#i hate myself as much as the rest of you hate me

[ilvfryends]

Everyone turns to me as my new apprentice dry-heaves the all of nothing left in his stomach. 3 people are slumped in various positions covered in various different colors and break-outs. "I mean bonus points for the variety but hell do you even understand the simplicity of long acting poison?! If you really wanted everyone here dead giving it a couple hours to kick in would be the best way to go about it." I am quite literally the house witch, it is literally my job to understand this and these idiots apparently hate their witches and have zero respect for them.

Some idiot in a grassy green jacket says "well I mean, what did you expect? We all hate each other" everyone else nodding in agreement.

"Honestly I respect all of you more for the blatancy, it's well respected at my home to say it how it is." That stupid girl from Tresstown says from the far side of the table, her pink gown matching her obnoxious voice.

"Oh shut it you Tressian, nobody gives a damn about what you respect, all you people ever do is talk about yourselves"

"Ya like you're any better Alador, all you do all day is pig out and chop off heads for fun"

Gods this is getting old, wouldn't it be fun to just kill them all, nobody likes them anyways. And as previously stated, a lot of them have an affinity for killing people. What if I just... "Well lets clear all this" I magic away the whole dinner "and drink. What are we feeling?" I pull open the hidden bar start lining the table with whatever is called out, ending with myself an expresso martini in hand. "To dirtbags doing the dirty work" which earns me one hell of a glare from Travis, my assigned Lord, before we all drink.

20 minutes later as I'm making round 2 the coughing begins, everyone looks around, specifically at my dear Lord Travis who is the only one not hacking up blood at this point. Eyes roll back, limbs twitch and more bodies end up lying slumped on and off the table. "Oh dear Drame, I never thought you to have the guts."

"In my defence they killed my apprentice, he was actually really good at his job." I hand him the fresh drink before sitting back at his side an apple-raspberry cocktail in mine, "they have heirs so relief will be short-lived."

He takes a long drink before starting "well sh-" and then dropping dead, he was alright, short and sweet worked for him.

""Hey guys, they're all dealt with, the heirs gone yet?""

I hear some screams and slashing before ""mine are done."" Oh so obviously Grace, being excessive as usual. ""Don't worry I'll shower before meeting y'all""

Everyone else confirms, ""welcome to the revolution ladies. Remember, we're meeting at the stones in an hour, let your crows in to clean up before you magic out."

1 hour later

"Lets get out of this hell already" Trish complains the second she appears.

"I swear to the gods if I have to hear anyone say that again I'm leaving you to do the spell on your own. Making a mass portal to the Fey realm is not quick and I've already been here for a half hour longer than the rest of you"

"Bitchy much?" She jokes to the others to which she receives eye rolls, we were all more than glad when she got assigned to the farthest province, sadly we can't leave her; all of us or none of us, that was the deal.

About 10 minutes later it's ready, all 26 of us stand in the circle, me at the center and spreading out by power level, the power is imbued, the words are spoken, and with a flash of light and then a wave of darkness we're pulled through space straight into the Dwarven citadel.

"….Okay, are any of the dishes not poisoned?! Is there anyone at this feast who did not poison anything?!"

[sierrale8ne]

40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS BONUS CHAPTER

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warnings sexual content

kalena speakss 🪽! i hit 1k last night so i figured it would be perfect to give you guys this lil thing. thank you guys so much for all the love since i joined this community, i can’t wait to put out more works for y’all 🥹 THANK YOU AGAIN FOR 1K!

August 2025 — Los Angeles, California

“You’re really about to go have drinks and leave me here? All by myself?” I whine, my head resting on the mirror where I sit on Raye’s bathroom counter.

The last month of being with Maraye has been nothing short of an adventure to say the least. The honeymoon phase was absolutely real, because I honestly think we’ve spent more time with one another than apart. Aside from my last road trip.

Which I believe is the sole reason for my complaining and frowning in front of her right now.

“I’ve had these plans for weeks. I haven’t seen my girls in forever, it’s the first time everyone’s back in LA.” She explains to me, and I get it. I really do, but something about just landing last night and only getting a few kisses before bed makes the fact that she’s going out even more ridiculous in my head.

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen you in forever. Do you just hate me, or what?” I continued. I reach for the belt loop of Raye’s denim skirt, pulling her in between my legs. “Ma, c’mon.”

She has this look on her face that makes it so hard to act upset. Wide eyes and a thin lipped cheeky smile. Concealer dabbed under her eyes, blush on her cheeks, Raye got her lashes done yesterday morning and the fresh set makes her dark rimmed eyes look even more enticing.

My girlfriend is fucking hot. I’ve had the privilege of having my eyes blessed by her since we started dating. But God, even the simplicity of her black top and jean skirt— with the tiniest sliver of skin on her stomach showing and skirt just short enough to bring a lot of dirty thoughts to my imagination— makes the realization stick to me like glue.

“You look good.” I murmur as I trail my hand behind her. It finds a home against her waist at first, but I could only be tempted to drag it lower over her ass. “Real fuckin’ good.”

“I know. Which is why I’m going out.” Raye jeers. She pushes off of me, reaching for her just slightly pink lip gloss. It’s sheer when she swipes it over her plump lips, a nice color contrast to the dark brown of her lip liner.

My fingers tap frustratedly against my knee. “Baby. Jus’ stay wimme, c’mon.” I groan again, hoping that my combination of puppy eyes and the line of my jaw is enough to convince her. I watch the way Raye pats her lips together and I know it’s not on purpose but it sure as hell feels that way.

“You had all day to try to keep me home. You didn’t care until I got all dressed up, P.” She rolls her eyes playfully. Raye shutting off the light and leaving me in the darkness of her bathroom. The sexy scent of her Jimmy Choo perfume briefly puts me in a trance but I get up and follow her anyway.

“That’s ’cause I didn’t expect you to look this…this fucking fine.” My bottom lip can’t help but travel between my teeth as I watch her walk, her boots clicking against the hardwood of her apartment.

“That’s not my problem, babe.”

I scoff. “Don’t go out with ‘em, Raye. You’re telling me we wouldn’t have more fun here?” My voice is suggestive, just enough to make her stutter in her step before slowly pivoting to face me.

She’s processing what to say, and a part of me is begging that she’s going to take her boots off and throw herself at me so I have her as I want for the rest of the night.

Raye struts over to me, pressing her palm against my cheek. We’re nearly at eye level like this, the smell of her hair product wafts up to my nose. I jut my lips out towards her, to be honest I’m not sure I even realized how genuinely needy I was until right then.

“‘M gonna get lipgloss on you.” She sighs.

“On my life, I don’t give a shit.”

It seems enough to get her to give in, enough for Raye to lean in and pull me to her by my tank top, slotting her lips against mine. She tastes like that same faint, sweet, coconut scent of her body wash.

I immediately reach for her hands, lacing her fingers with mine and dragging her other hand down my torso as I deepen the kiss.

She grips the waistband of my shorts, my tongue doesn’t even bother being gentle with the way I shove it between her lips, licking at her tongue in a tangled exchange.

Seemingly, she forgets that she had places to be, which fills me with a sense of pride that sends a rush through me, I think I’ve probably soaked my boxers into nothing by now. Maraye’s phone buzzes in her purse, making her hum in almost…realization.

“They can wait.” I grunt against her lips, our teeth continuing to clash in pure want.

Raye breaks the suction of our mouths, a vulgar popping noise cutting through the soft noise of the TV in the back.

“You can wait.”

“It’s been forever, ma. You gon’ let me go over a week without you? For real?”

A laugh erupts from her mouth, Raye’s thumb brushing under my lip, probably ridding me of any of her now transferred lip product. “There’s food on the stove, don’t touch my AC, and I promise—” the girl pauses, taking the opportunity to sneak a kiss off of me, “— I’ll let you have whatever you want when I get back.”

I can’t do anything more than sigh as I watch her walk away, the sway of her hips and swell of her ass and the light that her kitchen illuminates on those long, brown legs. She picks up her keys and slings her jacket over her arm.

Within seconds she’s gone.

—

When I got to the bar, enveloped in conversation with my girlfriends from college, all it really took was a few shots to get me going. The conversation flowed easily, like we really hadn’t even been apart for as long as we really did. I was having a good time. Which honestly, is surprising considering how much work I’ve been doing for the last handful of months.

The night was calm, the soft noise of 2000’s music pumping through the speakers and the occasional cheers at the expense of tipsy women dancing only a few feet away.

That was until Paige, even as wonderful and perfect as I think she truly is, decided to use my obvious obsession towards her to her advantage.

paige: You doin alright angel?

Yk without your amazing girlfriend and all read 10:38pm

I sip on my margarita, the heat of the alcohol and the almost sudden heat in the pit of my stomach is so strong that they’re one and the same. This is how it starts with her, I’ve learned. Short texts, asking how I am or about my whereabouts. I always find the second question amusing considering she has my location. It’s distracting in a way that makes me forget where I am.

“Oh my God, look at Cass.” My good friend who sits to my left, Nia, points up to my sister. The woman is obviously shit faced, too many drinks taken by this part of the evening. She dances carelessly alongside a few of the other girls.

“I swear she only had a few?” I look shocked, taking a mental note and making sure the only thing Cassie has to drink for the rest of the night is water.

“Multiply that by like, four.”

My ready response is immediately cut off by another text, the blinding light that comes from Paige’s contact makes me roll my eyes.

paige: Read? Wow what position y’all in rn 10:40pm

maraye: oh my god you’re dramatic as hell 😭

i’m fine baby, u? 10:41pm

paige: Nah not rlly

I’m wet as fuck rn just thinking about you

Made a mess on your couch :/ 10:42pm

My breath catches in my throat, coming off as a gasp to Nia. “You okay?”

“Yeah, ‘m fine. Imma head to the bathroom real fast.” I explain, trying my best to mask any possible stutter as I stand up, fixing my skirt. She doesn’t say much, which is a relief to me as I dart off to the bathroom in the back.

This is classic Paige, trying to do anything to get in my head just because she can. And as much as I’d hate to admit that it’s working, it is.

The way she was so straightforward about it, drawing me into the conversation with lighthearted Paige-esque texts only to flip the script into something much more filthy within a matter of minutes.

I lean my back on the singular porcelain sink, gripping my phone in my hands. I reopen our text thread, racking my brain for what to say to her that won’t lead to me making a mess out of my panties.

maraye: paige quit itttt

i literally just got here 10:44pm

paige: I literally don’t care 🤷🏼‍♀️

Can’t get your ass in that skirt outta my head

Got my fingers all sticky and shit 10:45pm

I swear my heartbeat speeds up times fucking ten, my chest heaving like she sucked all the air out of my lungs without even being here.

The picture she just painted in my head makes my knees weak.

Hot and bothered even more than before I left. Paige’s fingers, long and so ridiculously skilled, between her thighs as she got off to me. The thought of her imagining me or looking at pictures of me, it’s so downright dirty that I can’t believe I didn’t indulge in sexting with her before this.

I take a deep inhale, wanting to blink back my thoughts of her coming on my couch, my name off of her lips like a prayer.

paige: 1 Attachment: 1 Video

I think you should come back home 10:47pm

Fumbling with my phone I finally tap the screen and get the video open. It’s pitch black at first, then the view of her lower body fills my whole screen. Paige’s legs spread wide on my couch, a foot propped up on the armrest as she lets out an audible groan.

Her hand tugs up the hem of her wife beater, then her fingers rub circles over her clit. The sound of how wet she is loud, too loud, almost drowning out her moaning. I whine, crossing my legs and shutting my eyes. Maybe if I stopped looking at her I would keep what was left of my sanity.

And then she moans my name, again. My full name. Over and over and fucking over. I can’t help but drag my hand under my skirt, over my panties.

Then she slips three fingers inside, the stretch is obvious but the moan she lets out. Paige curls her fingers inside herself, I watch the camera tremble in response— she’s struggle to hold it still.

Then she’s slamming them in and out, a repetition that makes her almost cry. It sounds like water sloshing on the other side of the phone. Wet. Wet and fucking messy until she comes with a sound that could really only be described as a scream.

maraye: fuck baby 10:50pm

paige: I can’t stop cumming ma

Needa fuck you so bad

Come home 10:50pm

My breathing is ragged, and I know I shouldn’t but I’m considering it heavily. It’s so hard to believe that not even two weeks without her was making me act like this but it was.

maraye: you gotta come get me 10:51pm

paige: Otw read 10:52pm

—

"So, What'd you tell 'em?" I murmur. We sit at a red light, my left hand gripping the steering wheel so hard that even in the late night lighting you can tell how strained they are. But my right hand, trails slowly up Raye's thigh. She didn't fight me, not at all, her legs spreading further in the seat of my Jeep.

I can feel the warmth exuding from her before I even get a chance to press against her cunt.

"Hmm?"

"Your girls. What was your excuse, ma?" I ask again, pressing my foot to the gas pedal as soon as that green light flashes in my face.

My fingers take their time traveling towards her center and the second they do, Raye adjusts in the seat. She pushes her hips up the leather, tipping her head back on the head rest.

"Told 'em you needed a good fuck?" I pull her panties aside, and the second they touch my fingertips I learn that she's fucking soaked. "That you were so fuckin' needy that you had to go home to me, huh?"

The soft sound of PartyNextDoor fills the car alongside the soft hum of pleasure from Raye's lips. My eyes dart down to her, the way she has her eyes glued shut, the heavy rise and fall of her chest. Then I follow the slope of her nose and the tip of her head. The city streetlights make her look like an angel, just glowing.

"Y’were the one begging for me." She groans as I slip my finger inside. The angle puts a slight strain on my wrist but I don't really care. I look back to the road, it's pure luck that the roads tonight are kind of empty.

“It worked tho’ right? Got you just how I want you.” I smirk at the fact, tapping my free hand against the steering wheel.

Raye is so damn warm against me, hugging my middle finger like a vice. "So jus' lemme know. Did you say how wet I make you, that's why you couldn't stay?"

"Oh fuck you." She moans, biting her lip so hard that I think she might draw blood.

“Imma do that, baby. Trust me.” I hum.

Maraye is reactive, if it’s the one thing I’ve noticed about having sex with her, it’s that. Sure the sound of her pussy around my finger is loud but her moans might be louder. Then when I slip in a second finger she lets out a whimper, an almost helpless one.

She tries to steady herself, splaying a hand on my center console but it only does so much. It stabilizes her for a moment until I curl my fingers in that way I know she likes. Her hips jerk up, riding up her skirt in the process.

“You tryna run? I thought you knew better than that, Raye.” I shake my head. I’m lucky we’re on a straight road, it gives me enough time to briefly let my hand leave the wheel to pin her hips down to the seat.

“Y—you’re so good.” She groans, blinking her eyes open. “M’gonna cum.”

I make a swift turn onto her street, racking my brain for all the ways I could turn this woman to putty until the sun came up. “Nah you gonna hold it until we get to yours.” I mutter, dragging my fingers in and out with a fervor. “Then you’re gonna let me fuck you with my cock.”

I watch her jaw fall slack at my words, either in shock or pleasure but regardless it’s addicting. She nods rapidly, whining as I slow my fingers until they’re barely even moving inside her and I finally get a chance to park the car.

“More, baby. Mor—”

“Gonna soak me up the way you’re soaking my seat. Jus’ fuckin’ up my car, huh? You’re gonna give it to me.” I turn my body to face her, gripping her chin so she’s looking at me. My fingers twist inside of her, the squelch of it all catches us both off guard. “Imma stretch you out so wide it hurts. Ruin that pussy, yeah?”

“Yes. God, yes.” Raye nods.

Her eyes roll back, more than enough to make me moan and pull my fingers out. They’re soaked with her arousal, a sheen that drips to my palm. I’m wrapped in the scent of her— sex, perfume, and coconut— a combination that makes me drip down my legs.

“Then let’s go.” I mutter, turning off the car sticking my keys into the pocket of my shorts. My hand comes up to my lips, cleaning them of the mess she had made. “Lemme get you right.”

—

Paige is fucking hot.

Her skin burns under my touch, yes, but it’s everything else too. How her lips chase after mine like I could run away, capturing my bottom lip in her mouth. Her tongue licking past my lips, into my mouth, and onto my tongue.

Our clothes are mostly long gone, my boots and skirt laying somewhere near my front door, and the rest of them occupied random spots across my bedroom floor.

And then that damn harness.

The first time we had sex and she brought up the strap I thought it was all a ploy to turn me on. Don’t get me wrong, it worked, made me cum so hard my legs shook until I fell asleep. But seeing it, seeing the way the dildo hangs from her hips— a long and girthy dark purple— made me drool.

She was blatantly vulgar with it, my cock, the words off her lips so dirty that i’m surprised they turn me on as much as they do. But that’s just Paige, everything she does turns me on.

She tangles her hand behind me to the clasp of my bra which she unclips and forces down my arms. Following that, a slap meets my ass hard. Hard enough that I’m almost positive she left a bruise.

“I been dreaming about this shit, y’know?” She starts. Her teeth nip at my lips, soothing the slight sting with short and soft pecks. “Tearin’ it open, how good that shit would feel.”

I hum against her, letting the blonde push me back against the bed. “That’s what got you so worked up, baby?” I tease. Paige watches me with wide eyes and an even wider mouth as I trail my panties down my legs, they’re soaked from her stunt over the phone and in the car.

“Fuck, Raye, y’ont even know.” She groans.

I watch the way her eyes flutter shut, like she’s imagining it all over again, and her hand travels to the strap. Her hand wraps around it, enough to remind me of how fucking huge her hand is. She strokes it as if it’s an extension of her. There’s a faint buzzing that I hear on the other end, and just knowing she’s getting off too makes this whole thing even more appealing.

“Been thinking about splitting me open, yeah?” I ask as my hands travel up to my chest, gripping my breast before bringing my other hand to my mouth. I’m putting on a show for her licking my fingers and shoving them between my legs, rubbing over my clit. “Make me cum on your cock, baby. Please?” I beg, widening my legs to make room for her.

“Scoot back.” The blonde instructs. And I do. I know better than to work her up some more.

I watch my girlfriend’s spit drip from her mouth and onto the tip as she hovers over me. She spreads it over the silicon before spitting on my cunt too. Paige teases the tip against me and I swear the minute she pushes it inside me, my body heat rises uncontrollably.

“Oh my—shitttt, baby!” I think I feel it in my chest, the pressure that fills me completely. My inner thighs sting as she slides the dildo in to the hilt, letting out a soft gasp that matches my expletive. Paige’s arms cage me in, palms pressed against beside my head as she starts rocking her hips.

I’ve had my fair share of sex and sexual experiences, but this right here, makes everything else I’ve ever done look like child’s play. The stretch is unbelievable. And even if Paige had taken it upon herself to try and prep me with her fingers all this time, they don’t even compare.

It’s so intimate, Paige’s breath fanning against my face and her thin silver chain dangling against me too. Her strokes are slow, and deep. Incredibly deep. She reaches a spot inside of me that hasn’t been tapped before, and she does it fast, almost instantly.

“Talk to me, pretty girl.” She murmurs in my ear. Paige’s hand wraps around my waist, raising my hips just enough to make my eyes water. “Tell me how that pussy feelin’.”

I gasp. “So… so fuckin’ good. Mmmm it’s perfect, baby.”

Paige speeds up, not rapid but just enough that I’m arching my back and throwing my hips down against her. My legs curl around her hips to pull her in deeper.

“Oh shit.” Paige grunts, the vibrator against her cunt coupled with the movement of my hips is stimulating her heavy. “This whatchu needed? Just good dick, yeah? He wasn’t hittin’ it right?”

I dig my nails into her biceps, which are huge from her All-Star break workouts, and shake my head. Her eyes flutter open, lip tucked between her teeth. She looks fucking incredible, Paige’s hair is down for the first time in a while. She’s always pulling it back, but right now with the way it shadows us in a curtain is goddess like.

“Answer me, angel.”

“Uh huh, yes! Fuck yes, I needed it so bad, P.” I moan. Paige only briefly pauses to change her angle, but then she’s right back against me. Skin to fucking skin. She unhooks my leg from around her, pushing it back as far as she could.

Her nose brushes against my own. “You take me so good. Keep suckin’ me up, ma.”

My eyes roll as the coil in my stomach tightens, I don’t think I’ve ever come this fast in my life. The way the strap rakes laboriously into my cunt is toe curling. “Needa cum. Let me, please.” I hiccup. My fingers tangle into her hair, tugging her locks slightly.

“Tell me you love it.”

Those five words are enough to make me fall under a spell. Paige’s voice is laced with fucking drugs, deep and breathy against my mouth.

“I love this shit. Love your cock, baby.” It comes out as almost a cry.

The admission makes Paige smirk and chase after my mouth, locking our lips in a kiss that draws the orgasm out of my body. She moans all high and drawn out into my mouth meshing our tongues messily.

“You wanna cum, Raye?” She stutters. I notice it, obviously. The change in her pitch and the way she slightly trips over her words. She’s close, probably overstimulated from her activities on my couch.

“Please?”

“I want it, baby. Cum for me.”

And I do. Gushing over the silicone almost instantly. Paige helps me ride it out, kissing the corner of my mouth before trailing her lips to my cheek. “Good girl. My perfect girl.” She hums.

She carefully pulls out, trying to be as gentle as she possibly can but I still hiss at the feeling. A whimper leaves my lips at the empty feeling, I miss her inside me already.

Paige flops beside me on the bed, she’s watching me catch my breath. I can feel her eyes on me even though i’m not looking at her. Her eyes like lasers, scanning over me. The blue says everything she’s yet to.

“Just say you wanna go again.”

She laughs at that while throwing her arm over my hip. It rests heavy on my abdomen. I finally turn my head to her, the sweat on her entire body only makes the chain on her neck glisten in the light.

“C’mere.” It comes out as a whimper and I can only assume it’s from the dull stimulation from the vibrator. Paige reaches for my hips, helping me straddle her hips. I happily lean down to her, kissing her perfect pink lips with a smile. “Ride it.”

I take the length in my hand, my release now decorating my palm. I tease my own entrance then sink down on it slowly. The feeling is even more foreign than taking her in missionary.

Before I even get the chance to take every inch my hands fly to her chest, I plant my palms on her for stability.

“Too big?” It’s one of the first times I’m unsure if she’s serious or just teasing. I press my forehead against Paige’s, my chest heaving and breathless moans leaving my mouth.

“N—No. Jus’ full. So full, P. Fuck.” I dart my head into the crook of her neck whining like an animal as she pushes me down her cock. I swear it sits in my stomach.

Her large and veiny hands grip my ass, she starts the pace off slow, using me like a fucking toy. “Y’know I gotchu.” Paige whispers into my ear.

“It’s—mmph— so fuckin’ deep. I can’t, baby.” I moan again, trailing my hand back to her hair as if the blonde locks would ground me.

It’s like Paige’s demeanor shifted within a matter of seconds. She’d been soft all night, at least for the most part, but the way her hand slaps my ass is anything but soft. “One month with me and you can’t take dick no more? What happened, mama? You were talking all that shit—”

I cut her off by getting on my toes and the first grind of my hips shuts her up. Her groan was thick, the kind of gruff sound that made it seem like she was barely hanging on herself. The blonde nips at my collarbone.

Paige watches me like a hawk, her breathing heavy and jaw slightly slack. “M’fucking God, Raye. Ohhh shit— you’re a fuckin’ slut.” She moans. Her body falls deeper into the stack of pillows, leaning back just enough to look over my body. My tits in her face and her strap sliding in and out of my soaked cunt.

“Your s-slut tho’. Right, baby?”

“Yeah. All fucking mine, ride me like a pro.”

The way her eyes snap shut makes me work harder. I bounce on the balls of my feet, any previous inhibitions disappearing as soon as I saw how good it was for her. How her legs trembled under me.

I bite my lip in an attempt to keep quiet, much to Paige’s dismay. She reaches for my bottom lip, untucking it from my mouth and forcing her thumb inside instead. I suck on it instantly, throwing my hips down harder.

“Feels so good, P…” I mumble around her finger. “S’in my stomach.”

“I know, ma. So tight, for me.” She groans. Paige’s hips snap up into mine, instantly ruining any rhythm I had for myself. I scream erupts from my throat, one I didn’t even know I was holding back until she does it again.

Her thumb leaves my mouth, hands gripping my hips, nails digging into the skin. I meet her halfway, matching her thrusts with my grinds. “Gonna cum. Need it, baby. Needa nut in this pussy, fuck.” Paige babbles, her better judgment clouded by the need to get off.

It’s sexy. Her voice frays around the edges, suddenly becoming much more weak than before.

“You love this pussy, right, baby?”

“Mmm. Love it, love this shit. Oh my God.”

There’s only been a few times I’ve gotten to see Paige fall apart. Like fully lose all of her dominance and just lose herself. This is easily one of those times.

“Raye, I’m— fuuckkkk, you feel so good, damn.” She tosses her head back, moan after moan meeting my ears as she finishes. And there’s a part of me, that hopes all the literal inaccuracies dissipate and she does come in me. Deep inside until I’m dripping with it.

That picture makes me work faster. She’s overwhelmed, clawing at my hips but I don’t care. The need to finish myself clouds my brain.

“Ma, hold on. Fuck, hold on.”

“Needa get mine too. Don’t be selfish, P.” I grumble. I sit back on my knees, grinding my hips back and forth. I don’t hold back anything for a single second, moaning and crying out her name. Paige’s hips jerk up, and that jerk pushes me over the edge.

I squirt. Hard.

I think I go blind for a minute, nothing but stars in my vision. Paige clutches my hips, I hear the whimper that comes from her. Getting off on my own orgasm.

When I finally stop, Paige is quick to turn the vibrator off, letting out a breath I didn’t even know she was holding in. She helps me off of her and my legs, that literally feel like jelly, give out immediately. I fall to her side, and the room is filled with a comforting silence.

Paige looks at me, it was caring at first, eyes silently asking me if I was alright. To which I responded with a small nod. Then it shifts. She looks smug.

“What?”

“I took your girl virginity.” She sings, making me roll my eyes.

“I hate you.” I mutter.

“Oh I bet you do.”

[kkyiu]

heart locket.

anton lee x reader

. . . confronting your ex was the last thing you needed amid a cold winter.

genre : angst , ex au

warnings : heartbreak , no use of y/n

wc . . 1.1k

You wonder why you dragged yourself to the park at 3 AM to face your ex-boyfriend, but here you are, revisiting the wounds of your heart just by seeing him again.

The first thing you noticed seeing Anton for the first time in what feels like an eternity, was the silver necklace resting on his collarbone. The heart locket was hidden under his coat, but the intricate detailing of the chain could have you recognize it within a heartbeat.

It had been a year and four months since you two called it quits. You try your hardest to manipulate your mind to think it came to a mutual agreement, though it only aches your heart remembering how he took the initiative. After the breakup, Anton's whereabouts were nonexistent to you considering how he blocked you on everything and you were never close with his friends, so there was no way to find out how he was dealing with the breakup.

Only after several breakdowns and disassociations you went through at the expense of the breakup, you were slowly picking up the pieces of your heart. Anton wasn't occupying your thoughts anymore and you started going out with friends again. It’s safe to say you were happy again, thinking the same for the other party, but only way quicker on his side.

Well, the assumption of him moving on was soon to be proven false when you received a text from an unknown number, revealing it to be your ex, asking to meet.

A giant part of you wants to curse him out for breaking no contact to drag you outside in the cold. But another part of you hated the way you willingly let yourself obey his words.

Nevertheless, there he was right in front of you, dressed neatly in a black wool coat that complimented his tall figure which reminded you how much of a beauty he was.

You two were the only figures spotted in the park that was engulfed in darkness, the only sources of light being the dimly lighted broken street lamps and the illuminating bright moon. The bottom half of your face was buried under your big scarf to shield against the sharp breezes. You kept a safe distance from Anton because if you were any closer to him, you'd certainly let your guard down and take the opportunity just to cup his face once more. The necklace kept stealing your attention considering how intently you kept your eye on it.

The silence was finally broken when he said your name, his voice barely above a whisper. Hearing your name come out of his mouth in such a distant tone felt so foreign. "I'll just get straight to the point." He continued, "I regret every bit of it, I mean breaking up with you. I..I thought it was the right thing. My insecurities were eating me alive, and I kept thinking you deserve so, so much more than what I was offering. I know now that I was the biggest coward to do that," the smoke of his breaths was visible due to the cold while you kept listening. "I'm sorry for shutting out after the breakup and causing you pain."

You exhale a wobbly sigh, flashing him your glossy pair of eyes. Your eyes were already filled to the brim with tears and the sight broke him completely. “Anton…” He cut through your words and unknowingly took a step closer toward you, "I found myself going to every place we went, hoping to catch even a tiny glimpse of you, wishing that I could undo this mess." You just listened and listened, carefully taking in every word he said. Out of habit, Anton reached to the tiny necklace pendant of his for solace and you can’t help but crack a tiny sad smile.

You hadn’t realized how much the space between you two had closed and you swear you could catch snowflakes land on his eyelashes, dissolving within milliseconds. Seeing him this vulnerable made you want to take back all the hatred you had for him leaving.

"Your heart locket.” You finally acknowledge, and you notice his slow blinks in realization. He pursed his lips and undoes his clutch, revealing the silver heart-shaped pendant. He was taken aback that you called it out despite it being hidden under his coat.

He still recalls the day you gifted him it for his birthday early in the relationship. He'd proudly show not just you but everyone around him the small black-and-white photo of you smiling brightly. The necklace witnessed every moment of the relationship. From a full day of laughter on the beach, sharing the first kiss, and stargazing nights to petty quarrels, deafening yells, and a pool of tears during the final night of the relationship.

It was as if every memory he shared with you was captured in that tiny little pendant, and anytime it was open, everything would flood back up. He couldn't bring himself to take off the necklace because then it would mean losing you all over again and he couldn't bear to go through that the second time.

"This was all I had left of you." The locket was again closed in his fist and you could see his knuckles turning red from the biting cold. "I wish you knew that you were all I wanted," now it was your turn to speak, "I wish you knew that you were the only light through my darkest times and I didn't need anything else. So, yes, you sitting me down to say those three words hurt me an amount no words can summarize." You lock eyes with him, tiny apologies flooding in his dark orbs with a frown on his face.

Anton took another step closer, "Please..." he breathed your name once again, prompting you to shake your head, "Anton, no. It's been more than a year and I've moved on. I'm happy now." You say, though your words are unconvincing to him. “I swear I'll love you right this time if you just give me this chance." His soft-spoken voice became unsteady and a single tear ran down his cheek. Overtaken by emotions, Anton let his head wearily drop on your shoulder. You stood there frozen, contemplating what to do with your ex-boyfriend physically relying on your smaller build.

Your heart breaks for him and the least you could do was wrap your hands around his waist, hoping to console him with your touch. Getting carried away, your hand found its way to his hair gradually caressing his soft streaks. His muffled sobs accompanied you as you started to feel your wool coat getting damp.

Although it was truly tempting to drop everything and return to his love, you couldn't. For the sake of both of you, maybe locking up the memories in that heart locket will do nothing but good.

[greensagephase]

Hi, guys

Before you continue reading, I ask that if you disagree with my sentiments mentioned below, you refrain from sending/leaving hateful responses.

I will not tolerate that.

Be mindful.

Be compassionate.

Be respectful.

Be a decent human being.

Today is over a month since I was last here. I'm sorry for disappearing for the entirety of January, but I haven't felt mentally nor spiritually well to be on social media, even tumblr, which is realistically one of the very few apps I use.

I didn't plan on taking this break, which has been (I think) my longest break from this app by far.

I had originally planned to take a few days off to rest after the holidays and looked forward to getting back on the app a few days later, but as the days went on, I found myself with a feeling of impending doom.

I know it's probably not easy to tell through a screen, but I'm the kind of person who tries to remain positive and strong in the midst of hard times. I always try to be uplifting and/or offer comfort as best as I can to myself and those around me; family, friends, and even acquaintances and complete strangers, who strangely feel compelled to share with me the difficulties they are going through sometimes.

However, I've found it difficult to remain positive and strong these past few weeks, but especially the last few days. Some of you may know, or maybe don't, but I'm located in this country: 🇺🇸.

I won't go into detail, but there's a lot going on rn and so much of it has been affecting me emotionally, and it's the reason why I've been trying to avoid social media; to balance my consumption of news/updates. I've found myself throughout the days feeling an array of emotions: sadness, worry, anger, disbelief, disappointment, heartbreak, helplessness, surprise...

Although I've been experiencing pretty much every negative emotion possible, I'm trying to regain my strength, positivity, motivation, and hope. It's much easier said than done, but I'm trying not to let myself sink further into this negative bubble.

I debated taking a few more days off, but I've genuinely missed being here and I also didn't want those of you who care to keep up with my shenanigans to wonder about me and think that I'm abandoning the fandom, or something like that.

I'm still here, very much loving on our fav Spider-Man. I will continue to write -- something I haven't done since my last fic update in December, to be completely honest, but definitely looking forward to doing again -- and share it on here. I'll also try to be more active and catch up on notifications over the next few days at my own pace.

Thank you for reading this update. I hope you guys are doing well and taking care of yourselves.

Pls stay safe out there

Alondra❤️

[sunarots]

taste ━━━ suna rintarou & miya osamu

20. milking a dead cow ♡

cw. x1 snide comment about y/n’s appearance by rubi

For the third time tonight, Rubi makes a snide comment about dating Suna in an attempt to get you to bitch with her. She waits to see if you respond, quickly laughing and lightly hitting his arm. Through her laughs, she says, "I'm kidding!" and taking a sip of her drink. She excuses herself and rises from her seat with her phone gripped tightly in her hands.

You lean back in your seat and let out a heavy sigh, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm just going to say it, boys. This night sucks ass harder than Atsumu." You look between them, catching both agreeing.

"Not that I don't like being in the company of my 'crazy ex', but I'm so close to stabbing myself in the eye with my fork," Suna announces, picking up his fork for emphasis. He taps the bottom against the table and looks towards the toilets to make sure she's gone. "I don't know what her deal is tonight."

You don't mean for your amusement to show on your face, grabbing your glass to try and hide it before Suna sees you.

Osamu clears his throat. "She's uh... She's okay."

"She said we should do this again, 'Samu. If I do this again, I'll kill myself," Suna snaps, dropping his fork and leaning back in his chair.

"You're not exactly fun for me to be around, either." You roll your eyes at him, finishing off your drink. "But I do agree. I may have to do it, Osamu. Tell Kiyoko I miss her. And don't let Kuroo take over my position as manager."

Osamu laughs, resting a hand on your thigh. "Look, we're almost done. No dessert, just the bill. It's Thursday, so there's definitely a party we can crash. Otherwise, we drink at mine until we're paralytic."

"As nice as a party sounds, I just want my bed. I do want more booze, though. Can you flag down the waiter for another round? Maybe shots?"

Nodding his head, Osamu waves at one of the waiters and apologises. "Can we get another round and six shots of Sambuca?"

Simultaneously, you and Suna burst out, "Not Sambuca."

Osamu frowns, apologising once again and correcting himself to vodka. When the waiter leaves, he turns to face you. "Why not Sambuca?"

"Have you not seen y/n after Sambuca? She once almost killed Atsumu for standing on her foot." Suna has to stop himself from laughing at the memory.

"That was you!?" Osamu exclaims, laughing hysterically. "I hear about it but no one knew who it was! I thought it was Sakusa, honestly."

"You know, a lot of people said that." You nod slowly in thought before shrugging your shoulders. "Anyway, no Sambuca if there's a chance of someone getting on my nerves."

"So, never?" Osamu flashes you a smile before laughing, settling back in his seat. "So, Rin, how do you feel about nationals?"

"Pretty good. I'm excited to see how far we go. I need to start going to the gym again, though. Rubi likes to come with me but I hate going with her. How do you feel?"

Osamu shrugs his shoulders. "Yeah, I have high hopes. At least I know I'll be starting since I'm sleeping with the manager."

You return his smile and face him. "If you want to start, you don't need to sleep with me. You need to keep practicing." You shrug your shoulders, smiling as the waiter sets a tray of shots down on the table. "Oh, perfect." You waist no time in grabbing them and taking your first shot, setting it back on the tray. You take the second before either of them have their first, looking between them in disappointment. "Have you never taken shots before?"

"You inhaled those," Osamu scolds, taking his first one. "Give us a chance."

"If you take much longer I'll have them as well." You finish whats left in your glass as the waiter approaches again, taking the tray of empty glasses and shot glasses away.

Rubi appears from behind him, slipping back into her seat. "Ugh, those toilets are disgusting. Why did he have shot glasses?" She flattens her hair against her chest as she watches him walk away.

"They were from another table, he was just collecting our empties." Suna taps on the side of Rubi's fresh cocktail to bring it to her attention. "Should we get the bill and finish these drinks?"

Rubi pouts, looking over her shoulder. "I wanted a dessert menu. I want to try that cheesecake you liked."

"If I eat anything else, I may be sick," you announce, trying to stop her from getting the menus — you will not get stuck here for another hour. The food is good, but it takes too long for your liking when you're stuck on a date like this.

"You don't have to get anything. Besides, probably for the best. Your uniform isn't very flattering." Rubi spots a waiter, frantically waving her hand at him to bring him over,

Your jaw clenches at her statement, turning to Osamu with a fake smile plastered across your face. Without saying anything, you sigh and lean back in your seat.

Before Rubi can talk to the waiter, Suna rests a hand on her shoulder and blocked her from his view. "Can we get the bill? I'm feeling a bit queasy. Not because of the food. Just... Diarrhoea."

A heavy silence falls over the table, Rubi turning her nose up in disgust. She settles into her seat and picks up her phone with the same grimace in place.

You have to press your lips together tight to keep your laughter inside, your hand flying out to grip Osamu's thigh. He returns the action, his fingers digging into you like you're his lifeline. The waiter backs away slowly, watching Suna carefully as though he may shit himself on the spot.

Rubi turns to face Suna again, dropping her phone down on the table. "Can you not act normal for one fucking date? God, trying to do anything with you is like... It's like milking a dead cow!"

"This isn't exactly what I wanted for date night. This reservation was made for two: us. No offence, Osamu. Kind of offence, y/n." He holds up a hand towards you, not catching your dismissive shrug. "Hanging out with an ex never sounds fun. For anyone."

"Don't think of her as a ex, think of her as your best friend's girlfriend," Rubi justifies. "Look, Rin, if you don't start reciprocating my needs, we're over."

Osamu leans in towards you as they continue bickering and whispers, "It's so joever."

# fun fact !

after y/n fought him, atsumu was telling everyone it was some random drunk guy on the street and he did more damage to him

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[drdemonprince]

I was writing this when I saw your most recent substack post on sexuality, so please forgive if I'm not super coherent.

As someone who has been living in a country without much, if any, real legal protections for most of my time as an out trans person, that while I understand the fear right now is high it was not until a few years ago that we did not exist at all in the public consciousness. That terrible prison show was the first time a trans woman appeared in a not "haha look at the gross tranny" way, and that was maybe 10 years ago. Non-binary people existence is even more recent. While I get having a bunch of religious fanatics hate you sucks, from what I gathered despite some claiming otherwise, the rest of the people don't really care that much. It's an issue that gets blown up by the media because it's nice and controversial which gets ratings (or these days, clicks/views), and, as a made-up problem, allows politicians to appear strong and decisive. (Also, there being lots of local differences and court stuff I can't even begin to understand influencing this because your country is very confusing.) It's hard for me to properly measure what people claim and what is actually true.

Come what comes, but there's a difference between preparing for the worst and assuming it already happens. This is going to sound callous, but people need to remember that as much as it sucks to stuck in survival mode and not being able to get government documents corrected, they probably have the grit deep-down to get through this. Maybe it's easy for me to talk, I used to work in building when I was on hormones, didn't tell anyone in that setting, and just shrugged it off and cherished the time I spent with friends & supportive people who knew me as *me*, and lied through my teeth whenever it was necessary and off from being assaulted a few times (not work related, school days) without major injuries because I was good at getting the fuck out. Then again, I've had a therapist tell me I'm scary good at compartmentalizing, so take that as you will.

Now we finally get to why that post about sexuality prompted all this. The bit about the trans woman finally being able to relax when dommed... That struck a nerve, which is strange because I don't really have much sex-drive, but that kind of softness is not something I've had in my life much. Always in the role of taking care and looking after others, never being on the receiving end, not just emotionally, but sexually also because oh dear is it an ordeal when people project the trans dommy mommy shit on you. Especially as now, 8 years after the first go around I find myself being the calm and collected one supporting others again and it's not even a conscious act on my or their behalf, despite setting boundaries (and having them respected mainly) I somehow got the invisible label of "mom who got her shit together" (as if) when I too would sometimes like to unwind and get fucked properly into the next timezone.

thank you for your message. I hope that a lot of younger or less seasoned American trans people who are freaking the fuck out right now are able to put some of their own understandable stress activation aside to read it and really take it in. also, it's a real bummer when people lean on you to always be the strong and capable one. and it is miserable how this role gets voiced upon us simply by virtue of having endured a great deal, or having grown a little bit older than some other people. obviously in your case this dynamic is far more deeply entrenched because of misogyny and transmisogyny and how that shapes people's expectations of the labor that women provide to them, especially trans women, but I do understand a little bit of how miserable it feels to be shunted into that kind of role. and I hope that somebody really just pounds you into the mattress or gives you whatever kind of sexual attention and care-taking helps you feel weak and needy and okay and like somebody else has it all together for a while sometime soon.

[cxs-workshops]

Hi. I’m the person who almost attempted suicide, twice. Been nearly a year now, it’s out there, I do not care who knows.

Didn’t want to jump in this but here we fucking go: First to be fucking clear, and which no one, might I add. came to me directly to ask, all the the Logan/anon drama was NOT the reason I did why I did what I did. It didn’t help the situation, but it wasn’t the sole reason. I had so much IRL issues going on at the time, and I realize the petty stuff with the anon hate made it seem like it was the only reason but I barely thought about it while I was doing the thing. I have half the mind to bill a certain party the rest of my medical debt but hey, we’re gonna move on.

I cut myself off from fan servers and from most people in the community due to being anxious all the time, thus being alone since late 2023. If I was talking to anyone, it would be purely about the game or art stuff. Snowy & Goons, how DARE you use my situation to your benefit, and any of the posts I’ve made. You cannot outright accuse someone else of my suicide attempt without any concrete evidence. That’s a damn serious accusation. All we have are petty Tumblr anon messages. And ooo guess what, not every single Logan fan is gathered at Simprock, there are plenty of other individuals within the community, outside of fan servers. Who’s to say that your goons aren’t the ones posing as the anons for them to be framed? Idk but you can’t keep talking out of your ass. My harassment started roughly around 2020/21, I can’t even remember who said what at the time and who’s to say the same people are even around anymore. Should I have collected evidence? Seeing how it all came to this, yeah I definitely should have. I don’t have evidence, but most importantly NEITHER DO YOU. Which applies to many things for you.

Simprock was the last server I had joined. During the brief time I was there, was treated with nothing but kindness and respect. I admit, I do still have a sort of distrust with them, for other reasons, but with this it’s hard not to be on their side( and with apparent evidence) . Actually in fact, it was when Snowy had also joined Simprock, I bolted out of there shortly. I wasn’t there long enough to get to know anyone but I saw your name and my skin immediately crawled. We never talked directly but I first saw you in the bootleg my time server (late 2022-mide2023) the vibes were immediately off. I’m not of fan of Logan either but you were constantly belittling them, not cool. To think you’ve escalated this far…baffling.

Back to using my posts to your benefit, the zine post. How the fuck did you immediately accuse them again when I said I wasn’t joining either zines. Again I couldn’t even guess who the anons were but hey, could be your goons posing again. Just because a person liked it immediately meant it was an attack against you? Dude. Reaching aren’t we.

Some days I take a step back, and think. There were several different ways to have handled my harassment, and I was thinking one of those ways was the one you’re taking Snowy, and I can’t begin to imagine it, not even a little. Why? Because this is fucking insane behavior. I wouldn’t have begun to do something like this good gracious. If I made anyone uncomfortable last year anytime after my attempt or during all the hate anon messages, I genuinely didn’t mean to and I apologize. I appreciate more than anything that the lot of you gathered to help me during and afterwards. I’ll always be thankful.

I’m going to cut myself off here before I get pissed again, but one more thing.

F YOU SNOWY I FN KNEW ITBWAS YOU TALKING SHIT ABOUT QUINLAN. I don’t play about my characters and for you to mischaracterize them like this UGH JUST 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

Please Leave me Alone

Hi, I’ve been sort of attempting to avoid making a post about this but due to numerous concerned individuals reaching out to me and the amount of receipts that I’ve been given regarding this I have to make one last attempt to address the person who has been doing this to me for the past few months.

I know what you’re doing, and you know it’s dishonest and wrong. This needs to stop. Targeting others and involving them in your personal drama just for interacting with me is unacceptable, and the misinformation and harassment have to end.

I’m giving you the chance to take accountability and tell the truth. If I continue to hear that this behavior is still happening, I’ll have no choice but to address it directly.

I’m not interested in some self-made competition for attention and the drama - I just want to share my love for this game and community together with my friends. Please leave me alone.

For the record: I have never, and will never, send anonymous hate to anyone - especially not over being queer or creating gay art. As a queer minority myself, I stand for marginalized communities and will always support safe, inclusive spaces for everyone.

It’s incredibly unfair to your friends as well, who you have most likely been feeding false versions of the story. It’s also unfair to pull completely uninvolved individuals trying to enjoy their time in this space into this especially when you know that this is untrue- then hide behind alt accounts and your friends, which will unfairly put them in a position where they have been defending someone who has been dishonest to them.

I wanted to believe that you were going through a rough spot and that it led you to doing this in a bad state of mind, but this is becoming excessive and I want you to please use this opportunity to reflect on this because you know what you have been doing is wrong and hurts everyone.

[live-laugh-lenney]

could you do one where r has really bad endometriosis (I struggle myself so bad omg) and Arthur helps her? just fluffy supportive bf and then maybe a feature from the other boys? xx

just want to clarify, i don't suffer with endometriosis so i have no idea if i've done this any justice but i hope you guys enjoy! <33

"lovie, are you okay?"

she hated the concern that dripped heavily from the words rolling off his tongue.

not because she hated how sweet he was being by checking in on her as she sat under the hot water in the bath, letting the shower run over her head and patter loud yet soothingly against the surface level of the bath she'd run to soothe her aches and pains, giving her space and supporting her from afar.

not because he was being the caring boyfriend, making sure she was alright and that he was there if she needed anything, waiting outside the bathroom door with a warm hoodie of his and some comfortable trousers that she could lounge around his house in,

but because she hated how she thought she'd ruined a perfect and beautiful sweet moment between the both of them.

laid upon the sheets of his bed as they gained their breaths back after spending minutes in a mood filled with deepest intimacy, their skin covered in the slightest sheen of sweat, their clothes strewn across the floor, with the room filled with the softest glow emitting from the flickering candle on the shelf in the corner of his bedroom.

"i'm fine," she croaks back over the sound of the water, tears having subsided and all she could feel was the remnants of pain still holding on to her as she felt the worst of it had passed by, arms cradling her knees to her chest, "i just need to sit here for a bit but i'll be out soon."

"can i-"

he cuts himself off because, as much as he wanted to offer to sit in the bathroom alongside her and hold her hand through the aching of her belly, would she want him there?

"yeah," she mumbles softly, "please."

arthur's hand curled around the door handle and he poked his head into the brightly-lit room, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the lights above his head, and she couldn't help but to just stare at him as he made himself known in the room. his hair still a mess upon his head, from both the pillow and from her roaming hands, but he'd dressed himself in a baggy hoodie and a pair of boxers that she could just see beneath the bottom of his jumper.

"i'm sorry."

it's the first thing she wanted to say, to clear the air, to make him feel like he understood how she was feeling.

"what for? it's not something you can control so you don't need to feel this way, ever," he leans up to turn off the shower head, stopping the water falling from it, before he crouches down by the edge and rests his elbows on the ceramic tub, letting his hands hang down and dip into the water, "you don't need to apologise for this, okay?"

"but we were having such a perfect night together," she frowns and she can feel the lump forming in her throat, aching and burning and she could sense herself wanting to cry again, "i hate how it ruins the most beautiful moments. because i don't want to stop doing what i enjoy, what makes me feel good, what brings us closer together."

"it didn't," he smiles softly, reaching up a wet hand and cupping her cheek softly, letting his damp thumb run across the skin from her nose to her ear, "i promise you, it's not ruined anything. it won't ever ruin anything between us. i understand you. and i understand your condition."

she tilts her head into his touch and closes her eyes and he watches as her eyelashes flutter against the curve of her cheeks, silence swallowing them up as they sat amongst the presence of each other, no need for words to fall from their lips to soothe the other. his touch was all she longed for in that moment; soft, caring and gentle and a complete contrast to the pains that had engulfed her just moments prior.

"i feel like i've won the lottery," she whispers softly, eyes looking over to him and she feels butterflies flitting around her belly when he looks her dead in the eyes, "i hit the jackpot with you."

"likewise," he grins widely, standing to his feet and offering out his stretched hands, wiggling his fingers in her direction in an attempt to get her to stand up, "c'mon, i've got some fresh clothes waiting for you in the bedroom and a blanket on the sofa that's been warmed in the dryer. ready for us to finish off our night."

"sounds perfect," she hums, taking his hands and reluctantly coming to her feet, the water sloshing around her legs as she stepped over the side of the tub and into the cool air of the bathroom. her body was tired and her limbs ached from exhaustion yet her mind felt so satisfied with the feeling of love that washed over her. "i love you."

"i love you, too."

-

"oi, cheer up, darling."

she's torn from her daze by george's elbow prodding into her side, not quite a harsh jut into her hip but one that was enough to tear her away from her own world and back into the loud and rowdy crowd around them, her attention snapping back as she turned her face and looked at him.

"hmm?"

"you zoned out for a bit there," george claims, setting down his pint glass and leaning a little closer to her, "everything alright?"

she nods softly.

around her, the atmosphere was loud and rowdy and exactly what you would expect on a friday night when sat in a pub in the middle of london, and from where she was sat in the booth, squeezed between george and isaac as arthur sat himself down at the other end of the table, she couldn't do much but sit there and watch her surroundings as people walked in and out of the door.

it wasn't that she was exhausted, because she was... but she just felt drained of all excitement.

her social battery had become empty, like a car running out of petrol on a long drive, and she didn't want to tell arthur that she was ready to go home but she craved the quiet and the comfort of her flat. as much as she loved the boys, catching up on their busy weeks and filling them in on the exciting brand deals and trips that they'd been invited on, that night just felt different to her.

"i think i need to go home," she laughs it off as a joke but george can tell and she knew that he knew it wasn't a joke because of the way his eyes softened at her and by the way his eyes flickered to arthur as he stayed deep in conversation with chris and cal as they laughed about something, "do you think he'll mind?"

george shrugs, "i couldn't tell you, honestly. i don't think he'll be sad."

she finishes off her gin and lemonade and stands to her feet, picking her bag up from the floor and reaching for her coat that was draped behind isaac, catching his attention.

"and where are you going?"

"i need to talk to arthur," she explains softly and he cocks an eyebrow at her in confusion, looking between her face and the coat that was draped over her arm, "and then i need some air."

"are you bailing, missus television?"

she frowns and shakes her head.

"i'm just not feeling it right now," yn says and she really didn't want to dwell on how she was feeling in that moment, "just a bit tired."

george swivelled in his seat, moving his legs so she could shuffle passed him, making sure she collected her things before making her way towards arthur at the end of the table. and, despite his drunken state and the beers that were coursing through him, the look of pure concern pinched his features together once he saw her bag over her shoulder and her coat draped over her arm.

"where are you going?"

"i'm gon'a head off," she admits to him, "i'm not feeling so perky so i think i'll just head back to yours and wait for you to get home."

"are you having a flare up?"

"not so much, i'm just feeling really tired."

arthur stands to his feet, reaching for the jacket that he had hanging on the back of his chair, in an attempt to leave at the same time as her. yet she stopped him, shaking her head with a smile on her lips, pushing him back to his seat so he could continue his night with his friends.

"lovie-"

"i'm not gon'a ruin your night with your friends," she leans down and presses a kiss to his lips, "but i'll see you later, okay?"

"let me walk you back to mine then," he insists, "please?"

"it's a short walk from here, i'll be fine," she smiles down at him and runs her fingers through his hair, "we all know if you come back with me then you'll want to stay home and you deserve this night out with the boys."

"i'll walk her home? i've left my wallet at phone, there's only so much paying with my card i can do before i asks for my pin and i'm too far gone to remember what it is," george suggests, emitting a round of laughter from around the table, "honestly, i don't mind."

once it was agreed and she'd said her goodbyes to everyone, george shrugged on his jacket and followed her out of the pub's front door, into the cold air of london as they set off towards the flat complex. a comfortable silence following the both of them as they passed by drunken groups of friends and people leaving work for the weekend.

"he loves you," george breaks the silence between them and it catches yn off guard, "a lot."

"it goes back the same way," yn grins sweetly, "he's been such a godsend these last few months, too. especially with the doctors appointments and all of the treatments and consultations and home remedies i make him do with me."

"he'd do anything for you," he says, moving behind her on the path so he could allow a couple to walk passed them, "i reckon he'd even take on the uterus just so you could be free of pain."

she rolls her eyes but can't help the smile that tickles at the corners of her mouth.

"you guys are so good together," george admits, "i'm glad he's found someone who understands him and someone he can be his true self around. it's nice to see him so happy now."

"again," yn looks at george, "it goes back the same way."

-

his hands were warm.

as his fingers pushed gently into the skin of her stomach, rubbing soft circles as to relieve to her pain but not cause her injury, she laid in complete contempt upon the bed. the smell of lavender coming from the massage oil coating his fingertips, as he lathered her belly in the liquid, soothed her and made her feel drowsy and like she could fall asleep under his touch.

"i hate that it makes you feel like this," he mumbles softly, "but i love that it gives us moments like this."

and she really did feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

[1800i-dont-write-fanfiction]

If we take solavellan in genuine good faith

Solas fell so deeply in love with Lavellan that he truly wanted to stay with her. Against his plans. despite his reservations. Forsake his duty. Because she did change everything.

So deeply enthralled and completely

Captivated

A person can be cold because really opening up your heart and mind is dangerous. And solas struggled to keep himself from giving too much away. she made him want to be the best parts of himself. he COULD NOT stand to be dishonest with her, he literally would not “lay with her under false pretenses” because she meant that much to him. It was an affront to her!!! He didn’t want to be anything other than honest, or himself, with her.

she broke down his defenses so completely that if he allowed her to come with him, she would change his mind. because he could not stand to fulfill his plans AND love her. how could he destroy something so important to her and watch her grow to resent him? or even yet, how could he stay connected to the part of him that loves so deeply AND tear down the veil, knowing what it would cost? I do think Solas wanted to be stopped.

“I would not have you see what I become” please please please trust me here I will hate myself even more knowing I am the villain in our story I don’t WANT to hurt you I have no choice I HOPE you will come to understand and still see me for who I am or was or can be in the end because your esteem means that much to me your empathy is devastatingly horrible “it would be kinder in the long run” I know I am going to hurt you but I can’t help but love you I worship you I would give you the world if I could. i will be in agony for the rest of my existence type shit

[obsidianpen]

Howdy! Awhile back you mentioned you weren't likely to get back to Enticed and asked if anyone wanted to pick up and write the rest, you could share your plot/plan with them... I'm no where near as good of a writer as you and couldn't do that (it actually terrifies me the idea of trying to continue a fic that you started tbh, you are one of my favorite writers). But I still find myself sometimes imagining what happens in later chapters of Enticed, for instance the big showdown at the end of OotP where Harry finally presents at the Ministry, and then in Year 6 when Harry as an Omega leads to some kind of huge Alpha fight (I imagine something like a massive chaotic bloody fight in the Great Hall where the Alphas are all triggering each other & beating each other to a pulp/dueling while the Omegas hide and Betas run for cover and teachers try to stop it). So, I wanted to ask if you wouldn't mind sharing maybe your general plot/key scenes with us just for fun? And maybe the endgame couples? If not, no worries! :)

sure! Spoilers ahead!

so yeah Harry presents as a delta (omega) during the whole ministry fiasco, ofc, and it’s about as dramatic as you would expect me to make it. It happens during the possession scene and so V is right there - like couldn’t be closer to it really - and loses all self control and sense of self, trying to uh, get Harry lol but Bella, also a delta, is there, and she and Harry’s dynamics actually revolt each other so she’s not affected at all. She manages to drag her lord away to safety (she is the only one who would be powerful enough to do this), where he otherwise would have been caught by Dumbledore.

Harry meanwhile is a mess, and it’s too late for any kind of repressing potion for him. He gets taken away by Dumbles (who has MUCH more self control than Voldemort btw) and is put into quarantine. Poor Harry, it’s not a fun time.

he eventually resurfaces and is told what all happened. He has a nice little chat with Dumbledore about the uniqueness of being a Delta, which Dumbles knows all about, because duh, Grindelwald was a delta. (He also learns ollivander is a delta).

year 6: Harry is getting all the stares. He’s finally able to perceive magic and now he GETS it. He and Ginny (also an omega) have insta-bonded. Hermione is protective and already planning future ministry legislation. Ron is uncomfortable but is still Harry’s best friend and ride or die.

Draco Malfoy keeps a great distance from Harry but can’t seem to keep his eyes off him. Harry gets it because he’s having the same problem with him and about six other alpha wizards. He still hates him.

Harry is no longer able to stay in the boys dorm. He now has to stay with the other omega girls in their special dorm room, which he finds mortifying at first, but then realizes how necessary that is, and grows to enjoy them quite a lot.

Harry is aggressively adopted by Godiva (self appointed Head Omega of the Gryffindor squad) and is forced to be ‘one of them’ (though he still escapes all the time and prefers to hang out with his ‘lowly beta’ friends). Godiva is upset when she learns his name is not Hadrian or Harrison. She calls him Hadrian anyway. In lieu of being able to give him a real proper lady make over, she and Fey (who has a muggle mother as I’m writing her) figure out Harry’s glasses prescription and get him some contacts ‘so that his lovely eyes can be admired properly’ and because ‘those glasses are hideous and you’re going to make us all look worse if you wear them’. Harry is sort of into it once he gets used to it. Snape kicks him out of class when he shows up without them with no explaination.

Harry becomes obsessed with Draco Malfoy. Hermione tells him it’s just because he’s an alpha and says be needs to go shag someone else to get over it. Ron is still uncomfortable. Harry says it’s def only because Malfoy is up to something Bad but he isn’t sure if he trusts himself anymore.

Harry (who has to be even more meticulous with taking repressants btw, because he’s not as predictable as a delta) thinks yeah maybe hermione is right actually but every time a bold alpha dude hits on him he panics and can’t handle it. Godiva sighs and makes it her mission to teach him.

the Myrtle bathroom scene with Draco goes very differently. Idk for sure how that would go but probably Malfoy has been forgetting to take his repressing shit what with how stressed he is and there’s probably some pretty intense hate sex, or at least very close to hate sex and plenty of hate snogging. Is this drarry? Maybe

the death eaters still break in, Harry still goes with Dumbledore, Dumbledore still dies

seventh year starts semi similarly, Harry is out with Ron and Hermione doing their thing and hunting horcruxes but they have a limited supply of the repressing elixir for Harry. Voldemort, being a bastard who still very much wants to kill Harry (perhaps more than ever now, because deltas are exceptional and this makes Harry more of a threat in some ways), puts insane regulations and safety measures around repressing elixirs for omegas, as well as any ingredient needs to brew it, making it impossible for Harry to get his hands on any without outing himself. They eventually run out when they’re out camping in the woods when Ron is with them and they have the locket.

he has no options. Hermione and Ron have to tie him up and help him suffer through a heat when one hits (they’re beta so they can’t help in the uh, other way). Harry is losing his mind halfway through it. The only thing that helps at all is the locket. He somehow gets to it and puts it on. Locket Tom reaches him in a dream and manages to convince a half-mad Harry to say ‘voldemort.’

the snatchers show up first. This includes Fenrir Greyback. He immediately goes insane upon finding Harry like that. But voldemort has been waiting for something like this to happen, so he shows up too.

big crazy alpha duel. V versus Fenrir. Hermione and Ron can’t get anywhere near the insane magic that’s happening, but Harry can. He’s having the wildest magical awakening of his life, and when he commands these two alphas (who he no longer sees as individuals in his current state) to kill for him, they do (or they try to anyway; Voldemort wins)

and then ofc Voldemort is supposed to kill Harry because that was the point of all this. But he sees his locket and Harry’s wearing it and that poses many questions and, well, if he’s going to kill Harry anyway he might as well enjoy him first. Somewhere in the middle of that much more intense and messed up hate sex, he realizes what Harry is, so of course he takes him ‘home’ (and don’t worry either he takes him away from hermione and Ron first or more likely Harry somehow banished them, idk the details there but I would not have them watching that lmao).

uhhhh yeah that’s about how far I had the plot going in my head!

[sturniololuvz]

I was wondering if you could do one where the triplets little sister has pots or something similar and it's about them helping her when she passes out. she's about highschool age and maybe it happens when their out or when their doing something tg?

i hope i did okay with this ???? not my best work ☺️

“Keeping Up with You”

Sturniolos x sister reader

warnings: POTS, passing out , i think that’s it

The Sturniolo triplets had been meaning to make a grocery run for a while, and today was finally the day. Y/N, their 16-year-old sister, had come along, despite her usual reluctance when it came to outings that involved walking around for long periods. Having POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome) made even something as simple as shopping a challenge, but she refused to let it stop her.

Chris pushed the cart, Nick scrolled through the shopping list on his phone, and Matt walked beside Y/N, keeping a careful eye on her.

“Alright,” Nick said, “we need eggs, bread, milk, and—Chris, put the Oreos back. They weren’t on the list.”

Chris frowned, looking between the package in his hand and Nick. “Yeah, and? Some things in life aren’t planned, Nick.”

Matt snorted while Y/N rolled her eyes. She wasn’t in the mood for their usual bickering—not because it annoyed her, but because she was already starting to feel off. Her legs felt weak, her head was light, and the familiar wave of dizziness was creeping in. She clenched her jaw, willing herself to push through it.

Chris glanced over at her. “Hey, you good?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N answered quickly, avoiding eye contact.

Nick gave her a look. “Are you sure? You look kinda—”

“I said I’m fine,” she snapped, crossing her arms.

Matt sighed, already sensing where this was going. “Y/N, we’re just asking because we care. No need to get snappy.”

“I wouldn’t be snappy if you guys didn’t treat me like a glass doll all the time,” she muttered, walking ahead.

Chris exchanged a glance with his brothers before hurrying to catch up. “It’s not about treating you like a doll. It’s about making sure you don’t end up on the floor in aisle five.”

Y/N groaned, frustration bubbling up inside her. “Can you guys just stop? I can handle myself!”

Matt held his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. But if you start feeling worse, tell us, alright?”

She didn’t answer, just kept walking. The fluorescent lights above her suddenly felt too bright, the air too thick. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. She clenched the shopping cart handle as her vision blurred at the edges.

Chris was the first to notice. “Y/N—”

“I’m fine,” she muttered. But her body had other plans.

The last thing she registered was a wave of nausea and dizziness before everything went black.

Panic in Aisle Five

“Shit—Y/N!” Matt’s voice was the first thing she heard when she came to.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she realized she was on the floor, her head resting against Chris’s lap while Nick knelt beside her, his face pale with concern.

“You passed out,” Chris informed her, his voice laced with both worry and frustration. “Again.”

Y/N groaned, closing her eyes. “Great.”

Nick sighed, brushing her hair out of her face. “You good now? Need anything?”

“A different set of brothers,” she mumbled, making Matt huff out a laugh despite the tension.

Chris, however, was not amused. “This isn’t funny, Y/N. You literally just collapsed in the middle of the store, and you still wanna act like we’re the problem?”

Y/N sighed. “I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

“Too late,” Matt muttered.

Nick shook his head. “You have to let us help you. Pretending you’re fine when you’re not isn’t strong, Y/N. It’s dangerous.”

Chris nodded. “Exactly. You don’t have to like that we check on you, but you do have to accept that we’re gonna keep doing it. No negotiation.”

Y/N bit her lip, glancing at each of them. As much as she hated being watched all the time, she couldn’t deny that they were right.

“…Fine,” she finally muttered.

Chris narrowed his eyes. “Fine, like, ‘I’ll actually take care of myself’ fine, or fine, like, ‘I’ll just say this so you’ll shut up’ fine?”

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Fine as in I’ll try, okay?”

Nick smiled softly. “That’s all we’re asking for.”

Matt clapped his hands together. “Alright, let’s get you home before Chris has an aneurysm.”

Chris shot him a glare, but instead of arguing, he simply helped Y/N sit up. “Think you can walk, or do we need to carry you out in the shopping cart?”

Y/N groaned. “Oh my God, never say that again.”

Nick grinned. “Noted. But if you pull this again, we’re definitely carrying you out princess-style.”

“Please don’t,” Y/N muttered, leaning on Matt as they helped her up.

With that, they abandoned their half-finished shopping trip, leaving the store together—because at the end of the day, no matter how much Y/N hated their hovering, the triplets weren’t going anywhere.

[fourthavecafe]

where reader is insecure and somebody idc who takes it upon themselves to change their mind

───୨ৎ──── ───୨ৎ──── ───୨ৎ────

The air was still and warm in the bedroom, the only sounds coming from the occasional rustling of the blankets as I shifted.

Sukuna was beside me, arms folded behind his head, exuding his usual aura of dominance even in repose.

I, on the other hand, was curled up comfortably in my oversized sweater, enjoying the rare moment of peace between us.

It had been a long day, and I just wanted to rest. My sweater, slightly too big for me, had ridden up without my notice. That is, until I felt it—a light, deliberate touch against my exposed stomach.

I tensed immediately. The rough pads of Sukuna's fingers dragged lazily across my skin,his touch both possessive and casual, like he had every right to do so. I jolted, my hands snapping down to yank the fabric of my sweater back into place.

"Don't do that” I muttered, shifting away from his reach.

Sukuna went unnervingly still.

For a second, I didn't think much of it, too busy adjusting my sweater to fully process his reaction. Then, when I glanced up, I saw the way his expression darkened. His eyes, glowing faintly in the low light, fixated on me with something between irritation and... confusion?

"You just gave me attitude" he noted, his voice deceptively calm.

I swallowed, suddenly regretting my reaction. "I just-"

"Over this?" His fingers twitched and I flinched slightly, anticipating another touch.

"I don't like my stomach" I admitted quickly, my voice small. "I don't want it touched."

Silence.

Sukuna's gaze flickered down to where my sweater now covered every inch of my torso, his jaw tightening. For a moment, I thought-hoped-he might let it go.

Then, a slow smirk curled his lips, one that sent a chill down my spine. "You think I care about your stupid insecurity?"

I barely had a second to react before everything went black. Then, the next second, I was bound to the bed.

My breath hitched as I realized my wrists were secured above my head with thick, red-threaded restraints. My ankles, too, were caught in a similar hold, keeping my legs from curling up in defense. My sweater?

Gone. I was left in nothing but my bra and panties, my stomach completely bared to the cool air.

My panic only increased when I saw Sukuna looming over me, his expression twisted in something between amusement and displeasure.

"You gave me attitude because of this?" he repeated, his clawed fingers dragging along the soft skin of my belly, making me shudder. "All because you hate this part of yourself?"

I squirmed, my face heating up. "Sukuna-let me go!"

He ignored me. "You really thought l'd let this slide?" His grin widened, and something wicked flickered in his eyes. "You're mine.Every inch of you belongs to me. If I want to touch, I will."

I let out a sharp breath, my heart hammering as his fingers trailed dangerously slow across my abdomen, just barely ghosting over my belly button.

"S-Sukuna, stop—!"

"You really are an idiot" he mused. "Getting all worked up over this of all things."

Then, before I could react, the mouth on his stomach opened.

My eyes widened in horror but before I could even let out a proper protest, I felt it—a hot, wet tongue dragging up the center of my stomach.

I squeaked, my back arching against my will.

I gasped, the sensation so bizarrely unexpected that I had no idea how to react.

The warmth of his tongue sent an uncontrollable shudder through me and to my utter humiliation, l let out a small, breathless giggle.

Sukuna froze above me. Then, his smirk returned, wider and far more sinister.

"You laughed?"

My face burned. "No, I didn't!"

"You did." His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Oh, this is precious."

I barely had time to brace myself before his fingernail traced a slow, teasing circle around my belly button.

I twitched violently, another helpless giggle slipping from my lips as I jerked against my restraints. "Sukuna, stop-!"

His other hand squeezed my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh with an almost possessive grip.

"Tsk, tsk." He clicked his tongue. "You make such a fuss about this body and yet look at how easily it betrays you."

I let out a sharp gasp as his other hand skated up my ribs, his claws barely grazing the sensitive skin. It sent shivers down my spine, my entire torso so exposed and utterly helpless under his attention.

"Sukuna!" | whined, feeling my face heat up more and more as he continued his torment.

His grin widened as he watched me squirm.

"So sensitive here, huh?"

"S-Stop teasing me!" | twisted, my arms jerking against the restraints, but they held firm. My stomach was completely at his mercy.

"Stop?" He chuckled. "Oh, no, no, no. You started this." His nails danced along my ribs, his tongue lapping at my navel, and his hand gripped my hips like he was marking ownership into my very flesh.

I was overwhelmed. The mix of sensations

his touch, his mouth, the way he relished every reaction I gave him-it was too much.

I was giggling uncontrollably now, breathless, my body betraying me completely.

"You really thought I wouldn't notice how cute you are?" Sukuna's voice was laced with amusement. "You really thought l'd give a damn about some human insecurity? I love this stomach."

I gasped when he nipped at my side, his fangs just barely grazing my skin.

I shivered.

"I-!" | sucked in a breath. "You're so mean!"

Sukuna laughed, his fingers skimming my belly once more, his nails featherlight against my heated skin. "You're the one who asked for this, pet."

"I did not!" I protested but my words were cut off when his tongue flicked against my belly button again, making me squeak.

His hands tightened around me, holding me still, while he dragged his teeth ever so lightly down the center of my abdomen.

"You belong to me" he murmured against my skin, his voice sending a shudder through my already overwhelmed body. "and I don't ever want to hear you talk down on yourself again. Got it?"

I nodded frantically, my cheeks burning.

His smirk deepened, his grip on my hips unrelenting. "Good."

His tongue dragged one more time across my belly before he finally pulled back, looking far too satisfied with himself.

I was left panting, flushed and absolutely flustered.

Sukuna leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "You should start loving yourself more, pet. Otherwise..." He traced his nail one last time over my ribs. "I'll have to teach you like this every time."

My heart skipped a beat.

I was so screwed.

[maxicaiman]

I’m really sorry you’re dealing with people hiding behind anonymous messages on here. You probably know this already, but it really does reflect back on them and their character for going that route. It’s shitty, and it’s childish.

I’m a huge canon character person myself, but there’s something so so sweet about seeing people who are willing and happy to share their OCs with the world. OCs are legit like that little sliver of yourself, and it takes so much courage putting that out there into the world—and I applaud everyone who does it, because it never fails to make mine and other peoples’ days sweeter.

I don’t interact much these days, and haven’t really been active on social media lately, but I never fail to see your art on my feed when I do come on here, and it makes me very happy every time. I like seeing your content and I like seeing you get to share your little guys with the world. It’s an honor and it’s a privilege, and the people who hide behind their electronic screen and spew hate oftentimes forget that.

Anyway long message, I’m happy to see you clapping back at all the cowards and being proud to share your OCs with the rest of us here on the internet. We all love and appreciate it, and we really can’t value their characters or your talent enough.

AWW THANK YOU SM MAN

I loveee canon characters and namely make ocs to interact with them, and then get sucked into focusing on my ocs, and I love it! It's not that I hate making canon content, I just love the freedom that making OCs gives me and I love sharing my stories and ideas with everyone. It's so nice and I'm very grateful to those of you who enjoy my characters and stick around!! /gen

[biotic-raptorian-angel]

Letter- Pharmercy

Angela found the letter by accident.

She hadn't meant to invade Fareeha’s privacy. It had been a quiet afternoon—Fareeha was out on a mission, and Angela had taken it upon herself to tidy up their shared quarters. Fareeha was never particularly messy, but there were always little signs of her presence: her flight jacket draped over a chair, her boots neatly lined by the door, training gloves worn from use tucked beside the nightstand.

Angela had only been moving some books when the letter slipped free from where it had been wedged between the pages of a tactical manual. The envelope was slightly worn, the edges creased as though it had been held and put away too many times.

The name on the front made Angela’s breath catch.

Ana Amari.

Angela hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly. Ana—Fareeha’s mother, the legendary sniper, the woman Fareeha had spent a lifetime chasing, only to have her disappear into the shadows of history.

Fareeha had never spoken much about Ana. She mentioned her in passing, usually with a clipped tone or a strained expression. The weight of her absence had always been evident in the way Fareeha carried herself—like a woman shaped by both admiration and abandonment.

Angela knew she shouldn’t open it. But something about the way the paper was slightly crumpled, the ink smudged in places, made her realize that this letter was not just words—it was wounds.

With a deep breath, Angela unfolded the paper.

Umi,

I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Maybe I think it’ll make me feel better. Maybe I think if I put these words on paper, they won’t feel like they’re rotting inside me anymore.

I’ve spent my whole life trying to be you. Trying to be strong. Trying to be someone you would have been proud of. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop asking myself—was I ever enough? Was I ever the daughter you wanted?

You left. You chose to leave. And I—

Angela’s throat tightened as she read the next part, the words pressed into the page with such force that they had nearly torn through.

I hated you for it.

I still hate you for it sometimes. But then I remember that I love you more than I could ever hate you, and that’s worse. Because if you were a coward, if you abandoned me because you didn’t care, then I could walk away from this without feeling like my chest is caving in. But I know you loved me. I know you thought you were doing the right thing.

And that makes it so much worse.

Do you know how many times I looked for you? How many times I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d find you watching over me from the shadows? I thought if I became good enough, strong enough, you’d come back. That I’d prove I was worth staying for.

But you never did.

Angela inhaled sharply, a sting of tears forming in her eyes as she continued.

I don’t know what I want. I don’t know if I want to find you and scream at you, or just collapse at your feet like a child and beg you to tell me why.

But you’re gone. And I don’t even get the chance.

So I keep going. I keep fighting. Because it’s all I know how to do. And I tell myself that it doesn’t matter anymore.

But some nights, when it’s quiet, when no one is watching—

I still wish you were here.

Fareeha’s name was signed at the bottom, the ink darker than the rest, as though she had hesitated before writing it.

Angela’s fingers trembled as she folded the letter back up, carefully tucking it into the envelope.

She pressed it against her chest, closing her eyes.

No wonder Fareeha never spoke about it. No wonder she was so careful, so composed, so unwilling to let anyone see the fractures beneath the surface.

Angela would never tell her she found it.

But she would love her harder.

A-Z Prompts

I've decided to try and keep up with daily writing by doing 1 prompt a day for each ship via the A-Z prompts I came up with below. If you like it or have suggestions for other prompts, please let me know!

Adoration

Bravery

Chivalry

Devotion

Ethereal

Friendship

Glamour

Healthy

Idol

Jukebox

Kingdom

Letter

Moss

Nude

Observation

Paint

Quiet

Rejection

Sea

Turntable

Unanimous

Vermin

Wings

Xenomorphic

Yitten

Zephyr

[vi-visected]

i don’t have a new hyperfix you have a new hyperfix

[markantonys]

my show-first friend has been reading the books for the first time in the wake of s2 and is now on TFOH, but unlike me when i first dove into my readthrough, she knows nothing about the general Fandom Opinions™, so every now and then i like to drop a relevant bad Fandom Opinion™ on her and be vindicated by her utter bewilderment

and even this was after i undersold it by being like "oh a lot of people think he's dumb / think he's the worse brother of the two" i couldn't bring myself to say "he is the #1 most hated character in the entire series" because that would sound completely insane to someone who is normal djkfjg and would create some very false expectations for her about gawyn's future actions (shoutout to my pre-reading prediction that he was going to murder morgase and fight elayne for the throne or something, just based on the sheer vitriol i saw towards him). i WILL be interested to see if her opinion of him changes as she goes along, but he made it through the coup unscathed in her esteem and she's also thus far been all in favor of him becoming egwene's love interest, and i'm sure his upcoming onesided homoerotic rivalry with rand will amuse and delight her rather than annoy her, so i have high hopes!