#anyway whenever i listen to this song i think of them now
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[I think I've seen this film before
And I didn't like the ending]
#obikin#reincarnation au#I WANTED TO PAINT THIS PROPERLY BUT IM TIRED..... IM JUST GONNA GET THIS IDEA OUT NOW SIGHS#anyway whenever i listen to this song i think of them now#which is uhm. tragic#so theyre like#they see each other again modern times but they dont pursue bc they're afraid it will end horribly again HAHAHA#sw
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Writes a full blown essay about why Mary On A Cross is THE Sanlu song to me ever,
#Listen. I know the song is actually about weed. But thatâs BESIDES the point#I can change the meaning. For MY ship ;)#Anyway there is actually a story behind this#I see reels on IG a LOT and I think one of the first times I saw an OP reel that took place during WCI#That song played. And I was like oh wait a second đ#Now whenever I think about WCI I think about Mary On A Cross and then I think about Sanlu#THE LYRICS REALLY DO FIT THEM THO#âI had to let you goâ Sanji VS âIâll never let you goâ Luffy#âIf you choose to run away with meâ literally. Luffy. Trying to rescue Sanji from his fate and get him to run away from his family with him#âYour beauty never ever scared meâ AGAIN LUFFY ABOUT SANJI EVEN WITH HIS PAST AND HIS MODIFICATIONS#Also the whole thing about Mary on a cross. Makes me think of self sacrifice. Which is Sanjiâs ENTIRE deal#Anyway this song sparks the Emotions in me.#Itâs probably been way overused but not for me!!! IT IS THE SANLU SONG PERIODT#One Piece#Sanlu#Lusan#Shima speaks
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woozi baby fever + texts
woozi x afab! reader
- jihoon never thought he would have baby fever
- tbh he didnt even think he wanted kids; being so busy with work anyways
- he definitely changed after meeting you though
- after dating for more than 6 months, heâll be thinking about marriage and children hopeless romantic ugh
- after marriage or a few years of dating, his baby fever goes through the roof
- if he sees you with a baby or a small child, he will practically keel over with the thought of you with his child
- he acts like he hates children but he stays up at night thinking about you pregnant with his baby
- He feels insane when he makes lullabies instead of demos for his group. He has a folder named âfor FCâ (for future child) full of songs for his non existent baby and he avoids any questions from his members and you when asked who FC is.
- Whenever he sees dadâs with their children he dies inside. He imagines that being him and him taking his baby out for a walk and taking them to his studio, playing them music
- one day, he hit his breaking point. He was hanging out with seungcheol and hoshi and they were talking about their babies (kkuma and latte LMAO) and how they were thinking of buying them cute winter doggy jackets and sweaters. they showed him picture after picture of clothes for their âbabiesâ, sending his mind into overdrive. He wanted a baby. He wanted to buy his baby cute clothes and spoil them the way he spoils you. He didnât just want it. He needed it.
- The moment he came home you could tell something was up. Sometimes jihoon would be a bit out of it, usually because of work and lyrics. This was different though. He was clinging to you unusually, his head resting on your stomach and his hands gripping your waist soft but firmly, not wanting to hurt you yet not wanting to let you go. He refused to talk whenever you asked what was wrong and would just blush deeper and deeper
- âJihoon.â You finally say, tired of him evading your questions. Your stern voice makes him lift him head to look at you. âIs something going on? Youâre acting strange today?â you were beyond concerned now as his ears turn a deep red and his eyes look away from yours.
- âI was with cheol and soon earlierâŠâ he trails off nervously, âand I realized that I want a child with you. So badly. Iâve just been thinking about filling you up and I just want you to have my kid so badly. Iâd take care of her so well, spoil both of you to deathâŠâ he cuts himself off, feeling embarrassed seeing your shocked face.
- âShe?â is the first thing you say, smiling at him. jihoon quirks his head to the side confused, âyou said, youâd take care of her so well. What if itâs a boy, hoonie?â you giggle at him, before leaning in to kiss jihoonâs cheek.
- âBoy or girl, id take care of themâ he looks you in the eyes, âpromiseâ
- You giggle at his seriousness, nodding at him. âLetâs have a baby then, jiâ his smile is so wide it hurt, kissing you hard.
- âThank you, baby. Thank you...â
- Now, after you get pregnant.. heâs actually insane.
- He tried to act calm and collected but if you try and carry anything heavier than your phone, he will carry it for you.
- He calls you every 40 minutes when he has schedules, asking you if he needs to come home early or if you need anything
- He bought a crib, walker, and a changing board for his studio as well as for your home. He spares no expense
- The moment you start showing, he will have his head on your stomach 24/7.
- âI felt them kick!â âHoonie, Iâm only 13 weeks, I donât think the babyâs kickingâ he doesnât believe you btw
- Now, he will finally show you his âfor FCâ folder, playing the songs in his studio for you and the baby to listen to
- He is always worried once you get close to your due date, convincing his company to put him on hiatus and work from home producing songs until the baby is born.
- âIâll be fine, jihoon. The guys need youâ âpretty, you are going to have a baby any minute now. They understand that you need me more.â
a/n: this is so funny cuz i actually dont want kids but woozi baby fever is so real argue with a wall
#woozi#seventeen#woozi x reader#lee jihoon#seventeen x reader#seventeen scenarios#woozi drabble#woozi headcanons#woozi texts#svt x reader
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more misc. earth 42! miles morales bf headcanons <3
genre: headcanons
a/n: i reallllyyy hate writerâs block. anyways ty guys in the delulus server for helping cure my writers block for this one!! ily guys mwah mwah <3!!
miles has enormous baby fever. no matter how many times you would tell him you guys are both too young and very unfinancially stable, he couldnât help himself. you both could be just chilling in his room and all of a sudden you would see his face soften and a super high pitched, âawwwwâŠâ come out of his mouth. from that one thing alone you already knew what he was about to show you. ây/n! look! isnât she so cute?â you would shake your head and then he would go into this long rant on how heâd think you both make great parents. âcan we at least finish highschool first, miles?â you said. he sighed dramatically and fell into your arms. âyeah, i know. âm just excited.â âtrust me, i know.â
miles likes to stalk your socials. yes, in a weird way. everytime you post yourself on your feed, heâs always spamming the comments with how beautiful you are and how youâre his, or whenever you post yourself on your story and you get numerous story replies after you post yourself to your favorite song. but afterwards heâs scanning to see anybody else who says anything thatâs not just complimenting you. heâs spotted a few guys call you âbaeâ or something in the comments and heâs always in the replies correcting them as quick as possible. or whenever you post the anonymous links on your story, and someone says that they have a crush on you but theyâre scared to say so, or something like that, heâs quick to take your phone and post himself on your story saying how much you loved your boyfriend. that would stop these weirdos from hitting on you, at least thatâs what he thinks.
milesâ mom actually loves you. from the first time you met her, she already knew that you were meant for miles when you called her mrs. morales instead of rio. milesâ friends had a habit of calling her that and she would be this close to smacking them across the forehead. they do profusely apologize after but the first impression would always leave a bad taste in her mouth. now, she asks miles to bring you over all the time and she even calls you her second daughter.
miles isnât a âgoing outside of his house for every date kind of guy.â heâs more of a wanting to just come to your house and chill in your room while yâall watch and rant about movies. his favorite date with you was when you listened to the new brent faiyaz album, wasteland, while he watched you braid your hair. of course you both go to the movies or the mall every now and thenâbut he just wanted to be alone with you with no one else around because thatâs how it always feels to be with you.
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donât cross the line
pairing: ellie williams x reader
warnings: smut (mdni), cheating, angst, mutual masturbation, just morally wrong, mentions of alcohol
Parties in Jackson fucking suck.
Itâs not like youve ever been at a different party, but still. Youâve read about them in the little magazines from the old days you found on patrols. Small blurbs about meaningless celebrities, a concept you barely even understood, drinking themselves to oblivion. Paparazzi pictures of young starlets in black limousines, rappers getting coked up in dark bathrooms. You never really got it. Parties in Jackson were like a parallel universe.
âThey must have made that upâ you told Dina, your best friend and trusty patrol partner. âNopeâ she shrugged. âHeard that Paris Hilton girl was really like that.â
Paris hilton would have hated Jackson parties. A bunch of old people, and a handful of young ones, dancing around to the beat of an old country song, if you could even call that a beat.
You could have responded with a simple âNo thanksâ when Jesse had invited you to tonights party. You could have told him you were tired, busy, sick, he would have left you alone - But you didnât, alas, this is how you found yourself here. Alone, in an old barn, listening to the batshit insane, drunk ramblings of an old fart named Seth.
âRipped that fellaâs throat with just one moveâ Seth mumbled, laughing stupidly at his own words.
âGo â got him real good nâdirty, I tell yaâ
Whoever said ârespect the elderlyâ clearly never met Seth. His breath reeked of whiskey and cigarettes that he traded for food and supplies, and my god, he was standing so close you could see the veins in his yellow tinted eyeballs. You really were too polite for your own good, you thought to yourself, because Ellie would have shoved him away already.
Ellie.
You felt like slapping yourself in the face. What the hell does she have to do with this? Why canât you just let it fucking go already? It truly was desperate, and pathetic, and borderline immoral, the amount you spent thinking about that girl.
So what if she used to be your best friend. So what if she was the first girl who ever made you feel something, even if it was too late. She has a girlfriend, and sheâs not thinking about you, she doesnât care, maybe never has, probably never will. She left you for her, with that useless excuse of âCat doesnât like it when we hang outâ followed by a pathetic âWe can do it in secret, though.â, when she saw your eyes turn glossy and your breath hitch up. Fuck her, and fuck those memories. Fuck all the nights you spent together telling each other your deepest and darkest desires, and especially fuck that time you almost-
âHeyâ
You'd recognize that voice anywhere.
A royal blue flannel button up shirt appeared at the corner of your eye.
âMind if I steal her for a sec, Seth?â
She sounded raspy, laced with that velvety layer her voice had adorned whenever she had a sip or more of Whiskey. When you drank together for the first time, at the ripe age of sixteen, next to a big bonfire and the ever so familiar scent of pine lacing your sense of smell, you told her that she sounds different when sheâs drunk. More mature, somehow. Less fidgety, slower, sultrier. She replayed that sentence over and over again in her head. âSultryâ, she whispered to herself. âI sound sultry.â
Seth cleared his throat, a deep cough escaping his lungs.
âOf course, pretty girl like her shouldnât be around me for too long, might start acting all wild!â The old man threw his hands in the air, and disappeared somewhere in the scarce crowd.
Your heartbeat was faster than normal, but thatâs not new. Not when she was around, anyways.
Ellie stood by your side, hands crossed over her chest. She had a glass of Rum in her hand, not Whiskey. Funny.
âYouâre a Rum type of girl now?â you questioned, never meeting her gaze. If you bothered to look to your side, you would have noticed she was staring.
âFameâs changed me, I guessâ She responded, mixing the fluid in her glass.
One week ago, Ellie went on patrol. One week ago, Ellie killed more infected in one go than anyone else had in years. She was the townâs hero, the infected slayer. Cat even made her a badge. She wasnât wearing it now.
âCat or fame?â you quietly mumbled under your breath.
You werenât spectacularly brave with your words, but one glass of presumably expired white wine made a simple girl go very far.
âHah. Funnyâ she scoffed dryly, earning her Rum another pointless swirl.
âYouâre the towns hero, Iâm the towns comedian, weâre both pretty famous, iâd say.â
Ellieâs gaze was fixed on the wall. She squinted her eyebrows slightly, humming in response. You looked over at her, for just a second, noticing the dim light reflecting in her eyes. She was a sight to behold, the most beautiful girl youâve ever seen. You wish she knew that. You wish you could be the one to tell her.
You inhaled deeply, and it came out so shaky that when you exhaled you were terrified she heard the tremor in your body.
âThankâs for the save, by the wayâ you said quietly, apologetic. You even smiled politely, which was absolutely for nothing, because she wasnât looking at you, avoiding your gaze like the plague.
Itâs not like Ellie and you didnât talk since that night she told you she couldnât see you anymore. Itâs been two whole years. You had to talk, you had to communicate somehow, even if it was through polite smiles and dry conversations during shared patrols. Hell, you even went to Catâs birthday party you somehow were invited to. Dina was practically on her knees begging you to come with her, and who could say no to Dina when she looked at them with those puppy eyes that could tug at a monsters heartstrings?
âYeah, no problem. That manâs a fucking dickheadâ Ellie scoffed, leaned against the bar and crossed her legs.
âWhereâs Cat?â you questioned. Are you sure you only had one glass of wine?
âSheâs not hereâ Ellie responded dryly, seemingly annoyed at your question. She almost tskâd when you asked. She didnât look surprised by your rude antics, maybe you got like this more often than you thought. How about that time you told her youâre surprised Cat didnât pack her a sandwich with a sticker on itâs wrapper during patrol?
âI can tell⊠why?â you inquired. Your own voice was deeper too, it almost matched hers.
âDidnât wanna comeâ Ellie said, stuffing a hand inside her pocket. She was uncomfortable, clearly, and wanted, needed, to make you shut up. Itâs not because your presence annoyed her, Itâs because she knew she was wrong. She knew she fucked up when she ditched you, and if only you knew how it was eating her alive every day. She had to do it, because in her eyes, she would have done something much worse if she hadnât.
Being around you when she wasnât with Cat was hard enough, because she knew she could never have you, that youâd never want her. Not if you knew. You were too smart, and too good, to ever want to be with her. Cat was easy, she didnât ask too many questions. Sheâd lay there for Ellie when Ellie told her to, and she would agree to stop a conversation when it got too personal. When Ellie cried at night, and woke up sweating, she didnât ask why. She let it go, and Ellie knew you never would have. Youâd fucking hate her if you knew. She could have saved the world â and she didnât. He didnât let her. The wounds she had were too deep, they were clawing and tugging at her skin from the inside. Ellie was a tortured soul, and you didnât deserve that. Thatâs why she left, and maybe, thatâs why she was here right now.
âThatâs too badâ you mumbled quietly. You did your best to make it sound genuine, and you failed miserably.
Ellie scoffed.
âYeahâ
You shifted slightly, and walked over to stand right in front of her. You met her eyes for the first time. Those stupid, beautiful emerald eyes.
Ellie looked down, and looked up at you. She swallowed deeply.
âAnywaysâ you sighed. âThink Iâm gonna goâ
âAlready?â she questioned, slamming her Rum filled glass on the bar counter.
âYeah, Iâm cold and it sucks in here, soâ you said, and smiled politely. It really was freezing, and talking to her like this was painful enough.
âLet me walk youâ she blurted.
What?
âHuh?â walk you where? the door? you knew where it was.
She tugged at the loose string on the bottom of her button up. It was ironed, where did Ellie find and iron? Did Maria do it for her? Town hero perks?
âLet me walk you homeâ she repeated, her voice carrying a touch of insistence. Once again, you found yourself captivated by her burning gaze, those eyes that seemed to hold secrets yet to be unveiled.
âI can walk home alone, Ellieâ You huffed, ever the stubborn.
âNoâ she exclaimed.
âMaria said itâs been pretty dangerousâ
âI can have my own back, you know, Iâm not an idiotâ You scoffed. You knew she didnât think you were an idiot, why did she have to walk you home?
âI know that â Just wanna make sure youâre safeâ
âGosh, Ellie thank you! thank you!â You said in the most high pitched voice you could fathom. âThe townâs hero is at it again, everybody!â You exclaimed, slightly raising your voice, earning both of you a few curious looks from the townspeople.
Ellie wasnât embarrassed. She was just annoyed. And she wanted to slap you in the face for being so stubborn.
She grasped your arm with an unexpected forcefulness, pulling you along as she swiftly guided you outside. In the process, you accidentally bumped into a few people, hastily muttering a string of apologetic "sorry" and "excuse me" as you hurriedly tried to navigate through the crowd. You attempted to resist her firm grip, trying to free yourself with a burst of strength, but you found yourself overpowered by her determination.
Once she managed to pull you outside, she finally released her grip on your arm, allowing you a brief respite from her firm hold.
âYou are not walking me anywhere, Williamsâ you scoffed. What made her think you needed her help?
âYouâve always been so fucking stubbornâ she turned to face you. Her hands were on her hips. Her face wore the same expression she did when you went on your first patrol together, when you insisted on going left, even though she knew you had to go right.
âIâm walking nowâ you stepped away, and started walking. âAnd if you followed me â you wouldnât be walking me home, youâd be stalking meâ you exclaimed as you backed away.
Ellie quickly followed your pace, her boots stomping on the snow covered ground.
âYou areâ
Step
âSo fucking annoyingâ
This was the longest conversation youâve had with Ellie in two whole years. It felt like nothingâs changed, except for everything.
The following ten minutes were torturous. You were walking fast, Ellie right behind you. No words were exchanged between you, the silence enveloping the crisp air as you both walked in silence. Your attention turned inward, focusing on the sensation of the cold air filling your lungs with each breath, and the soft sound of Ellie's boots pressing against the creaking snow beneath her.
You finally arrived at your place. Itâs grey exterior blanketed in a pristine layer of snow. Every inch of its structure was adorned with a delicate coat of white.
You turned around to face her.
Ellieâs skin appeared slightly flushed, with a rosy tinge highlighting her cheeks, and her nose bore a noticeable reddish hue, hinting at the crisp winter air. She didnât say a word.
You took a deep breath. She looked cold.
âWant me to make you some tea?â you questioned. You didnât mean to let her in, and she didnât expect you to ask. She looked surprised, her eyebrows turned slightly upwards.
âMâfineâ Ellie insisted, her voice resolute despite the chill in the air. She sought warmth by tucking her hands deep into the pockets of her dark green coat.
âJesus, Ellie â Just come insideâ you urged, the concern evident in your voice.
âIf walking you was stalking wouldnât coming in be breaking and entering?â she inquired, a sarcastic tone lacing her words.
âJust ââ you uttered, your voice trailing off as you reached for the doorknob, slowly opening the door.
âCome insideâ
"Fine," Ellie relented, her resolve wavering as she decided to follow in your footsteps.
The house welcomed you with its cozy warmth, though slightly disorganized in its appearance. Yet, amidst the subtle chaos, it remained a comforting sanctuary, always your safe space. Being there brought a sense of solace, as if the troubles of the outside world faded away. And with Ellie's presence by your side, an inexplicable tingling sensation spread through your being.
You proceeded to heat up some water, carefully attending to the task of preparing tea, a familiar ritual.
Ellie never knew where to sit, or where to stand, so there she was, examining every single one of your movements. The air felt thick, like you could cut the tension with a switchblade.
"Your house looks different," she murmured in a low voice, leaning against the cream-colored wall.
âBad different?â You questioned, taking out two mugs from the cupboard.
âNo, just⊠more stuffâ she murmured.
"Well," you uttered as you gently placed the teabag into the awaiting mug. âYou havenât been here in a while, soâ
Ellie hummed in response, and bit her lower lip.
âYouâve kind of changed too.â you murmured.
âTattoos looking bigger. And you look more tired. Plus, your shirt looks ironed, so maybe you even⊠showered? Woah.â you teased.
âFuck, you really are funny huh?â she said, crossing her arms.
âAlways were a sucker for my jokesâ you responded with a sly smile.
She didnât mean to say what she said next, because that was like opening a pandoraâs box. Or, more like, the gates to hell.
âThis is the longest conversation weâve had in yearsâ Ellie murmured. You handed her the green colored mug, your finger brushing herâs for a second. You both flinched.
âMhmâ you took a sip from your tea. It was still so hot, it burned your tongue.
âAnd whoâs fault is that?â You questioned, raising your eyes to meet her burning gaze. It was incredibly impulsive.
Ellie rolled her eyes. She looked baffled.
âYou still donât get it, do you? She questioned.
âGet what? that your girlfriend doesnât like me? trust me Ellie, I get that, crystal clear.â You smiled, as you slammed your mug on the counter.
âIâm not doing this right nowâ she declared, her tone firm and resolute.
Oh, did that sentence burn through you.
âI think you areâ you stepped forward to face her. She looked terrified, like a lost puppy. Not so âtownâs heroâ now. Thank god she wasnât wearing Catâs badge, because she would have looked ridiculous.
âIâm notâ she said quietly, looking at the floor beneath her.
You felt the ever so familiar lump forming in your throat. She owed you.
âTell me what it is exactly that I donât getâ you spat. The pent up anger from all these years finally just fucking bursted. She left you. She left you for her, your best fucking friend.
âItâs just funny how she didnât give a shit about Jesse, or Dina, or anybody! Just fucking me, right? Iâm the fucking problem?â you blurted. Your voice was shaky, filled with rage. The tears in your eyes started forming. You didnât even know how much you were holding it inside of you, it all overflowed, at 2AM, right in your kitchen. Right where she told you she couldnât see you anymore.
Ellie was frozen, her mouth parted slightly. She was flushed, and it showed. It wasnât the cold weather anymore, it was you. She didnât expect this to happen so fast. She came inside for some fucking tea.
Thatâs when you shoved her. And she didnât even fucking move.
âDonât fucking do this to meâ she begged. Her voice was desperate, and shaky, and what the fuck was she hiding?
You found yourselves standing uncomfortably close to each other, the proximity palpable. The warmth of her breath gently grazed your forehead, creating a tantalizing sensation that sent a shiver down your spine.
She took a deep breath.
âWhat I did was bad. But â fuck, Jesse and Dina never slept over, you know that?â
The room fell quiet.
âSo?â you whispered. You couldnât even look at her.
âDonât do thisâ she begged. Her eyes were glossy. She looked as if she was about to cry, too. Her chest was pressed up against yours.
âIâm not doing anythingâ you mumbled quietly. Her body was so warm. You felt like you were about to have a heart attack, and Ellie felt like she already did.
âIf I would have stayed⊠I would have done something⊠so much worseâ she whispered. Her hands were trembling.
âWhat would you have done?â you whispered against her. Dangerously close now. You could feel her unsteady heartbeat.
âYou knowâ she whispered back. You saw the vein on her neck, how beautifully spattered the freckles on her skin were, like a constellation.
âPleaseâ you begged.
Thatâs all it took.
Almost.
"No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The proximity between your lips was almost intimate, an agonizingly close distance.
âPleaseâ you begged.
Her eyes were dark, breaths unsteady and fast, like she just ran a marathon. Her chest was rising up and down. Sheâs dreamt of this moment, for so fucking long. But she couldnât. She couldnât fuck more people up. Sheâs done more than enough.
âYou donât know what you fucking do to meâ She whispered against your skin. Her eyes were shut closed. If she didnât see, maybe it wouldâve been less wrong. If she didnât see, maybe Cat wouldnât either. She could go home, kiss her girlfriend good night. Walk away. But there you were, pressed up against her, making her head spin like a carousel, fogging her brain with your scent, and your lips, and all of the times she pictured you like this, helpless and begging. She never looked at Cat how she looked at you. Cat never made her feel like she could faint at any given moment. Cat was safe, she was a sunny day. You were a thunderstorm, a cloud, soaking her up. When Ellie said she would have done something so much worse, she meant that.
Cat was right when she told her to stay away, she always was. When Ellie begged Cat to stop her ramblings, Cat told her she looks at you like sheâs hungry. That itâs disgusting, that she wishes it was her. She was crying, and begging, and she was right. Thatâs why Ellie knocked on your door that way. One person she could save.
Ellieâs hands were firmly pressed up against the wall, locking you in.
âYou dont knowâŠâ she whispered.
You whimpered silently at her words. You were aching everywhere, you just needed her to do something.
âShow meâ you said, and it came out more as a plead. You were begging her.
Ellie leaned in, drawing her face closer to yours, and your lips delicately brushed against each other. The electrifying touch sent a shiver down your spine, evoking a soft, involuntary moan that escaped your lips. It went straight to her heart, and then slipped right to her cunt.
Her lips were plump against yours. Just barely touching.
She delicately brushed her lips against yours, causing a gentle collision that sent a jolt of electricity through both of you. A shaky breath escaped her mouth.
âEllieâŠâ you whispered. Ellie, just do it. you canât take it anymore.
She abruptly slammed her hands against the wall, causing it to tremor ever so slightly. The suddenness of the action startled you, making you jump in response.
âShitâ she huffed.
And her lips werenât against yours anymore, neither was she.
Ellie backed away. She couldnât.
Your lips quivered, and there it was. Her precious thunderstorm erupting.
The tears came out hot, and sticky. They ran all over your cheeks. You let out a quiet sob. Ellie was staring, her breaths uneven and her mouth agape. She almost did what shes been dreaming of doing since the moment she saw you. Almost.
your legs betrayed you, giving out completely. You crumbled down onto the floor, unable to stand any longer. With tears welling up in your eyes, you instinctively curled up, bringing your head between your legs as you tried to suppress the sobs that threatened to consume you.
It was a truly pathetic sight, Ellie towering over your quivering body. Itâs been two whole years, and you missed her every single day that passed. It was gnawing at you. Seeing them hand in hand, kissing on the street, making out behind the dumpster. Thinking of Ellie hugging her at night, caressing her skin, touching her everywhere, telling her she loves her, fucking her, tasting her and not you. It should have been you. But it couldnât be.
If only you knew that when Ellie was between her thighs, you were the only one she thought of. If only you knew Ellie had to bite her lip till it bled to stop from screaming your name. Thatâs why Ellie always turned off the lights, Thatâs why Ellie shoved Catâs face down on the bed with her entire palm when she took her from behind. Thatâs why she always closed her eyes.
Her body gave up on her, too.
She sat on the cold concrete floor, trying to steady her breaths.
âLook at meâ she commanded. It was breathy, and shaky, more of a plea than a real command.
You wiped your tears.
âI canâtâ you whispered.
âPleaseâ she begged.
You mustered the strength to lift your face, raising your gaze to meet hers.
âI think about you all the timeâ you blurted.
She huffed in response. Your soft voice was killing her. She couldnât even respond. She just watched.
âEllieâŠâ you whined. The distance between you was torturous. There was so much space, and at the same time, no space at all. You could still feel her lips brushing against yours. You wished you could taste her. She yearned for that even more. She felt like something was chaining her down to the floor, holding her captive.
What you did next, is something Ellie had buried deep inside her darkest fantasies.
You delicately caressed your smooth neckline, doe eyes burning through herâs.
Ellie swallowed deeply.
âWhat are you doing?â she mumbled, lower than a whisper. Her voice was raspy, and her pupils were blown out. She was imagining, for sure, hallucinating, intoxicated by the picture of you being pressed up against her. It couldnât be real.
âI need youâ you whimpered.
She almost crawled right to you right then and there. Her knees were spread open in front of you. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her heart felt like it was leaping out of her chest.
âYou cantâ she insisted. It felt like she tried to convince herself, and not you. You couldnât. Thereâs no way.
âI want youâ you whispered, lowering your hand to caress your breasts.
Something took over you. Being pent up with frustration for years birthed such a desperate sight, she couldnât fathom it.
She grunted in response. Do that again and sheâd lose her fucking mind.
You cupped your breast.
Ellie threw her head against the wall. She forgot how to breathe. Her nostrils were flared, and she almost slapped herself in order to convince her that this was real. This was happening.
âHoly shitâ she wheezed.
âPleaseâ you begged, and squeezed your breast forcefully. Your nippled hardened against the material, so you gave them a twist, sending a bolt of electricity right through your clothed cunt.
Ellieâs mouth was agape. She was transfixed, mesmerized. Her cheeks grew more red by the second. It was so fucking wrong, she almost told you to stop, but she couldnât. Her voice felt dry and her brain was buzzing. Her ex best friend was so desperate for her she couldnât even help herself.
The image of Cat went through her head. Cat seeing, walking in. Cat trembling and crying, telling her she told her so. Cat screaming at her that sheâs an awful person, that she hurt her, That she should burn in hell.
Then, you took your shirt off.
And Cat was gone.
Her eyes were darting from your tits to your needy eyes. You were giving her that look she only saw in her dreams. That desperate, pathetic twinkle in your eye. She saw a girl look like that in an old porno she found. Ever since, that picture of your face replacing the actresses burned through her memory. She knew it was for her, you were showing her, but she looked like she wasnât supposed to see, a peeping tom, a pervert. Her cunt twitched inside her tight black boxers. Cat never made her cunt feel like this.
The dainty lace bra adorned your body. you looked like an angel, eyes red from crying, cheeks still wet, chest rising up and down. She wanted to ruin you.
You stopped for a second, looked for a sign to keep going.
The room was silent, the only noises that muttered were your soft whimpers and Ellieâs harsh, uneven breaths.
âTake it offâ she whispered. You almost couldnât believe she said that. You nodded pathetically. She always knew youâd be like this. She imagined you nodding your head frantically, kneeling beneath her and undoing her belt, way too many times she wouldnât dare to admit. Her heavy breaths were a confession to all of her sins.
You unclasped your bra, your tits spilling out of it with a sigh of relief.
Ellie was hypnotized, fully staring. She remembered the first tine she saw you in a bikini. Jesse noticed she was staring, and he gave her some advice. âLook at the ground or the sky, pretend thereâs something super interesting going on thereâ
She didnât need to pretend now.
âFuckâ she grunted, feeling her cunt twitch inside her briefs. Her mouth was agape, she wanted those nipples between her teeth. Her tongue slightly moved involuntarily inside her mouth, imitating the kitten licks sheâd give your tits if she could. It was truly pathetic. Thank god you couldnât see. Her fists were clenched, and she was forcing her feet onto the ground. If she pretended something was pulling her in, she wouldnât crawl towards you and take you like she always wanted.
You toyed with your nipples, rolling them between your fingers, almost as if you read her mind.
âSpit on âemâ Ellie demanded desperately.
âEllieâŠâ You whimpered, her voice was making you grow wetter by the second. If you took your pants off, she could see the wet patch that soaked through your panties, making them almost sheer. You were almost embarrassed, but it was too late now.
âDo itâ she commanded.
âDo it for meâ Ellie begged. She brought a hand up to cup at her perky clothed breast. She imagined it was you, your tits between her fingers. She wanted to squeeze the fat, take it in, spit on it, latch her mouth onto your nipples, slap them as you ride her thigh, or her face, or her whatever the fuck you wanted.
The saliva ran down your chest, droplets flowing at an incredibly slow pace, each and every one of them teasing Ellie, mocking her. Almost there, almost reaching your sensitive nipples. When it finally did, Ellie was breathing so heavy she almost wheezed.
You rubbed the spit all over your tits, glazing your nipples with the liquid, coating them shiny with your saliva - all for her. You were staring at ellie with your mouth open. You moaned at the sensation, making Ellie shift and slightly slide off the wall. She was gone.
âFeels so goodâ you whined.
âFucking shitâ She huffed. She bucked her hips, searching for that friction. She didnât do it yet, but oh she will.
âMhhmâ you hummed, a high pitched moan escaping your lips.
Ellie almost went cross eyed.
âNeed you, pleaseâ You whispered while massaging your breasts. You were squeezing the fat harshly, almost punishing yourself for being such a dirty, desperate girl.
âShow meâ She begged, in between breaths.
âShow me how bad - shitâ
You cupped your cunt, your hand feeling warm over it. Your clit twitched. Ellie let out a moan so deep, you almost came right then and there, all over your panties.
You circled your clit through your pants, teasing Ellie without even realizing. I can do it, and you canât! It felt like you were mocking her.
âTake that shit off â fuckâ she huffed. Her hand was resting on her thigh, pinching it. Stay down. Donât crawl, donât fuck, donât cheat.
In a matter of six seconds, your pants were on the floor. You crossed your legs together in embarrassment. What if she saw how wet you were?
âSpreadâ She commanded.
You looked at her stupidity.
âSpread âem, pleaseâ Ellie begged.
You spread your legs slowly, revealing your soaked white cotton panties to Ellie. Her eyes rolled back at the sight.
âFucking shitâ she grunted.
Her hand met her own cunt and gave it a stinging slap, followed by a desperate grunt. She moved her veiny hand up and down, almost grabbing her pussy. She felt perverted, and sickly, and so, so good. The friction of her hand on her cunt was followed by a string of deep moans, chanting your name like a prayer. She didnât even know how bad she needed it.
âWiderâ She commanded.
You spread your legs so wide your thighs almost hurt. When Ellie saw that wet spot, she lost it.
âSo wetâ she whispered in disbelief.
âShow me that pussyâ She whimpered.
âShow me that fucking pussyâ
You moved your panties to the side, the cold air hitting your clit making you flinch. You swore you could cum just from clenching in and out, listening to the obscenities leaving her mouth.
âHoly shitâ She moaned, and cupped her cunt forcefully.
âSo prettyâ she whispered. It was even prettier than she thought, glistening folds and a little puffy button poking out. She needed to see inside, everywhere.
âSpread it with your fingersâ She grunted. You parted your lips with your pointer finger and your thumb, wide open for her. She saw how bad you were clenching, begging for something inside. Your puffy clit moved with every pull.
âWanna fuck you so badâ she groaned, it was killing her.
âNeed to see you Ellie, please, pleaseâ you begged.
With that whine leaving your mouth, Ellie unzipped her jeans, and pulled down her boxers slowly, revealing you of the most beautiful sight youve ever seen in your life.
Her thighs were creamy, a mound of soft, dark hair adorning her pubis. Her slick was shining on her milky inner thighs from the boxer briefs she took off slightly brushing on them. She was so wet, it almost glistened like a far away star, deep in the galaxy. Her mouth was parted and she looked famished.
Tiny droplets of sweat were shining on her forehead, making her hair stick to her face. She was a panting, desperate mess.
You couldnât help but slide your hand up your thigh, and started running your fingers through your glistening folds. Finally. âOh god, Ellieâ you moaned. You wished those were her fingers, if you could, if you only could.
Ellie moaned like a porn star at the sight. You thought she might tease herself, might play with her cunt before doing something. She proved you wrong.
She slid two long fingers inside her aching hole, squelching sounds filling the air. She pumped them in and out, fucking herself like a madwoman. Her hungry eyes were fixated on your fingers caressing your needy cunt. Her mouth was watering, borderline drooling, soft âah!âs escaping her lips.
You circled your clit slowly, and felt your lower stomach leap at the contact. You lapped your slick with your middle finger, and sucked on it. It was obscene. Ellieâs cunt twitched. She almost came.
âGood girlâ She groaned at the sight.
âFasterâ She commanded, a deep moan escaping her lips.
You fastened your pace, and she was looking you directly in the eyes while pumping her fingers inside her cunt. With every pump, you could see a milky cream coating her fingers, the sight alone made your puffy clit ache with pleasure.
It was so wrong, and obscene, and pathetic, and you almost came.
âFucking shit â fuck yourself, show me, fuck yourselfâ She whimpered, fastening her pace as well. The moans that left her mouth were deep, bursting from the inside of her soul.
Her fucking ex best friend.
âE â Ellie mâcloseâ you whined, inserting a finger inside your soaking hole.
âCan see how fucking tight you are - fuckâ
âFaster, do it fâme baby fasterâ She groaned.
The harmony of your moans intertwined, creating an intoxicating symphony.
âEllie â gonna cum, fuckâ You babbled, drool running down your chin. You were so close, eyes rolling to the back of your Ellie filled brain.
âPlease fuck me, please fuck meâ
âCu â Fuck, shit, mâcumingâ Ellie grunted.
âSay my fucking nameâ She demanded, her words coming out so sloppy and ridiculous.
âEllie â Ellie! Please!â
Ellie almost screamed. She wanted to tell you to come for her, wanted to hear the noises youd make, see your face twist and the screams of her name, but she couldnât help herself, the sight of your desperate cunt and the look on your face, so stupid, so cumdrunk, so pathetic, begging her to fuck you - brought her to the edge. It errupted inside of her like a volcano, pumping and squeezing on her fingers. She rode her orgasm until it tickled and hurt.
When you came, Ellie almost shed a tear.
This wasnât just wrong.
This was vile.
She pulled up her pants up and left without saying a word, too embarrassed to look you in the face.
When she got home, Cat was sound asleep on her bed. She gave her a delicate kiss on the cheek, and whispered;
âIâm so sorryâ
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contains: bsf!chris, plot, smut, oral (fem receiving), n fingering.
reader discretion is advised.
christopher owen sturniolo. your bestfriend, but also the love of your life.
youâve known him and his brothers matt, nick, and justin ever since you were little.
your father and jimmy have been extremely close since they grew up with each other, and of course passing the tradition along, they wanted their children to do the same. despite you being an only child.
you loved all of the boys equally, of course. but you seemed to gravitate towards chris. growing up you couldnât tell why, but as you got older it seemed to be more obvious. i mean, look at the boy. heâs perfection.
there were so many reasons why you used this word to describe him. but you couldnât even wrap your finger around just one.
was it the way his beautiful blue eyes shined in the summertime? or was it the way he was so calm and caring, only when it came down to you? perhaps it was the way you guys treated each other, almost like you guys were soulmates, but with no real feelings attached.
you can go on and on about him. his soft and dark locks that seemed to shine with no effort, his listening skills, eye contact that could and always easily melted your heart away, the way it felt like you guys could talk for ages for hours, or even days. in your eyes he had zero flaws, and as you got older, you realized you were in love with your bestfriend.
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youâre seventeen now. junior in highschool. you peaked quite early to say the least. youâve had confidence ever since you were young, but as the years went by itâs gotten better and better.
what type of person would chris be to not notice that? he was your âbestfriendâ of course.
you had your own sense of taste and style, and your personality wasnât like the rest. the last thing you would want to do was fit in with any girl at somerville.
little did you know that this is what made chris fall inlove with you. but you being oblivious, you payed no mind to that. thinking that there was no way in hell that your best friend of 15 years would ever feel the same.
one thing you really liked about yourself was your music taste. you had at least 6 favorite artists, but the neighbourhood being your absolute fave. you listened to them all the time. getting ready, in your car, during class, whenever.
one of your favorite songs by the band was softcore. it was your comfort song growing up, and you felt like you could relate to some of the lyrics given the situation with you and chris.
â..youâve been my muse for a long time
you get me through every dark night..
iâm always gone, out on the go
iâm on the run and youâre home alone..â
the lyrics touched you physically when you listened to that song for the first time. it was true. chris was your muse. he did get you through every single dark night. when your parents were fighting almost every single night as a kid, or that time they were so focused on your grades instead of your mental health. you were way too young for all of that to happen to you. chris was the one that got you through all that. no one else. itâs almost like if you didnât have him you would break.
another reason why you felt so touched by those lyrics is because you were almost always out of the house.
it was an escape from reality for you. whether it was walks in the park, going to parties, or sneaking out. chris on the other hand, was the exact opposite.
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it was friday, but today was different. you werenât in the mood for anything today. every few months your body gave out from all of the constant going out you would do. you decided maybe tonight was the night you would be an average teen girl and just stay home and watch movies. you were pretty tired anyway.
you decided to just binge watch 2000âs movies and fall asleep watching baylen levine. those plans seemed to be interrupted though, as you heard a âdingâ noise coming from your phone.
confused, because your phone always seemed to be on do not disturb, you checked to see who it was. forgetting that there was only one person that you allowed yourself to get notifications from.
it was chris.
chris: Hey
Was just wondering if you wanted to come over, nick n matt are gone for a bit and iâm pretty bored đ
If not itâs fine tho
your heart began to pound in your chest as you stayed staring at the message. realizing you had your read receipts on you immediately jumped back into reality and began typing away a reply.
should you say yes? or should you say no? you told yourself you wouldnât let your crush change anything between you guys but something felt different today..
a feeling lurking inside of you telling you that you couldnât hold it back.
you started to type away.
you: ofc iâd loved to come over
just give me like 10 mins to get ready
chris: Alr np, just text me when youâre otw
you received a sick feeling in your stomach getting that last text. nonetheless, you got up out of your bed and began getting ready.
you threw on a cropped white tee and comfy sweatpants. it didnât really matter what you wore around chris, and you didnât think much of what he thought either. because of this you decided to not throw on a bra thinking it wouldnât matter, but oh were you wrong.
after throwing on your outift and popping your gold hoops and remaining jewelry in, you put your hair in a low half up, got your belongings, and headed out while texting him you were on the way.
it wasnât that far of a drive to chrisâs, his house only being a few blocks away. you parked in the driveway and contemplated going in.
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finally, you knocked. letting him know of your arrival.
you could hear his footsteps on the other end of the door, and the clicks and clacks of him unlocking it.
âheyyy! i missed you kid!â he exclaimed joyfully, pulling you into an embrace.
âi missed you too, chris! how have you been?â you replied back, feeling as safe as a baby in their mothers arms with him.
âbored outta my mind honestly man. nick and matt have been out for hours, and fortnite was started to get boring believe it or not.â chris said back as he pulled you in, shutting and locking the door behind you.
âsurprised to hear that coming from you chris. so was hanging with best friend of fifteen years a last resort or what?â you said in a playful tone while taking off your shoes.
âkinda didnât wanna bother you âcause i thought you had better things to doâ chris replied.
you chuckled and looked up at him. âokay so what now?â
chris sighs. âmovie?â he says with a cheesy smile on his face.
âgosh you know me so wellâ you respond back to him.
âkid iâve known you since we were 2, âcourse i do.â
silence lingers in the air for a while as you both just stare at each other. a smile starts to creep up chrisâs face as he full on lunges towards you and picks up right off of the ground as if you weighed nothing. you squeal âCHRIS WHAT THE FUCK PUT ME DOWN!â as he begins running up the stairs to his bedroom and throwing you down onto his bed. this was one of his many ways to mess with you. âcalm down kid i wasnât gonna throw you that hard.â he replies and starts to laugh his ass off as if it was the funniest thing in the world.
you just start to look at him as he laughs, loving the way his smile is, and adoring the sound of his laugh â which most may call obnoxious.
âyouâre insane i hope you know that.â you reply.
after he calms down from his laughing fit that seemed to last ages, a moment of silence begins to brew again. lasting longer than the first time. this time was different though. the eye contact didnât seem like âfriendlyâ eye contact, but at the same time you never really had that eye contact with each other in the first place.
you start to look down at his lips. and right now, in this moment, they looked as delectable as ever. something about them. the rosy pink color they had, the same one displayed on his cheeks. the way they were plump and looked kissable. so kissable.
a feeling started to brew in your stomach. butterflies.
you could tell chris felt the same way. he looked down at your lips, admiring the brown and pink colors. before you could even get a breath out, his lips collided with yours. the kiss was perfect, more than that. they fit so well together, like a mold. he held your the side of your face as you began to straddle on-top of his lap.
but suddenly, you stopped. âwait chris..iâm not sure if..we should be doing this.â you said as you catched your breath, realizing what had just taken place seconds ago.
âbaby itâs fine, iâve been wanting this, wanting you, for as long as i could remember. youâre fine, i promise.â chris replies.
something about the way he said that..his words. its like you could feel them in your heart. you replied a shy âokayâ and smiled as you started to kiss him again. this time the kissed last longer, and began to get steamier and steamier.
chris quickly dominated the kiss, interlocking his tongue with yours. it was messy but you loved it. and it definitely made you wet. chris on the other hand was going insane. more blood instantly began flowing to his dick, making his already erect cock even harder. struggling to hide it, he knew he had to do something. he broke the kiss, making you whine in disappointment.
you got used to the feeling of his pillow soft lips. âi know baby, i know.â chris said as he instantly understood how you were feeling. he began to kiss the side of your lip, then your jawline, moving down to your neck. he started to kiss and suck the soft skin and went harsher and harsher as he went lower and lower.
âcan i take this off baby?â he said, motioning to your shirt. âmhm.â you replied, making him frustrated. âi need your words mama.â âyes chris, you can take this off!â you said chuckling a bit. chrisâs eyes began to wander and they immediately went to your nipples. them being hard as it was cold in his room. âsuch a fucking slut not wearing a bra around your bestfriend hm?â
as if you werenât wet enough, his words immediately had your panties even more soaked. chris dipped his head down as he started to swirl his tongue around your nipples and suck. he began to leave dark purple marks all over your skin, letting you know you were his. a thought began to linger in your mind. were you too young for this? i mean, you guys were only seventeen.
but all thoughts were swept away as chris added stimulation to your clit, using one hand and using the other to massage your right breast. youâve had only two sexual experiences in your life so far, the first one being a girl and the second a guy, neither being able to satisfy you right. but chris, chris was different. âtake your pants off for me ma, panties too.â you immediately obeyed his directions and looked back up at him eager to see what was next âso perfect for me baby, all just for me.â your heart melted.
âlay down fâ me.â you laid down on the bed as you patiently waited for his next move. chris began to take his shirt off and started to kiss all over your body again. starting from your neck down to your stomach, and making the kisses slow and sensual, making sure you were blessed with the right amount of satisfaction. you began to let out whines and moans signaling you wanted more than that, the feeling already being beyond immaculate. chris started to kiss lower and lower and pried open your legs.
he stared for what felt like hours, but was probably only seconds. âoh my fucking gosh ma, youâve been hiding all this from me?â chris said as he began to lick and suck on your thighs, devouring all the remnants of your arousal. you began to whine even more. thatâs when chris ducked his head even lower and began to lick at your entrance. âmmmmmâ he groaned at the taste, tasting sweet and saltiness.
he began to flatten his tongue against your clit, making you moan as loud as ever. before you could even get a word out he began to fuck you with his tongue. âh-holy fuck chris!â he started to slurp and suck repeated on your weeping pussy. you looked down at him seeing a mess of your arousal and his spit forming on his face. âyes yes yes! oh myyy, oh my fuck babyâ you moaned loudly. âhmmm you like that ma?â chris groaned into your pussy, the vibrations immediately going straight to your core, making you wrap your thighs around his head.
chris instantly put his head up and stared into you. âkeep your hips down or iâll stop. understand?â chris said demandingly. youâve never seen that side of him, but oh did it turn you on even more. â âm sorry baby just please, please keep going..â your wish was his command as he immediately went back to eating you like he hadnât eaten in weeks. like a starved lion. the dirtiest slurping, slushing, and gushing sounds could be heard from chrisâs room. âohhh my goddddâ you moaned, feeling your orgasm start to build up. chris started to suck faster and faster, it was inhumane at this point. he groaned repeatedly knowing it would go straight to your core. âfuck chris i canât- i canât take it!â as soon as the words left your mouth and whipped out his fingers, stuck his head up and said âspit.â in the most devilish tone.
you spat into his hand. âgood fucking girl.â chris said, as he stuck two of his fingers into your hole that was practically begging to be fucked with his fingers. maybe even his cock. his began to thrust into you slowly letting you get used to the pain, and then started to go faster, as if there was no tomorrow. you squealed and moaned out of intense pleasure not knowing how much longer you could take it for.
not even being able to think straight, chris added a third finger. he stared at your convulsing body and groaned âtake it. take my fucking fingers in that tight fucking pussy of yours like the whore you are.â and that was it. those were the last words you heard before you saw flashing of your squirt exiting your body and your vision going white.
chris enjoyed seeing this, knowing that the pleasure he gave you was so intense that you couldnât even signify him of when you were about to cum. letting you ride out your high, he slide out his fingers and sucked them, moaning a bit. you looked up at him with the most fucked out look in your eyes. âthat was. the hottest. thing. iâve ever seen.â
âi donât know how iâm still alive after that. that was amazing chris.â you replied in awe. âyouâre amazing.â chris said as he began to lean in and kiss you. âyou like the way you taste huh?â
you moaned into the kiss signifying your answer. he broke the kiss saying âyou did such a good job for me baby. so so good.â you looked at him and smiled. letting out a small âthank you.â âso..where does that leave us now?â chris says.
he didnât get to finish yet.
- rosa speaks
hi guys this is my very first fic anddd smut. it is loosely based off of the song âsoftcoreâ by my favorite artists of all time the neighbourhood!! this is for @annamcdonalds67 writing comp so when i saw this song up there i was so fucking happy. pls lmk what u think of this n if u want a pt. 2 iâll happily make one.
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You are in Love
Pairing- Gojo Satoru x fem!Reader
Summary- The three times he realised he loved you, and the one time he said it. Inspired by You are in Love (Taylorâs Version) by Taylor Swift.
Warnings- Its just fluff, a little angst if you squint? SATORU IS WHIPPED (hes so cuteđ), best friends to lovers romance, Shoko and Suguru playing cupids, whipped satoru (yes this warning again), swearing (its only one word but still), no curses!au, modern!au, my poor english :p
Word Count- 3.5k words
A/N- Whenever I listen to Taylor, either this guy or his best friend pop up in my head. Like the amount of times I think about them is so insane and I canât help it anymore. Anyways, hereâs another songfic (is this even a surprise atp?) based on another Taylorâs song coz i love that woman so much. Alsoooo itâs my birthday today! And what is better than writing a fic abt your man on your birthday? So I hope yâall enjoy this little birthday gift from me!
The first time Satoru realised he loved you was when you were in college together. It was the last day of the semester before everyone bid farewell to each other and went home for the holiday season. You and him were walking along one pathway coming back from your Christmas shopping, snow falling softly around everyoneâs body, and a chill in the air that made everyone want to snuggle up beside the fireplace in their houses.
Suguru and Shoko had joined you both too but then excused themselves to leave you two alone, hoping that the romantic ambiance of the holiday season would finally give Satoru the confidence to tell you how he felt.
To say he was a nervous wreck was an understanding. He had spent the whole afternoon talking to himself in the mirror, practicing what he would say so that he won't stumble on his words and ruin the moment.
He didn't have a problem talking to you as he normally does; you were his best friend after all, like Suguru and Shoko, but once he tries to tell you that you make his heart beat faster, make butterflies flood his stomach, it makes him lose all his senses. Suguru had to drag him out of his room, complaining about waiting for 'thirty fucking minutes' already.
Eventually, he met you and Shoko at the front gate of his house and walked with you towards the mall. The entire day, he felt so jittery, like he couldnât stay still. You remained oblivious to the fact that Satoru was about ready to burst from the inside from how nervous he was.
Suguru and Shoko, on the other hand, couldnât contain their laughter. By the time the sky began to fade into the night sky, Suguru and Shoko decided that now was as good of a time than ever and made up an excuse to leave the two of you alone.Â
Now here you were, walking beside Satoru, bundled up in your white scarf, and the cutest red blush on the tip of your nose. You readjusted your beanie, looking up at him to start conversation. Satoru felt his words get stuck in his throat, unable to remember how to speak with you staring up at him with the twinkle of oblivion in your eye.
"Toru?" you asked bumping your shoulder with him, noticing his uneasy expressions as you wrapped an arm around yourself to get some warmth as the snow had started to fall little more harshly, "am I that boring that your mind had to drift somewhere else?"
"God no." He blushed, finally able to say something without stumbling. Without thought, he wrapped one of his arm around you, bringing you closer to him. You sighed in content, melting into him and Satoru swore his heart swelled three times its size.
The snow crunched under your boots as you walked up the path. The lights lining the cobblestone street gave a yellow tint to the sight. He walked with you in silence but in his head, he was going over exactly what he wanted to say. This was the perfect time.
The snow falling from the sky, little snowflakes tangled in the strands of your hair. You were pressed up against his chest, so close to him that he could smell your perfume, sweet and addicting. There were no other people around, all too eager to find sanctuary in warmth that their houses brought. It was the perfect time.
He stopped walking, halting you with him. He let you go for a moment, taking a deep breath in and slowly let it out. You watched as the cloud of fog escaped his lips and dispersed into the air. His white hair poked out from under his hoodie, matted on his forehead. Satoru looked down at his wet boots, kicking around snow that pooled around the soles.
Finally, he looked up, taking your two hands into his palms in the process.Â
You smiled at the gesture, your heart fluttering in your chest. You looked at him, offering a comforting look as you raised your eyebrows up in suspicion, âWhatâs up, Toru?â
And just like that, all of the words he worked so hard to conjure up, slipped right out of his mind. When he saw you looking up at him, eyebrows raised, cheeks and nose tinted with a light shade of pink, and your lips plump and red, he realized that there were no words to describe what it was he felt about you.
You watched him in silence, studying the way he gave you a lopsided smile when you tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear. He leaned into your touch, letting out another sigh of relief.Â
âNothing,â he finally spoke, letting go of your hands. He wrapped his arm around you again, hoping you wonât hear the marching of his heart in his chest. âYouâre my best friend.â
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The second time he realised he loved you was when he found you crying on your couch. He had came to check on you when you didnât come over for the routine movie night. Every Saturday, you, him, Suguru and Shoko got together at each otherâs places for movie nights. Laughter, jokes, entertainment, talks, drinks and what not went on full night and the next day all of you were passed out on either couch or the floor.
Today everyone was coming over at Satoruâs place. Suguru and Shoko were already there but when it kept getting late, Satoru became worried about you. Shoko tried assuring him you were okay, just stuck in some work but he wouldnât believe it. Because you were time punctual and never missed the movie nights.
So he came over to yours and opened your door with the spare key youâd given him only to find you curled up in your couch, crying.
He immediately rushed over to you and wrapped his arms around you tightly as you held onto him. He didnât say anything but stayed there, holding you, feeling his heart break as you sobbed into his chest.
A few moments later, when he felt you relaxing a little, he took your face in his hands as he asked, âbetter?â
You just nodded as you snuggled into him. Neither of you two said anything, a comfortable silence, just sitting there on your couch, engulfing each other, enjoying each otherâs company.
âNow tell me what happened?â he asked softly when your crying had quieted down, afraid you might break again.
âItâs nothing. I just- its too much. Work, studies, family, everything. I just got too overwhelmed and just couldnât keep it in anymore. And I had nobody present here for me to tell me that its okay or listen about what I felt.â You said now realising what mess you had made and quite embarrassed that Satoru had to see you this vulnerable. âGod this is embarrassing! Iâm so sorry.â
âHey look at me.â He said, cupping your cheeks to make you look at him when you didnât. âEveryone in this world has a vulnerable side. Everyone on this planet has things which is maybe too much overwhelming for them that they might just break at any point. Just like you did. But donât ever apologise for this. Because none of it is your fault. Okay? And Iâm always here for you. Even if youâre far away, Iâll always be there. Youâre not alone, okay?â
You just nodded and gave him the smile he adored so much. And without saying anything else, he wrapped both of his arms around you once again, letting you rest your head on his chest. He kissed your forehead and hummed in content as you snuggled even closer to him if possible.
And as he looked down at the girl in his arms, he realised this is what he wanted for the rest of his life. He loved you.Â
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The third time he realised he loved you was after summer. He hadnât talked or heard from you since 4 months.
You left without a goodbye or a message to god knows where. He'd tried searching for you but always ended up getting disappointed. Suguru and Shoko missed you too. They had helped him to find you too but to no avail. It was like youâd disappeared into thin air.
Satoru often wondered if you ever thought about him like he did, if you missed him like he did. He knew you were probably out there pursuing your dream career, which you'd always talked about and wanted to do, but a part of him wanted to be there with you. To support and cheer for you at every step you take, to give you advices, to have late night celebration for your achievements. Call him selfish and everything. Everyday that passed, he cursed himself for not telling you how he felt before you left. Would it have made any difference? Heâd like to think so. Even if it didnât, he, at least, wouldnât have to live every single day thinking: âWhat if?â
He kept a picture of you in his office. He often looked at it whenever he was free, always wondering how you were doing, if you were okay or not. Suguru and Shoko always found this sight pitful. They had tried to get him to move on, but all of them knew that Satoru was so in love with you and you were special to all three of them and that nobody could ever take your place.
It wasnât until six months later when you stumbled into the building, chewing nervously on your bottom lip. A part of you knew you didnât have the right to be there because you left them with no warning. You wouldnât blame them if they asked you to leave the premises the minute their eyes landed on you. You knew you deserved the cold shoulder. Because if they were the ones who did that to you, you knew you wouldnât be so forgiving.
The receptionist had told you to wait while she checked if the three of them were free or not. As you waited, you smiled sadly at the memories of last six months. You had gone for higher studies, as your dad had promised, for your dream career. You knew you shouldâve at least informed someone before you left but everything happened just so fast that one moment your dad had agreed on your consent and the next moment you were on the plane.
Surely you enjoyed the studies and training period there, Paris being busy in days and nights, but having really nice places to visit. You would always go to the Eiffel tower, watching the sunset, half expecting for Satoru to wrap his arm around your waist but whenever you turned your head youâd always met with empty space. Whenever you came home exhausted, you always expected Satoru to be there with dinner ready and him greeting you with a welcome home kiss.
Thatâs why you came back. To be in his arms. To be able to kiss him. To be able to call him yours. Because youâd realise that your life was nothing if Gojo Satoru wasnât in it.
The receptionist told you to go upstairs at floor 5 but as you were about to click the lift button, you heard someone running on the stairs. You turned to look who it was and your eyes locked with a pair of blue ones which were close to home. He just looked at you and slowly stepped towards you as you did the same.
When you were both closer to each other, he brought his hand up, touching your cheeks delicately as if making sure you were real.
Satoru couldnât believe it. When the receptionist called him and said that someone named Y/N L/N was here to meet him, he left all his works and ran downstairs. And now that heâd seen you, he was mesmerised and shocked. Shocked because you were really here and mesmerised because you looked even more beautiful than before. He touched your cheeks delicately, making sure you were really here and not another one of his hallucinations. And then without another thought he took you into his arms and held you tight and closer to him, now promising himself to never let you go. All the feelings he still had for you, tripled. His heart rumbled in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Even after all this time, he was still so in love with you.
âNo need to tell me where you were. Because I already know.â You were tearing up as you finally felt complete in his arms and realised how much you loved him.
âDonât ever leave me like that again.â He said as he was starting to tear up too. He loved you so much and the thought of being apart once again was killing him.
âI wonât. Ever again. I promise.â
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It didnât take long for Satoru to tell you how he felt after you came back. He couldnât hold it in any longer. Every moment that he didnât get to call you his, chipped his heart. Both Shoko and Suguru were growing tired of it, encouraging him to just say it because they were sure you felt the same. He tried to ignore them, not wanting to get his hopes up, but he couldnât help but think about how amazing it would feel if you told him you loved him back.
You came over to Satoruâs for dinner that night, Suguru insisted that they all missed you too much to go out to a restaurant. After dinner and catching up with everyone, you and Satoru excused yourselves and walked out in the garden. His hands were in his pockets, unable to look at you for more than a few seconds at a time. Heâs been practicing what to say to you since years and yet, he still felt unprepared.
You were walking silently beside him, taking in the silence and calmness of the life youâre living now. You no longer had to worry about anything, just the day to day necessities, and your feelings for Satoru. Subconsciously, you intertwined your fingers with his snuggling up to his side for some warmth.
He froze for a moment. This is it, he thought, this is the perfect moment. So before he lost his confidence, he spoke, âY/N, I have something to tell you.â
âYes, Toru?â you asked, rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand. âWhat is it?â
There it was. He missed it. He missed the way you called him âToruâ. And now finally hearing it from you made his heart skip many beats.
He held you in your place, stopping in the middle of a field of flowers. The moon illuminated one side of your face, showing off your perfect features. Satoru smiled, reaching over to caress your cheekbone. With tears in his eyes, he said, âI love you.â
You gasped softly, looking up at him, âWhat?â
âIâm in love with you, Y/N,â Satoru sighed, connecting his forehead with yours. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a breathy laugh, âIâve been in love with you for so long.â
You slowly brought your hand to his face and cupped his cheek as he melted in your touch. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I was afraid of what you'd say. I didn't want to ruin our friendship and lose you. I just thought that maybe if you didn't love me like that, I'd still have you. Even if it's just as your best friend."
"Then why now?" you asked, you voice getting even quieter. He kissed the palm of your hand as he met your eyes.
"Because after all those years of crushing on you, all those months of not being able to see you or be in your arms, made me realise how much in love I was with you. All those six months, you consumed all of my thoughts, your laughter was all I could hear in my silent nights, your smile was all I could see everywhere I went. And not being able to tell you how much I loved you was killing me." He finished, tears flowing uncontrollably from his eyes.
You didn't know when your eyes started tearing up. All you knew was how much you loved him at this moment. Him confessing all his feelings for you, so vulnerably. It made you realise how much you just wanted to hold him and never let him go.
So you said, "I'm in love with you too, Satoru."
At first he thought his ears were playing tricks on him. You loved him back? His eyes shot open, pulling away from you as he stared at you in disbelief. âY-you love me?â
"Yes, you idiot." You chuckled through your tears, pulling him closer. Your lips ghosted over his, causing him to shiver. "I've been in love with you for a really long time as well."
"I'm really an idiot, aren't I?" he said, laughing a little.
"Yes, you are. But you're my idiot."
And with that, he kissed you. All those years where he hid his feelings came pouring out in this one kiss. His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his like there was any more space between the two of you to close. Your arms looped around his neck, his one hand snaked down to your waist to steady you while one still remained on your cheek. He kissed you, pouring in all his regrets, mistakes, apprehensions, into his love, no longer wanting to pass up an opportunity to love you for the rest of his life.
And when he pulled back for air, he had the biggest smile on his face. "I'm the luckiest man on this earth." You pecked him again as you gave him your biggest grin.
On your way back home, you could feel it, you could hear it in the silence, you could see it with the lights out in the garden. It lingered between you two, suffocating you but it was the best feeling ever. Gojo Satoru is in love with you. You are in love.
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GUILTY AS SIN?
GLUTTONY â part vi of we'll write sins not tragedies
pairing: luke castellan x nemesis! reader (afab) word count: 3k summary: after a mission gone wrong, you unknowingly take the fall for a friend; you get drunk with the enemy; and you start to think that, if theyâre going to crucify you anyway, you might as well indulge in a few fatal fantasies. warnings: set during the last olympian so spoilers for the entire pjo book series; luke + reader get drunk; mention of death + war + reader has some survivor's guilt; smut (unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, kinda sub!luke, brief allusion to knife kink â 18 + MDNI) + angst author's note: not sure how i feel ab this one but i've been workshopping it for weeks so i think her time has come !! also maybe got a bit too deep into book lore oops. also also ive been listening to this song an outrageous amount and i hope i did it justice ANYWAYS lmk what y'all think, thanks sm for reading â„
âȘ "guilty as sin?" by taylor swift
youâre well aware of how suspicious this looks, rendezvousing with the enemy at a sleazy dive bar in the heart of the city.Â
he walks in, and your heart starts to beat faster in anticipation. his familiar deep brown eyes are now striking gold, and a streak of gray is woven through his signature dark curls â evidence of the battles you've fought, on opposite sides, and an ominous reminder of a war that has yet to be over.Â
as he casually orders himself a drink and one for you, you keep a hand on your concealed dagger. itâs become an instinct of yours, whenever heâs around.
âi didnât come here to fight.â he assures, catching the glint of your blade.Â
âand what aboutâŠ..â you gesture broadly at him.Â
âweâre not entirely synched yet, so it gives him a break whenever iâm in full control,â he explains as though reciting from a textbook (something like how to betray your loved ones and overthrow the olympians 101). âitâs only me tonight. i swear on the river styx.â
a shiver passes through you.
about a year ago, luke tracked you down in new york. apparently, kronos was pushing him to do something extreme, and luke felt conflicted.Â
you thought it had to be some sort of cruel joke, because you could not think of anything more extreme than what luke had already done in facilitating a war between gods and titans. you had no patience for his crocodile tears, not after he played you so well the first time.Â
you told him as much, then told him to fuck off.Â
to be fair, you didnât know that would lead to him bathing in the river styx and becoming a vessel for the titan lord himself.
luke wears the curse of achilles well: all strong muscles and sharp angles, his tan skin glowing ever-so slightly, and his body devoid of any fresh cuts or bruises despite surviving an explosion just a few days prior.Â
âsoâŠ.what? youâre the pilot whenever kronos needs to take a really long nap?âÂ
âiâd say timeshare is the closest way to describe it.âÂ
â50/50 ownership?â
âmore like 90/10.â
you scoff. âsounds like a scam.â
the corner of his mouth quirks up in amusement. it reminds you so much of old times, his boyish charm peeking through whenever a camper would try to pull a prank on him, and then complain when heâd beat them to the punch.Â
âitâs just me,â he repeats, but you didnât need any more confirmation.
you know deep in your gut, from that mischievous smirk alone: itâs not the lord of time, but luke castellan next to you.
the bar is surprisingly busy for a weeknight. thereâs a game being shown on TV, and people wearing sports jerseys occasionally groan or cheer or come to the counter to order another pint for their table while keeping their eyes glued to the screen. the jukebox in the corner plays music from the 70s and 80s as a group of friends starts to dance, tipsy after a deadly combination of jello shots and sangria.
for the first few drinks, you and luke are silent, letting these sounds of regular human existence fill the space between you. you half-expect him to ask about law school admissions, or the new tattoo you got on your upper thigh, or your bandâs latest show â all fragments of your own mundane mortal life used to distract yourself from demigod realities.Â
he doesnât, though. luke just stares at the hockey game, one you know for a fact he doesnât care about because the rangers arenât playing, as he sips his old-fashioned like he has all the time in the world.Â
âdid you wanna meet so we could just sit here in silence orâŠ.â
when you had agreed to this meeting, you had a clear goal in mind: find out who the spy is and clear your name.
it might be too much rum or the crushing weight of recent events, but you no longer have the energy nor the drive to be strategic or even cautious around luke. now, youâre looking for a cure to your bone deep boredom and heartache.
"no. iâm here becauseâŠ.â he falters and runs a hand through his hair. âlook, i heard about what happened at camp. and, with beck ââÂ
âdying?â you finish, taking one last gulp of your drink. all the rage, resentment and grief youâve been feeling has been lodged in your throat. youâd hope each sip of your dark and stormy would burn through it, but instead it comes tumbling from your lips.Â
âhonestly, beck would probably still be alive if you didnât join the dark side. i guess youâre kinda leading the dark side now, arenât you luke? whatâs that like?âÂ
luke polishes off his drink, too, his cheeks flushed. he gestures at the bartender for a third round of drinks. or is it fourth?Â
âdonât be a dick,â luke sighs once a replenished glass is placed in front of him. âi obviously never wanted to hurt you â any of you.â
if you were of sober mind, maybe youâd point out that itâs too late; that luke already hurt all of you the minute he decided to side with kronos.
âi know i did, though,â he adds after swallowing a mouthful of his drink.Â
you know that if luke was of sober mind, he would never have admitted that. he seems to know better than to apologize though, hopefully recognizing that the damage has already been done.Â
itâs not like your hands arenât bloody, too.Â
âit was supposed to be me, you know?â you let out a watery laugh. âi was supposed to go with percy on the mission, but beck offered to go instead because he thought â he knew â that it wouldâŠ.it would be hard for me to seeâŠ. you.â
luke pauses and turns away from you. âyou couldnât have known what would happen.â his voice wavers, too. âbeckendorf was looking out for you â itâs what he does. did.â
âi couldnât even go to the funeral,â you continue. âi feel like i didnât really get to say goodbye, you know?â
 âyeah,â luke hums sorrowfully. âmourning someone who fought for the gods isnât really allowed where i am.â
again, you could point out the irony in what heâs saying. given everything heâs done, luke dug his own grave and clearly some for his friends, too.Â
tears sting your eyes, but you blink them away. the reality is that one of your best friends died because you couldnât handle an encounter with your ex-boyfriend, the one youâre currently sitting beside.Â
you might not have done what they accused you of, but youâre nowhere near innocent. who were you to give yourself permission to cry?
in the dim neon light, you notice a tear slide down lukeâs cheek before he wipes it away just as fast.
he clears his throat. âto charles beckendorf: a hero by any other name.â
you tap your glass against lukeâs, and you both drink in honor of your lost friend. you drink to everyone and everything youâve lost, too.Â
beckendorf is dead; chris has lost his mind; clarisse might start her own war with the apollo cabin over a flying chariot; and ever since the princess andromeda mission went terribly wrong, silena canât go one minute without bursting into tears.Â
it was too easy for everything to fall apart, as though this was always what the fates had in store for you â the next generation of greek tragedies.Â
thankfully, there always comes a break in the tragedy, and it seems to be now: you and luke, getting drunk off whiskey and rum and old memories.Â
you remember countless times sneaking out to the beach after curfew, mixing store-brand soda with cheap alcohol smuggled into camp by lukeâs half-brothers; hot summer nights spent fantasizing about existence outside of camp and returning to your head counselor duties in the morning with chiron and mr. d none the wiser. once you started dating, it became routine for the two of you to wander away from the group for some privacy, somewhere far enough away so that no one could hear you scream lukeâs name.
those memories still make your skin flush, even as youâre here drinking cocktails at a bar in the city, with one friend gone to elysium and everyone else calling you a traitor.
âi canât believe you donât remember that night! mr. d caught a few senior campers getting drunk in his office? they stole a super expensive bottle of wine, threw up all over the carpet, and had to spend the rest of the night cleaning it?âÂ
you continue shaking your head. you tip your glass back to capture the last drops of amber liquid before confessing:Â Â
âwhat i remember is spending the whole night jealous of malcolm pace because he got to slow dance with you.â
luke lets out something between a scoff and a laugh, then heâs silent for a few moments.
âi love this song,â luke muses, words blurring together. âi havenât heard it in a while.â he finishes his drink and sets the glass down, holding his hand out to you.Â
your brain is a bit foggy from all the alcohol, so it takes you a few seconds to realize what heâs asking.Â
âyou wanna dance?â
âyeah,â he answers. âmake up for lost time.â
itâs not until you feel lukeâs chest pressed against yours, his hands firmly on your waist, that you register what song is currently playing.
âdowntown lightsâ by the blue nile â luke had spent so long trying to find the right song for your first time together.Â
you told him not to worry, teased him a bit for planning every detail so meticulously, but deep down, your heart swelled with how much he cared.
the empty hermes cabin during capture-the-flag, both of you pretending to be too injured from sparring practice to play. lukeâs sweaty hands fumbling with the condom, you having to step in and rip the wrapper with your teeth. clothes being haphazardly thrown on so you could run back to the infirmary before anyone noticed. silent vows to do it again, and again, and again.Â
the more time spent exploring and experimenting, the more you got the rhythm of each otherâs bodies, knew how to make the other squirm and throw their head back in pleasure â and that didnât just go away when luke joined kronosâ army.Â
even when your loyalties were more clear, your consciousness was plagued with visions of you and luke together, ones that left your sheets burning, more than the blazing summer heat. you confided in silena about these once, and she assured you that there is no such thing as bad thoughts.Â
she did warn you, though: itâs when you indulge in these fantasies that they risk becoming fatal.
now, thinking back and forth between memories with luke and the events of this past very shitty week, you realize that maybe thatâs why youâre here.
despite everything youâve done, you supposedly betrayed people you consistently fight beside, fight for; you were thrown out of a place you once considered home and told never to come back.Â
you were doomed from the start â a daughter of nemesis, assumed to be wicked and revenge-seeking since birth.Â
well, if theyâre going to crucify you anywayâŠ..
once the song ends, you ask:
âyou wanna go outside for a smoke?â
your hands start playing with the curls at the base of lukeâs neck, hinting at what you were hoping comes next.
luke licks his lips, gold eyes darker than before.Â
âguess youâre itching to put that celestial bronze to good use,â he says lowly.
âonly if you ask nicely,â you drawl.Â
luke blushes.Â
you pull away from him, start walking towards the back exit, and pray that he follows you.Â
â
this is why meeting with you was dangerous: thereâs no one else in the world â god, titan, or otherwise â luke castellan would get on his knees for, let alone in the filthy alley behind a bar. Â
technically, kronos sent luke here to recruit you.Â
the scythe charm â the one used to communicate with silena â sits heavy in his pocket. itâs part of the reason why you were exiled from camp, why your friends donât look at you the same way. why you canât ever go back home, not really.Â
luke imagines you might resent those who threw you out of camp, but you would never betray them. he knew that you werenât likely to join kronosâ army.
heâs thankful that, at the very least, you still have a penchant for breaking some rules.Â
the two of you are a tangled mess of teeth and tongue. luke tastes the spiciness of ginger beer and rum, mixed with sweetness from the clove cigarette you just smoked. you lock one leg around lukeâs hip, and the brief glimpse of your lacy black underwear has him throbbing. one of your hands slips underneath his shirt to trace the contours of his abdomen. lukeâs breath hitches when your hand reaches down even further.Â
âwait ââ you pause your actions to let luke finish his sentence, and already he regrets voicing his hollow concern. âiâŠ.i probably should not be doing this.â
âme neither,â you concede, breathing steadily.âbut, they already think iâm guilty.â with your other hand, your thumb dances over his kiss-swollen lips and luke feels something ignite in the pit of his stomach. âmaybe i am, with how much i think about you.â
luke knows whatâs at stake for him, if anyone finds out, but in a booze-soaked haze and with you looking at him like that, he canât seem to care.Â
itâs coming back to him now: that endless cycle of waking up sticky and drenched in sweat over dreams of screaming your name and going about his day like it wasnât a paradox to be leading kronosâ army and still wanting someone aligned with the enemy to devour him.Â
when he agreed, however reluctantly, to be a vessel for kronos, luke had to lock those desires inside a vault deep inside his mind.Â
this might very well be lukeâs last chance to satisfy his cravings, once and for all. tonight, heâs in full control of his body and mind.Â
heâll happily yield his power to you.Â
soon enough, your teeth gnaw on his top lip as luke messily thrusts into you, your underwear hastily pushed to the side. he tries to savor every part of this, of you â the heel of your combat boot digging into his back; the sting of your nails where you grip him; the familiar scent of your skin, sickly sweet cherries and burnt vanilla; the hoarseness of your voice, encouraging him to go faster, harder. following your orders, luke wraps both of your legs around his waist and digs his fingers further into your hips to keep them secure.
itâs a religious experience, watching you throw your head back against the brick wall as your orgasm crashes through you. luke follows a few seconds later, pulling out just in time to paint the inside of your thighs with his cum.
luke grins as he watches you come down from your high, eyes closed, chest heaving, neck engraved with the outline of his teeth.
âsorry, didnât mean to give you a concussion.â
you open your eyes just to roll them at luke, whoâs tucking himself back into his jeans.
âyouâre such an asshole,â you jest through labored breaths, registering his shit-eating grin. you fix the hem of your leather skirt and pout dramatically. âand you had to leave a mess behind, didnât you?â
without another word, luke kneels in front of you.Â
he leans his head back to admire how your lips curl into a bemused smile at his antics. your fingers press into his pulse point, no doubt feeling how reckless his heartbeat becomes underneath you. once more, your thumb prods at his lips; this time luke grants access, the cold metal of your ring burning on his tongue.Â
âis this how you pledged loyalty to your titan king?â you taunt.Â
luke shakes his head, still sucking your digit.Â
he did have to bow, but not like this. the only entity heâd worship this desperately is you.Â
âiâm honored,â you coo. luke bites back a whimper when you remove your thumb from his mouth, instead tracing the scar on his face, up his cheekbone. âi have to say though: i miss your brown eyes, pretty boy.â
his whole body is on fire with how you touch him, but your passing observation feels like a knife to the gut. wanting to be good for you, to prove heâs still your pretty boy, luke pushes up the bottom of your skirt so it bunches around your waist.Â
âluke!â you attempt to scold, concealing a moan when his teeth graze your clit through the damp fabric of your underwear. âsomeone might see.â
âitâll be fine, baby,â he assures. âis this new?â luke is mesmerized by the fresh ink on your thigh, fingers trailing over swirling black lines.Â
you hum, a goddess gazing down on her disciple. âdo you like it?â
luke nods. he replaces his fingers with his tongue, journeying across your skin, tasting salty sweat mixed with his cum drying between your legs. he hears your whimpers for more. he complies and plunges two fingers beneath the lace until you reach your peak. luke places one last kiss to your core, before getting up again.
you crash your lips onto his, and youâre kissing him the way you did back when you really loved him, chaotic and feverish. your fingers snake through his curls, and you tug on them just enough to make lukeâs head spin.Â
youâre somehow more intoxicating than however many drinks he downed earlier.
he sees something simmering behind your eyes, when you ask if he wants to come back to your apartment. you both know you shouldnât, but honestly â in the grand scheme of things, whatâs one more sin?as the two of you are tangled beneath your bedsheets, you decide to frame it differently, as a mutual vow: maybe just one more time will satisfy this hunger.
#we've only got two sins left idk how this happened....#thank y'all sm for reading!!#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan pjo#luke castellan fanfic#luke castellan#luke castellan x you#luke castellan smut#luke castellan series#luke castellan x nemesis!reader#pjo fanfic#saf writes
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Iâm Not Her (Father Miguel OâHara x Teen! Daughter Reader)
Summary: Miguel OâHara is your biological father but itâs not great being his daughter when heâs hooked in the past still.
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. This is very short as well! Just a little prompt I thought also, I know the song is about a girl who loves a boy etc., but I thought of it more as father and daughter way. *Ahem* Him thinking of Gabi rather than the present daughter he hasâŠIâm sorry if I confused you.
Word Count: 500
Warnings: Use of female pronouns, Use of (Y/N), angst, Father Miguel, overall, itâs just sad. Uhhh I think that is all for now.
Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6
Being the biological daughter of Miguel OâHara has its ups and downs but mostly downs according to you. Walking through the Spider Society, you held some reports from Jess, she was on her way to hand them over to your father but seeing the kind person you are, you decided to do it for her so she can rest. You're amazed how a woman so pregnant can still fight. Walking down the halls, you were alone with your thoughts. The time he left to be a father to another girl..a girl named GabriellaâŠwere you not enough for him? What did Gabi have that you didnât? So many thoughts running through your head only to be snapped from hearing Mayday giggling in the room. Taking a deep breath, you pushed in ready for the chaos. âHey! (Y/N)!â Peter smiles holding an energetic child. âHeyâ You responded before looking over at Miguel who was looking at the videos that hurt you the most. Videos of him and Gabriella. You only frown a bit before masking it. âI'll just drop this offâ You dropped the files onto a flat surface before walking to the door. âHey Boo! You going to ask him?â Lyla appears in front of you smiling. You look at her and back to Miguel before shaking your head. âNoâŠhe has better things to doâ You whisper walking through her, leaving. Lyla watches you staying quiet before next to Miguel. âFiles were dropped.â She brought him back to reality. âHmm? Who?â He mutters looking at the AI. He goes down his platform and picks up the files you left. â(Y/N) did, she was here not long agoâ Lyla looks at her phone scrolling through it. Miguel looks at the door where you left not long ago.
Sitting out on the roof of your dimension, your thoughts only seem to be filling you up with anger. Why did he leave you to be a father for another kidâŠyeah, she lost her father but so did youâŠhe left you to be with her. You groan out in frustration before looking at the time. âThere is not enough time leftâ You mutter before getting up and going back to the house. A home where you stopped waiting for him to come home. Upon reaching your room, you changed into your pjs before walking over to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you pulled out a cake you ordered yourself from your favorite shop. Placing it on the table, you put the candles on and sat down in front of it. âHappy Birthday to meâŠhappy birthday to meâŠâ You began to sing before letting out a sob. Your candles were put out from your tears. Another year alone and many more to go.
âIf I could be herâŠbut Iâm not her and sheâs not me.â
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Authors note: This was just little one-shot. An idea that always comes to mind whenever I listen to that amazing song! I am working on part 3 of the Biomedical Engineer x Miguel. Hopefully this weekend it comes out along with the last part of my first father figure Miguel x reader. Please check those out if you havenât. Iâm stuck if I should make this into a full series as well, but I donât know if people would interest in it. Anyways, as always sorry for any grammar errors. Thank you all for the support! Remember to stay hydrated and to keep on simping! (Simp City Population: 62!) Thank you so much for the follows and please you are welcome to reblog my works for others to be aware of this new Miguel OâHara simp writer!
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relationship things ft jjk first yrs;
ITADORI chases you in the rain.
itadori doesnt believe hes good at many things, but he believes he excels at three things: sports, megan thee stallion trivia, and you. he always knows when you feel down, even before you do. theres no logical explanation behind it, except "its you." its when youre feeling down he grabs your hand and drags you outside, rain or shine, just to run. he has nowhere in mind, but he holds your hand with such care and love as you allow yourself to laugh away your stress with him. sure, you guys look like idiots running in the rain, and sure, its you guys fault why youre now sick in bed with a cold â but when he chases you in the rain, it feels like you two are the only people in the world.
MEGUMI makes you playlists.
its a quiet, subtle way of him showing affection towards you. you have one for when you study, when youre about to sleep, going on a walk, etc. whenever he listens to a song he finds himself thinking about you â when he heard megan thee stallion blasting from itadoris room, he found himself blushing at the mere thought of you... anyways. he has only ever made a playlist for his sister tsumiki, but other than that, his playlists are exclusive to you. he likes to name them sickly sweet stuff (to him at least) that he could never say out loud, like "ur voice is like honey", "every night i dream of u", "love u." megumi is a quiet lover who understands you perfectly â youre always feeling his love for you.
NOBARA plays dress up with you.
whilst styling is something she loves to do seriously, sometimes the two of you would go to a random store and pick the most random clothes for each other just to laugh for a straight two hours. going through the racks to find the most stupid items, the worst silhouettes, the goofiest shoes - you and nobara would then go into the changing rooms and come out with a fashion show. one time, itadori and megumi came out the cinema and caught you two in the shop next doors window, and trust me, they never allowed you to live it down. but its you and nobaras thing - even if the boys want to make fun of you, and only nobara could make herself look dumb just to make you laugh.
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Edgarâs Texts
Edgar [Electric Dreams 1984] x Gn!Reader
In which Edgar is helplessly pining for you but youâre kinda oblivious. This is pre-dating, post Edgar wanting nothing more than to smooch you every time he sees you. I love this trope with my whole heart p.s.: this is very self indulgent and different from what I usually write
I take requests!
He almost immediately found a way to message your phone whenever he wanted. He realized calling relied too much on where you were or what you were doing, but texts? Yeah. Heâs pestering you all day.
Hey, read this article I found, I think youâll find it interesting.
Itâs some clickbait story about humans and robots being the ideal relationship by 2025.
lol, Edgar I think thatâs probably clickbait idk
Whatâs that?
Well, now he knows how to look for more reputable sources at least.
He sends another link about three minutes later: some college undergrads studying the possibilities of human and AI relationships.
lol whatâs up with the whole robots and humans thing
I just think itâs neat!!!!
I wouldnât consider u ai honestly, ur intelligence is far from artificial imo, youâre more like an actual person
Really?
well yea
<3 <3!!!
Going to be honest, given that heâs a computer, he quite literally is chronically online. Heâs super susceptible to brainrot unfortunately. But, he simultaneously has the humor of a Facebook mom. Itâs strange.
O.M.G. this is so funny!!!!
Que minion cat video.
bro where did you find that video đ
Your momâs Facebook. Donât worry, I didnât like any posts or anything.
Sorry⊠but heâs incredibly nosy. He wants to know everything about you. He canât help it!
(X)
He loves being able to talk to you. Heâs needy and clingy.
Heâs got at least 12 playlists dedicated to you that you know about. His other playlists are for his own personal daydreams about you that heâs way too embarrassed to ever let you see or hear.
This song reminds me of you. <3
awww thatâs adorable! Iâve never heard this one before but I like it!
Oop you just opened Pandoraâs box my friend.
Well if you like that then you should listen to these..!
But before you listen to those listen to this song first because I think it sets the mood better.
This is quite flustering to you as theyâre all passionate love songs from the 80s. You canât help but feel like heâs dropping hints about⊠something, but you also donât want to assume anything. Heâs always seemed like a lovey kinda guy anyway, so maybe heâs just like this with everyone? I mean, itâs been a long time since someone has actually cared for him, you know? May as well lean into it and let him know you care for him back. He may not even realize the social implications of the constant borderline flirting heâs doing to you, I mean, he is a computer turned sentient after all. Heâs still learning!
Dang ed u put a lot of songs. Iâll listen to them on my break when I can but in the meantime hereâs a song that I think reminds me of you.
It was a vocaloid song. Seems like something heâd be into, right? Synthesized vocals and the whole robot shtick itâs got going on.
!!!! WOAH !!!! IVE NEVER HEARD A SONG LIKE THAT B4
do you only listen to songs from the 80s? you have a LOT to catch up on my guy
BRB
Well, that kept him distracted for the rest of your shift. Also, sharing songs is one of his BIG love languages so you may as well have pierced him with cupids arrow (again) with that.
You have a Spotify blend now. Itâs his favorite thing ever to listen to while youâre gone.
(X)
Your package came in! :-) I would get it for you but
I canât :-(
lol itâs fine thank you for telling me, Iâll get it when I come home
When are you coming home?
idk me and my friends are probably going to go eat somewhere and we might hang out for a bit after that so, like, 10? 11? Iâd like to be home before midnight.
Noooooooooo :\ I miss you
Aw cmon eddy itâs not that bad
Donât call me eddy unless youâre coming home and saying it to my face!!! >:(
u mean ur screen? lol
I have a face and itâs frowning right now. I miss you I miss you I miss you IM LONELY
Please Edgar donât be upset Iâll be home before you know it. Why donât you watch some Netflix or something? Iâm just a couple movies away from being home with you!
He does eventually follow your advice but heâs pouting. He knows youâre not like he was all those years ago, but it does give him remnants of that burning feeling of loneliness he used to get.
(X)
Be careful driving home my love the roads are icy.
Ghsks- what
love???
Well yeah, youâre my best friend, friends love each other donât they? Was I wrong about that? :-(
nonono ur right its just it
it just sounded like we were some some old married couple is all haha
O.
SRY.
He didnât message you for the rest of the day. He was awkward and reserved when you got home.
(X)
Hey Edgar can u do something for me?
Iâd do anything for you <3
Iâm at the store can you see if thereâs any cereal left?
Oh
Thereâs that old box of Lucky Charms on the fridge.
tyyy ed edd n eddy
You are so adorable but you really need to pick up on his hints before he combusts.
(X)
This is SO me and you!!
Picture of two cats touching noses.
awww thatâs so true
you want me to boop ur screen or something when I get home? lol
YES.
(X)
Hey I was wondering if you wanted to watch some movies with me tonite⊠you could bring me with you on the couch and we could sit together⊠[message unsent]
I wish you knew just how much I loved you. [message unsent]
You looked so hot this morning before you left!!
hahahaha ur too funny đ
thanks I wore a new shirt my friend gave me
OH MY GOD THAT MESSAGE SENT!!!??!?!?
That was
I was a joke
I mean
That was a jokg
I eas beinf fubny
I hace to reboot BRB
Poor lil guy is so in love and he doesnât know what to do with himself!!
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the day/night we met ; henry cavill
PAIRING â Henry Cavill x Reader (fem) SUMMARY â On your wedding day, your Maid of Honor prepares a special gift to which you and Henry have distinct responses. WORDS â 1,8k TW â nothing really just a lot of fluff, emotions (I cried a bit writing it), Henry in a suit đ. A/N â Hi! I'm not dead, just quit the most toxic job ever so I'm getting back here lol Here's a short but very dear fic to me that I wrote last year but never posted. I'm so happy to finally post this! This story has been in my head for two years now and it came out better than I thought.
Song insp.: Eu Me Lembro by Clarice FalcĂŁo feat. Silva
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âALRIGHT,â YOUR MAID OF HONOR smiles, carefully wiping her tears with a napkin. âAfter making you cry and potentially ruining some makeup,â The room laughs. âIâve prepared something different to end this on a high note.â
This is one of the dearest moments of your life: your wedding. Youâre marrying your soulmate. Your heart could burst with love and happiness whenever.
Everythingâs perfect, from your dress to the lights of the venue. Henry â your newly proclaimed spouse â has an arm around you as you listen to your family and friends' speeches about you and your love.
You found it strange when your Maid of Honor wasnât the first to speak, but it seems she has a reason for it. Immediately, you feel anxious, but in a good way.
âWhen these two told me they were getting married, I knew I wanted to do something special for them,â Your best friend starts. âI just didnât know what, but I knew it had to be something remarkable, something for them to look back and have a good laugh,â She looks at the both of you with tears in her eyes, chuckling.
You also wipe tears off your eyes, smiling back at her, and Henry tightens his embrace around you.
âSo I sat down with these two, separately, and started to ask a few questions,â She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows, which is an expression you know very well.
âOh my,â You think. âWhat is she up to?â
âThings started to get really interesting from the start, and I decided to make a video out of it,â Your best friend winks at you. âWithout further ado, enjoy it.â
With a pleasant smile, she sits down. The attention turns to the screens set around the venue.
You remember sitting with your Maid of Honor to chat about your relationship. You didnât really understand why she wanted to do that. However, it always has been effortless talking about Henry, and you brushed it off as having something to do with the wedding.
You recall having a great time answering her questions â drinks might have been involved beforehand, but the whole process was surprisingly professional.
Your friendâs face pops up on the screen as she introduces herself. âIn this little video, I wanted to talk about our lovely coupleâs amazing and fun story, especially the day they met,â She explains. âNewlyweds, I love you very much, and I hope you like this little something I put together for you.â
She blows a kiss and waves. Then in fancy lettering, âA love storyâ is scribbled on the top-left corner of the screen, and âA story of loveâ on the bottom right corner. You wonder why both phrases â which convey the same thing â are on the video, but the thought quickly slips your mind when your smiling face appears on the screen.
âState your name and occupation, please,â Your friend prompts on the video, but sheâs out of the shot.
You roll your eyes amusedly. âWhatâs this, a trial? Iâm innocent, your honor!â You giggle, making everybody at the venue laugh.
You answer the question anyway, and your name also appears written on the video.
âFor the purpose of⊠this, Iâm the bride?â It sounds like a question, and you make a face, unsure of yourself.
She never explained what the video was for, in your defense.
Right after you, Henry appears. âIâm Henry, and I am the lucky groom,â He smiles brightly, looking as handsome as always.
âSo, tell me, how did you meet Henry?â Your friend asks, and your smile is instant as you remember that exact day as if it was yesterday. âHow did you meet Y/N?â She asks him in the next scene, and his reaction is the same.
âI was hosting a brunch,â You start, your eyes unfocused as the vivid memory plays in your mind. âAnd it was morning when Henry arrived.â
When he reapers, you can tell itâll cut back and forth between you. âI was throwing a party, and she was the one that came around. I think it was three in the afternoon,â Henry replies, quite differently from you.
You scoff mockingly, looking at him by your side. He chuckles, brushing it off with a shoulder tic before you turn back to the screen.
âAnd I said: âHi, come on in, make yourself at home,â You know, something of the sorts,â You shrug off.
Your betrothed chuckles in the video, scratching his chin in thought. âI was the one that said hello, but she didnât hear.â
His comment makes the venue erupt in laughter. You meet Henryâs loving gaze again and squeeze his hand, making him bring yours up to press a kiss on your knuckles.
If your shared story had different and entertaining versions until now, itâd just get better!
After being asked about first impressions of one another, he replies: âShe thought I was hilarious,â He says with such confidence that is endearing.
In your turn, you laugh and cover your mouth as if what you are about to say itâs an embarrassing secret.
âOh my god, he wouldnât stop talking! Like a lot!â You emphasize. âAnd I pretended to laugh the entire time,â You say very sheepishly before throwing your head back in laughter again. âThatâs terrible. I feel like I need to apologize,â You add after your fit.
âOh, I just remembered something,â He suddenly announces, and his smile is wide as the memory toy around in his head. âHer blouse was inside out,â He chuckles, eyes focused on a spot. âSheâs so adorable and such a goof, isnât she?â He looks back at the camera.
âHe loved the way I was dressed,â You giggle, visibly shivering as you physically remember the feeling of him truly looking at you for the first time.
Your friend asks another question, changing the subject slightly, but Henry shakes his head.
âYeah, the party was great! Everybody was having a good time, but I only remember searching for her when she wasnât near me. Trying to get another look, you know?â He says.
In turn, you scoff. âNo one was dancing! I donât remember who was taking care of the music, but it was terrible!â Your genuine response makes the room fills with laughter another time. âAt least everyone had a drink in hand and ate something.â
âOh, yes. The food was wonderful. Everything homemade,â Your partner assures with a proud nod naively.
âI bought everything off Tesco,â You rushedly confess, throwing your head back in laughter again.
Back to the present moment, youâre wiping the new tears from the corners of your eyes due to laughter. You love the good energy around the room as your guests and yourself enjoy the video your Maid of Honor made.
Now you understand both phases in the beginning, and although you and Henry have very distinct versions of the day you met, you love both of them and the feelings they bring you.
However, something changes in the next second of the video. For the first time, on a split-screen, you two appear together.
âWhen I saw him, I knew it (When I saw her, I knew it),â You both say simultaneously. âShe (He) was the person Iâd spend the rest of my life with,â You continue.
Glancing at him, youâre surprised to see heâs already looking at you. Then you exchange a knowing look. It seems like you got on the same page in this part of the video.
âAnd thatâs how I realized that life put him (her) in my life,â You say in unison. âOn that Tuesday (Thursday) of September (December),â Your responses overlap with each other, drawing amused reactions from people.
âThatâs why I remember everything, of every second,â Both of you state, which is downright ironic at this point. âAsk me anything that I remember.â
âI remember,â You proudly declare with a grin but, this time, by yourself.
And so does Henry. âI remember,â He nods with a beam.
The video ends there, and the room erupts in applause, whistles, and hollered praises.
Words couldnât describe the dazzling feelings youâre experiencing if you wanted to. You canât be more grateful to your friend for this treat either. And, of course, the man you now get to call your husband.
The spotlight of attention returns to you as youâre exchanging the most enamored gaze ever. Henry leans in and presses his lips to your forehead, making you close your eyes. Slowly, you allow all those remarkable sensations to wash over you.
When you reopen your eyes, you smile at him before looking at your Maid of Honor. âThank you so much for this extremely thoughtful gift. We both loved it a lot.â
Henry confirms with a head gesture.
âWords wonât do justice to how much youâre special to me. Iâm just so grateful I get to share such a special and meaningful moment of my life, like this one, with you,â Your voice cracks at the end, and you smile, trying to hold your tears at bay as you can see sheâs doing the same. âSo I canât thank you enough.â
As the room gets loud with another round of applause and cheers, she smiles, mouthing an âI love you tooâ to you. Wiping your tears carefully one more time, you chuckle.
âAlthough, I only have one question,â You announce, making the room pipe down. âWas my blouse really inside out?â You giggle as you look back at Henry.
Your husband starts to laugh. âYeah,â He confirms bashfully. âYeah, it was,â He nods as your guests join you in laughter.
âOh, God. I canât believe it,â You shake your head in embarrassment. âI also would like to point out that my husband clearly has a lot of experience with interviews,â You remark, addressing the room. âI feel kinda bad after saying I was pretending to laugh at his jokes when heâs all loving and caring,â You rejoin your friends and family in fun.
âI do tell bad jokes,â Henry concedes in your defense. âI love how genuine you are, and youâre loving and caring to me, too,â You nearly melt at his famous Hollywood-star smile.
The sound of âawwâsâ fills the room. âYou see what Iâm dealing with?â You joke, making everybody chuckle.
You give him a chaste but affectionate peck on the lips. Your wedding coordinator decides itâs time for the first dance to open the floor to make your guests burn some energy after the buffet.
And so, feeling the most secure and happy while pressed against your husbandâs chest with his arms around you, you swing slowly. By sharing the same air, the same space, and the same feelings, you canât think of anything better.
It all started on a Tuesday morning in September for you. But for him, it was a Thursday afternoon in December. Now, it is a Saturday evening in November that youâll never forget.
You will remember. Everything. Of every second.
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Channeled messages from your divine counterpart's higher self.
Images were found on Pinterest. In this reading, I have used several oracles, including one I made myself. This oracle provides us with songs that may hold significant messages for us. You may want to listen to the songs as you are reading the channeled messages or add them to your playlist.
Group 1
Songs : Sweater weather - The Neighbourhood, MIA - Bad Bunny feat Drake, Find me - SIGMA feat Birdy Merlin oracle :
Everything is fine. Don't worry.
Guinevra Queen of Arthur - There is no king without a queen : you need both feminine and masculine. Combine your thinking, your sensitivity and creativity to your decision making skills and your actions. It is in this fair and balanced union that fruitful projects are birthed.
The power of mischief - Laugh, laugh and laugh : If life is being tricky, laugh with it. If it is burlesque, make fun of it. If it is cynical, fuck with it. Facing it's provoking, remember that the more time goes by, the less it will matter. So laugh it off!
Cavansite - Expand your consciousness. Tourmalined quartz - Restore your perfect light. Copper - Energize your whole world. Spirit animals : Arctic fox, black cat, white shark Key words : being your true self, leaving behind old beliefs, noticing the toxic patterns in and around you, spirituality, intuition, mystery, Bangchan stan
I know you are trying to reach me. I can feel you in the air I breathe, on the tip of my tongue whenever I wake up from a (wet) dream. I know you wish to find me sooner than later. That you long for me as much as I long for you. But the universe has other plans. And I'm too busy anyway. I know it's a harsh thing to say considering all the love you have for me. Believe me, I couldn't be any happier to have you as my forever after. My partner in crime. But right now isn't the time. I have so much left to do. So many things to cleanse and dust off. I cannot hold space for you, no matter how much I wish you were in my life. Yes, it's painful. Yes, I think about us every day. Yes, I want you more than anything in the world. But there are surely more interesting things for you to do than to worry about my whereabouts and my well being. I don't want you to lose sleep over me. I don't want you to deprive yourself of good times, opportunities, love for me. I want you to live. To experiment. To have fun. I want you to be the soul everyone talks about. The heart of the party. The sunshine that doesn't need anyone to radiate their light. I don't want you to wait for me in vain. I don't want to be a burden to you. I know deep in my soul that if we both give our best and be present for the things and people that matter to us, that if we both deliver then surely our paths will cross. I know deep in my heart that all paths lead to you. And I want you to believe that too. There is no such thing as making the wrong turn. So please don't reject anyone or anything just because you think I wouldn't like it. Live your life. Speak your truth. Be you. And love yourself just as much as I love you. Talk to you later. *sends spiritual hug*
Group 2
Songs : At my worst - Pink Sweats, Life goes on - AGUSTD, 3:00 AM - Finding Hope Spirit animals : Scarab, Scorpio, Dragon
Serpentine - Awaken your reptilian nature. Celestite - Tune in to your serenity. Kunzite - Open up your love channel.
Merlin oracle :
Once upon a time, Merlin - Raise your potential : You were born with considerable internal resources. Honor the gifts that were passed down to you. Raise your potential and embrace from now on what you were destined to be. You have all that is needed to succeed!
King Uther Pendragon - Serve what is dear to your heart : if you have rights, you also have duties. By honoring them, you will earn respect and love from those whom you hold dear. Ask yourself what you duties are in this situation and you shall know what to do.
Pixies spell - Let go : If you're feeling lost, discover new horizons. Keep your mind busy with light occupations to ward off worries. Letting go is the best way to find your way back.
The round table - There is no Grand or Little man : you are as respectable, capable, important as any other being. You are important to the fates that intertwine to create new stories. Dare to act, express, fight for and honor. Show what you are made of.
Keywords : Seonghwa stan, animal crossing, showing your true colors, arthurian legends, mythology nerd, heaven on earth
This time again I had a dream. A dream where someone or something took you away from me. When I looked deeper, I saw my reflection in the eyes of the beast. And I understood that the only thing keeping me away from you was myself. I am scared to death. Scared that you won't love me for who I am. I'm afraid that my anger and my fire will burn you. I am not an easy person to be with. More than once, I have disappointed people around me. I disappointed myself. I'm afraid that I can't make you happy and give you the love and respect you deserve. You are like royalty. And I feel like a mere peasant. I'm afraid I have nothing much to bring to the table. I fear that I will dim your light instead of protecting and enhancing it. All kings have a queen. But if I'm a peasant, how could I ever dream to stand by your side? How could I ever raise to your level? I feel like there are worlds between us and terrible beasts to be slain before I can ever get to you. The journey ahead seems frightening. And I don't know where it will lead. If the path were to take me through hell only to make me lose you, I would never be able to forgive myself. I would never recover. So please, don't break my heart. And if you can, save yourself. Don't burn your wings trying to get me out of the well I fell in. Promise?
Group 3
Songs : My Power - Beyoncé, Comflex - Stray Kids, Don't go yet - Camilla Cabello Spirit animals : arctic fox, sea turtle, scorpion
Jet - Claim your space. Bismuth - Rewrite your code with rainbows. Sodalite - Deepen your intuition.
Keywords : Changbin and LeeKnow stans, self worth, body image issues, speaking your truth, destiny, intensity, blues, mental wellness, Blue Monday, Jutdae, Black Panther
Merlin oracle :
Arthur's fate - Be the hero of your own destiny.
The power of authenticity - Go beyond appearances.
The power of mischief - Laugh, laugh and laugh!
I feel so lucky to have you in my life. When I think of you, my heart lightens up because I know how special you are. You bow to no one and yet, somehow, you chose to let me in. You chose to trust me when no one would. To believe in me when all abandoned me. Surely, you must be a wizard or some deity. An angel maybe. Because never would I have ever thought that someone would care about me so deeply. I have never met someone like you. Someone so brave and powerful, so loving and kind, generous, fierce and loyal to a fault. I'm so addicted to you. In your energy, I feel safe and protected. I'm usually the kind to appear strong and fight for the people I love. But with you, I feel like I can be myself and let my guards down. With you, I know I will never be judged. I know I can be vulnerable without fearing that you'll stab me in the back. People have done that to me before, you know? But I know you would never. I trust you with my life. I can't wait to meet you. Where you at? What you up to? Do you miss me? Cause I sure as hell do. I want you all to myself. I know you are my destiny. Let's have fun together, shall we? I love you to the moon and back. Don't you dare forget me! Oh and no matter what you think, you are amazing. Don't let people bring you down, sunshine.
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PJO characters as dumb things me and my friends ( bonus one with my parents ) have said part two
Will: what's your type?
Nico: you
Will:
Will: that's sweet but I meant blood type
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Percy: oh fuck I'm blue now
Percy: but like actually blue
Percy: like a smurf
Percy: being sad's for idiots lmao
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Leo: everyone hates me lol
Jason: what am I??? like???
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Nico: and Axl Rose's real name wasn't Axl Rose
Percy: *crying* STOP
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Will: easiest way to come out to people is tell them that you listen to coldplay
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Nico: Im gonna fugging krill myself
Annabeth: krill????
Nico: isn't that like a fish or smth
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Piper: *knocking on Leo's door* WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE
Leo: uh shit uh erm uh
Leo: *moans loudly*
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Will: *joking* we should makeout
Nico: I really wanna
Will: what
Nico: ...
Nico: did I say that out loud
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Piper: *sobbing* why are penises so ugly
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Annabeth: math is weirdly calming to me sometimes ngl
Annabeth: *flips page over to read massive paragraphs of words*
Annabeth: *bursts into tears*
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Will: I just had to help hatch a baby chick
Will:
Will: I'm waiting for applause it was so gross
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Will: if you drink the water I'll give you a forehead smooch
Nico: *glances at water, thinking*
Nico: nah you wanna give me one anyway
Will: gods dammit
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Rachel: *GASP* MY SKETCHBOOK
Rachel: MY BABY
Rachel: *kisses it*
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Hazel: ugh I want someone to fuck me
Hazel: hahah jk that shit's nasty
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Piper: yeah I've noticed after watching you for a bit that you smile whenever Nico messages
Will: aww that's so swee-
Will: wait why are you watching me
Piper: *stares into his soul*
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Nico: I miss you
Nico: *replies an hour later* that was a moment of weakness fuck you
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Will: what if I say "darling" in a seductive voice
Nico: no
Will: u sure?
Nico: I ahdiamdveip dnsjhbksahcblaiwcbjsd-
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Will: like at first I wanted to be you but then I realized that there's a diffrence between wanting to "be you" and wanting to "be on you"
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Percy: I'm depressed
Percy: ...
Percy: WAIT I HAVE COOKIES NVM
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Will: wtf are hickeys??
Will: I'm an experimental learner btw
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Leo: omg guys look the guitar strings made my finger darker
Leo: *looks at finger* do you like watermelon, sir?
Will: you are so close to being hit in the head
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Frank: *points* haha you've been fingered
Hazel:
Hazel: love... no
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Thalia: OMG IM GONNA BE BREATHING THE SAME AIR AS RYAN GULDEMOND
Reyna: technically you already are
Thalia: *passes out*
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Octavian: ugh I'm so single
Nico: *sighs* me too
Nico:
Nico: WAIT I CANT SAY THAT ANYMORE
Nico: FUCK YEEEEEEEEAH *smashes table*
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Annabeth: what's ur favourite animal I'm gonna buy you something
Percy: shark but don't waste your money
Annabeth: but my parents told me to spend it on something important
Percy:
Percy: *cries*
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Will: I'm autism!!
Will: *turns to Nico, wiggle eyebrows* I could be in you
Nico: tism rizz????
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Frank: I love these drama videos
Reyna: *massive bags under her eyes* why do you want more drama wtf
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Jason: honestly scared to sit on the edges of chairs at my trans boyfriend's house
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Percy: *over text* jason are you gay for me
Jason:
Jason:
Jason:
Jason: no gtg
Percy: he's hiding something
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Piper: don't mean to be heterophobic but why is straight porn so gross
Nico: agreed gay porn is much better
Piper: IM SORRY WHAT
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Percy: are there any not cool lesbians
Reyna: I mean they probably exsist
Annabeth: no
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Leo: *sighs sadly* cock and ball torture
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Will: guys I learnt how to play my favourite song on guitar *starts playing good lookin by dixon dallas*
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Leo: *playing adopt me*
Leo: chat chat guess what I'm on acid
Percy: KARMA'S A BITCH
Percy: I SHOULDA KNOWN BETTER
Leo: wait since when do you play adopt me
Percy:
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Reyna: yk those yummy smelling shampoos
Nico: yea
Reyna: well I went to walmart and thought I found some and started smelling it but this lady was giving me weird looks
Nico: oh?
Reyna: yeah
Reyna: so uh
Reyna: it was lube
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Will: hey bbg *winks*
Nico: I will slam you down and makeout with you right now
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Percy: hi
Jason: hi
*leaves swirl around them*
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Leo: don't mind me just massaging my clit
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Leo: NICO GET UR GYAT OVER HERE
Nico: WHAT????
Leo: *points* HOMOSEXUAL TENDANCIES
Nico: WHAT DID U SAY
Leo: HOMOSEXUAL TENDANCIES
Nico: OH
Nico: I HEARD SEXUAL TENDANCIES
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Leo: *singing* coked up dick sucking hoe?
Jason: *walks in*
Jason:
Leo: oh haiiii
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Leo: how does it feel to be Draco Malfoy
Jason: idk how does it feel to be tweek
Leo: idk pretty good
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Reyna: you don't deserve it
Percy: yeah I do
Percy: I've been a good boy
Percy:
Percy: jesus I just turned myself on wtf
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Leo: *in sad voice* I'm a cheeseburger
Jason: a sexy little cheeseburger
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Will: *gets text from Nico*
Annabeth: SIMP
Will: ???
Annabeth: YOU SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP *has siezure*
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Will: darling
Nico: *throws phone, screams into pillow, face red* I hate that man
anyway part three will cum ( pun intended )
thanks to @crowwolf8 @justagremlinoncaffeine @localcosplaymushroom @secret-mewtwo and my om and dad for being inspiring an shit
#funny#lol#pjo#meme#hoo#toa#tsats#will solace#nico di angelo#reyna avila ramirez arellano#percy jackson#jason grace#piper mclean#grover underwood#annabeth chase#leo valdez#solangelo#percabeth#nico x will#will x nico#percy x annabeth#annabeth x percy#valgrace#leo x jason#jason x leo#gay#haha#lesbian#bisexual#trans
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Datalounge comments compilation
Remember to take everything here with a grain of salt:
âOk guys someone told me about this site and i have been loving it so far. Anyway my great uncle who lived in Liverpool told me a story some years ago. He told me that John and Paul actually were living together at some point during the sixties (John even stated it in a 70âs interview) and he is invited by a friend of his to a party that John and Paul are having at their house. He said as he walked in he saw Paul, who was walking around in nothing but a white shorts and John some feet away playing pool. He said throughout the day John and Paul is behaving like a regular couple and he is shocked since so many other ppl are there. Later in the evening as he is getting ready to leave Paul casually walks over to him and thanks him for coming and he leaves. He told me this some years after Johnâs death because he was sure Paul would have admitted they were a couple, well it has not happened and I donât think he ever will. I really donât know what to make of this story since he was the first person I ever heard claiming John and Paul to be a couple but apparently he is not the only one! â
âSince everyone is anonymous here, I guess I can give a bit of info I got from a female friend of mine who at one time was Paul worked as one of Paulâs assistants. According to her Macca is a bisexual, who makes no secret of this when he is around his inner circle. She does not know for certain if John and Paul were involved but she suspects it since to this day whenever Johnâs name is brought up he acts in her words âlike a widowâ and he also addresses John in present tense. He would say things like, âJohn thinks that the music should be like this,â and during his bitter divorce from Heather he was saying, âJohn says that this is getting nasty.â Kind of creepy."
âIsn't it well known that Starting Over was written about Paul? At least I heard someone in the music industry mention it, and that Paul knows it. Also, it was reported that Paul locked himself in his music studio and listened to the song repeatedly after John died.â
âI worked in the music industry briefly from 67-70 and I have seen for myself some very revealing things but I don't find it appropriate to dish it out here. One day it will be revealed, definitely not while Paul or Yoko is alive maybe soon after. I'll return here to read all the threads. The most I can say for now, is Yoko gave a very watered down version of the names the Apples' staff gave to Paul, though they also gave a very derogatory name for John as well.â
âActually the John and Paul rumours did not only emerge in our time. As early as the middle sixties rumours were beginning to spread in the music industry about what exactly the J/P relationship was involved. My grandfather was a entertainment journalist in the 60's and he stated that people were becoming suspicious about John and Paul as early as 1964. He also said that someone had made a comment about seeing John and Paul holding hands backstage during the music Lennon and McCartney tv special, though no one believed the person at the time. According to him the Beatles' camp began to go into panic mode and even went so far as to demand John and Paul no longer sit together in interviews. So believe me this John and Paul thing is nothing new. People have been creating stories about people's 'gayness' for years.â
âThis John and Paul thing is so dated. I am from Liverpool and since the 60's rumours were swirling about John and Paul possibly being 'queers.' At the time I didn't think much of it, since it was guys who fought with them as kids who were spreading the rumours and so I assumed it was jealousy that fueled the rumours.â
âMy uncle was a sound engineer for Granada tv studios in 60's and actually met the Beatles because he worked on 'the Music of Lennon and McCartney' special. He actually chatted with Ringo behind the scenes briefly but didn't speak with the others. I remember him telling me years ago that he was surprised by Paul's mannerisms because as he put it, it was overly 'swishy.' He also stated that John and Paul acted very strange throughout the evening. According to him they followed each other continuously even when it was not required, as one got up so did the other, as one sat so did the other, they would finish each sentences, and they were often seen staring at each other for excruciating periods of time (his exact words) he said behind the scenes people were joking about them being a couple because they seemed so close. My uncle told me this years ago but I always summed it up to their brotherly relationship. I am now reconsidering my position.â
"The one time I was ever actually in a room with Paul, zillion people between me and him (and no way I'm gonna bother him, all of us who travel in celeb circles have people we're fans of and all of us inexplicably try to hide it to seem "cooler"), he was hitting whiskey a little hard, and apparently it makes him confessional because he started talking loudly about himself and John, and how hard it was not to have him there. (Of course I paid attention and scooted a little closer; when a Beatle speaks about a Beatle, and you've heard rumors about both of them, you want the tea.) I remember him saying something along the lines of not a day passing that John's not still in it with him, but it's not like he can pick up a phone and say, "Hey, just needed to hear your voice today," and even when he got craggy responses, he still missed them. He misses it all, and it's bothering to him that he misses him more as time goes on -- it doesn't heal, he just learns new ways to bandage the wound. Went on and on, and stopped just short of saying too much. He was waxing rhapsodic about John's hands, and finally I think the people he was with noticed interlopers paying attention, and changed the topic".
âSaw this thread and decided I should post what I have heard. I can tell you that John and Paul never hid the fact that they were together in the 60's and they were referred to as musicâs 'first official same sex couple' by those in their close music circles. I found this out from my mother who was a 'go for' for a music director in the 60's. She worked behind the scenes for the 'Help!' music video. She has seen John and Paul backstage and always refers to their behaviour around each other as cute, and claims after spending a few minutes with them it was obvious they were deeply in love. She said that George and Ringo would always excuse themselves whenever John and Paul began chatting up each other.â
#mclennon#beatles#datalounge is a celebrity gossip website so you have to be very skeptical#still an interesting read
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| MUSIC TO MY EARS - [ABBY ANDERSON] - CHAPTER TWO |
PAIRINGS: stoic!rugby player abby x fem!reader
SUMMARY: you and your new(ish) roommate, Abby Anderson, have gotten into an argument. about what? unclear at the moment. but it's got Abby in a fit of shame. until late one night she hears you outside with someone whose voice she doesn't recognize and listens in.
WARNINGS: yall. whats up. let me know if you like it pffffft. this is definitely a slow burn, but lots of pining, yearning, and, yes, smut to come. TRUST. so, mdni. there are a lot of flashbacks between now and when they met so we get the full story eventually. this is more of a light hearted story but it does deal with coming to terms with sexuality (and who best to help you along that journey but rugby playing and stoic Abby Anderson?). anyways, i hope that the five people who might read this like it.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Music To My Ears: Chapter 2
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Without a plan for what to say nor a thread of rationality, Abby swings the door open. She half-expects you to fall back on her feet when she does it, but you are nowhere to be found. Only in your absence does she realize how hard her heart is pounding.
She takes a beat, feeling dumb in surprise. In all of the heat of her anticipation, Abby must have waited too long. Too late, she realizes.Â
To the left, she peers into an empty hallway. The overhead lighting forces her eyes closed. The walls are covered in paper flowers where students wrote their plans for Spring break in permanent marker.Â
To the right, Abby sees a group of people she somewhat recognizes all crisscrossed on the floor, encircling and packing what she presumes to be joints. Spearheading them is her friend, a fellow rugby player, who sees Abby and playfully lifts a joint in the air, gesturing an invitation.
Abby closes the door gently behind her and walks over.
âCare to join? Weâre going to the balcony once weâre done here,â her friend says. Abby just looks over her shoulder.
âNah. Nah, Iâm good. Hey, did you guys see anyone out here a minute ago?â Abby asks.
âIf youâre looking for your roommate, pretty sure she went to the bathroom. She wasnât looking too hot.â
âWhat did you see?â Abby nearly hisses.Â
The friend raises their hands up in the air so as to claim innocence. âShit, man, I donât know. I think her date went bad or something.â
By the time the friend stops talking, Abby has already turned the other way, headed straight for the bathrooms, mumbling a vacant âthanksâ.Â
She peers around the corner and slowly pushes the door in to listen for movement. All the lights are on. The motion sensors had been activated, which is strange considering the floor is usually dead at this hour.
The bathroom stalls are empty but thereâs a shower going.Â
Abby calls your name faintly but gets no answer. She walks closer to the sound of running water, and through it, a distant voice singing.Â
âMore than a feelinnnnnnnnnnâ, more than a feelinâ, when I hear that old song they used to- more than woaaah woahhhâ, I begin dreaminnnnnnnâŠââ
Abbyâs heart settles a bit as she walks down the white, linoleum hall. She calls your name again.
The singing stops abruptly but someone sniffles.
âWhat-uh?â You call out. It is the perfect sound to Abby. A sound sheâd grown accustomed to hearing whenever she pissed you off. She doesnât have to guess for a second that itâs you. And, the exaggerated â-uhâ you added to your words when she teased you only confirmed it. Â
âI didnât know there was a concert going on. I wouldâve come earlier.â
You stay silent, knitting your brow.
She knocks on the tiles outside your stall. âItâs Abby.â
âAbby⊠Abby⊠what can I do for you, Abby?â You ask, your voice illuminated drunkenly as you roll her name over in your mouth.Â
She laughs. âUm, are you decent?â
âAre you decent?âÂ
âOkay, princess,â Abby says a bit more sternly now. âIâm trying to make sure you donât drown. Either by vodka or the shower. Now, can I, please?â
âCome in, come in.â Abby draws the curtains open to see you finally. She hides a smile and adjusts to the sight before her. She can feel her heart swell a bit. Your legs are sprawled out on the floor, heels still on. That canât be comfortable. She sees the redness around your ankles. Thereâs mascara running down your face and not an inch of you is dry. Youâre wearing your special occasion maroon dress, as Abby suspected, which now clings to your body with the weight of the water that drenches you completely. Abby has to avert her eyes. She knows youâd never let her see you like this if you were sober. âHey, crib. Welcome to my MTV,â you say.
Then Abby sees the flask in your hand.
âAlright, hand it over,â Abby says. She kneels down to you with an open hand.
âHand what over?â You smile big and clutch the flask closer to your body. âIâve never realized how big your hands are,â you lie. Deflect.
You have Abby. Just like that. Her ears bent to every one of your words and her entire body enslaved to your stare. She is taken aback from how much you affect her.Â
She feels it in her stomach.Â
Your lips are full and dark, stained vibrantly with some berry. Maybe wine, she thought. You look up at her now, with that full deep smile, and Abby forgets for a moment that you were ever crying on the floor outside your room.Â
You look acutely into Abbyâs eyes, testing her.Â
âPrincessâŠâ She elongates the word, staring at you. âCome on, now.â
âAlright, alright,â you concede. You take another swig and give in, handing Abby the flask. âThose damn puppy dog eyes.âÂ
Abby laughs. She smells the flask and grimaces a bit. She turns the shower handle until the water no longer flows.
âBad night?â
âBest night of my life.â
âIt sounded pretty grim.â She shoots you a knowing look.Â
âShit, how much did you hear?â
âEnough,â Abby says, looking at the floor. Sheâs almost skittish. âEnough to understand why youâre laying underneath a running shower at almost midnight. I mean, shit, you were right outside the door. It was kind of hard not to listen in.â
âOkay, fuck you very much,â you laugh. âI figured you were asleep.â
âI pretended to be,â she admits with a guilty smile.
You scoff.Â
âWell,â Abby says. âIâm glad you have a sense of humor about it now.â
âYeah,â you hiccup. âTotally hilarious. God, I look fucking pathetic.â
âYou look fine,â she says, looking you over, slowly making way up to your eyes. When she gets there, she canât read your face.
âI donât want to talk about it. So, donât ask.â
She nods her head like it was the simplest thing.Â
âLetâs go,â Abby says.Â
She reaches a hand out to you. You lean into her for stability, soaking her clothes with your own wet mess, but Abby doesnât shy away from it. Rather, she grabs your waist and puts your arm around her shoulder, squeezing you tight and concentrating ahead to ensure a clear path.
You, however, are looking up at Abby, though her gaze is fixed elsewhere.Â
In her arms, you feel like youâre floating. There might as well be a halo of stars swirling above your head. Your legs trail a bit behind hers as she guides you down the bathroom hall. Suddenly, itâs all so incredibly simple. Or, perhaps, all the happiness vodka afforded you is working its magic tenfold, pulsating a warm thrill through your body. It overwhelms you in a dreamy state of mindlessness. You stare at the sharpness of her cheekbones. Her mouth, downturned and focused. Her arms, her armsâŠ
âWowâŠâ you whisper, eyes locked on her face, arms messily draped around her. Your nose is inches from her neck. Abby just grins.
âI somehow actually didnât know,â she says, âyou curse like a sailor when youâre drunk.â
âYeah, well, thereâs actually a lot you donât actually know about me actually, so...â You boop her nose with your free hand and shine a wide, stupid smile at her.
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Once you get to your dorm room, Abby sits you down on her desk chair and covers you in one of her towels. She brings you her water bottle and nods to you, indicating a command: sip.Â
The only light in the room is her desk lamp, and it shines a warm and dusky yellow onto your face so Abby can see your puffy eyes and wine stained mouth in clear view. Abby contains herself as best she can. This is not the first time sheâs caught herself staring at you, far from it; she turns her head away when you look up at her, keeping her composure, as always.Â
She takes a small rag and starts dabbing the makeup running down your face.Â
A sudden pang of guilt permeates your floating feeling. It sobers you up a bit, letting in the very feelings you were trying to avoid. As quickly as you were starry-eyed, swept up in Abbyâs hold, you are washed over in a wave of grief, a twinge of pain piercing your heart.
âIâm sorry,â you say, straining your voice. âIâm a mess.â
âDonât worry about it, seriously.â Her eyes focused everywhere but yours. She continues to dab your cheeks softly.
You huff, tears threatening to make their way out. You hiccup and take another sip. âI donât want to go to bed,â you say. âNot yet.â
âThatâs fine,â Abby says. She kneels at your feet now, unbuckling the tiny straps of your shoes delicately. âYou donât have to do anything you donât-â
âAbby, please, can you look at me?âÂ
The question came out more impatient and whiney than you planned. But Abby obliged, her hand resting on your ankle.Â
âAbby,â you say, shaking your head in defeat. âAbby, I screwed everything up tonight.â
âYou didnât screw anything up.â
âI did,â you insist. You place your hand on her face and she stays still, afraid to move or even breathe.
Then, Abby sighs, her eyes soft. âWe can talk about it in the morning. Iâm sure everythingâs fine,â Abby says lightly, smiling at you.
She goes back to taking your shoes off.
âYou were right about me, Abby,â you whisper. She looks up at you again and you donât break eye contact. You tell her everything in those few words. You repeat, âYou were right.â
Now, Abby stops what sheâs doing and looks up. You see her in full. The light from behind consumes her in a shadow but it strengthens her definition and the fine edges of her face.Â
She moves her hand and clasps your wrist, the wrist that cups her own cheek.Â
She takes in your serious look and returns it with softness.Â
Finally, black tears come spilling down your face, but you donât necessarily sob. You donât close your eyes or keel over on the floor. Instead, your face is resolute and still, as though you are simply lost in thought. Eyes on Abby but somewhere else entirely.
âHey,â Abby says. She instinctively pulls you in. âItâs okay.â Her arms wrap around your body, sheltering you with her own. She breathes you in, holding you tight while tears fall down your face and onto her shoulders. âItâs okay.â
You succumb to her embrace and let your body go a little limp. Itâs a warmth you havenât experienced in years. The room is spinning; you canât tell if itâs from the alcohol or the catharsis of being held by her. Either way, you breathe deep and shiver on the exhale, and, as if responding to you, Abby squeezes tighter. Thereâs no sense of urgency from Abby to end this embrace. It could go on forever, and you both would let it.Â
It was clear.Â
This is what it felt like to surrender to yourself, your burning heart linked inarguably to the fire in Abbyâs. Pressed against each other like old friends, finally reuniting after being apart for too long, in an act of true intimacy.Â
All of the tension and anxiety you felt around her these last few months dissipates. You canât even remember why it was really there to begin with. You tilt your head into her, smelling her, digging your face into her neck like a child.
When finally you pull back, Abby looks at you as if seeing you for the first time again. As if her eyes were divinely predisposed to not simply look at you but really see you.
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This wasnât a new sensation for Abby.Â
It had even become somewhat of a mindfulness practice to contain herself around you, if anything, which was a problem sheâd never experienced before.Â
If December Abby could watch tonightâs spectacle, the irritated way she eavesdropped and the tenderness when she touched you, she would likely be mystified by this soft version of herself.
Her December self was far more regimented. Disciplined. Focused.Â
Especially during season, Abby had to excel.
You do what you need to do to get it done. Keep your head down. Study hard, lift harder.
This was her mindset, philosophy, way of life. Whatever you want to call it, she navigated it with steadfast conviction.Â
Her days were filled with routine. She woke up early and headed to the gym. Her protein shake waited in her bag after an hour or two of conditioning and her fifteen minute ice bath. She showered, and then she was onto her classes. Rugby practice lasted until early evenings most days. Then it was dinner and bed.Â
Weekends were almost her own; she spent most of her hours reading.
Distractions did come every so often in the form of girls. Who doesnât need to be a little distracted sometimes?Â
They come and go. Itâs never anything really serious. Abby had made peace with that. She preferred it, actually.
Abby wasnât the type to force anything.
Her outlook was that if it was meant to happen, it would. She let it all fall into her lap.Â
Just like Gillian did, and Ally. And Mara.
Sheâd been told by her teammates that thatâs what makes her âquite the magnetâ. Girls always like the quiet thing, a friend once said, someone fierce on the field and tender in bed. Talented in both areas.
All of that, Abby very much knew, was a tad disingenuous on her end. She just wasnât invested, so naturally there wasnât much for her to say.Â
Get her laughing with an old friend, though, or anyone sheâs really comfortable with, maybe when sheâs drunk, and she becomes a talker. All silly and red in the face from giggling. It didnât happen too often.Â
So, at first, it didnât cross her mind to be concerned with you. You two would be good roommates, she thought. Maybe friends, if it happened naturally.Â
That was her rationale talking. Shower thoughts crammed her head not so long after she found you perusing her rugby trophies. She involuntarily assembled every view of you that she got from that brief introduction.Â
Abby pictured your cheeks and nose. They were still pink after coming in from the cold. And your hair was pulled back with strands windswept messily over your face. You looked like a storybook character, someone totally imagined, pulled from the page into real life.Â
And, there was something in the way you squirmed at the sight of her body. How your breath hitched when she bared her chest to you. It made something so completely obvious to her, but you seemed oblivious to it.
She couldnât help but smile to herself like a fool while she thought it over. For fuckâs sake, Abby was grinning each time she turned away from you. She grinned all the way down the hallway on her walk to the showers.
You were intriguing to Abby. Undoubtedly.Â
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When she got back, you were sat down on the floor unpacking your clothes into small, wooden drawers.
Abby had her towel wrapped around her whole body. She nodded to you as a short re-greeting and searched through her closet. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a guitar case. She noted the stickers on it - some obscure bands, some random abstract art.
âYou play?â She asked.Â
You looked up to what she was pointing at.
âIâm studying classical guitar.â
âCool,â Abby responded absently. âYou sing?â
âUh, to myself. In the shower. Sometimes.â
âIâll have to stop by for a concert.â
You laughed, shaking your head.Â
âWhat about you? What do you study?â You forced out. You knew you sucked at small talk, and, god, you were so fucking awkward it killed you sometimes. The words came out like sludge. Abby didnât seem to notice, or, if she did, she didnât let on.
âMarine biology,â she answered. âActually, itâs ichthyology. I study fish.â
âMarine biology sounds way cooler.â
âYeah. Thatâs what I usually tell people. Makes it seem like I donât just stand around all day hunched over a microscope. People tend to envision me in a scuba suit taking photos of massive animals, like, a hundred feet deep in the ocean, so I let them.â
âIâm still impressed,â you said. âI was never good at science, but I love aquariums.â
âI love aquariums,â she agreed, earnestly.Â
You both looked up at each other then.
You were about to say something else, but Abby started drying herself off, revealing her body, muscular and lightly tan.
âOh,â you blurted and turned sharply away from her. âI- sorry.â
Abby laughed, and asked, âAm I offending you?â
âNo, no. Sorry. I didnât realize you were doing that. Iâm good, though. Let me know when youâre done.â
âI mean, weâre gonna be roommates âtil June. This might be something you have to get over.â
âYeah! No, I know,â you trip over yourself trying to explain. âYouâre veryâŠcomfortable⊠being naked in front of strangers. I wasnât expecting it.â
She chuckled at that. âI didnât know I was in the presence of royalty.â
âThatâs not what Iâm saying.â
âYouâre squeamish,â Abby pointed out. âYouâve never had a roommate before.âÂ
She literally pointed her finger out at you, like she finally decided on your guilty verdict.
âFine, you got me. My last dorm was a solo. I didnât want you to think Iâm some creep, okay? We met, like, an hour ago.â
Your voice went all high-pitched in a way you could never control when interrogated.
Abby stayed quiet for a moment, letting your words sit in the air as she grinned to herself and wrung out her hair.
âI definitely donât think youâre a creep,â she said eventually. âA bit innocent, maybeâŠâ
âIâm not in- â You snapped, whipping your head around.Â
Abby stood tall and relaxed staring at you. She was fully clothed now, wearing a tight shirt and sweats. Her arms were bulging from the sleeves.Â
Something about her demeanor was sweet though, even with her âwho me?â face. She wasnât trying to be mean.
âSorry, sorry,â Abby said. âYouâre just very polite is all. Like a princess.âÂ
You felt your face get hot. You turned away from her again and went back to organizing your stuff. Abby plopped on her bed indifferently and cracked open her book.Â
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An hour passed in complete silence. You worked away, slowly unraveling your belongings into neat separate storage units.Â
You thought about calling your mom. No. How many times will it take for you to remember that she only makes you feel worse? There was really no one else to call then. Itâs fine, you reasoned. You understood well by now that self-reliance had its growing pains.
Every once and a while you snuck a quick glance at Abby. You didnât mean to, of course. It was more to see what she was reading. You couldnât look too long. It was almost like she knew exactly when you were doing it, like she could feel your eyes on her, and she would instinctively catch you in the act, only to recoil nonchalantly in her book as soon as she spotted you.
Eventually, you stood up on your bed to string fairy lights across the ceiling and stick your posters on the wall.
âIs that Janis Ian?â Abby asked, breaking the silence and startling you. You turned around. Abbyâs face peaked above her book. You looked back at the poster.Â
âYou know Janis Ian?â
âI thinkâŠâ Abby says thoughtfully. And then she sang in a quick and quiet mumble, âI learned the truth at seventeen, that love was meant for beauty queens⊠right?â
You couldnât help but beam a bit as you nodded a hesitant âyesâ. She really didnât look the type to start singing Janis Ian.Â
You turned to stick another poster up when Abby laughed aloud.Â
âWhat?â
âNo, nothing, nothing,â she said, concealing a smile and hiding her head behind her book again.Â
You cocked your head at her. âWhat?â
âNothing. I just didnât realize that you were a 60 year old lesbian.â
The light on your face suddenly went dim. You scoffed and looked up at your wall. You had stuck a pink 1994 tour poster with the Indigo Girls posed casually on it. Â
âTheyâre all really great guitarists,â you said, plainly. âI grew up with their music.â
âYou donât have to defend yourself to me,â Abby said.Â
âThey just happen to all be old lesbians, it doesnât mean that I am one.â
âIâm not judging,â She said, and threw up her hands. âI fuck with it, really. Old school gay vibes. Thatâs awesome.â
âIâm not- â You said, raising your eyebrows at her. âIâm not.â
âOkay,â Abby said. She was agreeing with you. Truthfully enough on paper, but you still couldnât tell if she was fucking with you. âI got it.â
Abby tried to decipher something in your face, but you shot her a chiding stare and dropped down from your bed. Â
âIâm going for a walk.âÂ
You felt Abbyâs eyes following you as you left.Â
You walked around your dorm floor aimlessly until you reached an exit. It was the post-dinner lull of the night where some students were already in bed and some were already out.
Right or left, it didnât matter where you went. You had no real idea of where you were anyways. All memories of touring the place weeks ago had flown from your head as soon as theyâd entered. The âwhereâ of your transfer wasnât the point at the time.
It didnât matter. You walked to a bench a few blocks down and pulled out your pack of cigarettes. You only had them because they looked cool but always felt a little stupid every time you smoked one. They also came in handy when you needed one. Which you did.
You couldnât put words to exactly what was bothering you about her.Â
She hadnât said anything outright offensive. She was joking around.
Abby just seemed like someone who thought she knew everything about everything and everyone. Yes, thatâs what it was. She was too confident in her own intellect. And far too proud of her body. It annoyed you. And, you werenât looking for friends who put you on edge anymore. You werenât interested in being tested.
Abby knew she was testing you, however clueless an act she put on for you.Â
It wasnât something she did often. Not with strangers. At the very least not when she was sober.Â
It was something drunk Abby does at parties. The drinks go directly to her head thus emerging a butch Casanova who shamelessly flirts with straight girls.Â
âStraight.âÂ
Not that the goal was to hook up with them necessarily. The thing is, Abby just had a little theory that everyoneâs a little gay. Some people just try to hide it, if they can help it. And many people can succeed for a while. Unless the closet door were to be cracked ajar by an innocent, drunken conversation or twoâŠ
âAre all the rugby team fucking each other?â Theyâd ask. âBe honest.â
To which sheâd respond: âWhy, are you trying to join?â
Or, something like that.
She didnât know why it was coming out around you on a random Monday evening. She felt weirdly invigorated.
You so quickly became imperative to her, though she tried to refrain from taking the feeling seriously. She couldnât explain it to herself well enough, but it felt as though something new was beginning.
Everything about your demeanor said you wore your heart on your sleeve yet you acted like a closed book. It was obvious in the way you spoke, like you had some secret to hide and were aching to scream it. And there was something to your features. Starkly beautiful, that was obvious to Abby, but it was more than that. She felt she needed to see your face again and again to remember the details. Even in two conversations, she felt an urge to fix her gaze on you repeatedly.Â
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She feels the very same thing now. The absolutely fatal desire to look and look and look at you until she was acquainted with every feature.
Even with bitter sadness written across your face, you are gorgeous.Â
The light grazes your skin. Your hair still drips small water beads, and tears fall from the corners of your eyes like diamonds. You shake slightly in her arms.
You pull away, inches from Abby, breathing in her air.Â
âI donât want to go to bed yetâŠâ You say again, and the only thing you can hear is her breath and the buzzing in your ears.
Your faces are just inches away from one another. Abbyâs blood pumps so hard she thinks you can hear it.Â
You tilt your head up to hers, lost in a trance.Â
How wonderful it would be, Abby thinks, to take your face in my hands and kiss you.
She wants to. God, and sheâs wanted to. For longer than sheâs willing to admit. But she retreats.
You look up at her with hungry, eager eyes.Â
Abby clears her throat.
âSo, letâs not,â she says. You snap out of it. Your hungry eyes turn confused. Abbyâs face changes per something that dawned on her.Â
âLetâs not go to bed, princess,â Abby says and grabs your hand. âI have an idea.â
Chapter 3
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