#fic: girl crush

[back2bluesidex]

i want to permanently remove girl crush from my brain. the damage is too harsh 😭 /pos (but is it really /pos FOR ME???)

IDk how but you did that 💯💥💝

pls feel free to ignore this part of the ask but will there be a part two 👉👈 SORRY for asking so soon but it's hell not knowing if we'll ever see what's happening to that (non)couple

Thank you soooooo much for giving Girl Crush a read and liking it enough to send an ask. 😭💖

The song is really close to my heart because I was a massive Harry Styles girlie. I cried often listening to that one with no particular reason lol.

I'm really happy that you all are loving the story even tho it's really angsty. 😘

As for part 2, I really don't know anything yet. I don't plan my stories ahead and I write completely on whim. I write whenever I feel like writing or if there's a request or if I am working on a series.

So, there are very thin chances of a part 2. But you never know.... Let's see what's in store.

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

Heyyyy the brain juice is back

Angel Danny

Ok so you all know the drill Danny gets hurt and needs to leave his world and ends up in the ghost zone and redeemed pariah dark heals helps him heal and develops a father son relationship got to love  those but the difference from my usual stuff is that Danny ends up a full ghost and so his ghost form changes from the usual to something like this

And he’s wearing something like this

{And yes he is in a dress again I can’t find any fic and other things with him in a dress so I will make my own}

And while his form is changing and as you can guess it hurts BADLY so pariah dark ends up getting protective of Danny [ But not too much not like Yandere level but at the level where he likes to have Danny by his side until he heals all the way and for a bit after.]and Danny’s lair like for my Aphrodite Danny and Nyx Dannyit takes a more Greek  temple look and vibe like this

{also can I just say that this is so pretty.}

And for the DC part of this the ghost zone is done with the GIW BS and is declaring war if they do nothing to get rid of the problem and though magic things the JL and JLD end up in the Ghost zone for negotiations so the ghost zone doesn’t fuck up their shit and Tim teams ( Tim, kon, Cassie, and Bart) end up lost and somehow get into Danny’s lair and meet him.

And I’m done, hope you guys liked it and make sure you don’t go running around the humans! byeeee

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive come to realise that i dont actually hate kubokai, i just hate the way people write them

[cupidsnotesx]

“You’re mine. All mine.”

reader X crush

content warnings: nsfw

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The colorful city lights passed through the curtains, highlighting his shirtless body towering over you on the bed.

The dress and heels you had worn just hours before were scattered carelessly across the bedroom floor.

“You’re so pretty like this”, he whispered breathlessly letting his eyes wander across every inch of your exposed body underneath him.

“I see the way they look at you. The men at the bar. The hunger in their eyes. God, who wouldn’t?”

Your heart pounded in your chest.

“But you’re mine”, he growled, squeezing your hips with his firm hands as he leaned in and left a soft kiss on your lips.

“This pretty mouth of yours”, he murmured, pulling away and placing his thumb in between your lips.

“Your neck”.

You felt his hot breath against your skin as he left trails of gentle, sloppy kisses all the way down your neck, moving his hand from your mouth and placing it around your throat. he squeezed. your eyes widened in pleasure from his touch.

“Your pretty stomach”, he continued down your belly and then your thighs.

“These pretty legs”, he muttered and placed them on his shoulders, kissing them.

“All mine”.

He held your gaze. Everything disappeared around you. The dark bedroom. The sound of the busy city and traffic outside.

He gently tugged at the lace of your underwear, still keeping his eyes on you. You nodded.

He inserted himself into you, and you gasped audibly at the sensation.

He hushed you in a low, soft voice letting you adjust to him. Then, slowly, he started moving. Then he sped up his pace, growling with every thrust.

“Mine”, he exited you.

Mine”, he repeated, as he slammed himself into you once more.

“Mine”.

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thank you so much for reading!!🎀 this is my first post. requests are always open xx

[somnimagus]

Preview of my page for @dungeonzine! I'm so happy I got to draw Senshi and the main party, they're all so dear to me.

You can check out the shop here! Everyone's work is so gorgeous, and all proceeds are going to World Central Kitchen!

[idontplaytrack]

Regina(big sister of reader) connects the dots and realizes reader has a massive crush on Janis

Some fighting

Good ending 🫡

✧ Crush

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader(+ older sister Regina)

Warnings: coarse language, reader & Regina quarrel a little

In which Regina steps up and becomes reader’s wingwoman when reader’s crush on a certain someone becomes annoying (in Regina’s terms)

Part two / Part three

(Pictures used are from Pinterest & Auli’i’s IG)

After your Mom and Dad split up, you and your sister’s bond only grew stronger. Individually, you could still love your parents to an extend, and definitely appreciated them for what they’ve given you and Regina. But everything was still tumultuous so you and your sister have learnt over the years to stay away from them as much as possible. As a result, Regina pretty much paid for your food, new clothes and even your phone bill. Heck, she was the one who got you a proper working phone after a four-year old handed down device from your Mom had become absolutely just useless. You never asked for anything unless you needed it, but she would always get you a little something every now and then without telling you anything.

Regina was two years older than you, so when you first started high school, she was already in junior year. And that was the craziest year of all to you. Not just because of the Burn Book wrecking total havoc in her year but also the first time you’ve seen someone in a damn long time. You walked into school with Regina on one of your first morning of freshmen year, eyes curiously observing your surroundings. You had completely stopped in your tracks when your gaze fell on a familiar face. You couldn’t tell who it was, but definitely knew who it was.

Let’s put it this way…your brain couldn’t remember but your heart sure did. “Who are you looking at?” Regina noticed, closing her locker after getting out a book she needed.

“Is that— um, what’s her name? Wasn’t she your best friend?”

“Oh, that’s Janis. Yes, we were friends. Probably why you recognise her because she used to come over a lot and you would always cling onto her like a koala bear or something.”

“Are you still on that?” You grumbled, “I was four.”

“What did you want?”

“I don’t know. Reintroduce myself? I don’t know anyone here except you and Cady.”

“I could help with that.” Regina shrugs, “You…just go up to her and say hello.”

“Uh…no way, Regina.” You scoff, studying your schedule closely, “Where’s room 217?”

“I’ll take you there. Just go say hi.”

“Not doing that, just take me to the classroom.” You sigh.

“Whatever.” Regina smirked, “Let’s go then.”

Being in different years, the sisters obviously did not have any classes together. But, they did run into each other again at lunch since they had their break at the same time-slot. You had no one to sit with, so you just found a table in the corner and settled down to eat while Regina sat with her friends and Cady. “Hey.” You heard a voice walking up behind you. Your back stiffens as you sat up. Hold on…

You turned around and you saw her getting closer to you. “Wow, I thought I saw you earlier.” She says. “Haven’t seen you in forever. y/n, right?”

“Janis.” You chuckled, “Hi.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all, go ahead.” You shrug, trying to keep it cool.

She sits down opposite you, “So…how’s your first day so far?”

“Made a friend, we don’t have lunch together though. My two best friends from middle school got assigned to a different high school, so it kinda sucks a little to have to start all over.”

“Ah, just take it easy and let things happen on its own. Don’t stress yourself out over things that you can’t really control, you’ll meet the right people with time.”

You hummed, shrugging your shoulders as you stabbed the food with your fork and ate some of it.

“You know, I remember when you were probably like— 3 or 4. And you would always cling onto me while me and Regina played board games or cards or something.” Janis mentions.

“Oh, my God— you remember that too? Regina keeps bringing it up to make fun of me.” You sigh, but couldn’t help it and laughed a little anyway.

Janis grins, “I thought it was sweet that you trusted me that much.”

“Is that so?” You guffawed.

“Oh, very much so.” She nods, “I don’t have siblings so having you to dote on the way I did was great.”

Siblings. Well, what a weird feeling you were having in your heart right now. Staring at your tray, you twirled the spaghetti with your fork, avoiding her eyes.

Pushing that feeling aside, you soon continued to chat with Janis for the remainder of lunch, saying bye to her when the two of you went your separate ways to your respective classes.

————

After classes were all done for the day, you made your way to the parking lot to wait for your sister by her Jeep as discussed. You waited just a few minutes before she showed up with Cady. “Hi, y/n!” Cady waved at you cheerfully.

“Hey!” You smiled in return, getting into the car when the both of them did.

“How was your day?” Regina asked casually as she started to drive away from school grounds.

“It was okay, Janis talked to me at lunch, I made a friend in my art class.”

“Good— wait—” Regina nearly gasped but stopped herself, “She did?”

“Almost made a fucking fool of myself.”

“What? It couldn’t be that bad, you guys know each other.”

“The last time I saw her, I was 10. It’s been four years.” You glared at your sister, “You know what the first thing she brought up was? Exactly what you mentioned this morning.”

“Come on, bubs. It was cute.”

“Yes! Because I was four.” You groaned, “Did you remind her?”

“Hey, we’re not close like we used to be. Don’t overestimate either of us.”

“What…what are you guys talking about?” Cady asks, confused.

“She took forever trying to figure out who Janis was this morning. But that’s beside the point, what she’s referring to is, I told her how she used to always basically climb onto Janis and snuggle while I was trying to hang out with my best friend.”

“Oh, enough.”

“y/n, what’s the big —”

“You better watch it.” You warned.

“Ooh.” Regina glances at you with wide eyes, “Moody much. Cramps?”

“Shut up.” You huffed, crossing your arms as you looked outside while she drives.

You got home and just went straight to your room. Regina sighs, “I don’t even wanna know what’s going on.”

“She’s upset.” Cady pointed out, “She clearly didn’t want you to tell people that. You didn’t need to tell me.”

“It’s not a big deal, though. She always laughs at that and suddenly today she has a problem with it?”

“Well, things change?” Cady sat down, Regina does so as well.

“I only told you. I didn’t tell anyone else, so what I don’t get it why she’s so pissed off— oh my God.”

“What?” Cady asks, panicking a little inside.

“She said she almost made a fool of herself at lunch. Janis was with her.”

“So…”

“Do you think she likes Janis?” Regina gasped, “Like actually, has feelings for her?”

“I mean, it’s a possible explanation as to why she had such a big reaction to something she usually couldn’t care less about.”

“Janis talked to her.” Regina continued, “Janis doesn’t just talk to somebody.”

“She talked to your sister. Someone she knows.” Cady says.

“Not after four years of being practically strangers.” Regina smirks.

“What on Earth are you planning, Regina?” Cady asked nervously.

“Do you think…it’s possible that Janis would go out on a date with y/n?”

“I mean…”

“I’m gonna go talk to y/n. One sec.”

That did not go well, you two ended up yelling at each other and that subject subsequently got dropped. You cried yourself to sleep that night, not because Regina yelled at you, but because you were afraid Regina was right. That she was right about you having a raging crush on Janis. This was what scared you, you didn’t want to admit it because it will make you act more awkward around her. It was as if when she said it, it became real to you. So you freaked out and yelled back at her. Regina screamed back at you, frustrated and you told her to leave you alone so she did.

Fast forward to present day, six months after your first day at North Shore. Things have been okay with you and Regina after like a week, but since then, every time you somehow spent time with Janis(and Damian), you became so hyper aware of your feelings for the girl. And how your cheeks seem to heat up when you saw her, how you could barely look her in the eye when she talked to you. How nervous you felt. It was ridiculous. You felt like a crazy person in her presence. Each school day felt terribly long, and you couldn’t wait to get home every day.

“Okay, y/n. Honestly, you’re being way too stressed out about this.” Regina declared. “Sit down.”

“Like you weren’t this way with Cady.” You shot back. “I remember it, okay?”

“Let me help you.” She continues, unfazed.

“How? You don’t like her, still.”

“Do you have her number?”

“Yes, why?” You eyed her suspiciously.

“I could text her for you. Ask her out?”

“Are you crazy?!” You shrieked.

“Maybe a little.” Regina laughs, amused. “But I can definitely help you out, okay? I get it, you feel insane trying to keep calm. But nothing works— I get that. It’s very frustrating, but once you take that first step, everything just falls into place.”

“You can’t be so sure, Regina.”

“What makes you think that?” She squinted at you.

“She said, and I quote ‘I don’t have siblings so having you to dote on the way I did was great.’ So, Regina…do you still think I have a chance?”

“Yes.” Regina said confidently.

“I can’t— okay? What if I just make an even bigger fool out of myself? What if she rejects me and just cuts me off?”

“Okay, first thing’s first. You need to take some deep breaths and calm the hell down because we didn’t even do anything about the situation yet.” Regina started. “Give me your phone.”

“Must I?”

“Do you want to get your girl or not, y/n?” She spoke through gritted teeth, holding out her hand for you to put your phone in it. You surrendered it to her, “Match my tone, please? That’s all I’m asking.”

“I’m not an amateur, relax, y/n.”

“There. It’s done— didn’t even take her a minute to respond.” Regina smirks, “She asked you where you’d like to hang out.”

“Oka— what?!” You stared at her, stunned, “Really?”

“Yeah— look.” She handed your phone back to you.

“Where do you think—”

“Honey, that’s your choice.” Regina nudged.

You thought about it for a while then decided on just going to the mall. You two could grab a lunch then watch a movie, whatever works best for that day, you guessed.

“Oh, God.” You muttered, “What do I wear?!”

“Oh, you poor thing.” Regina teased, “You just wear whatever you like, be yourself. She’ll love it.”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks.”

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Well, Friday night you stayed up late texting Janis. You weren’t even sure how it started but you guys were nearly three hours into the conversation.

You were this close to tossing your phone across the room after sending her your response with that emoji. But when she replied, your worries went away, and you get sucked back into the conversation quickly enough. Eventually, she tells you to go to bed.

Were you seeing things? Did she just send you a heart?! Nearly squealing, you rolled over, face down in your pillow to muffle the noise. Needless to say, you went to sleep the happiest you’ve felt, probably ever.

Oh, and…

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💭A/N:

Uh so…part 2?

(Yes I gave Janis a Hawaiian name)

[thesoftestmess]

this might not be canon, but personally i need furina to struggle a whole lot longer and harder with post-prophecy depression and mental illness. She's played the same tiring and painful act for five centuries, was constantly in a life or death scenario and had to hide her true self from the world the entire time and she won't just recover in a few years from that.

There's parts of her that will never ever be compatible with a simple human lifestyle, and parts of her that are irreparably broken. She isn't sure of her personality after everything that happened and the lie she had to live. She slips between personas and her archon temperament comes through like a defensive mechanism at any sign of conflict or trouble.

She's plagued by nightmares. Of the flood, of the trial, of the people closest to her conspiring against her behind her back, and of being found out in a million terrible ways. Of saying the wrong thing, making a wrong decision. Of being found out, of being found out, of being found out.

Lying or keeping a secret feels existential still. Being honest still feels life threatening sometimes. Putting herself first feels like putting both hands on a hot stove.

She doesn't live in the palais anymore, doesn't have to sit through trials anymore, but her heart and soul are still there. In her dreams she's still at the place she spent her entire life's memories at.

Yes, she can make new memories, but it'll take time. More time than she has, maybe, now that she's the closest to being human she'll ever be.

She'll never be human in the way the people around her are.

What sort of human has 500 years worth of memories after all? What human tells personal anecdotes and mixes up their centuries?

What sort of human can feel the absence of their divinity like it's a physical thing? A voice that will never speak to her again, or keep her alive? What human has no family, no childhood?

What human remembers so little, but still remembers death somewhere deep within?

She jerks out of sleep from it sometimes, gasping for air, and spends the rest of the night awake, almost frozen by fear. The flood is over, but it's hard to convince her racing heart that the danger is too.

Humans have entire family trees that go generations back, but Furina was put into this world a solitary creature, her blood heavy with sin ever since she turned human.

She owns a hydro vision now and doesn't know how to yield it, but the ocean still calls out to her some days. Sea creatures flock to her like they can smell she's not human enough.

She learns how to make little hydro companions for herself, so the darkness and emptiness of her apartment feels less ominous when she lies awake at night.

She can't turn her vision into a weapon quite yet, but when it rains the droplets seem to cling to her. She's watched them roll upwards along her arm, watched them gather in her palm like kin. She wonders if sea creatures flock to neuvillette in a similar way, or if his immense power makes them recoil. She wonders if elemental dragons can feel regret. Wonders if he, too, ever feels entirely foreign in that human body he was given. If he, too, lies awake trying to grasp faint memories of a past life.

She's extremely human in the way she's plagued by body pains from not being able to relax just one day in five centuries. The years catch up with her once she gets out of survival mode, and fatigue is a constant companion now. Sleep comes difficultly and getting out of bed was easier when the fate of a whole nation depended on it. On her. She's never lived for just herself before and some days she's not sure she wants to.

She did her duty and earned her retirement and the story turned out well, all things considered. She still has people by her side, some of them.

Still, she feels raw and tired and overwhelmed by the life lying ahead of her. As a human and as someone who will always be Something Else.

[scribefindegil]

my thoughts on most crossovers are "wow what if all these characters were friends" but I do have a soft spot for the genre of GF crossover art that's "oh, this media has a teenage boy in it? Mabel Pines IS going to have a very earnest one-sided crush on him"

[back2bluesidex]

Tysm!!! 😭

Girl Crush - MYG

Part of my Milestone Drabble Request Game. Find the request here.

Pairing: Husband!Yoongi X Wife!Reader

Theme: Angst, Unrequited love au, arrange marriage au

Wordcount: 1.5k+

Summary: It was and is Min Yoongi, who you fell in love with over the course of charity galas, executive meetings, quarterly gatherings, parties and so on. And he never once looked in your direction. But then again, there are very few people Yoongi really looked at.

Based on Girl Crush by Harry Styles (Cover).

Warnings: unhappy marriage, unrequited love, yoongi loves someone else. this is very painful.

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: I had this idea sitting on my head for a long time now. Thanks to @jimintaemin for requesting this and giving me a chance of writing this. This is very angsty just as you wanted. Hope you like this. Hit me back with your feedback!:)

“I've got a girl crush… Hate to admit it but I’ve got a heart rush… It ain’t slowin' down”

“I assume you already know that this is a marriage of convenience, a negotiation between two companies. And I hope you will not expect anything from me. As long as it’s about responsibilities, I am okay with those. But don’t expect anything more.” Min Yoongi had said, cold and stoic, as if not conversing but stating some flat facts related to stock prices. 

He was not wrong. Whatever he had said are indeed facts and there was nothing you didn’t already know.

So you stood there, standing as still as a porcelain doll, ready to fall and break at any given moment. 

“And just so you know… I have someone.” he finished, diverting his eyes from you even though he never really looked at you properly. 

Although you were glad that he didn’t. You were more than happy that he didn’t witness tears rolling down your face, gathering below your chin and dropping down at the immaculate fabric of your wedding gown. 

Do tears leave stains? You hoped that was not the case. 

It’s not that you pictured a fairytale married life for you. You know arranged marriages come with more cons than pros. You knew you would have to pay the price.. but at the same time you had no choice. You were even more reluctant to do anything because it was him. 

It was and is Min Yoongi, who you fell in love with over the course of charity galas, executive meetings, quarterly gatherings, parties and so on. And he never once looked in your direction. But then again, there are very few people Yoongi really looked at. 

It was foolish for you to expect a man of his stature would not have someone to love, to be loved by. And it was even more foolish for you to think, you can be his wife, a real one.. and lead a life with him. 

However, now you know it’s impossible. And the realization made you feel helpless, caged and broken. 

“I won’t expect anything, I promise, but in return… Can we at least be friends? It will make things easy for both of us.” you’d uttered upon managing your voice and emotions. 

Only then he looked at you, like really looking at you with a small smile playing on his lips, he’d said “sure.”  

That was the moment you realized you had a girl crush. And it was the woman who managed to make Yoongi, your husband, fall in love. 

“I got it real bad.. Want everything she has That smile and that midnight laugh.. She's giving you now.” 

You thought, you would be angry. You thought every possible darkness would cover your senses, when you’d meet her for the first time. 

But wrong… you were. 

You had so many prejudices about this woman and you hated her with every drop of blood your body owns but all of it evaporated in thin air when she smiled at you standing right at your and yoongi’s door. 

She is beautiful, she is kind, she is loveable… and maybe everything else you can’t ever be. 

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I never thought I was going to see Yoongi ever again.” she’d murmured as she stood close to you in the kitchen, preparing dinner for you three. 

You had stared into her eyes then.. Trying to find mockery and a hint of brazen victory telling you, “you’re only his paper wife. I own his heart.” 

But again.. Again you were disappointed. 

In her eyes, there was no mockery, no pretense, no dishonesty.. Rather only understanding and kindness. Only then you understood why Yoongi loves her so much. 

Why will it never be you and always be her.  

That night as you stood at the balcony, enjoying the stinging sensation cold wind brought to you, you heard them laughing.

It was the first time you heard Min Yoongi laughing. Even though faint and muffled, you could still sense his happiness through the sound. 

Min Yoongi was finally happy... for the first time since the wedding ceremony... and you were not the reason. 

All of a sudden, you were jealous again, even though you were not sure if you had the right or not. 

“I want to taste her lips… Yeah, 'cause they taste like you I want to drown myself… In a bottle of her perfume”

You didn’t know what you were thinking when you invited her to your and Yoongi’s honeymoon. 

Both of your and his parents have been pestering you to set out for the trip. You have been using excessive workload as the excuse and you assumed Yoongi to do the same.

But a week ago, everything went south when Yoongi had a fight with his father. As a result, flights were booked, accommodations were chosen and you two were notified only two days prior. 

That night, Yoongi didn’t come back home. And when he did, he didn’t speak a single word to you. 

The visible frown on his forehead and the cold aura that oozed from him, made you want to make him smile, made you invite his lover to the trip secretly.  

She was already there when you two reached and you will never forget Yoongi’s reaction when he realized what was happening. 

The grumpy cold Yoongi broke into gummy smiles and giggles as soon as he saw her. They kissed right in front of your eyes and you silently cried. 

Oh how you wish, you could taste him too. How you wish, he would hold you like that, caress you like that. 

How you wish… he would love you like that. 

“I want her long blond hair… I want her magic touch Yeah, 'cause maybe then… You'd want me just as much”

 “Babe, could you please turn your head a little? Yes.. yes just like that.” 

You watched the man as he clicked photos after photos of the woman he loves, seemingly trying to document her beauty for a long long time.  

You watched her as her long blond hair flowed like a waterfall down her shoulder, wind ruffling it gently making her look even more beautiful. 

“Let’s take a selfie, will you?” she shouted at him and he chuckled. 

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, he said, “you smell so nice.”

You wondered, what she smelled like, what perfume did she use to make Yoongi look this satisfied. You even considered asking her, purchasing a bottle and drowning yourself in one of those if that means Yoongi would love to smell you too, he would curl himself around you late at night. If that means Yoongi would want you, just as much. 

“I don't get no sleep… I don't get no peace Thinking about her.. Under your bed sheets”

“Where are you going?” confusion dripped through Yoongi’s voice. You stopped at your tracks and turned to face him. 

“I will sleep in the other room. You two should have your space. I will send her in as soon as I am there.” you smiled at him, even though your heart bleed invisibly inside your chest at the thought of how they would spend the night together. 

“No, Y/N. We will adjust. You sleep here in the suite.” Yoongi commented, as firm as a verdict, as he stepped towards where you stood. 

“But Yoongi, I am alone, what would I do with all this space?” you sighed. You definitely didn’t want to be left alone at the honeymoon suite, decorated for the newlyweds. You hate it. Totally loathe the decorations. Those giant red hearts had been mocking you since the moment you stepped there. You might tear those to pieces if you were left there alone, raising endless questions regarding such an act. 

“You have done enough. You have done much more than you needed to and I feel like I’m taking advantage of your kindness. So, please… stay here. Enjoy the stay. We will manage.” giving you one of his tight lipped smiles, Yoongi slipped out of the room to spend the night with his lover. 

That night when you slid inside the covers, which smelled awfully like him because he took a nap earlier in the evening, you started breaking down. 

Your hopes, your dreams, and your heart all started crumbling right before your eyes. You held the duvet tightly around yourself and pretended it was yoongi wrapped around you, it was Yoongi, whispering sweet things in your ear, it was Yoongi, telling you that he loved you. 

Somewhere you knew, Yoongi is actually doing all these things in real-time but.. Not to you.. Not for you. 

You closed your eyes, tears streamed down your cheeks and wetted the pillow. You imagined your life as her… as your girl crush… as the woman your husband, Min Yoongi, loves. 

“I've got a girl crush… Hate to admit it but I’ve got a heart rush… It ain’t slowin' down”

[lowrezbonuslevel]

Susie's Super Star Repair Service! (coming eventually...?) ft. new side blog, just dropped

"When strangely-familiar stars spark to life across the universe, Susie sees a chance to rescue her father from the byte-sized boundaries of his digital purgatory (and turn a profit, while she's at it). However, her developing plans evince an undesirable yet ultimately inescapable side effect—in piecing together Max Haltmann's soul, Susie will simultaneously restore functionality to the Deus ex Machina, Star Dream: the destructive, numb-hearted computer that has held him and his memories ransom for years.

"Still, no good businesswoman is afraid to take strategic and potentially-catastrophic-on-a-universal-scale risks when majority shares of her dreams are at stake. The biggest glitch in this technological operation, as a matter of fact, has nothing to do with her father, nor the not-even-half-baked Clockwork Star that became his tomb. No…

"The greatest risk is prolonged exposure to the trademark antics of a beguiling wizard extraordinaire (which roughly translates from Magolorese to 'least agreeable person in existence'). Susie knows he can't be trusted—but his understanding of ancient technology can't be beat and his long-suffering Starcutter can't be outpaced. If only she and her insufferable 'captain' can follow their begrudging agreement to the letter… maybe they'll both come out of this with only minor injuries and moderate insanity.

"The bottom line: it'll take patience, prowess, and persuasion for Executive President Susie Haltmann, the universe's greatest powerhouse of pink-haired persistence, to finally make her dreams reality—and with everything between a shrouded suitor, a cosmic jester, secret keepsakes, long-forgotten promises, clandestine coronal plots, and Star Dream itself threatening to send her off course… it might take just a little bit of magic, too."

some cover thumbnails. still not sure which one i'm going with, if any. but i did like the top middle so i gave it some values. (i wanted to incorporate magolor since he's unfortunately an important character, and the lor and star dream/haltmann of course... and, yup, that's it. nobody else along for the ride. no murderous stowaways or anything.)

this might be the last post about my fic on this blog (unless i make some particularly banger art based on it or something), so if this interests you, check out my other blog, dedicated to this and any future fanfic endeavors, fresh off the Gryll (btw that was a Kirby joke, based on the Kirby video game series, very few will get this!!!). and feel free to send in asks i suppose? i will try not to spoil TOO much

[alvindraperzzz]

People are allowed to read a character however they want, and playing with aus and different interpretations is fun, but I’ve never really understood the fandom’s insistence that Cassie is comphet because it’s so antithetical to how I read her. 

You think Cassie spent years pressuring herself to hide her real feelings and live up to some nebulous feminine ideal even as it made her miserable?

Cassie Sandsmark. Cassie, who declared herself Wonder Girl and outright asked the king of the gods for powers? The same Cassie who couldn’t keep her identity secret for five minutes at a time without blabbing to someone? Cassie, who couldn’t stand the makeover plan she came up with so she ripped the wig off and confessed the whole thing to her crush almost immediately? Cassie, who constantly puts her foot in her mouth, pushes people, and can’t leave well enough alone because she’s so focused on what she thinks is right?

The reason the “Cassie is comphet” headcanon never made sense to me is because it just doesn’t fit her canon character. She's headstrong, sincere, and generally isn’t afraid to go after what she wants. She can’t help but be herself, and any attempt to purposely be something or someone she isn’t doesn’t last long.

Also…. do you really believe Cassie Sandsmark, protege of Diana of Themyscira and honorary Amazon, thinks she has to pretend to be straight? Come on now.

[literallymikewheeler]

tell me why the fuck my first kiss was the fucking byler fanfic "undertow" ACTION. FOR. ACTION.

[billdenbrough]

cannot possibly express enough how strange this one is. ok. @naturecalls111 prompted me (technically for microfic monday, but it was quickly determined to be untenable) kevaaron + frogs. there was an additional, informal element to the prompt she wanted that rocketed it from 488w (already egregious) to 1.6k (don't look at me), but i'm already wrestling with my psyche enough abt this one lmao. we'll leave that part to be a surprise so i don't have to think about it anymore HAHA. i guess. anyway. kevaaron + frogs, for mina.

“This is your fault,” Aaron says.

Kevin is affronted. “How could this be my fault!”

“Nobody cares enough about what I do to curse me,” Aaron points out, huffy. As huffy as a frog can be, anyway. “But you? Absolutely. You’re also really annoying.”

Kevin sulks.

“How sure are you?” Neil asks, following Nicky into the room. “I mean. Frogs?”

Nicky gives him an incredulous look, then snatches Kevin off the desk. Kevin makes the world’s most indignant croak, which everyone rudely ignores, except Aaron, who rolls his eyes.

“He has a queen mark,” Nicky exclaims, brandishing Kevin at Neil. “What kind of frog has a tattoo?”

Neil stares at it, then sighs. “Okay. Sure. Why not. So it’s Kevin. How do you know it’s Aaron with him?”

“Kevin wouldn’t leave without him, so it had to be one of us,” Nicky explains. Kevin thinks this is an optimistic reading of his character. “Which already probably meant Aaron, but I’ve confirmed he’s the only one also missing. So.”

“How did this happen?” Neil muses, sitting down on Kevin’s bed. His bed is right there. Kevin strongly considers kicking him. Except he doesn’t have the right feet.

Almost immediately after he has that thought, his mouth opens—without his express permission—and his tongue goes flying, a projectile aimed right at Neil’s face.

Neil barely manages to dodge, throwing up his arms and falling backwards quickly enough that Kevin’s tongue narrowly misses his skin. (Thank God.) 

Nicky squawks, dropping Kevin, who thankfully lands on the desk. Aaron is watching Neil with interest. And Kevin—

Kevin is just pleased his aim and ability to forcibly correct Neil’s behaviour is still intact.

“Oh, gross,” Nicky complains. Neil looks relatively unruffled, though he shoots Kevin a slight glare before moving to his own bed. Thank you.

“Yep, that’s Kevin,” Neil mutters. “I wonder how Aaron got wrapped up in this.”

Nicky cocks his head.

“Assuming turning people into frogs is a real thing—which, okay, yeah—then I have to assume it doesn’t happen randomly,” Neil says. “And as annoying as Aaron can be—” Aaron rolls his eyes. Again. “—It’s gotta be Kevin, right? The reason?”

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense,” Nicky says immediately. Which is so rude.

“Maybe they were together?” Neil muses aloud.

“Or it’s like a fairytale,” Nicky says. At Neil’s confused—and slightly judgemental—look, he elaborates, “You know, like, The Frog Prince! Or The Frog Princess! Or—that movie coming out, the Princess and the Frog!”

“This is too many frogs,” Neil mutters, but looks attentive. “So what’s the common theme? Other than frogs.”

“You know, normal fairytale stuff,” Nicky says, waving his hands through the air. On the desk beside Kevin, Aaron has gone still. It’s weird that Kevin can tell—it’s not like Aaron was especially mobile in the moments prior, after all—but paying attention to Aaron isn’t that big of a surprise, these days. “True love’s kiss, all that.”

Neil goes still too.

Aaron is looking at Kevin, gaze watchful, eyes intent.

Kevin looks away. Unfortunately, this means he’s looking at Neil, who is observing him with a calculating expression. At least Neil can’t expect a response, Kevin thinks. Small victories.

“Well,” Neil says. Kevin assumes he’s talking to Nicky—as strange as Neil is, conversing with a frog is probably out of even his realm of behaviour—but he’s still looking at Kevin. Ugh. “That might explain it.”

“Huh?” Nicky asks.

Kevin cannot look at Neil anymore.

Aaron is still looking at him.

“Neil frequently has bad ideas,” Kevin says, a pre-emptive defence.

“I don’t disagree,” Aaron says. It’s fucking weird. He’s a frog. Green and disproportionate legs—maybe he should try keep those when they get back to normal, Kevin thinks, suddenly daydreaming of a genuinely tall defence line; and then his thoughts shift a little to the left, Aaron’s knobbly knees but now they’re green and his calves are endless, pressing against Kevin, and wow, okay, Kevin is shelving that one before he gets too anatomically-confused, what the fuck—but still so Aaron. It still feels the same, him looking at Kevin, and now there’s something in Kevin’s throat to swallow past. He’s not even sure if he still has a throat, technically.

Neil and Nicky are still talking in the background, a buzzing noise that Kevin can’t focus on.

“Fairytales aren’t real,” Kevin says.

“We are frogs,” Aaron enunciates. Which is a reasonable counterpoint.

“This is ridiculous,” Kevin mutters.

“Kevin,” Aaron says. This is going to do something insane to Kevin’s dreams, he thinks, dismayed. Aaron croaking his name, and it being completely understandable. Life is so hard.

“Ugh,” Kevin says. His tongue goes flying past, apparently the frog equivalent of throwing one’s arms up in exasperation.

Aaron watches it go past, then looks at Kevin. If they were normal, he thinks Aaron’s eyebrow would be raised, or face tilted to the side, or something to that effect. People don’t think of either twin as especially expressive, but Kevin knows Aaron’s face, has mapped all its mountains and shifting planes. He misses it, suddenly, fiercely. More than the consistent pulse of exasperation and disbelief at their situation, the underlying desire to get back to normal. It’s an active, immediate thing: he wants to see Aaron’s face again, a deep-seated ache.

“Careful,” Aaron says. “If you keep throwing that tongue around, I won’t let you put it in my mouth.”

Kevin chokes. His tongue tangles itself on the way back into his mouth, his eyes bulge, and he makes a sputtering noise. Neil and Nicky don’t even pause their discussion.

If there’s a way for a frog to look calm in the wake of their friend (?)—also a frog—almost dying in response to an implication of flirtation, Aaron does.

“Aaron,” Kevin wheezes, once he’s got his tongue safely back inside his mouth and has reminded himself how to be a person.

“Kevin,” Aaron returns. He sounds so calm. So sure. And Kevin still knows him, down to his bones, but in this body, he can’t figure out his tells as easily. He can’t watch the movement of his knee, the furrow of his brows, the curling of his fingers into a fist. There’s no jaw to tighten, no hair to run his hands through, and while he still has eyes, they’re not ones that Kevin has memorised the way they soften.

“Is that a joke?” Kevin asks.

“We’re frogs,” Aaron reminds him. “We’re already the joke.” Before Kevin can decide how he feels about that, Aaron says, “Kissing you? Sure. Why not. Worth a shot.”

“Why not,” Kevin echoes. “Worth a shot.”

Aaron looks at him again. Kevin thinks maybe this is what it looks like for a frog’s eyes to soften, but who knows? Maybe he’s just looking for what he wants to see.

God, this whole thing is fucking ridiculous, but maybe the most unsettling part has been realising how much he misses seeing Aaron’s face. He’s gone longer without seeing it, obviously, it’s just—he’s never had to look at Aaron without it being Aaron. He can’t explain it better than that.

“Maybe I wouldn’t mind,” Aaron says suddenly, “if it were a fairytale.”

Kevin blinks. (Oh, that was weird.) He thinks that over.

“Oh,” he says, then smiles. He thinks he smiles. He’s not really sure what his mouth is doing. It’s unnervingly large in relation to the rest of his body.

“Oh,” Aaron echoes, but he hops closer. One hop. Two. His legs are very strong, Kevin notes, but then he stops thinking about it, because Aaron is really close.

Kevin cannot believe he’s maybe—probably—almost certainly—about to kiss Aaron for the first time. And they’re fucking frogs.

Kevin hops that last step, moving in closer.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” Aaron says, rolling his eyes again. Kevin has never seen a frog do that before, though jury’s out as to whether that’s because normal frogs can’t, or because Aaron Minyard brings a level of exasperation previously unknown amongst the species.

Kevin leans in, and kisses him. It’s the weirdest sensation he’s ever had—their bodies are approximately 30% mouth right now, which is a lot to deal with—but then Aaron’s mouth is open a little, and Kevin’s weird, powerful tongue darts in and tangles with Aaron’s.

This is fucking insane, Kevin thinks, and then there’s a sudden whoosh of air through the room, and suddenly the desk crashes and he and Aaron are sprawled across each other on the floor.

Human.

And naked.

“Oh my god,” Nicky says. “You’re back!” And then, tilting his head at Kevin, “And naked.”

“We’re leaving,” Neil announces, grabbing Nicky by the elbow and tugging him out of the room. His expression is dismayed. “I don’t want to see you today,” he says over his shoulder, which Kevin would like to apply to Aaron, but probably mostly means him.

Aaron is beneath Kevin, which luckily means his modesty is protected, given his usual hangups (Aaron and Neil often tell Kevin that it’s not that everyone else has hangups, but that Kevin is entirely too open with nudity; Kevin largely ignores this); unfortunately, it does mean Kevin landed on him, and now he’s groaning.

Kevin gets off him, then looks at him. At his face. God. He missed that face.

“Why are you staring at me?” Aaron grumbles.

“After everything that just happened, that’s your question?” Kevin asks, incredulous. Fucking fond, because of course it is.

“Everything else has a root cause of you being annoying,” Aaron says. “This—”

Kevin leans in, cupping Aaron’s jaw with one hand.

Aaron shuts up.

“Take a guess,” Kevin says. His voice is – soft. Too soft to hide behind.

There’s so much going on Aaron’s face, eyes quick, expressive, roving all over Kevin’s, taking him in, figuring him out. Then his expression clears.

“You’re so annoying,” Aaron says, and then he surges up and kisses Kevin.

It’s much better, Kevin thinks, getting to do this as them.

[mickeytheticklee]

MICKEYY YOUR TICKLE FICS ARE SO ADDICTIVE OMG. AND SINCE BOTH OF US ARE IN A RENEÉ RAPP ERA RN?! I BEG IF UR GONNA BE ACTIVE WRITE FOR LER!REGINA AND LEE!Y/N (THAT FIC MADE ME BLUSH SO MUCH😭😭)

I have been summoned for more fics (not rlly I'm bored)

You're like in love with me

Pairing: Ler!Regina George x Lee!Reader

Summary: Regina is randomly in a lee mood while being on her period

Warning: Tickles, mouth tickles, Regina being soft and clingy, my bad writing I should add

An: Anyone who's reading this deserves to be tickled by a mean girl who's secretly a soft lee

You play well to the act of people thinking you're the one obsessed with Regina. Behind closed doors it's another story.

It was a late Friday night. You two were bundled up in her thick sheets, watching cartoons during the night hour. Regina wasn't really into cartoons, she rather watch and disect any Real Housewives series, seeing which Housewife she can relate to. She said yes only for you, only because she had a habit of never saying no to you. She can say no to anyone if they were caught using her stuff, even Gretchen. Yet you ask and all she does is roll her eyes and say fine.

Regina was going to have a night out with her friends, partying and seeing which high school football player she might snatch next. But unexpectedly she started her period, so those plans were immediately thrown out the window. Regina isolates herself on her period, she rather eat spiders than let everyone see her in baggy sweats and no makeup. You knew she looked beautiful even on her rough days, you made sure to text her that whenever her self esteem was declining. Which explains why she'd invite her tonight, being vulnerable enough to snuggle next to her, caressing her hair after buying her chocolates and fixing up a cup of tea.

Regina was resting your head on your lap, her hand fitting perfectly under your shirt for warmth. Your lee demeanor was off so it didn't tickle. Although you wish it did by how pointy her nails were and how close it was pointing your skin. You ignored any tickle thoughts you had for tonight, knowing it wasn't right with Regina physically being in pain from the period cramps. She got up, immediately you were in your overprotective mode, asking if she needed anything or if her cramps were coming back.

“Babe what's wrong? Do you need your heating pad?", You ask, holding her waist in making sure she sits back down. She whines, which is the first. You thought Regina might be groggy from the tea or from the boring cartoons. Thinking it was her becoming tired she gets closer to your face, giving it tiny pecks until she reaches your neck. She straddles your waist, kissing your neck until you give in to the ticklish sensations. You were holding yourself together with how tense your body became. You let out a few respectable snickers, but those quickly turn into giggles by how her fingers started scribbling around your side.

“Babe let go- hehhehhHAHAHAHAHA!!", Even on her period she was strong, trapping you in her arms with side and back scribbles while still kissing your ticklish neck. You push away, not too much since you were secretly loving her tickles. But you needed her to stop so she can focus on resting.

“I'm serious babe you need to get some rest and try not to move so much."

“But I wanna give you tickles.", Regina says, her voice softening. It wasn't rare to see Regina in her clingy side. When she's on her period it's like a different persona overtakes her mean girl complex. Of course she's needy with you now but during these times she wants extra attention and extra love. Both you didn't mind, despite her barely being affectionate the height difference makes the hugs ten times bettee. But you've never seen her this clingy to where she's begging to tickle you.

“You can tickle me once you feel better.", You say but Regina is not listening. She sits her head on your tummy, drawing circles and pouting that she couldn't tickle you. She felt every twitch on your stomach towards every circle and star drawing she was making. You were holding back your laughter hard, inches close to just freely laughing and her taking the lead of all the tickles. But again, this night was about Regina, not you.

Yet her hand makes it away under your shirt, being sneaky and having her finger in your bellybutton. This time you did laugh, kicking your feet a bit and not making any sudden movement to your upper body. Regina may have been facing the TV but you can feel her smirking at you.

“Your belly is so warm, like a heating pad.", Regina says, continue to rest her head on it, the little hairs that sticks out tickling your stomach. Her hair was in a messy bun, probably even messier as she's been laying down the past few hours.

“Babe, why do you wanna tickle me so bad?", You say, trying to stop Regina's hands from creeping up on your sides again.

“Can't I reward my girl for taking such good care of me?", She looks at you with the up most smile. A natural adorable smile, not the fake smile she uses whenever she's with the plastics.

“You can't wait until tomorrow where you'll feel better?", You say, pouting back.

She sits back up, getting centimeters close to your face. You can feel the pink rush thru your cheeks over the intense moment. She was hating that I was denying her tickling me and had to use her flirting skills to the test. “You know what I'm craving right now? A delicious tummy with a side of ribs and raspberries. May even want your toes too. Now, care to be a good darling and lift up your shirt for me?", Regina's voice so hypnotizing you do exactly what she says. You slowly lift up your shirt, giving her access to a range of spots that she immediately puts her lips on.

“Be careful with the RIBS HAHAHAHAHAH!!", You laugh, but not too loudly, it's mostly squeaky laughter over the mixture of soft tickling and evil teases. She was nibbling at your ribs, not too hard, Regina isn't the type to be extremely hard to your spots. You were laughing, not necessary caring about the volume of the TV. You weren't squirming that excessively, you were afraid it bothered Regina by how uncontrollable your body was when being tickled. She then squeezed your tummy like a stress ball, making you scream with laughter and your legs kicking up in the air in a cartoonish way.

“HAHAGAGAHAHHAHHA!!"

You stopped to look at her, feeling bad for the extra kicking that shook the bed. “Sorry.", You apologize but Regina lays on her side, admiring your ticklish self.

“Its okay baby you don't have to apologize, it's cute what my tickling can do to you.", Regina says, stroking your hand. She brings her closer, still tickling your tummy while trying to figure out the plot for whatever cartoon you two are watching. You both weren't focusing, Regina was busy from watching you turn into putty from all the tummy tickles. You were too ticklish to focus on how the show might end.

“I think- I think heheghhehehe...", You keep trying to form a thought but the tickles keep fogging your mind. You were speaking in giggles as Regina nods, thinking she understands what you're saying. Acting like she wasn't scribbling all over your tummy and poking your ribs.

“Yea? So what happened next?", Regina asks, interested in what you were giggling out. When it was over and you finally had a thought about the show she surely again was tickling your tummy, squishing it like a stress ball almost. Like those ASMR slime videos. Your legs kicked back up in the air with screeches filling up the bedroom walls. Once the squishy tickles were finished your legs return back down, but once back up again as she continues them to tease you.

“This is so satisfying, I can feel my cramps going away.", You however might gain cramps for the amount of laughing done. She stops again, calming you down with pecks and tummy rubs. You kiss her, thanking her for the unpredictable tickles that came of tonight. You bring her back to the covers, bringing her back to your chest so she can sleep, even if you were the exhausted one from the tickling.

“Gosh, you're like in love with me aren't you?"

“Shut up."

[idontplaytrack]

Rejanis fic please

Regina and Janis have been flirting for fun but what happens when Regina realizes she truly has feelings for Janis? Can she work past her internalized homophobia? Janis’ kind words are stuck on loop in Regina’s brain along with fantasies of what could be…

Janis has always loved Regina but what happens when Regina finally feels the same?

(Silly idea I got while listening to that song but I don’t have motivation to write lol)

✧ Nothing can capture the sting

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Coarse language, angst, internalised homophobia, anxiety & panic descriptions

“And then, she came up to my knees. Begging, baby, would you please? Do the things you said you'd do to me, to me.”

Falling flat on her back onto the soft mattress, Janis tries to catch her breath all while hearing the heavy breathing coming from the blonde beside her. Her head was still spinning a little as she comes down from her high. She knew what she was doing wasn’t right, but it was what it was agreed on with Regina. It would just be sex, no strings attached. Well, that an the occasional flirty greetings and remarks that made Janis’ heart flutter. She must admit, it was hard not to be enjoying those sweet words, and the pleasure. So to not complicate things for herself, Janis leaves right after was dressed and no longer out of breath. It was a routine by now, after three months of this…craziness?

“Hey.” Regina swats Janis on the arm lightly to get her attention, “I know you wanna leave, but would you want to stay for dinner this time?”

Janis thought hard about her question. Something seemingly so simple, but could have dire consequences— well, not in the blonde’s opinions right now, that’s for sure. Janis knew not to get attached, but that was her brain. Would her heart be able to hold back? Janis wasn’t sure. She really wasn’t sure. The blonde truly was her weakness.

“Sure.” Janis agreed, adding on, “If you want me to.”

Regina hums and shrugs, getting up to get dressed. Janis follows suit, feeling the idea of still laying naked in her sworn enemy’s bed to be a terrible, embarrassing one.

Janis’ decision to stay for dinner, weighed on her, even long after she’d gotten home. She couldn’t help but feel like she’s made a grave mistake that would lead her down a slippery road of shame and disappointment. ‘Why the hell did she ask me to stay for dinner?’ Janis thought to herself, picking at her chipped nails. ‘She doesn’t like me. That’s not what we’ve agreed on. The only thing we’d agreed on was the physical…relief.’

Janis laid in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling while her mind was racing. So was her heart, and not in a good way. She was feeling the air gradually leaving her lungs, her ribs felt constricted, a naturally bodily function suddenly became a challenge to win. To get.

“Fuck…” Janis groaned, lightly tapping her fists against her forehead while her eyes screwed shut. “What did I do to my life? Why do I care so much? She doesn’t. You literally stumbled out of bed and straight to the dining room— there was no afterc—”

Regina sat on her bed, arms crossed staring into space as she recalled tonight’s events. Janis came over like clockwork, they made out, they fucked. Whatever they uttered in the heat of the moment was as good as forgotten every time afterwards. But tonight, Regina couldn’t do that. Those pet names, those noises of pleasure and approval that spilled out of the brunette’s mouth. She couldn’t stop hearing them in her head, she couldn’t stop seeing that blissed out expression in her head. She was trying so hard to get sleepy and turn in for the night so she could stop thinking about all of that, or just…stop thinking. But, nothing worked. Janis was all that she could think about. All that she wanted.

‘Wait a minute— no—’ Regina’s eyes went wide, ‘No, I do n— I don’t like her— I can’t possibly like her like that.’

Her mind continues to drift, thinking about how things were like between her and Janis, when they were kids, how they used to play together all the time, talk about everything, laugh about everything together. They were inseparable. But things were so easy, now…they’re older, and by their own choices and otherwise, they were now so troubled, by so much.

~~~~~

“Here, got you your favourite coffee on my way to school.” Regina grins, handing the shorter girl the paper cup and kissing her on the cheek. Janis mirrors her smile, “Aww, thanks, G.” She takes a sip, eyes meeting the blonde’s piercing blue ones as she turned to face her.

Regina’s heart melts at the thought.

~~~~~

“What are you doing?” Regina asks, shutting the door to Janis’ garage.

“Oh, just a little something. For you.” Janis answered.

“Hm.” Regina walks over, curious, “For me, you say?”

“Yep.” Janis confirmed with a nod as Regina sat down on the floor with her.

“Well, that’s beautiful.” Regina’s lips tugged into a smile at the sight of the artwork.

Janis chuckles, “You were the inspiration.”

“Me?” Regina asks, taken aback.

“Yeah, look. This sand and ocean. The shades of the colours are your eyes, your hair, your skin, your favourite colours go into the details.”

~~~~~

“Pause, go back— what did you just say, Regina?” Damian asks, staring at her.

“What? Was I not clear enough?”

“You were, I just wanted to be sure I heard it right.” Damian clutched his chest, “You asked Janis to marry you, and she said yes?”

Regina nodded, trying to hide a smile.

“She said yes!? Oh, I am so happy for you two.”

Thinking about what her life could be like, killed her. She didn’t know what to do with herself. Could she just go and talk to her? What if Janis pushes her away?

~~~~~

“Janis, are you still up?” Her mom knocks on the garage door, “Go to bed soon, alright? You have school tomorrow.”

“I will, Mama. Good night.” She answers in her usual tone, masking her true feelings, she didn’t want her mother to worry.

Turning off the music on her phone, she plugs it in for it to charge, then she faced the other way, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep— thankfully.

But, she barely got a few hours of sleep, seeing as she woke up earlier than usual the next morning.

First person she saw when she got to school was Damian, per usual. Then while she was at her locker, Regina arrives with Gretchen and Karen. Nowadays, the blonde would shoot a smirk or a barely noticeable smile her way. Well, today was clearly the exception because the blonde looked at her, and looked away, frustrated or worse— annoyed. ‘What’d I do? Oh God, I knew I shouldn’t have stayed for dinner.’

“I know you’re tired and all, but we gotta get going for class.” Damian tapped her shoulder, “Hello? Earth to Janis.”

She jumped, slightly startled, “Yeah— yeah. Let’s go.”

As they sat in American Literature class, Janis paid zero attention to Mr. Rapp who was in front of the classroom. Really, she had no idea what the guy was even saying. She sees Cady’s face though, since the redhead had turned around. Janis blinks profusely, snapping out of her trance. “Huh?”

“Are you alright?”

“Sure.” Janis shrugged, noticing the worksheet on her desk. She grabs a pen from her backpack and stared at the sheet, trying her best to complete it.

Cady left it at that, but Damian certainly did not. Once this class let out, he pressed her for answers.

“There’s literally nothing to tell.” Janis sighs.

“Oh, sure.” The guy scoffs.

Janis nearly growled at him, wanting him to leave her alone. She was feeling a whole lot of different emotions, sure. But she had nothing to tell him, she couldn’t make sense of anything.

————

As the final bell of the day thrilled, Janis grabbed her backpack and scurried out of class, through the halls and out the doors— almost. She gets stopped by someone.

“What’s the rush?”

Her body stiffens. It was Regina. Shit.

“Regina.” She swallows a painfully awkward laugh, “What’s up?”

“You wanna come over today?” She asked.

What?

“No?”

“No?” Regina asked back, kinda scoffing, “Alright.”

“What’s your problem?” Janis snapped without thinking, clutching onto the strap of her JanSport backpack.

“Nothing. Just wanted to ask.” Regina quirked a brow at the girl.

“Yeah, no.” Janis exhales harshly, “I gotta go.”

Janis took hurried steps away from Regina, but barely a few feet later, she feels her wrist getting grabbed, “Janis, wait— are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just busy.” She reflexively lied, she’d never tell anyone about it, especially not this person. “Regina, let go. I have to get home.”

Regina lets go off Janis’ wrist, allowing her to leave.

‘Why would she ask me that?’

‘She shouldn’t be asking me that.’

Janis got home and went straight to bed, laying face down into the mattress. She gets a text, so she checks her phone.

Janis threw her phone aside and just slept, she couldn’t face this problem. Not now, maybe not ever.

“Reggie, let’s go! It’ll be fun!” A young 9-year old Janis tugs on her best friend’s arm.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go to the playground.”

~~~~~

Regina and Janis went around their neighbourhood together, dressed in their matching Halloween costumes, trick or treating.

Angel and devil.

That night, they got more candy than they ever did before and ate so much they were up nearly all night, giggling and chatting away. Their stomachs hurt a little from all the sugar, but it was one of the best fun they had.

~~~~~

Janis sat on a swing alone, it was recess. Kindergarten. She didn’t really like most kids, not many of them liked what she liked. She also didn’t particularly enjoy chatting with other kids.

“Hello.” She hears, not thinking the other person was talking to her, she doesn’t respond. But then she feels a tap on her shoulder. A little startled, she turned her head to check who it was, coming face to face with a blonde girl on the next swing. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Janis.” She answered.

“Hi, Janis.” The blonde smiled cheerily, “I’m Regina.”

From that point on, they were doing everything together— attached at the hip, it seemed.

Until they didn’t. Things all went to crap that one fateful day in middle school.

Janis hated that memory, of the kiss, the name-calling, the finger-pointing, mocking and laughter. It could all ring through her mind at any given time, even if she just looked at the blonde sometimes. The effect those events had on her was insane, it made her who she was today. It wasn’t who she wants to be. Not at all.

~~~~~

Turning over to face the other way, she stared at this art piece that was hanging on her wall. Bright, colourful flowers on the grass, backed by a gloomy sky. A painful lump forms in her throat at that sight. She painted that one because of Regina, what happened with Regina. She had a love-hate relationship with that piece of hers. Closing her eyes, the artist’s mind wanders once again.

The blonde’s hands trailed down her front, grabbing her tits when they stopped on them, her hips rutting against Janis’ in a steady rhythm. Over and over and over. Janis breathed raggedly, biting down on her lower lip to keep from making any noise. Regina stares right into her eyes, “Why so quiet?” She smirked, Janis feels another rush of heat pool in between her thighs.

~~~~~

“Let me hear how good I’m making you feel, Jan. I want to hear all of it.” Regina purrs as her two fingers slide down Janis’ slit, teasing her entrance, “Now.”

Two fingers pushed into her tightening hole, Janis cried out, shakily, “Fuck! Fuck…fuck me. Oh, shit—”

“Good girl.”

~~~~~

“We might not like each other, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some good sex, y’know?”

“What the hell are you saying?”

“What I’m saying…is that we…can work something out. Like, fuck if we need to fuck, nothing else.”

~~~~~

As her tongue flicks at the sensitive bundle of nerves, Janis feels the blondes perfectly done nails dig into her scalp. “Shit, shit— so close—” Her voice shrill and whiny, driving Janis nuts, going faster— devouring the girl beneath her.

“Oh, fuck!” Regina exclaimed, back arching as Janis pulled her down, closer than before. She climaxes, and Janis savoured every last bit of it.

“You are so damn good at this, what the fuck.” The blonde panted, “Keep going.”

“What?”

“Keep going. I need more.”

~~~~~

Janis trembled beneath Regina’s touch, out of breath as her climax began. Regina showed her no mercy, continually pressing on her g-spot making her whimper and whine.

“Oh, my fucking god— Regina, what the hell is—”

“Let it go, baby.” Regina coaxed, “Let it go, it’s okay.”

“Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck—” Janis babbles, Regina’s just made her squirt for the first time and she was in such surprise.

“That’s so hot.” Regina remarked, squeezing her ass boldly, “Come again.”

Janis squeaked, “What…?”

Regina ran a finger up her folds, making her thighs close in together, “Come again for me.”

~~~~~

“Fuck are you on my mind all the damn time these days? I shouldn’t care this much or feel this much?” Janis mutters to herself as her eyes opened up.

“Why do I keep thinking about you, ‘Imi’ike?” Regina sighs heavily, hand up against the door, she hesitates. Taking in a couple more deep breaths, she knocks on the garage door.

“What?”

“It’s me.”

“Fuck!” Janis cursed, “Why are you here?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“No you don’t, I’m fine. There’s nothing to talk about.”

“I need to talk to you.” Regina bites back a sigh, “Please? I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t need to. You know this, we agreed on that.”

Janis dragged her feet over to the door and unlocked it, Regina opened it up and stepped inside.

“Have you been crying?” Regina notices, concern in her eyes.

Janis purses her lips together, shaking her head.

“You’re lying.” Regina immediately says, “You’ve always been a bad liar. After all these years, you’re still the same. You know I can tell you’re not okay.”

“What’s your point, Regina?” She snarled, “Did you just come over to my house to bully me again? I’ve gotten enough of that, I remember it all.”

Regina nearly flinches, regret now prevalent in her gaze. “I’m sorry, that was really uncalled for.”

“We need to stop this.” Janis quickly responded, “All of it, I can’t do it anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“The meaningless fucking, no strings attached. I don’t want that.” Janis revealed.

“Fine.” Regina answers softly.

“Good, we agree.” Janis’ reply was curt, “I’ve been fucked up over what you’ve been telling me and calling me during those times. I can’t— I like it too much for it all to mean nothing. You, clearly don’t feel the same way.”

“Wha— who says I don’t?”

“You saw me this morning and it wasn’t a very nice look from you. You rolled your eyes at me, like you were annoyed or something. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You’re right, you didn’t.” Regina nodded, “Which is why I had to come here to talk to you. Way before we started this whole thing, I started to feel…different about you, when I look at you. My heart goes crazy, I wasn’t used to that. I didn’t know what it was, then I didn’t want to accept it. So I asked you if we could do what we’ve been doing and then the more time I spent with you, the guiltier I feel because I feel like I’d be hurting you and you do not deserve it. I have put you through so much necessary, nasty shit. And now to hear that you still have feelings for me is insane. I didn’t deserve your forgiveness, I should be the one apologising and I should have done so ages ago.”

Janis stared back into her blue eyes, shell shocked as she processed the words of the girl standing before her. She gulped, the feeling of air being knocked out of her lungs began.

“I’m sorry, I really am, Janis. I’m sorry for everything that I did wrong. You deserve the world. You were the most important person in my life— my best friend and I completely abandoned you. I completely turned against you because I got scared and I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t ready but I knew I couldn’t spend more time with you because I would only hurt you. I’m sorry it took me so many years to come to terms with it. I’m sorry it took me so long to say anything. Janis ‘Imi’ike I am so fucking in love with you.”

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it's new year's eve and estinien is kind of sort of dating someone:

The evening of the party, in her iridescent minidress and artfully applied eyeliner, with glitter glinting between her freckles, she texts Estinien to ask for his ETA. He and Shtola drive, and Shtola’s car will be nearly packed. And is it so bad to want to see him before she sweats off all her makeup? He answers by calling. “Hey, sorry for the wait.” He’s on speaker. The sound of his old truck’s engine drones behind his voice, and both sounds pull a smile from her before she can reply. “That’s okay,” she says, laboring to keep the giddiness out of it. “Hi Aymeric, Hi Luce!” A mismatched chorus of “hi” and “hey, Io” ring through the phone (it’s slightly too many voices, but maybe that’s just bad reverb). And after them, “Vic is here, too.” Oh. No, don’t pause. That’s weird.