldn’t help the satisfied sighs and soft cries as you pussy dripped all over her pillows and couch. 

You felt her plant one more kiss at the end of your spine before you felt the vibrations stir in your ass. 

“Fuck, oh god! M’—aah!”

“Yeah? Feels fucking good, doesn’t it?” 

You didn’t even have the ability to think of an answer before you felt her dick poke at the entrance of your cunt, slowly sliding in. Every wire in your brain went into overdrive as the pulsing of the toy and her cock rattled your insides in unison. She was slowly fucking her dick into you, sliding in deep so her tip bumped into your cervix, making you let out a muffled shout into the couch cushion. 

“Fuckmedaddywan’itharder—!”

Your quick babbles were cut off as she sped up her thrusts, both her hands planted at the end of your back so she could rock you back and forth on her dick. She was drilling you, your slick coating the balls of her strap. You felt yourself slowly drifting away, your eyes crossed in your head and drool spilling down your cheek. All you could think about was Ellie. EllieEllieEllie—!

“M’right here, babygirl, I gotchu,” she cooed at you as she dug you out and you went limp. You heard the gushy sounds of your pussy and fuck, you were going to squirt so hard you felt it in your toes—

You felt the vibrations in your ass increase and you let out shouts of bliss, her tip beating your cervix just how you needed with every thrust. For the first time in your life, your brain was silent: no doubt, no loathing, no anxiety. Just pure ecstasy. You felt so fucking full. Full of her and joy and love! You love her and you never wanted her to leave you again. You love her you love her—

“M’yours, daddy, promise!” Tears pricked at your eyes as that hot feeling grew in your stomach. Your heart was pounding, and you couldn’t think, you just rambled as pleasure and happiness and love rushed through you. You were about to cum, all over her, all for her—!

“Shhh, I know, baby, it’s okay— “

“Don’t wan’anyone else! M’yours, always yours!”

You don’t remember when, but Ellie had pulled out of you. And the vibrations stopped. But you were still riding that edge, this close to your peak. Your fists clenched tight, and your hips bucked back to meet hers even though she wasn’t there to catch them. You heard Ellie gently call out your name from your side as she rubbed your back in attempts to slow your fuzzy babbling, “Look at m— “

“Always loved you, daddy, always been you, m’yours, m’all you— “

You cut yourself off with moans of her name and incoherent shouts and sobs of love you so much! I love you! as your orgasm ripped through you. Your thighs trembled as colorful specs of glitter exploded in your vision. You heard yourself screaming out as wetness splattered all over you and the couch and everywhere, and it didn’t stop. Your euphoria was so strong, your clenching cunt spraying as your ass squeezed around the plug shoved deep inside you. You were just shaking and crying and cumming and cumming and cumming—

You don’t know how much time passed, but you were still shaking as tears rolled down your cheeks. You couldn’t feel the plug inside you and Ellie’s strap was gone: you were pressed against her bare chest, your tits pressed together as she held you close. She was rubbing your back as she pressed gentle kisses to the side of your sweaty head, gently humming in your ear. You slowly brought your arm up to limply throw around her waist. You couldn’t say anything.

“Hi, honey,” She barely whispered in your ear. “Can you look at me?” 

You slowly shook your head. You felt her kiss your head again. 

“S’fine, just breath, okay?” 

You nodded again. And your eyes welled up some more. 

She must’ve heard your sniffling because she immediately pulled back to gently caress your cheek. You tried to turn your head to hide in the cushion, but she wasn’t having it. 

“C’mon angel, it’s just me, okay?”

You slowly redirected your gaze to hers, your vision blurry as you studied her features. You cried harder, sobbing as you nestled into her shoulder. 

She didn’t press you after that, she only held you tighter. She whispered gentle shhhs and s’okay, baby, m’heres as you wept into her sweaty skin. 

You know she heard your confession of your long-lasting feelings for her, and even though she didn’t seem upset with you, you couldn’t shake the embarrassment, confusion, and despair that overtook you. 

But she held you. She held you so tight. 

After your gasped sobs eased into soft whimpers and shaky exhales, Ellie guided you upstairs and into her bathroom, strong arms wrapped around your waist to steady your uncoordinated movements. 

She lifted you onto the counter and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before moving to the shower to turn it on. All you did was stare at her black towel hanging from the wall rack. You still couldn’t think. 

You heard her shuffling around before she moved back to you, easily easing you off the counter and into the shower, making sure to place you under the warm water first. 

You gaped at the droplets sliding down the shower wall and she rubbed the lathered sponge into your skin softly. She littered you with kisses the entire time: on your face, shoulder, fingers, anywhere she could reach. But you couldn’t move, and neither of you said anything. 

After Ellie rinsed you off, she gently dried your coils and face while kissing your nose. You allowed her to wrap you in a towel, gently drying off the rest of your body as you looked off into nothing. 

“C’mon, honey,” she whispered into your ear as she moved behind you, holding onto your waist and walking you to her bed to sit you down, her soiled blanket already discarded on the floor. 

It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as you gazed around her room: the lights were twinkling like fireflies, her fan in the corner of the room whirring like gusts of wind in your ears, the strings of the rug under your feet reminding you of clouds. 

She softly called your name as she walked in front of you. Your legs fell open so she could stand between them, “Look at me.” 

You took a deep breath before meeting her tender gaze. She cupped your cheeks, softly rubbing her thumbs into them, “You needa eat and drink something, okay? Want some water?” 

You nodded.

“Is it okay if I leave for a sec— “

You shook your head quickly as tears filled your eyes at the thought of her leaving. You need her close, you need her here with you—

“Shhh, not gonna go, not leaving, I’m right here,” she comforted immediately, planting more kisses all over your face. 

“Want some clothes?” You shook your head, and she nodded gently. She gave your lips one more kiss before ushering you to stand. She walked over to her dresser and grabbed her pine-scented lotion and ointment. She moved behind you, rubbing the soothing cream on your ass before moisturizing your skin, the pine surrounding you. You calmed down at the smell.

“Okay, baby, come lay down.” 

She grabbed your wrist gently as she moved you to your side, telling you to lay on your stomach as she pulled a new blanket from her linen cabinet. You obeyed silently. 

You were instantly surrounded by warmth as she tucked you into her forest-scented covers. You heard her shuffling behind you before she walked around to her side in a new pair of boxers. 

She laid next to you, pulling you into her chest as you breathed her in, sighing contently into her skin. She smelled so fucking good! You grinned.

She must’ve felt it as she pressed kisses to your head, “What’re you cheesing for?” 

You shook your head and grinned harder, nestling deeper into her neck. She laughed lightly. 

“We’ll talk in the morning, okay?” She whispered out to you.

You nodded, eyes shut. 

You dreamt of pine-filled meadows. 

OOOOOOWEEEE alright bookies that’s it :p i already got ideas 4 the next part LOOOOOL so yeah gonna start writing that soon. hope y’all liked it and the wait 4 the real smut was worth it. lots to comeeee 

hope its proofread enough lol i always think that it is n then i go back and see a bunch of errors

pt. 6

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[nevaroonie]

Not Fair

TW - Cursing, If You Look Hard Enough Slight NSFW,

WC - 1072

AN- well here it is the long-awaited part 2 of David Shaw was paying attention! I hope it was worth the wait{ I couldn't remember if the cat was male or female- mb.. like a slight David x Asher type thing- matching word count was not intended}

It’s not fair. You should be here with me. You should be here. Smiling, laughing, and gossiping with Asher. You should be here! You should be annoying the shit out of me. You should be here. Angel.. I miss you so fucking much. God theirs so much I wish I could say..

But I'm reduced to say it right here. Over a gravestone with your name on it. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come here. Every day is harder than it needs to be. Waking up without you in my arms hurts. My mind likes to convince me that you’re in the living room playing Minecraft. 

Funny enough.. I’ve been playing Minecraft more. I wanted to see what you loved about that game so much… angel the last thing I expected to see when I opened the world biome I started on. Was an entire pack of wolves..

I would have been offended to see the name, Davey.. But now the only thing I want is to hear you say it one more time. Run my hands over your body.. Had I known..God.. I just miss you so much.. Things are so much harder without you.

I haven’t spent the night in the house since your passing. It's too quiet.. The pack has taken to watching over me. Or sleepovers is what they’ve taken to calling it. I'm not the world's smartest man. But I'm not stupid either… even when you’re not here..

Talking to you is easy. It's a bit funny.. You get to meet my mom before I ever did. Micheal stopped by earlier, he couldn’t bring himself to come to the service. And he felt bad about it. 

I'm sure you wouldn’t have minded.. But he did drop off your cat.. The one I said I wasn’t going to take care of. His new partner is allergic to cats.. Originally he was going to give her to us after the trip.. But you know how that turned out.

So he gave her to me. And I’m starting to see why Milo keeps a cat. Though she’s a gremlin just like you…. Were… it’s nice having a reminder of you.. But the main reason for today's visit.. It will be the first day I'm spending the night alone back in the house. 

Of course, asher is trying to come over. He wants to make sure I eat. As if he could properly cook something. The last thing I'm going to let his ass do is burn the damn cabinets again. Though he’s been the biggest help.

He’s even been getting into fewer arguments with Christian.. However, I feel that's more of them building a good relationship. But I don’t know.. I haven’t been focusing on my alpha duties. I took a break from some of the jobs. Milo and Amanda have been covering for me. 

But I know I’ll have to get back to work soon. As much as I wished the world would stop so that I could permanently sit here and cry like I want to. I can’t.. I know I can’t.. I’m an alpha let alone the alpha of one of the strongest packs in Dahlia..

I’ll have to go soon..but I want to say sorry.. I know I wasn’t the best partner.. I was an ass, a prick.. Any name really. It’d probably fit. These words don’t mean much now that you’re gone. But I still needed you to hear them. 

But do I remember the things you have taught me. You’ve taught me things I needed to know. Things I’ve needed to grow. Angel, you still teach me things while you're gone. Your cat teaches me things too. I brought her a bed. But she likes to sleep in our bed..

Or well mine now. I think the reason I’ve been so scared to be alone in the house is because we got it together. It was supposed to be our forever home. But without you it’s quiet. And doesn’t feel like home.. Or at least our home anymore. 

Your memory haunts the place. Everywhere I go in that house. I get reminded of what I lost… what the world lost. I still remember the nights I had to force you to get off of that damn computer. You did so much for me. And yet I can’t return.. The favor… Angel something I’ve come to realize, as time passes..

Yes, I still think it’s not fair you got taken away. From the people you loved and cared about. Yes, it will be hard to live life without you. But.. what you’ve taught me is things will get better. 

I will keep opening up more.. I will keep living. You will never not be on my mind. But your memory has and will make me stronger.. And the pack has my back more than ever.. Sometimes I wonder if that's the influence you had on them..

They most definitely see through my bullshit now. I know that's something you taught them.. You and Ash.. learning to accept you’re gone hurts. It hurts a lot.. But..i know things will get better. Angel.. I love you. And I always will. 

David stands, brushing off his jeans and wiping the tears off his face. It was getting late and he needed to get home. His furry friend would be upset if he was late. He took one long look at the gravestone. Forget-me-nots were growing around it. He laughed a little as another tear rolled down his face. And made his way to his car. As got in the car and went to adjust the rearview mirror. 

He saw a familiar face.. With a matching smile. 

‘’ Good job Davey ‘’ 

And that moment he couldn’t help but break into tears.. And laughs. His angel would do something like this. Or find a way to do something like this. They’ve always been like that. He started the car and that face stayed for most of the ride. They even had a conversation.. Before he had to say goodbye for the final and last time. 

His angel was floating with the angels. And probably telling his mom all about him. As well as gossiping with his dad. Time will heal this wound. But for now, he’s allowed to grieve.

[on-my-vigilante-sht]

You’re Losing Me

Finnick Odair x Reader

Summary: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s “You’re Losing Me.” How Finnick loses the best thing he’s ever had

Warnings: So much angst, the angsty-est thing I’ve written in a long time. Not spellchecked and originally types on my phone. 

Word Count: 1.3k (sorry it’s short, I’m getting used to writing one shots again)

Masterlist

I sat quietly in m- Finnick’s home in Victor’s Village. No matter how long I lived here and how many assurances I had gotten in the past that it was my home too, it never felt like that. I’m not a victor, just a girl who had been lucky enough to never be reaped. But because of my luck I felt like an outsider in my boyfriend’s community here in 4. As for his life in the Capitol? That was uncharted territory I never wanted to touch. As much as he tried to shield me from the issues I was keenly aware of Finnick’s role in the Capitol as well as the conniving souls that dwelled in it.

As I was stewing in my thoughts Finnick entered, clearly exhausted from his time in the Capitol. “Hey,” I called softly, not bothering to look up since I knew he wouldn’t.

I got a grumbled greeting as he continued into his bedroom. His dismissal stung but I had mostly gotten used to it. I wasn’t sure what changed. Maybe he was just exhausted now, maybe someone else has replaced me in his mind, maybe he has gotten tired of my presence, I didn’t quite know. All I knew was that three months ago he had gotten back from this year’s games and he was completely different. He wasn’t the doting boyfriend who was eager to see me anymore. But I just took it because I knew my heart couldn’t take losing him and yet I felt like he was losing me. I could actually feel my affections slipping away, it was like my heart wouldn’t start for him anymore. It wasn’t hell, it was purgatory.

Sighing I got up, heading to the guest room seeing as there was no point in me sitting up.

~

By morning I was up early, way earlier than Finnick. So I went to the market in an effort to avoid the crowds and get groceries before the sun had a chance to spoil them.

Returning to the house I found Finnick standing in the kitchen in half-dressed disarray. “Y/N,” he breathed as I stepped into view. I stared at him blankly, unsure what to make of the situation. He stumbled over to me, kicking off the half laced up shoe. I couldn’t even comprehend what was happening, still unsure of myself when he threw his arms around me. My own arms unable to move both because my brain was still catching up and my arms were weighed down by heavy grocery bags. “You didn’t come to bed last night,” he whispered in explanation, “and then you were gone this morning— Y/N, I love you so much.”

A part of me was relieved to have his attention again but my logical side was saying that this man had disregarded me for months. I scoffed, “How can you say you love me when you didn’t even know I was dying for the past three months? Or didn’t even acknowledge it.”

He stepped back, looking down in shame. “I’m sorry, I just- I couldn’t admit that we were sick.”

“You made us like that. You just stopped acknowledging me.” Tears were slipping out of my eyes now.

“I was trying to protect you,” he admitted. “You know how the Capitol feels about me.”

“Stop, you’re losing me. I know how they felt about you even before we got together. It’s something else,” I confronted him. I waited expectantly but Finnick just stared at the floor. Exasperated and feeling every emotion in existence I filled the silence. “Do something, say something, lose something, risk something, choose something, anything just don’t ignore me,” I begged. Realizing he wouldn’t do anything I spoke again after a beat of silence. “Well if you won’t fight for us… then let me go.” My heart shattered with those words.

That finally got Finnick to respond as he looked up. “What?” He approached me before dropping to his knees, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Y/N please don’t. Please stay, I’m sorry,” now he was crying and begging.

“Look, I wouldn’t marry me either,” I confessed, “but I just wanted you to see me. But I gave you all my best, and all of my empathy but you just watched me bleed.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know you don’t.”

“Why now?”

“Because we’re just sitting in darkness and it’s time. Finnick,” the tears were coming so fast I could hardly speak, “I could never lose you but you’re losing me so please, I’m begging you, let me go.”

I felt his arms wrap tighter around me as his body wracked with sobs. “Goodbye Y/N.”

“Thank you,” I sobbed, running my fingers through his hair one last time before stepping out of his grasp. As I grabbed a couple things I watched him fold in on himself sobbing.

~

Finnick felt empty, he had for the past several months now that Y/N was gone. He knew it was selfish but he wished he hadn’t let her go because if he hadn’t uttered those words, she’d still be in his home right now.

Instead, he’s sitting in a bar in 4, ready to get blackout drunk when she walks in, hanging off the arm with an old friend, Ronan Hayden. A guy Finnick had had continuous issues with while he was dating Y/N.

Finnick tried to swallow his anger in the form of his first shot but it only made him angrier. So he ordered a beer, thinking that a slower drink may take his mind off of it.

After stewing for an hour and with his inhibitions lowered by the alcohol, Finnick had had enough watching Y/N laugh at Ronan’s jokes. Taking another shot for courage, Finnick stormed up to her table.

As the angry blond approached, Y/N finally seemed to realize her ex was in the same establishment she was. “Finnick,” she acknowledged in surprise.

“What the hell-” Ronan began angrily.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Finnick cut him off. “I really am and I know no amount of words can undo the pain I put you through but I have to try to atone for what I did. You know how they say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone? I’m so so sorry I couldn’t appreciate you then but I can now. I’ll spend the rest of our lives appreciating you and trying to make up for what I did and for the months we lost because I was acting like a dick. And- and,” Finnick was nervous and rambling now, sobriety seeming to kick in, “I’ve thought about what you’d do or say when you saw my face again. Whether you’d have me back or tell me to go fuck myself,” he chuckled awkwardly. “But I needed to try.”

She pursed her lips, looking conflicted before she looked down at the table, both men eager for her affections waiting with bated breath. “Finnick… for months while we were still together and weeks after I tried to restart my pulse but my heart just won’t start for you anymore. You wouldn’t choose me and I’m not convinced you’d consistently choose me if I took you back. All I wanted was for you to see me but you kept running in the other direction. An- and honestly,” she stuttered out nervously, turning to look at Ronan, “I’m falling in love again.” The man visibly melted at her words while Finnick deflated. “I’ll be honest, our breakup devastated me,” she looked back up at her ex, “it was like a plane was going down but Ronan here turned it around. I’m sorry Finnick, but you lost me.”

With those words she cemented the door shut and completely tore out Finnick’s heart. He solemnly nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry I lost you.”

Masterlist

[imstarlostt]

“Surprise ?”

Hwang Hyunjin x (Insecure) Idol Fem.reader

Playlist: at the bottom

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(Reader’s POV)

Everything felt wrong.

Like I couldn’t breathe anymore like I couldn’t even live anymore.

I worked all day in my studio trying to cheer myself up ever since I hadn’t slept all night. My members were all back at the dorm, we had a day off but I still decided to spend it here at the studio. I wanted to work but my mind was clouded by some troubled thoughts.

I had recently posted a picture on my Instagram account, it was the first time I posted something ever since me and the other members had our own accounts. I thought I looked pretty in the picture, for once. The people in the comments didn’t think the same way.

I had recently been all alone, ever since Hyunjin left for the tour. I was alone at home, the bed felt cold and no one was there to comfort me if I needed help. The fact that there was no laughter, no one talking. It was just me & my thoughts…I felt worse than ever. All these comments didn’t help, last night when I came back home, I didn’t eat. I felt so bad…

I went to sleep or at least tried to sleep and I ended up pulling an all-nighter. This morning when I woke up, I looked so pale and my eye bags didn’t help my state. If Hyunjin would’ve been there it wouldn’t have happened. He would’ve soothed me.. but unfortunately you cannot always get what you want in life.

People were writing things like “You’re fat” or “🤮🤮”. I felt nauseous, I never thought a single picture could make people feel this way. They were probably right… I was fat..

Now I felt like I didn’t deserve Hyunjin, I had always been insecure about my body and he always had let me know that he loved me and my body. He always said I was perfect just the way I was. But there was a part of me that still didn’t believe him completely. And that part of me has grown a lot in the past few days. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I felt like breaking up with him would be best…

It would be best for the both of us, he could find someone better, prettier, and I could work on myself. So when he would come back from the tour I would tell him, tell him how I truly feel about us.

For now, I will stay here trying to write songs for our next comeback. I needed to focus on something else.

When the evening came I walked back home listening to “K” by Cigarettes After Sex. Ever since winter had come, the sun was getting low earlier and the dark took place earlier. It made me feel weird but it was comforting. I had my coat on and every time I breathed from my mouth fog was created.

I got to my front porch, my hand shook as I unlocked the door. I felt sad suddenly, the fact that I was finally home and I could cry if I wanted to, made me feel overwhelmed. I opened the door and I took a shaky breath in, as tears formed in my eyes. I let my keys fall to the table next to the stairs as I put my coat on the hanger next to the front door.

Suddenly I could feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. As I pulled it out I saw the contact name, it was Hyunjin, he was calling me… but why ?

Isn’t he busy ? He doesn’t have time for me…

I answered the call as I put on a smile on my face trying to ignore my sadness. “Hi ?” Hyunjin’s voice answered, “Hi angel” I smiled at the tone of his voice as I leaned on the wall. “Are you okay ?” I asked, “Yeah, I got a surprise for you..” I raised my eyebrows in curiosity. “A surprise ?” I asked, “Yeah a surprise… Can you do something for me angel ?” I hummed, “Close your eyes for me okay ?” I closed my eyes “Great now relax..”

I relaxed my shoulders as I kept my eyes closed.

I suddenly felt arms wrapping around my waist as the line of my phone beeped, indicating the call had ended. “Hey angel” I heard Hyunjin whisper in my ear as my eyes opened. I backed up against the wall, as tears filled my eyes. “Hyunjin…” I stared at him with glossy eyes.

“Angel.. what’s wrong ?” He stepped back as he took a look at me. “Why.. why are you here..?” Hyunjin frowned. “To see you… I came back from tour an hour ago.. thought I’d surprise you” I stuttered. “I-I…” Hyunjin wrapped his arms around my waist as he pulled me towards him. “Shh.. it’s okay.. I’m here baby” I cried in his arms.

“I know… I know why you’re like this and you shouldn’t.. it’s okay baby” I cried harder “I saw the comments..” I felt like my walls had come down. “You’re so beautiful… my baby” I tightened my grip against him not wanting to let go.

“I don’t deserve you..” Hyunjin let out a small sigh. “No… I don’t deserve you” he sighed softly, “You know…” he pulled away. “I get these comments every time I post something too.. I bet you didn’t even notice the ones telling you, you were pretty… you only focused on the bad ones” He smiled softly as a tear rolled down his cheek. “You’re so beautiful my love, it's not because five people said the opposite that it means it’s true…”

“They’re probably jealous anyway” he hugged me back again. “I’m here… I’m here now and I’m not leaving for a good while alright..?” I nodded against his chest. “Everything will be alright..” I closed my eyes as I felt his heartbeat ringing in my ears.

“I love you.. more than anything in the world” I smiled as I looked at him with tears in my eyes. “I love you too”, he kissed me softly, everything felt just right… just like it used to be. He was home and it felt like home at last…

Word count: 1k

Playlist:

-Here With Me by d4vd

-K by Cigarettes After Sex

-Daylight by David Kushner

-The Beach by The Neighbourhood

-Space song by Beach House

-Creep by Radiohead

-Never Felt so Alone by Labrinth

[gx-gameon]

I just read Jaden in 5DS era AU and I want to know if that is part of the Yugi adopts Jaden AU or Canon Jaden.

Also about BBT in the Jaden Muto AU, what is Jaden feeling the entire time? It isn't everyday you team up with the younger self of your dad XD

The 5Ds era Au will probably be cannon Jaden.

I want it to be approachable to any reader. The Yugi Adopts Jaden au is going to have a lot going on in it already.

I also haven’t decided if Jaden will go home at the end of that Au. I think Jesse will come forward in time and they will join the 5Ds crew going forward. And if that is the ending, Jaden gaining new friends and now the “Robin” of the crew. Then I don’t know if I want to connect it to Yugi adopts Jaden since Jaden won’t come home. He’d miss having like 30 years with his dads and that’s super sad.

But let’s focus on your second question.

In the Yugi adopts Jaden Au the bonds beyond time movie is wild.

Because Jaden is currently traveling the globe. Helping out where needed and just finding himself again. He hears that Zane/Syrus’s cyber dragon has been stolen and he’s looking for it, when Jesse calls. Rainbow Dragon has been taken. That is not something Jaden can allow to happen.

Personally I love the idea that Jesse actually met up/ran into Jaden in Venice. Maybe he was looking for his friend. Maybe he was there for a tournament and bumped into Jaden. Maybe they arranged to meet there or Jesse was surprising his friend. (I’ve read some great fics like this)

Either way Jesse is with Jaden when Rainbow Dragon is stolen. Jaden watches as Jesse loses a member of his family and swears to get it back, rushing off before Jesse can follow.

By the time Jesse catches up the square is already destroyed and Jaden is already with Yusei.

But back to topic.

In this au Jaden mets Yusei and everything goes according to plan, until they travel back in time and met Yugi.

Holy cow is this weird for Jaden. That’s his Dad!! But he’s young and the millennium puzzle hangs around his neck and Jaden knows what that means. This is back when Yugi and Atem shared a body.

But Yugi is crying because Grandpa is dead? And the whole square blew up. Jaden’s head is spinning. Gramps can’t be dead! No that’s not right. Gramps had just called him not even a week ago and the old man was still as sharp as ever. He couldn’t be dead.

Worse this is Yugi before he adopted Jaden. Jaden didn’t know it at the time, but now that he’s the same age that Yugi was when he adopted him Jaden understands how much Yugi sacrificed to take him in. To be his dad. And he knows a lot of that was only possible because of Gramps. Sure things changed when Oto-san and Dad got married but earlier on it was Yugi and Solomon taking care of him. Atem to after he adjusted to living in the modern era.

If Gramps died then would Yugi even be able to take Jaden in? Would they even meet? And he feels awful for think it. After all he shouldn’t be thinking about himself right now. But his whole reality depends on this one going right.

Plus he hates seeing his dad cry.

Paradox had stolen Jesse’s family member, killed Jaden’s great grandpa and made his dad cry. Jaden’s going after him with all he has.

The duel itself is awesome. Dueling along side Yugi and stem when they shared a body is so weird yet also one of the coolest things ever because he can see both their strategies at play and how the seamlessly blend them.

Yusei is an amazing duelist to and Jaden is honestly having the time of his life fighting beside them. He’s going to have to make it a goal to meet Yusei again.

They win and Jaden gets returned to his time (successfully) and says goodbye to Yusei. (They will met again)

He mets up with Jesse to return Rainbow Dragon and tell him about his adventure. While doing so he realizes he needs to call to people. He calls grandpa first just because he wants to make sure the old man is alright. (He’s just fine and over joyed to hear from Jaden) second he calls his dad and Uncle Atem.

He tries to dance around it but the both just laugh and say that they remember him. It’s really weird. They didn’t have these memories before today. But whatever alternate reality Jaden and Yusei had stopped from happening by meeting up with Yugi must have merged with their own.

Yugi didn’t seek Jaden out because of their duel against paradox. Their meeting was complete accident or fate depending on how you want to see it. But now that he has those memories he, Jaden and Atem can all discuss the duel and Yusei.

[writingwhimsey]

Hey! I just loved your earlier hc of Hideyoshi and Yukimura 🩵🩵. They are my favorite ikesen suitors.💓✨. Can I request another where we can see Hideyoshi and Yukimura as dad and taking care of their newborns ✌🏻✨

Thank you for the ask! This was fun to write! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

400 Follower Celebration

Fluff Headcanon: Suiter taking care of their newborn baby

Suitors: Hideyoshi Ikesen & Yukimura

Warnings: Uh...mentions of poopy diapers? But mostly just fluff.

Hideyoshi

It’s the middle of the night and you’re being woken up once again. It’s time for another feeding. “I’ve got the baby. You go back to sleep.” Hideyoshi tells you, leaning over and kissing your forehead. “You’ve already done enough.”

You smile, grateful for how attentive Hideyoshi is and how much he wants to be involved. “Thank you.” You then lay back as Hideyoshi gets up to tend to your newborn. Even though Hideyoshi had told you to go back to sleep, you couldn’t help but to watch him.

Hideyoshi scoops your newborn up into his arms, cradling them to his chest. “Shh, shh, it’s alright, Papa has you.” He speaks soothingly to the baby.

You watch as he delicately feeds and changes the baby, taking care to be so gentle with each action. He doesn’t complain as he changes what appears to be a particularly nasty poopy diaper. Once he has your infant fed and changed, he’s cradling them in his arms and sitting down, gently rocking the baby.

He hums as he rocks the baby, a gentle smile on his face, a loving and warm look in his eyes. You can’t help but to have a similar smile on your own face as you watch him with your newborn. You slowly drift off to sleep while thinking about what a wonderful father Hideyoshi is.

Yukimura

It had been weeks since you had given birth. And it had been just as long since you’d gone into town with friends. Yukimura had volunteered to stay home with the baby while you went out with your friends for a few hours. You’re hesitant, but he insists he can handle the baby.

“I’ve got this. I’m a parent, too.” He assures you.

“Alright.” You agree and leave, giving Yukimura a kiss on the cheek and pecking your baby on the forehead as they rest in his arms.

“Alright, a day with, Papa.” Yukimura says, looking down at the sleeping infant. Within minutes, the baby begins to cry. Yukimura starts rocking the baby in his arms. “Shh, shh, it’s okay.” He tries to soothe the baby. It takes a bit of effort, but Yukimura manages to soothe the baby.

While you are away, Yukimura tends to your child. The baby gets fussy at times and sometimes…. He gets a little overwhelmed. When those times happens, he’ll seek the advice of Shingen or Sasuke…Shingen is the most helpful. 

When he has to deal with a particularly nasty diaper, Yukimura is gagging and holding his kimono up over his nose. “How can someone so small poop so much?!” He exclaims as he cleans up the baby.

Yukimura then tries to settle the baby down for a nap. Every time he sets the baby down, they start crying. But instantly settles when resting on his chest. Yukimura sighs as he settles against a wall, cradling the baby to his chest. He looks down at the sleeping infant and a smile comes to his face. “You and your mom really are the best thing to ever happen to me.” He whispers to the baby.

When you return home, you find Yukimura sitting leaned against the wall, your baby cradles to his chest and both of them sound asleep. You can’t help but to smile as you look at them. This life was better than anything you could have imagined.

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[foxes-that-run]

do you think Hits Different is haylor coded?

Hi, to me it is, though I think it is ambiguous as I think Taylor's feelings might have been. Aaron indicated it was an earlier song on Midnights. It was possibly written not very long after Renegade.

Timeline

Aaron mentioned it as one of the songs they wrote together, he mentioned it when saying they wrote High Infidelity in L.A. after Taylor saw Harry at the 2021 Grammy's. He mentioned The Great War also. (31 mins in Broken Record podcast)

I guess this somewhat depends on one's view of the Joever timeline and the Haylor aspects of Folklore. At that time Harry wrote As it was and LOML which are about moving on and there was a lot of reporting around OW.

Video

In this pretty unsettling short she wore an Opal, Taylor's worn Opals since 2014 including the Cardigan video and says 'Opal eyes' in Ivy.

Lyrics

I washed my hands of us at the club You made a mess of me I pictured you with other girls in love Then threw up on the street Like waiting for a bus that never shows You just start walkin' on They say that if it's right, you know Each bar plays our song Nothing has ever felt so wrong

Taylor has been a mess in:

All You Had To Do Was Stay: I’ve been picking up the pieces of the mess you made

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: I’m a mess but I’m the mess that you wanted

Illicit Affairs: Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

Also the only other bus lyric is The 1: I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn’t, though.

Bars feature a lot on Reputation, so many associate them with Joe, (who she started dating after a lot of the album was recorded.) however to me most of those songs are Haylor.

Oh my, love is a lie Shit my friends say to get me by It hits different It hits different this time Catastrophic blues Movin' on was always easy for me to do It hits different It hits different 'cause it's you ('Cause it's you)

The Catastrophic blues, to me are most similar to Peace: "If your cascade ocean wave blues come." but I hear the lyric as Taylor is depressed.

'Movin' on was always easy for me to do' indicates Harry to me because, he is someone she hasn't been able to move on from because of the cyclical nature of it:

End Game "We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't" and "And I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul"

DBATC: "Chandelier's still flickering here / 'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not"

I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost Rip the Band-Aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw Freedom felt like summer then on the coast Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings And I never don't cry (no, I never don't cry) at the bar Yeah, my sadness is contagious (my sadness is contagious) I slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car I stopped receiving invitations

Taylor has also described Harry is irreplaceable, not a switchable Ken:

Question..?:"Cause I don't remember who I was / Before you painted all my nights / A color I've searched for since" and "Does it feel like everything's just like / Second best after that meteor strike

Ready for it: "And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor / Every lover known in comparison is a failure"

Gold Rush: "And the coastal town / We wandered 'round had never / Seen a love as pure as it"

Finally the drunk, slurred name lyrics, (hard to slur Joe), and

Cruel Summer: I’m drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

Death By A Thousand Cuts: I get drunk but it’s not enough ‘cause the morning comes and you’re not my baby

I find the artifacts, cried over a hat Cursed the space that I needed I trace the evidence, make it make some sense Why the wound is still bleedin' You were the one that I loved Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief In the good in the world, you once believed in me And I felt you and I held you for a while Bet I could still melt your world Argumentative, antithetical dream girl

Joe's worn a few baseball caps, though Taylor has also referenced Harry's hats before. In early interviews Niall said he wore them to hide his hair in public, so he wears them a lot. Including this green beanie in the 22 MV.

Bleeding is a Haylor Theme

Trace the evidence / Wrinkle in time reminds me of Right where you left me, "They expected me to find somewhere / Some perspective, but I sat and stared"

Hair, Stare and Sense of belief describe Harry well:

Hair (Style: long hair, Shake it off: hella good hair, Gold Rush: Hair falling into place)

Stare (Style: daydream look in your eye, Delicate: look into your eyes, Exile: eyes add insult to injury, Gold Rush: Twinkling eyes)

Harry has a belief in the good in the world, Joe may too, we don't really know him.

Finally the Argumentative, antithetical dream girl - reminds me of Gold Rush "At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit". Harry describes Taylor in Sweet Creature "It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn, I know" Kiwi "Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect" and Woman "I told you, but I know you never listen."

I heard your key turn in the door down the hallway Is that your key in the door? Is it okay? Is it you? Or have they come to take me away? To take me away

Finally, hallways and doors both feature a lot in Haylor songs, here the muse has a key. I guess this also depends on a perspective of the pandemic time, I don't find it a stretch to think H had a key to Taylors home. As far as I wonder if she even has a literal key anymore...

Have they come to take me away reminds me of:

Wonderland: And in the end in Wonderland, we both went mad

Say Don’t Go: The waiting is a sadness fading into madness

Don’t Blame Me: "For you I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind" and "Don’t blame me, love made me crazy"

I Wish You Would: This mad, mad love makes you come running

Blank Space: Magic, madness, heaven, sin

[surftrips]

butterflies — part nine.

pairing: rafe cameron x female reader

summary: after returning home from college for the summer, y/n runs into rafe cameron and the two form an unlikely relationship.

word count: ~900

a/n: this is the last real chapter of this series! part ten will be an epilogue unless i change my mind lol. thank you all for bearing with me! series masterlist.

“Y-you’re what?” 

“I love you,” you repeated.

“No, that’s not what you said. You said you were in love with me,” Rafe corrected. 

“Both of those things are true.”

“Where is this coming from?” 

“You said, ‘Who am I to tell you anything?’ Well, you’re my best friend. Do you remember when you held me in your arms that night? The first time you ever saw me cry?” 

“Yeah,” he responded. He had made you cry one night in his backyard after talking about your exes. One moment he was saying something about thinking he was a horrible person and the next there were tears in your eyes. He had never meant to make you cry, but he also never would have expected for you to care so much.

“Well, I think I’ve been in love with you ever since then. Just hearing you talk about your ex and how you liked her more than she liked you, the whole time I was thinking how can anyone not like someone as wonderful as you?”

“Y/N, be serious,” he mimicked your words from earlier.

“I am, Rafe. It broke my heart to hear you speak about yourself like that, because none of it is true. You’re the least-horrible person I know,” you said, earning a chuckle from him. 

“You’re not too bad yourself, Y/N.” 

“And listen, I know this is probably a lot. I mean, we haven’t seen each other in a few months, let alone properly talked. You obviously don’t have to feel the same way, but I just had to tell you,” you sighed heavily before continuing. “I care about you so much, and I am totally okay being the one that likes you more.” 

Rafe smiled, “Y/N, I don’t know why you have this idea that I don’t like you. Yeah, sure you got back together with your ex and gave me a concussion, but I still like you. I care about you a lot, too.” 

“Even after everything?”

“You’re my best friend, Y/N. I was dreading this summer because I thought I was going to be all alone, and then, out of the blue, I met you. And I fell for you.” 

There it was. The confirmation that you had been waiting for. You couldn’t help but smile. 

“I can’t even remember who I was before you, but when we started hanging out, I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulders. It sounds cheesy but it was like I was floating whenever I was around you,” he nervously scratched his head. 

“No, it’s not cheesy,” you rushed to reassure him. “I know what you mean, Dylan was always pulling me down with him. But all you’ve done since the day we met is lift me up. I barely knew you in high school, but I didn’t know me either, not until we met again,” you began to sniffle. “I don’t want to know what it’s like without you again.” 

“Oh, come here,” Rafe pulled you into his arms and gave you a long-overdue hug. You took in his familiar scent and savored every moment, not wanting to let go. “You’ll always have me, sweetheart. Even if we’re not talking or miles apart, I’ll always be yours.” 

“Mine?”

“Yours.” 

“Promise?”

“Promise.” 

You two stayed like that for a while, lying in comfortable silence. After a while, you spoke up again.

“Rafe?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.” 

“For what?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“I used to think that love was out of reach for me. I’ve liked you for so long, but I didn’t want to take a risk and ruin our friendship. But you are worth the risk, you’re worth everything to me. So thank you, for showing me that love is still out there.” 

“I should be thanking you.” He smiled, “I’m so glad you weren’t around me right after Emma. I was insufferable.” 

“Still are sometimes,” you joked.

“That’s bold coming from someone who hit me with a vase.” 

“Too soon, Rafe. I said I was sorry a million times!” 

“I know, I know. Apologies. You’re lucky you’re so cute.” 

You beamed. Sure, Rafe had given you compliments in the past, but always in teasing or friendly tones. This time it felt different, better. 

“And you’re lucky I love you,” 

“I sure am,” he grinned. “I love you too, Y/N.” 

“Oh, thank god. I said it so long ago I was sure you were avoiding saying it back.” 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked suddenly. 

“Please.” 

He leaned in and his lips connected with yours effortlessly. It was nothing like Dylan or any of the people you had kissed in the past. It felt like your entire life had been leading up to this very moment. A kiss full of color. 

If someone had told you everything that happened to you this summer a few months ago, you would have laughed in their face. Y/N pre-summer was so focused on fitting in at college and into her boyfriend’s life. Now, you know that none of that matters, the only thing that matters is love, real love. Not the toxic-manipulation you believed was love. No, Rafe had shown you what it felt like to come out of your chrysalis and fly for the first time. You were on cloud nine. 

When you two pulled away, you whispered “I think you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” 

—

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a special thank you to those who have been here since the beginning :')

[sarahrogersevans]

I’ll Always Find My Way Back To You- Bucky Barnes xreader fan fic

Summary: Y/N is the love of Bucky’s life but he was always on missions with Sam Wilson (the new captain america) and he barely got to see her but one day finally comes back to her for good

Warnings: angsty, fluff, mentions of a rough past, comfort fluff, soft Bucky, let me know if I miss anything

~ Y/N’s POV~

I missed Bucky so much it wasn’t the same without him holding me at night but getting his letters every few days made me happy knowing he was ok and that he was thinking of me. I couldn’t be more proud of him saving the world that’s what I loved about him he always wanted to help people.

Bucky’s most recent letter came earlier this morning saying:

“Hi Doll,

I’m doing really well but I miss you so much, Sam and I are wrapping up this mission soon. I can’t wait to see you in a few days and being able to hold you in my arms makes me more eager to finish up here I’ll be home soon and I promise it’ll be for good this time I love you very much Y/N.

Love,

Bucky”

I smiled reading Bucky’s new letter knowing he would be home soon, I started cleaning around the house making everything look nice for when he got here, I knew Bucky would come home again one day I never doubted him.

~Bucky’s POV~

Sam just dropped me off across the street from Y/N’s place a few days early so I could surprise her and I was really nervous and excited to see her again it’s been a month since I’ve seen her. I walked up to the door and knocked waiting to see her face. Y/N opened the door and was shocked and said “Oh my goodness!.. hi Bucky oh my god I missed you so much!! Welcome home!!” Y/N hugged me tight and I wrapped my arms around her smiling feeling relieved to be able to see my girl again. I kissed Y/N passionatly and said “god doll face I missed you to death, I couldn’t wait another day to be with you.”

Y/N smiled leaning her forehead against mine having her arms around my neck and she said “I’m so happy you’re back Bucky I missed you so much I worried about you every day I worried I was possibly gonna lose you.” I shook my head saying “never doll, you could never lose me, I’ll always find my way back to you I promise Y/N I’m not going anywhere.” I kissed her forehead pulling her close to hug her again.

~Y/N’s POV~

I felt so relieved that Bucky was ok and safe and sound. We just stood there hugging each other for a while and Bucky whispered in my ear how much he loved me and how sorry he was and I cried a bit. Bucky pulled back to look at me and said “hey doll shhh it’s ok please don’t cry ok? I’m here now I’m never leaving you again, let’s just sit and cuddle up with each other hmm?” Bucky wiped my tears away with his thumbs carefully and I smiled at him which made him smile and I could never resist how adorable his smile was. Bucky saw I smiled and said “there’s my beautiful girl’s smile.” I blushed smiling more and Bucky cupped my face and kissed me again before we sat on the couch together to cuddle which we haven’t been alone in a month so I was both excited and nervous but I knew he loved being home with me again I just let go and let him guide me through our evening together.

Bucky sat down first and then I sat down next to him snuggling up close hugging his arm worried he’d leave if I let go and I noticed Bucky put his arm around me pulling me closer to him which helped me feel happy but I was quiet for a bit thinking a lit and Bucky noticed it and he rubbed my back and said “Y/N, darling what is it? What are you thinking?” I looked into his eyes and said “it’s nothing really Bucky I’m just nervous at the moment what if I do something or say something to ruin this?” Bucky tilted my chin up so I’d look at him and he said “doll you could never ruin anything I love you, you are amazing and you are always the girl I fell for years ago, don’t ever think less of yourself please?” I smiled and said “You’re amazing Bucky I love you so much.” He kissed me and said “I love you to the moon and back my love.”

A few minutes later I started feeling sleepy which I tried to fight it but Bucky kissed my forehead and said “don’t fight it doll close your eyes and rest a bit I’m not going anywhere I promise.” I smiled at Bucky and said “I love you Bucky.” and I drifted into a relaxing sleep after laying my head on Bucky’s chest taking in the comforting scent of my wonderful boyfriend being thankful I finally him back.

Hey lovelies!! I’m back to writing finally 😌♥️I’m sorry it had been so long I hope you all will enjoy this one xx

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[fiona-frauenfell]

I posted a one-shot on Ao3 if anyone would like to read it! (Or it posted below the cut.)

*Minor mention of verbal abuse*

Staring into a map for hours on end wasn’t my cup of tea, but alas, here I was. Alongside my loop mates, I found myself looking through maps to help Noor find her mom.

I would rather be looking at maps to find Fiona, but I overheard Millard asking Enoch earlier if he could “make sure he stays on task.” He being myself I assume because ever since Fiona has gone missing Millard has treated me as though everything I do towards finding Fiona is pointless. He claims there are “other things to worry about,” like finding V.

I feel like that’s all I’ve been hearing about for days. “Have you found anything out about V?”, “Are you looking for V?”, “Keeping looking for V!” At this point, I never want to hear the twenty second letter of the alphabet again.

Though I don’t blame Noor at all, I empathize with her if anything. I understand what it’s like to have someone you care about ripped away from your grasp. And Noor hasn’t seen V in years, I can’t even imagine how that feels.

Time went on, I begrudgingly looked through maps and Enoch stopped looking to over to see what I was doing, so I soon swapped my atlas of Ohio for one of Ireland.

Ireland was the only home Fiona had besides Cairnholm, not that she’d want to go back there anyway. After all the people who cursed her name and warned to never return, I doubt she would felt welcome to make a return.

Even if I did find a loop that Fiona could be hiding at, I would never get permission to go there. Heck, I don’t even have the permission to look through the map without having to sneak a glance, what made me think any authority figure would let me go to Ireland? Of course, I could always escape, but my chances of success with that were also very slim.

The only other option was to agree with my loop mates that Fiona had passed, which was an obvious no for me. But much as I didn’t want to believe it, it was still possible. But it couldn’t be, she couldn’t be, right?

I didn’t have much time to dwell on that thought, as my friends closed their maps for a lunch break. All except for Noor, who encouraged us to go eat, while she stayed to look through more maps. With this, I overheard Millard praise her for her dedication.

That was it. Before I could think to hold my tongue, I slammed my atlas shut and muttered “If you all had only cared this bloody much about finding Fiona, we would’ve had her back by now.”

I stormed out and tried to find a place to cool off. I end up finding myself on a bench beside the back doors of the library. Not all that far, but just out of the public eye. With tears streaming, I sat down and put my face in my hands.

I walked out of the building to try and hide that reaction. I was kind of embarrassed of how I reacted; Not the anger, Millard definitely deserved that, but the crying scared me. It put me in a state of vulnerability that I thought I escaped centuries ago, but here I was.

That was my father’s doing. In that moment I felt like I was fifteen again when the famine first stuck. Many of my friends were dying for an unknown reason and I was scared I was next. It got particularly hard when my youngest sister had contracted a disease that eventually also took her life. She was young, a couple months or so; we knew she wouldn’t make it but we had to latch on to some sort of hope, for there wasn’t any more of it anywhere else.

When she did eventually pass, I cried my self to sleep for almost a week. ‘Why was this happening to me?’ I could help but ask. Everyone around me was dying and couldn’t help but think that somehow maybe, it was my fault? How could I do this?

One night, my father heard the commotion in my room and peaked in my door. With an aggitated look he kneeled in front of my bed and whispered from behind gritted teeth. “Stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.”

From there on out I equated my empathy with ‘the need to grow up’ or ‘the need to become a real man, because real men don’t cry.’

I no longer cried because I was empathetic, I cried because what happened to me because I was empathetic.

But I finally found people that made me feel okay, like I could be my true self around them, even if I did cry every now and again.

Now the same people are trying to tell me my girlfriend is dead and tell me I’m over reacting when I tell them she’s not. What’s friends I have. If you call them that.

For example, when Victor died, nobody shoved it down Bronwyn’s throat. When she cried, nobody told her stop overreacting. They would sit with her, make sure she had a shoulder to cry on. And you see what I get?

Nobody treated me like that. And when I went away to sulk nobody would come to get me. Or so I thought.

About two minutes later Emma sat beside him, but I was a bit too preoccupied to notice. He finally noticed her presence when she put her hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be crying” wiping his eyes with my shirt sleeve as he spoke.

“Don’t apologize. I understand what you’re going through, and I know it’s hard.” Emma was trying to hard to use her “polite lady” voice and I was over it.

“No, you don’t. How could you possibly know what this feels like?” I shouted at her without even thinking.

“Because when Abe passed away…” she said, and I sobbed even harder; to think that Fiona could really be dead, yes it’s something I’ve considered but I didn’t believe it, her saying it just made it much more real.

“No,” I muttered “No, she’s not...” I try to continue my sentence but I find myself at a loss for words, instead I find myself wrapped in Emma’s hug. If anything, it always felt good when Emma gave a hug because of her fire powers.

We were comfortable. We stayed like that for a little bit, me crying on her shoulder.

In an attempt to cheer me up, she asks “So, what about lunch?” My weak spot; food. Through the tears I managed a weak, sarcastic chuckle. “I guess.”

[jaeyunniesimp]

you’re on your own, kid. (l.hs) part two.

part three

“i didn’t choose this town, i dream of getting out. there’s just one who could make me stay all my days”.

tw: a little angst, mentions of alcohol

wc: 1.1k

“I missed you”. You couldn’t help but feel sad. It should be a good thing, right? He loved you, as a friend. He missed you, but not in the same way you missed him.

— I missed you too. — You said with a weak smile on your face.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the rush of overwhelming emotions, or both, but tears started threatening to form in your eyes. It took everything in you not to cry right there and now.

— So, what made you change schools? — You asked, trying to shake off the saddening look that was starting to form on your face.

— Well, actually, Nayeon and I broke up in not very good terms. I couldn’t really stand being in the same place as her, as childish as that may sound. I have a friend that goes here, Beomgyu, and he said I should give it a try. I’ve been liking it here so far… — He answered, after taking a deep breath.

— I’m so sorry, Hee… I really thought you two were made for each other — You said, facepalming yourself mentally once more, realizing that was probably not the best thing to say after a BREAKUP — I mean, you seemed fine when we last spoke, but it’s been so long I-

— It’s okay Y/N, I get that a lot — He interrupted you, laughing. — We should get a drink. C’mon! — He pulled you by the arm, walking towards the kitchen counter, where bottles of alcohol were placed messily.

Let’s just say you two had way too much to drink. Basically one hour after your little awkward talk, you were jumping around this strangers living room, singing along to Katy Perry from the top of your lungs, like it was the last thing you’d ever do. You crossed eyes with Yunjin from across the room, to whom you waved to excitedly. She flashed you the widest, most genuine smile, seeing you having fun for once.

— I need to sit down — You managed to blurb out, while making your way to the balcony, Heeseung following right behind you.

You found a spot on the ground, staring at the city night view, while Heeseung sat down beside you, doing just the same.

— I hate Seoul. I wish the sky was clearer, y’know? I can’t see ONE star! — You stated, way too excitedly, which made the boy beside you laugh.

— Remember when we planned on leaving? Going to like, Switzerland and getting a job at a hotel? — He asked, smiling widely.

— Oh my God we should totally do that! When did that become my plan B? — You genuinely asked. He laughed at your statement, but suddenly his smile faded quickly.

— Y/N?

— Hm? — You hummed.

— What happened? — He turned a little to face you better, and if you weren’t too drunk to tell, you’d say you blushed. — I mean, to us. Ever since that night we talked about prom, our friendship seems to just have crumbled.

You didn’t know how to react. Your lips slightly parted, trying to say something, but failing.

— I-I don’t know… Maybe you just got a little too involved with Nayeon and grew apart from me. — You answered, regretfully.

— Me? — He raised his voice faintly. — You were the one who ghosted me for years! I was there, you know? And you weren’t.

— Heeseung…

— What? Just because you had beef with my girlfriend? I get it, I know it’s weird, but to that extent? It’s just childish, selfish.

This time you couldn’t hide the tears that were storming down your face. And you couldn’t even blame him. How could he have ever known how you truly felt like if you never told him? He was right. You were selfish, and you can’t help but think it somehow only backfired at you.

— I know. I was selfish, indeed. But I needed to be. Otherwise it would’ve hurt too much, as childish as that may sound — You finally managed to respond, mocking his words from earlier.

You got up abruptly, and made your way back into the living room, searching for Yunjin.

— I need to go home. Now. — You said desperately.

She saw the tears on your cheeks and quickly nodded, giving her drunk friends a wave goodbye.

The way home was silent. You wanted to talk about it, but you couldn’t do it without crying your eyes out. She kept her arm intertwined with yours as you walked, never letting go, giving it reassuring squeezes every now and then.

— You should tell him. — She stated suddenly, after a few minutes of silence.

— What? — You stopped walking and turned around to face her.

— You said you were over him, right? So what’s the problem with telling him the truth? — She argued, lifting her arms up in frustration.

You truly didn’t know how to answer that. There was nothing wrong with telling the truth to him. After all, you were over him. Right?

— Yeah… I guess you’re right. It’s just a little embarrassing, I don’t know. — You lifted your shoulders up.

— Great, then do it.

— Right now?! — You asked, surprised.

— Yes Y/N, right now! — She motioned for you to walk back to the party.

You reluctantly turned on your heel and made your way back, grunting. As you got back there, you searched every room, every corner, but Heeseung was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, a red haired boy came up to you, with a curious look.

— Looking for someone? — He asked, and gave you a really kind smile.

— Yeah… But they’re not here, so it’s okay. — You answered, ready to leave again.

— Heeseung goes to Mr. Choi’s class tomorrow at 11am. — He stated unexpectedly, making you turn around to face him again.

— W-What? — You asked, confused.

— You’re Y/N, right? I’m Beomgyu, Heeseung’s friend. — He explained.

You “oh’d” at his explanation and thanked him for the information. Now the way home was silent and filled with anxiety. You’ve never confessed to someone before, specially in such a weird and complicated situation. To say you were nervous was an understatement.

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[sagsunscorpmooncancerrising]

I watched a video a few days ago from the first real vacation I ever took. It is a minute-long clip I used to marvel at, a time-lapse I propped my phone up in a sandbank to capture. In it I wander into the frame, plop down on the beach with my back to camera and stare at the horizon. The sky transitions from blue to orange, bright purple to pink.

Seeing this video used to bring me peace. Now all I can see is how minuscule I appear to be in comparison to the ocean before me. The tide rolls in and out ferociously and it's like the waves are screaming “we've been here forever and we will remain here forever and you're lucky we didn't swallow you when you dared get this close on your first big girl vacation at age 17"

My dad’s house boasts a barren interior as do most of the homes of men who go through a divorce in their mid forties. When I was there yesterday I noticed a self help book on the side table. Strange, I thought, for a man who has proudly never read a single book in his life.

Later on I went to my mom's. Her partner hates clutter, so a few years back she got rid of the entire catalog of books she spent the duration of my childhood enmeshed in. She hasn't been much of a reader since. I was taken by the moment of synchronicity when I looked to her otherwise empty bookshelf and saw the same book my dad was reading.

“Loving it,” she said, noticing me noticing it. “You can borrow when I'm done if you want?” 

I do not. 

When the door flew off that Alaskan Airlines Boeing earlier this year I was a week out from a trip out West and I experienced my first ever bout of flight anxiety. Back when I wanted to die, I thought going out on a plane would be kind of glamorous. I used to feel spiritual up there in the sky and accept my demise in a cool, dramatic way. Scarier than a plane door coming off mid-flight is my realization that I’ve always been afraid of having a life I love, because that would mean that the thing I love is finite and the things that bring me joy will be over. I can only wrap my head around my own mortality should it be tied to a life of misery. I think that now, at 26, I carry the burden of liking life more than I did at 17. There’s much more that can slip away from me now.

I used to say I didn’t like Neil Young, but yesterday his CD was playing in the car and thank God I had my big sunglasses on because I couldn't stop myself from crying. We zoomed past the Burger King parking lot where I saw an older gentleman attempting to balance three large pops in a tray while trying to get the door to his blue sedan open. It struck me then that we are really all living this life for the first time.

I’ve always shied away from writing because

it hurts my fingers to hold a pen, and 

I've never allowed myself to believe that my thoughts are valuable enough to be put down on paper

As you can see, I no longer care and am writing regardless

[survey--s]

572.

Created by chasingghosts

Do you ever get groceries delivered to your house? Yeah, we get a delivery every Thursday.

What was the last job interview you went to where you didn't get the job? Do you think the interview went well or not? I’ve never failed a job interview - every job I’ve interviewed for I’ve been successful, thankfully. Now I run my own business so I don’t really need to worry about that kind of thing.

Are you the kind of person who can wake up with one alarm or do you need several? One alarm is plenty - I can never fall back asleep once my alarm has gone off, no matter how tired I am.

What's your favourite pasta shape? Fusili.

What position is your body in right now? Sitting, laying, standing? I’m sitting on the sofa with my legs out in front of me on the recliner bit.

Do you have any plans for the upcoming weekend? It’s Saturday and I’ve just started an eight day house-sit. So today I got up, walked the dogs, popped home to shower and see my husband and animals, then back here and I have no real plans for the rest of the day as it’s pouring rain and tomorrow will be the same.

What's one of the saddest movies you've ever seen? The Road.

Has a movie ever made you cry? God, loads of times lol. If I’m on my period I’ll cry at anything ha.

If you have a pet, where are they right now? My own pets are all at home, but I’m currently house-sitting for two dogs and a cat. Bailey (dog) is asleep next to me, Poppy (dog) is asleep on the other sofa and Benny (cat) is asleep under the table.

What's the last dessert you ate? I had a blueberry muffin for lunch if that counts?

Do you experience deja vu often? Not really.

Are there any rooms in your house that you don't go into every day? Yeah, the spare room.

Did you own many videos or DVDs when you were a kid? No. We never had a video player and even into my teens I only owned a handful of DVD’s. My parents (dad especially) were really anti-screen time. Ironically he now spends most of his retirement on a laptop or watching TV lol.

What was the last physical pain you experienced? Back ache.

Have you ever fed an animal at the zoo? Which ones? Yeah, multiple times. Off the top of my head, I’ve fed jaguars, elephants, rhinos, giraffes, penguins, squirrel monkeys, lemurs, birds of prey (eagles, owls, hawks) and the usual farm animals - goats, sheep, horses etc.

Do you use Fahrenheit or Celsius? Do you know both or just one? Celsius. I don’t automatically know the equivalent in fahrenheit, no.

Can you do a handstand? When was the last time you tried? Only underwater. I haven’t done one since we were in Lanzarote though.

Do people misunderstand you? Not really.

What year will you/did you turn 30? In 2019.

Have you ever worked or lived in a high rise building? No.

Who are some of your favourite actors? Johnny Depp, Meryl Streep, Emily Blunt, Anne Hathaway, Amanda Seyfried, Benedict Cumberbatch, Ian McKellan, Maggie Smith.

Do you hate it when musical artists make music for way too long and kinda ruin the legacy they'd originally built for themselves? No.

Is there anything that's been bothering you emotionally lately? Not really, no.

What was the last store you shopped at? Tesco.

What time did you wake up today? Was that earlier or later than usual? Way too early - 5.45am lol. I didn’t really get up properly until 8am though. 

Have you ever been to a parade? What for? Yeah, just local carnival type things.

When you exercise, do you do anything to entertain yourself like listen to music or watch TV? Sometimes I listen to music.

Do you ever read other people's survey answers? I read the answers of the person I copy the survey off, but I don’t really seek out other people just to read their answers.

What app on your phone do you use the most? Probably TikTok or Reddit.

Does your current city differ from your hometown in terms of weather? Yeah, it’s much wetter and cooler up here. But we have much more interesting nature and we’re by the sea which is perfect for me.

Have you ever been engaged? Yes, twice.

What can you hear right now? My own typing and the TV.

Do you know anyone who is terminally ill? Not as far as I’m aware.

What was your first best friend's name and where did you meet them? Are you still in touch with them? Lucy. We went to Kindergarten together but we’ve not spoken since we left primary school even though we actually ended up at the same university.

What's your favourite fruit? Raspberries, honeydew melon, pineapple, strawberries.

Do you have nice views from your house? Nope, but there are some incredible views nearby.

What was the last album you listened to? I honestly can’t remember.

How often do you get paid? I work for myself - most people pay me weekly on a Friday, but a few pay me monthly in advance. Either is fine as long as I get paid lol.

Do you own any cool or interesting mugs? No, not really.

If you had to start a university course next week, what do you think you'd like to study? Canine Behaviour/body language.