#it almost healed and then I think rejected it the first time? I took my first earrings out and put the current ones in

[nexus-nebulae]

known we were a system for about 7 years now, probably been a system for far longer, and just realised. we got an intrusive self-fakeclaiming thought today and laughed it away

[fated-normal-767]

well the good news is I figured out why one of my earrings is all fucked up the bad news is it cannot be fixed apart from waiting and it’s unpleasant and bad.

[hgfictionwriter]

Discovery: Part Five - First Time

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: With the truth revealed, Jessie and you now have a chance to fully build an authentic, honest relationship. And maybe, the physical intimacy that's plagued your relationship - and Jessie's past - can finally be healed.

Warnings: G!P content. First time; oral (J receiving; R receiving); body image issues; lingering internal conflicts and themes of rejection; language.

A/N: This is SO long. I just got carried away - there was so much I felt would be going through Jessie's mind that I couldn't just skip over during their first time together, combined with all of the previous baggage. It felt much more natural to pace it this way.

"So, if I ask you to spend the night, do you think you would?"

Jessie couldn't believe the contrast between this morning and now. She'd come over to your apartment with absolute certainty that this would be the end; she'd maybe get to hold you once more and then it would be the inevitable goodbye.

Instead, here you were, cuddled into her on the couch, fingers of one hand intertwined with hers and her arm wrapped around your shoulder. Rather than a painful and heavy goodbye, you'd sat together for hours; conversation renewed, deeper, sincerer, and you were asking her to stay.

Jessie smiled at you.

"I'd love to," she told you before giving a quiet, bashful laugh. "If you asked, that is."

You chuckled and nudged her with your shoulder. "Well I'm asking."

"Then I'd love to stay," Jessie replied with a resolute nod.

"Now that I know why you were so hesitant to spend the night before," you told her with a smirk, leaving Jessie in awe that you could be so relaxed about this and that things felt so natural between you.

While Jessie's mind had been wrought with questions and worries for months, now the only question that remained was, 'What took her so long to tell you?'

You fidgeted slightly and scratched at your temple, eyes cast downward momentarily before you looked up at her.

"Just as before, even more-so now, actually, you're welcome to sleep in the bed. I-I'd like you to." A beat passed and you rushed on. "But only if you want to."

Jessie's heart felt like it was lodged in her throat, but in a good way. She would've never pictured this.

"Y-yeah," she managed to reply, voice almost wavering. "I'd like that."

You clearly were anticipating a decline, because your reaction was delayed and was one of momentary surprise before smiling broadly at her.

"Oh! Fantastic!" You said before shrinking into yourself slightly, seemingly embarrassed at your enthusiasm. Jessie found it adorable and kissed you. Your cheeks were burning pink when she pulled back. "You can, um, wear some of my clothes to bed. I'm sure I have something that'll fit."

"Sure, that sounds good," Jessie said as she gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Soon you led her into your room and dug through your drawers for some sleepwear for her. Jessie had been in your room a handful of times, but really only in passing. Given how physical aspects of your relationship had been so taboo prior, the bedroom had become unspoken, forbidden territory. She took this opportunity to look around and really take it in; all of your belongings, the way you had things arranged, all the things big and small that made it yours.

"These should work."

Jessie was pulled from her observations by your voice. She turned to you and gave you a belated smile as she took the items.

"Thank you."

Silence fell over you two, but it felt very different than ones previous. This time, Jessie wasn't scared.

"I know we've talked about a lot today, tonight, but I, um, just want to say again that I'm really grateful you told me everything," you said softly as you looked at her.

"Me too," Jessie returned with a gentle smile. "Again, I'm really sorry it took me so long. I can't tell you how amazing it is to have this openness with you and to be given another chance. I really do love you, and I'm so grateful that I can tell you that and to not have to hide."

You looked at her with the warmest eyes and reached out to gently take the clothes you'd just handed her and set them down on the bed. You took a step towards her, closing the space between you two and wrapped your arms around the back of her neck. Your waist pressed against her’s and Jessie inadvertently swallowed though she held your gaze.

"You shouldn't have had to hide in the first place," you said as you cupped her cheek. "Thank you for trusting me with this." Jessie nodded.

"I'm trusting you with this. My heart. My past. All sorts of things," she finished lightly, hoping for some levity but failing to come up with something witty. She settled for a silly smile that contrasted the weight of her words. You weren't fooled and continued to look at her in earnest. Jessie dropped her smile and allowed herself to sit in this moment with you instead.

Soon your lips were on hers in a slow, deep kiss. Instead of tensing up and coaching herself through it, she finally gave herself permission to relax into your kiss.

Her eyes fluttered open belatedly when you subtly pulled back from the kiss. She looked to you with mild confusion only to see a soft smile crossing your lips. You caressed the back of her neck briefly before kissing her again even deeper. Jessie barely managed to hold back a moan. She tightened her arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

That small act of confirmation seemed to spark something in you. Suddenly, your fingers were running through her hair and you kissed her harder.

It didn't take much for Jessie to feel the telltale signs of her cock starting to stiffen. You were pressed flush up against her - her movements stilled and she shifted her hips back slightly to create space.

"You don't have to," you said slightly breathless as you pulled back just enough to look at her. A moment passed and you shook your head subtly. "I don't want you to."

Jessie inadvertently swallowed. She searched your eyes, a stubborn hesitancy and doubt still lingering in the back of her mind. You caressed her cheek with your thumb and it quieted her thoughts. She pulled you close to her once more and rest her forehead against yours.

"I told you I find you very attractive," she said in a low voice with a smirk. "So much so that it's been a problem."

She saw you bite the inside of your lip.

"I don't see a problem here," you affirmed before giving a smirk of your own. "I like it."

You kissed her again and though Jessie wanted nothing more than to reciprocate, she had to ask once more.

"Are you sure? I mean - you weren't anticipating...this," Jessie finished with a near mumble as she glanced down between you purposefully before looking at you again. "And you said you preferred a strap."

You blushed, dropping eye contact, but caressed the side of her neck still.

"Well, at that time I didn't exactly know that you had anything more than a strap," you said sheepishly before forcing yourself to look up at her. This time, you spoke assuredly.

"And you're right that I wasn't anticipating this. But, I love you. And this," you gave a look mirroring Jessie's a moment ago, "is part of you, which means, I'm all for it." You gave a slight shrug. "And, you know, it's pretty sexy. Knowing...feeling, or seeing, what effect I might have on you." You finished with a shy chuckle. "I'm not upset about it. Let's put it that way."

Some other girls had made fun of her for visibly being aroused, but there was nothing malicious about your reaction. In fact, your reaction was far from it. She smiled gratefully and nodded.

"Okay. Well, I'm glad. And, um, I'm sorry in advance if there are moments - like this - where I get a little too...excited. I don't mean to ruin a moment or anything," Jessie explained as she glanced back down at the slight bulge in her pants - it wasn't anything too overt right now, but if you two carried on it certainly would be.

"You don't need to apologize," you said, mildly chiding her. "I just told you I like it." You slowed, cupping her face once more and speaking softly. "I like it," you repeated.

Any lingering concerns were snuffed out as you began kissing her once more. Slow and patient at first, before deepening. She wrapped her arms around you fully and met your kisses with equal, growing passion. Your hands began to wander down her back and after a moment of hesitation, Jessie allowed her hands to explore as well.

What was an initial arousal was now becoming full-on as your hands played with the hem of her shirt, your fingers grazing ever so lightly against her skin, and when she heard you faintly moan into your kiss, there was zero chance of her hiding the way her cock now strained fully against her boxers and pants.

When you didn't pull away, and instead pulled yourself closer to her, her fingers dug into the small of your back through your shirt, pulling another muffled moan from you.

Jessie opened her eyes, blinking rapidly as she gently broke off the kiss, only now realizing she was short of breath.

"Sorry," she breathed. You frowned at her in confusion.

"What for?"

She frowned in return as she tried to conjure up some coherent thoughts.

"I'm, um, getting carried away," she eventually managed to say.

"I'm not remotely bothered," you assured her. "I'm getting carried away as well, then, too," you added with a faint grin. You looked away briefly before resting your hands on the front of her chest and pushing upwards, your hands feeling their way up her neck and into her hair as you spoke. She nearly shivered.

"I know we just said today we'd take it slow," you looked away again, "but, um, we also don't have to."

Jessie swallowed, studying you intently. "I don't want to pressure you at all. I mean, I dropped a lot on you today. I'm very happy to go at whatever pace you set. I have no expectations."

You nodded, seemingly lost in your own thoughts.

"Mhmm. And, well, we've also been together for months. And...I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you. And, maybe, based on what I'm feeling right now...you might want me, too," you finished with a tentative, but hopeful look on your face.

Jessie blushed with a lopsided grin. "I think that's safe to say."

You both looked at each other, gauging one another and waiting for the other to make the first move. It was several seconds before you grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her in for another kiss, which she readily met.

Hands wandered even more ravenously this time and you were very subtly grinding yourself against her bulge and Jessie swallowed a moan that threatened to escape. She exhaled heavily and found herself pulling you tight against her, her hand now sneaking under your shirt and you moaned in approval.

Surprise flooded Jessie system as suddenly you were pushing her towards the bed, not breaking the kiss until you pushed her down on the edge. When she looked up at you, your eyes were dark with lust and her cock throbbed at the sight.

"Wh-" Jessie's question was cut off as you lowered yourself onto your knees in front of her, not dropping her gaze the entire time. You placed your hands on her thighs and moved your hands upward until your fingers snuck under her shirt to graze her abdomen.

"Is this okay?" You asked. Jessie could only nod, unable to find the words. You toyed with the hem of her shirt again. "Do you prefer clothes on or off for this?"

"I, um," Jessie stammered. "On, for now, I guess." She shook her head. “Wait, I should do stuff for you.” She went to switch places with you but you denied her.

“There’s time for that, too. I want to do this for you,” you said as your thumbs idly caressed her skin. Jessie let your words settle in and a slow smile formed across her lips. She nodded.

You smiled and began to massage her hips, your hands moving inwards until you started to unbutton her pants. She was absolutely aching with anticipation by now. Jessie's eyes were trained on you and she breathed through her lips as her mind tried to keep up with what was evolving.

"You're sure?" You asked one more time, fingers ready to unzip her pants. Jessie let out a breathy laugh.

"Yeah. I am. Um, if you are. You know you don't have to do anything, right?" You didn't break eye contact.

"I know. I want to do this. I want you," you stated and Jessie felt a flutter go through her entire body at the declaration. She frowned as you grew bashful. "I, um, haven't done this in a while though. So...bear with me. I apologize in advance," you finished with a sheepish laugh. Jessie frowned deeper.

"Don't apologize. At all. I-," she wracked her mind for the right words to say. "I'm positive it'll be great. You'll be great. I, um, just want to be with you. That's what's most important to me." You looked up at her from your spot on the floor between her legs and gave her a grateful smile. Your earlier comment caused Jessie's mind to start envisioning you in front of other people in a similar position. She didn't like it.

"And...we don't really need to talk about, you know, other times or people...at least right now," she added gently.

"Oh. Right," you said as you flushed pink. You sat back on your heels and cleared your throat before raising yourself up again and kneading her thighs. "Okay, well, what I mean is, feel free to tell me what you like...and tell me if you don't like what I'm doing."

Jessie felt a tightening in her throat and she forced a series of nods. "Okay, I will."

It probably shouldn't have been a big deal, but she was left in awe to some degree. Other girls didn't care what she liked or didn't like. It was about them - satisfying their curiosity or having a story to tell after. But that wasn't you at all.

She cleared her throat and went on. Now was not the time to get emotional.

"But please don't worry. You can see already that you're doing everything right," she said with a slight chuckle as she tucked your hair behind your ear and caressed your cheekbone with her thumb. "And same goes for you, please tell me if I'm doing anything you don't like. And please know you don't have to do anything that you aren't comfortable with."

"I know, baby," you said as your raised yourself up to kiss her on the lips.

Jessie was kissing you back, eyes closed, when your hand returned to her zipper and began to pull it down and over her aching erection. Her efforts to kiss you back stalled as your hands pushed the fabric of her pants aside and you began to caress her through her boxer briefs.

You began to kiss her neck and Jessie did her best to swallow any impending moans as you continued to feel her through the fabric. Her eyes remained closed as your fingers traced over the head of her cock before gently feeling and exploring what you could of her length.

Next, she felt you trace along a seam of the boxer briefs and her whole body stiffened as your warm hand reached in through the slit of the fabric and your delicate fingers first made contact with her cock.

"Is this okay?" You whispered into her neck as your hand stilled. She nodded. That fleeting touch alone felt incredible and she could hardly believe it was happening.

"Yeah," was all she could manage.

Assured, you gently wrapped your fingers around her length and pulled it through the slit. Now, unencumbered, her full length sprang upward in your grasp and, intentional or not, you sat back and Jessie opened her eyes to see you looking at her cock.

She registered this image of you looking down at her length that stood proudly up within your hand, a large bead of precum pooling at the tip. She wasn't 100% sure how to read your expression, it wasn't negative for sure, curiosity maybe? Either way, a rush of apprehension went through her and she pushed herself back a bit and began to stammer.

"We, um, we don't-"

You seemed to belatedly clue into Jessie's mounting anxiety and you sat up again, one hand coming to cup her cheek as you kissed her mid-sentence, effectively shushing her.

"It's okay," you whispered, kissing her sweetly once more. You urged her to look at you and she did, shoulders visibly rising and falling as her heart raced. “Do you want to stop?” You asked gently, free of judgement.

She studied you, seeing nothing but concern and care in your eyes. She began to relax and she shook her head. “No.”

You kissed her again, letting it linger this time and only pulling away once Jessie's breathing had evened. "You're beautiful," you said. You leaned in so your lips nearly brushed against her ear. "Please don't worry. I love you. And please tell me at any point if you’re uncomfortable and want to stop. That’s perfectly okay.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she told you. She swallowed her residual worries and leaned into your ear. “I want you, too.”

Jessie's jaw fell slack as the hand around her length, which had remained still the past few moments, began to slowly, lightly caress her, your thumb now patiently circling her tip.

Her shoulders rolled back as she felt your tongue flick her earlobe and your breath was hot and teasing against her ear.

"I can't wait to taste you."

She didn't know what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn't for you to say that. She belatedly realized that her fingers were digging into her thighs. She relaxed them along with the rest of her body and you began to kiss your way down until you were resting on the back of your heels once more.

She watched as you looked up at her. You released her momentarily, eyes locked on her still as you licked your hand before wrapping your fingers around her girth again. Jessie didn't drop your gaze, but her shoulders fell at the sensation.

"You can tell me to stop at any point," you reminded her as you began to stroke her up and down. Jessie silenced another moan deep in her throat and swallowed audibly instead as she nodded.

Jessie's mouth fell open further as you dropped her gaze and bent your head towards her waiting arousal. She moved her hands to the edge of the mattress and gripped it tightly as she felt your hot tongue give a slow, teasing flick across the head of her cock. Her breath hitched in her lungs as your tongue languidly circled around the tip.

Her head fell back and her eyes focused on the ceiling as you continued to slowly explore her. Your tongue teased her head, your tongue grazed down her length and back up, your hand gripped her gently, then firmly, you stroked her and circled her.

When your lips wrapped themselves around her tip and you gave a soft, slow lick before sucking and releasing her, she white-knuckled the mattress and set her jaw so harshly it nearly hurt. When your mouth fully sank down on her length, her cock now surrounded by the warmth of your mouth, she couldn't hold back a faint gasp.

Encouraged, you continued, soon bobbing your head up and down on her length and Jessie's breathing became quick and shallow over the incredible sensations that radiated from between her legs and throughout her body.

She curled her fingers inward more, her nails audibly digging into the mattress as you took her further into your mouth, her tip now nudging the back of your throat. Her thighs flexed intermittently as she resisted the urge to move her hips in time with you - she didn't want to be pushy at all.

Her eyes snapped downward as suddenly your free hand found one of hers. She interlaced her fingers with yours and you looked up at her - an absolute sight for Jessie, seeing your mouth wrapped around her swollen cock, your other hand at her base. Again, she was caught off guard as you took her hand and guided it to the back of your head.

The look on her face must've relayed the hesitation or doubt she felt, because you gave a subtle expression of affirmation and pushed her fingers through your hair.

Jessie's breathing was uneven as you refocused on the task at hand, closing your eyes and sucking and licking her once more. Her eyes closed and her head fell back once more as the overwhelming sensations sparked all over again.

She tentatively played with your hair, her hand barely resting on the back of your head as you moved up and down her length. This carried on for a short while until your hand came back up to hers and pushed her hand firmly down on your head, her length going deeper into your throat than ever.

Jessie groaned and clutched your hair instinctually before her eyes flew open in brief panic at allowing herself such a reaction. The feeling ebbed as you continued, undeterred, your thumb actually caressing the back of her hand. She relaxed, sinking into the bed a bit and eyes falling shut once more as she now guided your head up and down.

The sensations that had been building, not just now, but a culmination really of the past several months with you, were about to reach their peak. Jessie's breathing was rapid and she bit the inside of her mouth as a familiar tightening formed between her legs. She opened her eyes, blinking a few times as she tried to center herself.

"I-I'm, I'm gonna cum soon," she told you.

You continued to suck her off and Jessie had to bite the inside of her cheek hard to not groan or curse in pleasure.

"Y/N, I'm not going to last," she tried to warn you, panting as she spoke. "I'm gonna cum."

She expected you to pull back from her, but you remained steadfast, keeping her warm in your mouth until Jessie gripped your hair tightly and tensed up underneath your ministrations. She snuffed out another moan as she began to spill herself into your mouth and down your throat. Her breath hitched as she spurt several times inside your waiting mouth.

Jessie breathed heavily as the twitching of her cock slowed and so did you. It took a few moments for her to come through the haze of her climax and when she did she looked at you in concern. You, however, simply sat back and covered your mouth briefly before swallowing. Jessie just stared at you, stunned.

You wiped your mouth and sat there on your knees before looking up at her. Jessie was still catching her breath as you both looked at each other.

"You taste good," you eventually said, causing Jessie to flush red immediately.

"You-you didn't have to do that," Jessie responded. "Um, swallow, that is." She frowned and flushed further. "Any of it, really."

You frowned in return before giving her a light shrug. "I know. I wanted to." You looked away briefly. "So, um, was it okay?"

Jessie gave you a bewildered look.

"You're joking. You couldn't tell?" She asked, unable to help but laugh a bit. She just shot a huge load down your throat, relatively quickly too - of course she liked it. Instead, you blushed.

"I guess. You were very quiet though," you said somewhat tentatively. You went on quickly. "Maybe that's just how you are - and that's totally fine. I guess I just- I don't know."

Jessie wanted to curse, and moan, and groan with pleasure as you pleasured her, but again, she'd been made fun of before. She'd been the subject of teasing and mocking in hallways or a classroom and it caused her to hold back. She studied you wordlessly for a couple of seconds before nodding.

"I really loved it. You were," she shook her head as she tried to find the words, "beyond incredible." This seemed to relax you and you rose up onto your knees and she wrapped you in a hug as you kissed her.

"Shit, sorry," she said, another blush creeping up her face as she realized her deflating cock was directly on your shirt, staining it with your spit and whatever little remained of her cum.

"Oh, don't worry," you said. You chuckled coyly, gaze flitting away for a second before returning. "We were going to get changed anyway, right?"

Oh right. She'd forgotten all about that already.

Yet again, for the nth time today, you surprised her by locking eyes with her and slowly lifting your top off in front of her. Her jaw dropped slightly and her eyebrows lifted as she took in this stunning visual of you.

"Is this okay?" You asked, your shirt now discarded next to you and your hand behind your back, poised to unhook your bra.

Jessie nodded with a goofy grin. "Yeah, completely."

You smirked and gave her a small nod. "What about you?"

Jessie didn't falter under your watchful stare. She could feel her confidence continuing to build as the barriers she'd firmly placed between you two were rapidly destroyed to discover that there was love and acceptance on the other side.

She lifted her top over her head and tossed it by yours. She reached for your arms and gently guided you up onto the bed with her, your hand still on the back of your bra. She reached behind you, adoring the smile you gave her as she did, and undid your bra for you.

Not thinking twice, Jessie dipped her head to begin trailing kisses down your chest. She cupped one of your breasts and pulled the nipple of your other in between her lips to tease it with her tongue. She grinned into you as your hands wandered and dug through her hair.

She continued to attentively discover your breasts and soon you started shimmying out of your pants and were tugging at hers. Her cock now fully alert and ready to go once more, making her even more grateful that you'd started with a blowjob; it took the edge off for her.

Jessie chuckled softly as she lifted her hips so you could remove her clothes. Yes, she was still nervous, but more than anything she felt an undercurrent of safety and affection and it was such a change. One she more than welcomed.

"Holy shit, you're gorgeous," you said as you took in her naked form. Jessie snorted and gave you a frown.

"You're gorgeous. My God, look at you," she said. She glanced down pointedly at her stiff member. "In case you needed proof that you are so fucking sexy."

Your eyes darkened once more and you pulled Jessie into a heated kiss. The kisses between you two earlier were slow and passionate, but these were hungry and needy.

Soon, you tugged gently on her arm, coaxing her up the bed and she allowed herself to be pulled down on top of you, but made sure to position herself not so precariously against you. She took this as her opportunity to start kissing down your body towards your core.

Your grasp tightened on her, urging her to not move further down.

"Stay with me up here," you said.

"Let me take care of you," Jessie said as she began kissing her way downward once more. "You got to taste me," she looked up your torso at you as she laid slow, lingering kisses down your stomach, "I should get to taste you."

You bit your lip and released her, a smirk on your face as she continued to kiss down your body. She shifted down the bed so her head was nestled between your legs. She felt a buzz, lightheaded even, as your scent filled her senses. Her cock was pressed flat against her torso as she lay on the mattress and she had to readily ignore the hints of pleasure from the friction any slight movement of hers created.

She saw the way your fingers dug into the sheets in anticipation and at a glance she could see the way your arousal pooled at your entrance. Another boost of confidence went through Jessie at seeing physical proof that the act you just performed for her wasn't a turn off, and evidently, even turned you on.

Your knees were raised, feet on the bed and she began to kiss her way down your legs, slowly, teasingly - down one side and then the next. She felt affirmed by how your hips subtly bucked up towards her mouth as she got closer and your fingers dug further into the sheets in frustration every time she pulled back.

She showed an ounce of mercy as she traced her tongue along the junction between your legs and core; staying purposefully away from your inner lips and keeping her tongue light and fleeting. She glanced up your body with a grin, pleased with how your chest visibly rose and fell already under her drawn out attention.

When she saw a bead of cum drip past your entrance and down towards the sheets, she finally delved in. She dipped her tongue down and slowly dragged it upward, capturing your dripping juices and finishing with a soft lick at your entrance. Your body tensed up and a small gasp escaped you and before you had even relaxed she placed her tongue flat against your entrance, before tracing diligently upward through your folds.

You squirmed and writhed as she took her time circling around your clit, giving it a playful flick now and then and finally latching her lips around it and sucking as she lapped at you.

"Oh fuck," you panted as you rolled your hips up into her mouth. She loved your reactions and she grinned into you, sufficiently pleased with herself.

Soon your moans grew louder and you clutched the sheets tightly in your hands. Again, Jessie smiled as she felt your legs tighten and flex around her head.

"Oh God, Jess," you breathed as your hips bucked into her face. "I'm so close." Your hands now clawed blindly at the bed.

Jessie stayed steady, ignoring how her cock absolutely throbbed with need. Every movement and sound you made, along with the way you tasted on her tongue, was driving her mad. She hated to think what state she'd be in if you hadn't given her some reprieve earlier.

Your moans reached a fever pitch and your hips began to jerk against her until you froze mid-grind, your back arching off of the bed and juices flooded Jessie's mouth. She stayed with you, wordlessly coaching you through your orgasm until you hips fell back to the bed and gave a few lingering, stuttering movements. Finally, a heavy, satisfied moan left your lips as your body relaxed and Jessie pulled back.

"Oh my God," you breathed and she smirked as you brought your hands up to your face, eventually draping one arm across your eyes and stretched one leg out as you began to recover.

Jessie watched you coming down, clearly content with her performance. She was filled with satisfaction and pride, but it also sparked a need in her to make you feel that way again. She wanted you to reach that high once more, to feel as amazing as you could, and she wanted to be the one to do it.

Old habits died hard.

This is what she did. As the years went on, one way to defend herself was to make certain there was nothing to make fun of. To be good - damn good. To know exactly what to do and how. But she learned this also had drawbacks of its own. It didn’t change how those girls felt about her. She just went from the butt of a joke to a late night call and little more.

So in time, she more or less stopped altogether. Going into this, she was worried about how rusty she was, but those concerns were quelled by the orgasm she just gave you. And now, she wanted more and to give you more.

She kissed the inside of your thigh. Soft and feathery at first before kissing her way inward again.

She gave you a tentative lick, cleaning up the juices that remained on your lips and your body twitched, an immediate whimper escaping your mouth.

Yes, she definitely wanted more.

She took her time, easing you back towards ecstasy as she gently licked and sucked at you until you were rocking up into her mouth yet again.

This time, as your hands began to grip the sheets once more she reciprocated your earlier move and grasped one of your hands and placed it on the back of her head to give you free rein. She smiled as your fingers immediately dug into her crown and gripped her hair tightly.

You didn't change her pace, and instead simply gripped her tightly as if to anchor yourself as she brought you to another high.

At one point, she pushed your legs back to give her greater access. The shift in position elicited a wanton moan from you and you palmed helplessly at your face with your free hand as she sent mounting waves of pleasure through you.

By the time your moans heightened again, Jessie starting to identify the signs of your nearing release, she had to consciously stop from grinding herself against the mattress for some hint of release.

You gripped her hair so tightly as you came that she winced, but she ducked her head to ensure you didn't see. Not that she felt you could notice even if you tried with how your cries filled the room and you writhed against the bed. Besides, she considered it a compliment.

Your body shuddered as she slowed her licks in time with the way your breathing began to calm.

"Oh-oh my God," you panted as you lay there dazed, eyes closed, the movement of your breasts catching Jessie's eyes as you worked to catch your breath. "I need a moment."

Jessie bit back a chuckle, very pleased with herself and simply laid a soft kiss on your thigh before wiping her face and moving up to lay next to you.

"Holy shit," you said when you finally managed to open your eyes and peek over at her.

"So...was it okay?" Jessie asked. She very likely knew the answer, but, you'd asked earlier and she wanted to reciprocate. And if there was something else you wanted, she wanted to know that too.

You shot her a withering stare.

"Come on," you said. Her expression must've betrayed her, because you next comment was, "Oh yeah. I see your little smirk. You know damn well how much I enjoyed that." You gave a light huff of a laugh. "And if not, I'm sure the cum on the sheets or whatever was surely dripping down your chin should've been a telltale sign."

Jessie blushed at your language and candor, but she liked it.

"Well, you asked me the same earlier and I thought it was pretty obvious how much I liked it," she countered.

You chuckled, closing your eyes once more for a couple of seconds before responding. "Well, I guess I didn't know how to read your reactions throughout. I'll learn though. My reactions? My neighbours could tell you how good you were. Which will be totally embarrassing if I run into them anytime soon, but, worth it."

Jessie tried to tamp down her smile to avoid appearing smug, but felt her face growing warmer despite whatever satisfaction she felt.

"I see you're ready to go again," you said with a lilt in your voice and a purposeful glance down at Jessie's erection.

"Oh." Jessie's face burned hotter. She shook her head mildly. "That's fine. It'll go away eventually. Or whatever."

Jessie's curiosity piqued as you studied her face for a couple of moments, before suddenly she found herself on her back with you straddling her waist.

"I can help, you know," you said lightly with a gleam in your eye. You pushed your hips back, making brief, teasing contact with her length to prove your point.

"Oh," Jessie voiced as a rush of anxiety went through her while she inadvertently dug her fingers into your hips. You took it as affirmation as rocked against her once more. If the fleeting contact with her cock wasn't enough, having your hot, wet heat rub against her abs was sending her into a daze.

"I, um," she stammered as she tried to think through the pleasure and distraction of you rocking against her body, "I didn't bring any condoms with me," she said as she stared at your waist, mesmerized by how your hips were moving. She forced herself to look you in the eye. "I had no idea this was happening tonight."

You stilled entirely and a puzzled expression slowly crossed your features.

"Condoms?" You asked. Soon you nodded as though reasoning with yourself. "For like, safety. Staying clean - all that, right?" You rolled your eyes at yourself. "Obviously. That makes total sense."

"Well...yeah," Jessie shrugged. As she started to elaborate, she found her gaze flitting away, newfound nervousness rising through her chest. "But, probably the bigger thing is, you know, birth control and all that."

"What?" You asked, clearly surprised. Jessie felt herself growing meek, but she resisted as best she could.

"Yeah," she responded, trying to sound nonchalant. "That aspect is...anatomically accurate as well."

She could practically see your mind reeling. She subconsciously began kneading your hips in some attempt to calm you.

"So, um. Yeah," she said, unable to find the right words.

She watched you carefully, vigilantly looking for any hint of what you were thinking or how you might react. The seconds passed and her heart pounded louder and louder in her ears. She looked at you with a concerned frown.

"Say something, please."

A/N: It was FAR too long to fit into one chapter. I'm working on the next part - if you've read my stuff, you know where I'm leaning with this condom situation lol - let me know your thoughts; I can still go a couple of different directions.

Tag requests: @multifandomlesbianic @marvelwomen-simp @kathleenmikaelson

[nawoken]

omg i just read the soulbond au and im just so giddy FBEVSBDK could i request for reader writing the first year's (platonic ortho and grim if youd like :D) names on their wrist under the and how they'll react to it like if their soulmate doesnt want them it just means they're free to pick whom they love right?

Time will heal all wound

(TWST x Broken Soulbond! Reader)

5.C: Yayyy My first request (O vO)

This is kinda short though :'D)

Pairing: First-year students x g/n Reader (Ortho and Grim will be platonic)

Warning: :D)

It's not something too special, just their name, written on your wrist, as simple as that. But they can't help but drown in love. You've bewitched them without using magic, Prefect.

Ace Trappola

The moment you show him his name, written neatly on your wrist, he is speechless.

Wahh Prefect, he doesn’t know you are soooo head over heels for him like this.

He is smug, mischievous even, and he definitely will tease you a lot. But, all that bravado, is just to hide his bashfulness.

Damn it, Prefect. Warn him before you do something like this will ya?!

Have to say, he feels proud and prideful about this. Even something like the bonding between souls can’t even beat the bond between you two.

The type to pick up a pen and ask you to write your name on his wrist to complete the bond.

Deuce Spade

Blushing, stuttering, and embarrassing. He almost dies from overheating.

Took a while for him to calm down, but once he did.

“I will be taking good care of you!!!” He shouts it out like a marriage vow.

Yeah…, I don’t think he calms down enough, but it’s cute.

His gesture is pure sweet and caring. It made you feel wanted. Maybe he’s truly your Soulmate.

If you offer to write your name on his wrist, he will give you his hand and a pen without hesitation. Still a blushing mess though.

He will do his best to live up to the title of your “Soulmate”.

Jack Howl

His tail is wagging a lil bit too much and his attempts to cover it up weren't very successful, including his blushing face.

Jack is happy that you’ve moved on from the pit your Soulmate has pushed you in, and he will try his best to keep your smile on your face.

After all, Jack is a Beastman, and they have much more awareness about marking their mate :>

And having his name written on your wrist? He will cherish them the most out of the first years.

Gotta say he will also let you mark him, I mean write your name on his wrist without hesitation.

Epel Felmier

Heck yeah! He is your Soulmate! :D

Epel is thrilled, but he will hide it under a calm and cool facade.

He doesn't want to look childish or something in front of his Soulmate, real or not.

Your action kinda gives a boost of hate for him toward your original Soulmate due to his competitiveness.

I mean, the only thing your Origin one does is hurt you, how can they be counted as your Soulmate?!

You want to write your name on his wrist to complete the bond? Then you'll have to let him do it too. Erase your work and give him your hand, please.

Sebek Zigvolt

Oh my, I’ve never seen him this silent, what have you done to him, Prefect?

Sebek is having a whole thunderstorm inside his head.

Dude is in the state of denying his feelings for you, but now you have broken the process by coming up to him with his name decorating on your beautiful skin.

He acts so fast, running back to Diasomnia, seeking advice from our mighty former general while yelling out something about waiting for him…

Which might hurt you because you thought that he’s also rejected you…

But worry not, he will come back the day after with courting gift(s) and a statement that his liege has approved your relationship!

You want to have your name on his wrist too? He supposes if it makes you happy then he can accomplish it (He loves it, and will smile every time looks at it!!!)

*** Platonic section ***

Ortho Shroud

Yay, of course, he wants to be your Soulmate, you've always been a sibling figure to him, aside from Idia.

From the day you told him about this, he has always fascinate about it since then.

Not only because it's a thing from your world, one that different than their world, but also because of the power of the bond between two that not even blood relates.

Expects to join his family meeting since then though.

Will let you write your name on his wrist with a twist.

The ink might fade after a few days. So the next time you see him, he already carve your name on so it won't fade away.

Grim

He still doesn't understand. But if it means you're happy then he is fine with it.

If you explain to him that it means you think of him as your family, then it will be different.

He is much quieter, tells you that he doesn't care, gotta do something, don't follow him!

Find somewhere to cry because he is too emotional and doesn't want his Henchman to see his weak side.

Finally, he has a home after many years of being alone.

He might even ask Vil to sew your name on his bow for him and show you with pride. (It means you two are family... right?)

[justice4canyonmoon]

something about y/n losing her virginity to harry? please

I hope you enjoy almost 3k words of the softest filth I've ever written 😉 Also, I pictured this as LHH (my beloved) so that's why he's described as having long hair!

warnings: smut!! 18+ only!! vaginal fingering, nipple play (briefly), p in v sex, loss of virginity, innocent reader, soft dom! harry

WC: 2.8 k

Your parents always told you to wait until marriage. Said it wasn’t “ladylike” to give yourself to someone before you were truly dedicated to one another for life. And for a long time you believed them. But now, you were about to graduate college, and you still hadn’t had sex. Your friends all had: Sarah, Mitch, Adam, Harry, Niall, and all of the other people you hung out with found someone to suit them (with Mitch and Sarah it was each other, which you all totally called your freshman year). But you still hadn’t. And you had to say, you didn’t really believe your parents anymore. You wanted to see what the fuss was about. And you wanted it with Harry.

You had always had a bit of a crush on him: the long curls, bright green eyes, full lips, and dimple had drawn you in when you first met in your math class, but his sweet smile, gentle laugh, and kindness made you fall head over heels. Every time he got a new partner, your heart broke a little more, and every time he broke up with them, it healed again. You went through this vicious cycle all throughout your schooling, but tonight, you thought maybe you could break out of it. Harry had been single throughout your whole senior year, and your friends were hanging out at his place tonight. Maybe you could get him alone…

“Alright, I think you’ve had a few too many, Mitch. I’ll get him home.”

Sarah held her boyfriend up, still giggling at how he could barely get up from the chair. Adam had already gone home, since he had an 8-page final essay due for his writing class, and Niall hadn’t been able to come since he was studying for his music theory final. As soon as Harry finished helping Sarah get Mitch out to her car, he came back to find you still on his couch, taking a small sip from the bottle of hard cider you had been drinking. You purposefully didn’t drink enough to get you drunk, wanting to remember this. Sure, this could go horribly wrong and Harry could reject you and not want to be your friend again. But maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way as you. And you would get what you wanted.

“Will you need a ride home? Or are you okay to drive?” he asked.

You smiled, “I’ve only drank one bottle of cider. I’ll be fine, H.”

He smiled back, sitting beside you once more, “Can’t believe it’s almost over. I’ll miss you all when we go.”

“Me too,” you replied, “but I think I’ll miss you the most.”

Harry quirked up a brow, his smile becoming more of a smirk, “Oh, really? And why would that be?”

You sighed, pushing down your nerves and steeling yourself for a potential rejection.

“Because I want you, H. As more than just my friend.”

You paused, waiting for his answer. You locked eyes, trying to read his expression, but it was unusually blank. There was silence. A bit too much. Then his response.

“I wish you had told me that earlier. Before we were about to move home.”

You took one of his large hands in yours, interlacing your fingers.

“I’ve liked you for so long, Harry. But it seemed like every time I worked up the nerve to say something, you’d be with someone else. I didn’t want that to happen again, so I just didn’t say anything,” you explained.

His eyes softened, holding a twinge of guilt, “Only dated other people because I didn’t think I could be yours. Didn’t want to ruin the friendship.”

He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. You couldn’t help but get a little flustered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“I felt the same way. Except I just stayed single because I’m a loser,” you joked.

A frown stretched across his lips, “No, you’re not. Don’t say things like that.”

“Well no one’s ever fucked me, so I think that might be true.”

And there it was. The invitation you wanted to send. You could only hope that he would accept. 

Harry looked you in the eyes, his expression unusually serious compared to the bright eyed, joyful man you’d come to know.

“I don’t ever want you to think that about yourself. You’re such a lovely person, could never be a loser,” you smiled bashfully at that, but he continued, “and, well, if you’d like to change that…”

He trailed off, knowing you would know what he meant.

“I do, Harry,” you pulled him closer to you, your knees touching because of your close proximity, “I want that with you. I just wouldn’t really know where to start.”

He let go of your hand in favor of cupping your jaw, brushing his thumb against your soft skin, “Would you like me to teach you?”

You nodded, feeling a bit too shy to speak now. Harry smiled reassuringly, gently resting his other hand on your thigh.

“Let me know what you feel comfortable with, okay?”

“Okay,” you managed to get out.

That was all he needed before his lips were on yours. 

They were just as soft as you imagined: plush, pink, and experienced as they moved against your own. You had kissed someone before, so this was at least familiar territory. But soon, he pulled you into his lap, his long curls tickling your skin as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t help but gasp softly in surprise as his hands moved from cupping your cheek to wrapping around your waist. You felt almost dizzy, and it was just a kiss.

Harry pulled away then, looking deep into your eyes, “Still okay?”

You nodded, but he shook his head, “Need you to tell me. I want to make sure I have your full permission for everything we do.”

Your heart swelled. You doubted you’d find any other man who would treat you like this.

“I’m okay, Harry. Still a little nervous.”

He smiled, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you. May I take this off?”

You hadn’t even noticed he was tugging on your shirt, but his question brought it to your attention.

Remembering his request, you said, “Yes, H.”

You lifted your arms above your head as he undressed you. You couldn’t help but feel a bit shy at your exposed position, moving your arms to cover yourself.

“Fucking beautiful,” Harry cooed, gently unwrapping your arms from your torso, “don’t need to hide from me, baby, you’re so damned pretty.”

Heat rose to your cheeks again as you mumbled a bashful “thank you.”

“Here, I’ll take mine off too.”

You gawked as Harry stripped his shirt off, revealing his toned and tattooed torso. 

“Glad you’re enjoying the show,” he quipped as he stood from the couch, “but I’m not doing any more until we get to the bedroom. Not taking your virginity on my couch.”

You broke eye contact, slightly embarrassed as you stood up as well, “I didn’t mean to stare, H.”

He gently gripped your hips and leaned forward, lips brushing your ear, “I want you to look, darling.”

As quickly as he stepped into your space, he left it, walking the short distance to his bedroom and gesturing for you to follow. You did, still flustered as you walked past him into the familiar space. Harry closed the door behind you, despite the two of you being alone, and sat on the bed, patting his lap.

“Come here, baby.”

You quickly obeyed, sitting on his lap.

He cupped your face in his hands again, “If at any point you feel uncomfortable, please tell me. It’s okay if we don’t go the whole way today, just want you to feel safe.”

“I’ll tell you, I promise. But I don’t think anything you’ll do will make me feel uncomfortable,” you answered honestly, making him smile.

He leaned in and kissed you again, reintroducing the familiar motions. You went along happily, already addicted to his kisses. But soon, he was gently laying you back until your back was against the mattress. Harry’s hands traveled down your body, stopping at your bra.

“May I?”

“Of course, H.”

He unhooked your bra, throwing it onto the ground carelessly as he took in your fully topless torso. His large hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing against your nipples. You jumped from his touch, making him chuckle.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?” he remarked before replacing his thumbs with his lips, licking and sucking at your pert nipples.

You gasped, grabbing at his luscious curls, “Oh, Harry.” 

You felt him smile against you as he continued his ministrations. You barely noticed his hands traveling down until they tugged at the zipper of your jeans. He looked up at you, silently asking permission.

You nodded, lifting your hips, “Please, H, take them off.”

Harry obliged, undoing the zipper and button of your jeans and tugging them down your legs until you were left in just your panties. He lifted his head and drank you in, tugging down the cotton fabric until you were bare before him. Just like before, you felt a bit shy from the attention, but Harry wasn’t letting you cover up.

“Shit, baby, you’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d be.”

You had lost count of the amount of times you blushed, “Y-you thought about this?”

“So many times,” he confessed, “wanted to be the first one who made you feel good.”

“I’ve wanted that too. For so long. But you can’t do that if you still have your pants on,” you teased.

He chuckled, “I suppose you’re right. Want to help me?”

You nodded eagerly, tugging the zipper down on his ridiculously tight jeans and helping to shove them down his thick thighs. Now all that was separating you was his boxers. There was a sizeable tent in the fabric, and Harry laughed softly again when he caught you staring.

“Want me to take those off, too?”

You nodded, not bothering with words since he knew how needy you were. He guided your hand to the waistband of his underwear, encouraging you to drag them down. And you did so happily.

Holy shit, he was big.

Of course, this was the first time you had seen a cock, so you supposed you didn’t have much to go off of. But it looked big. 

Harry could see the nerves return to your expression, “Don’t worry, lovely. It won’t hurt. I’ll open you up a bit first. Lay back down.”

You listened, laying your head back on the plush pillows as Harry leaned forward, hovering above you. His hands gently ran along your thighs. You knew he was doing it to make sure that you were comfortable, but quite honestly, you were beginning to get a little impatient.

“Want it, H. Need your fingers.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Not so shy anymore, hm? Am I making you wait too long?”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer his question, running his fingers through your folds to collect your wetness on his fingers. The response you would’ve had came out as a choked moan as you watched him slip his fingers into his mouth.

“Taste so fucking good,” Harry groaned, “definitely eating this perfect pussy next time.”

Heat rose to your cheeks once more at the implication that there would be a next time. But you didn’t have much of a chance to think about it as he used those fingers to spread your pussy open.

“So pretty,” he murmured almost to himself, dragging his fingers through your wet folds.

“Please, Harry,” you whined, tired of being teased.

He smiled at you, “Don’t worry, baby. Said I’d take care of you.”

And his first finger entered you, stretching your entrance in a way it hadn’t been before. Sure, you’d used your own fingers and a toy or two. But it was so different in the best way when someone else did it. 

“Shit,” you gasped as he stretched you open, smirking at how tight you were against just one of his fingers.

“Relax for me, baby. Gonna need at least one more finger, if not two to make sure you’re nice and ready for me.”

You willed yourself to relax, allowing yourself to sink into the pillows as he pressed inside of you. He pulled out completely before re-entering with two fingers, making you moan out in pleasure.

“Oh fuck! Harry!”

“That’s it, beautiful. Look so good taking my fingers like this,” he praised, curling his fingers inside of you, “bet you’ll look even prettier with my cock.”

“Want it, Harry, please,” you begged.

“Not yet, pretty. Need to make sure you’re nice and stretched open for me.”

He took his sweet time, teasing you with the slow drag of his fingers. The sounds coming from your pussy were obscene, wetness squelching around his fingers as he fucked you. You could feel the coil in your belly and your pussy clenched around him.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Can feel you squeezing me.”

You nodded, already too far gone to speak. Harry smirked, then leaned in to suck your clit. 

You saw stars, vision becoming slightly fuzzy as you experienced the best orgasm of your life. He fucked you through it, fingers not stopping as you soaked them.

“That’s it, pretty. So good for me,” he praised.

When you came down from your high, Harry smirked at you, “Think you're ready for this cock, baby?”

“Please, Harry! Need to feel you in me, please,” you begged, not particularly caring if you sounded desperate. 

He rolled a condom over his cock and lined himself up with your entrance.

Harry’s expression turned serious again, “Promise you’ll tell me if it hurts at all.”

You nodded, “I will, H, promise.”

Satisfied with your answer, he leaned in and kissed you softly as his tip breached your entrance. You gasped softly: if you thought his fingers stretched you out, it was nothing compared to the girth of his cock. Harry murmured soft encouragements into your skin as he slowly entered you, filling your pussy for the first time. You couldn’t speak even if you wanted to, the only sounds escaping your lips were broken whimpers. Soon, he was fully sheathed inside of you, making you the fullest you had ever been in your life.

“Harry,” you whined.

He smiled at you, lovingly brushing your hair from your face, “Feel okay, baby?”

You nodded, “So full. Move, please?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no if you asked so politely. So slowly, he rolled his hips, testing the waters. The sweet moan that spilled from your mouth was enough confirmation that you were ready. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a slow yet still somehow relentless pace as he fucked you. Choked gasps and whines fell from your lips with abandon as Harry pounded you. It was absolute bliss. He looked like an angel, long hair framing his perfect face as his brow was furrowed in concentration, determined to make you feel good.

“So good, Harry,” you managed to gasp out to assuage his worries.

He smiled then, lips brushing your temple as he continued his slow, yet powerful thrusts, “Yeah? You like it?”

“Love it,” you moaned as he brushed a spot inside of you, “Right there, H.”

“Here?” he asked cheekily as he hit that spot again, turning you into a pile of mush.

Harry sped up a bit, sensing that you could take more. You moaned desperately as he continued to hit that perfect spot inside of you with every thrust. His cock filled you deliciously, and quite honestly, you didn’t know how you went without it until now. 

“Fuck, feel like I’m gonna cum soon, your pussy is just too perfect. Are you close, pretty?”

You nodded, feeling the coil in your belly once more, “So close, Harry! Please!”

“Need you to cum so I can. C’mon baby, give it to me,” he commanded. 

One of his thumbs moved between your bodies, skillfully rubbing your clit. You writhed around his as your orgasm slammed into you, completely taking your breath away. Somehow, it was even better than the first one, your vision blurring even more as you clenched around him. You vaguely heard yourself whimpering his name brokenly as he spilled into the condom, groaning as he found his release. You were brought back to reality from the feeling of his lips brushing against yours, and you responded to his kiss as best you could.

He smiled, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks, “Was that good for you, baby?”

“Absolutely perfect, Harry. Thank you,” you answered shyly, running your fingers through his curls.

You may not be going to college together anymore in a few weeks, but you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d see him. Not when he treated you better than any other man possibly could.

[applejuicefruit]

GURL I LUV UR ANGST

could make like the reader confess to kylian,he reject her coldly and then the reader end up with someone and kylian immidiately regrets

thank u if ur doing luv ur writings

this 😩

kylian mbappe x reader

tw : just a lot of angst, kylian being mean and a bit toxic

Stone cold

“Kylian…please say something” you told him as you stared at him with teary eyes. You just confessed to Kylian, your best friend, that you were in love with him. You knew it wasn’t going to end well but you couldn’t handle seeing him with a new girl every weekend again, it pained you too much knowing you just probably ruined everything you and Kylian built in these past years but you couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. He needed to know. What you didn’t expect was to seeing him there, standing in front of you completely speechless, almost if you just dropped a bomb.

“What-what do you want me to say?” he asked you softly.

“Something. Anything. Kylian…” you almost begged.

“Y/n…you know I care for you…” you let a few tears fall, preparing yourself for what was about to come.

“But?” you asked him, this time avoiding his look.

“But…but I don’t love you…I’ll never love you un the way you want me to…” ouch, that broke you “…I’m so sorry y/n…I really am” he looked down.

“No-no it’s fine…you don’t have to love me, I just wanted you to know what I feel for you, you had to know…I’m sorry if I ruined everything, our friendship…” you whispered.

“It’s going to be a little different now…but I care for you…I really do y/n and I think you should know that” he took your hand and gently placed a kiss on it “you’re my best friend and I can’t imagine living in a world where we are not friends…” he laughed a bit.

“Well…that’s good…you know what? Just forget everything I said, I don’t want anything to ruin our friendship, you mean too much for me Kyky” you laughed too.

“Don’t worry…what happened would never change what we have, I promise you” he said and even if you were hurting, you were a bit relieved that he didn’t hate you.

“I promise you” my ass, you thought.

From the day you confessed to him, he became more distant, most of the times leaving you on read or replying with “I’m busy”. You knew it was because of what you told him but from going to completely avoiding you?

He missed your movie nights three times in a row, coincidence?

He wouldn’t answer your calls and he was debating if he was supposed to unfollow you or not.

So that’s what you get once you’re true to your feelings?

You got tired of waiting for him to write you or call you back so you started ignoring him too. You started avoiding your common friends and you missed his last games too, his family was surprised when they didn’t see you there. You were the one to unfollow him first ;

if he didn’t want anything to go with you why would you keep following him and seeing everything he posted?

You got to a point where you didn’t even care. Of course you were still heart broken and you knew it would take time to heal completely but if he didn’t want you in his life then you wouldn’t care about him too.

Everything changed when you decided to get your first tattoo. It was a simple and little butterfly but it was like a point of start for you. You met the tattoo artist and somehow you felt attracted to him. Matt, it was his name. As you got to know more each other and became friends you felt like you could really live without Kylian.

Matt was handsome, tall and covered in tattoos. His hair dark black and a few piercings covering his face, nothing too excessive tho. He was the complete opposite of Kylian, he didn’t even like football and honestly you were great for it. He was the one to make the first move, asking you out on a date and even if you promised yourself that you wouldn’t fall in love again you couldn’t help it. That man was kind and patient with you, deciding not to rush anything when you told him how Kylian treated you and he swore that if he ever saw Kylian he would punch him in the face.

One night you and Matt were taking a walk around Paris as you just got out of one of the nicest restaurants here in Paris when you heard his voice calling your name.

“Y/n?” it was Kylian calling you from behind.

“Do you want me to punch him?” Matt whispered to you as you laughed.

You both turned around and watched as Kylian approached you.

“Hey Kylian…” you whispered while Matt held you closer to his body.

“Is it a bad moment?” he asked a bit embarrassed.

“Yes” Matt answered sarcastically.

“No…do you need anything?” you asked him this time.

“Can we talk for a minute?” he asked you.

“I’ll go get the car” Matt told you before kissing your cheek and leaving.

“So…how have you been?” Kylian asked you.

“I’ve been better” you said “but I’m good now” you said again.

“Great…can I ask you why-why did you stop coming at the games?” he asked this time.

Was he serious?

“Why did you stop answering my calls? Why did you stop talking to me?” you asked this time.

“Y/n…I-“ he tried to explain “I needed time to think” he said.

“Think what?”

“About that night, about what you told me…” he said.

“No Kylian…you said it wouldn’t ruin our friendship…you promised me!” you screamed, at this point you didn’t care if people were going to listen “You said you couldn’t live without me being in your life! said that our friendship was important, and that you cared about me! But you were the one to ignore me first, you were the one that stopped texting me or answering my calls!” you were letting all out “You are the one who didn’t want me in his life anymore Kylian!” you felt your heart pounding in your chest so fast you thought it was going to explode.

“Y/n…please calm down…” he tried to touch you but you shoved him away.

“You left me completely broken…and not because you didn’t love him but because with your actions you made it very clear you didn’t want me in your life anymore…Kylian you have no idea how much you made me suffer…” your breathing got more accelerated and you felt you were on the verge of a panic attack.

“I just want you to know how sorry I am…I never meant to hurt you, believe me please” he let a few tears fall “…I needed time to think because I never realised how important you were to me, how much I love you…you have to believe me” he begged.

“No Kylian, don’t! Don’t play with my feelings again…you broke me once, you won’t do it twice…” you said crying.

“I know…I know and I’ll never forgive myself”

“It’s been three months and you couldn’t find a way to tell me you loved me? Am I joke to you?” you asked him.

“No no no no please y/n, I never meant to play with your feelings, I know I made you suffer…but please, forgive me, give me one chance…” he was crying too.

“A chance for what? It’s been three months and now that I’m finally happy with someone you came and expect me to tell you ‘Oh Kylian, thank you, I love you so much’ - that’s not how the real world works…you lost me Kylian… you lost me the day you promised me that nothing will ever change between us and when the next day you stopped caring about me…I’m not a toy…so now, I have someone who really cares for me and who’s waiting for me…” you said turning your back to Kylian as you kept sobbing.

That night you and Kylian both cried, the only difference was that you had someone who was there for you, someone who was ready to show you what real love was while Kylian spent the night crying all alone, because when he realised he lost the lost important person was too late.

[sorendeimos]

✮ Things Severus will never say ✮

↳ a look through his diary

The pain I feel is wholly insignificant in the face of your betrayal. Oh sure, we have fought and hurt before but this time the pain I feel at your hand is so raw, so visceral, that the only way to soothe it is understanding that you are smiling. Your happiness trumps the pain I feel… I just wish you hated him like we used to so that it didn’t hurt so much when that smile was directed at him.

—after the rejected apologies

They scream and yell today. And yesterday. And every day since. Father doesn’t like when I do magic, Mother says it’s normal for My age and to just not show Father what I can do.

—age 8, 7 months after his first accidental magic

I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM

— after his father hit him for the first time, age 8

ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM ILL KILL HIM

—after his father hits his mother the first time, age 8

I met a girl today that’s just like me. She had hair like fire and eyes like spring. I want to be Her friend.

—after meeting Lily, age 9

I told Her she’s like me. She seemed relieved. I hope She isn’t like me entirely.

—after telling Lily she’s a witch, age 9

Lily and I spend almost every day together, but never at my house. She’s too good for that place.

—on spending time with Lily, age 9, almost 10.

Petunia is the worst. I hope She gets a bee caught up that horrid upturned nose of hers.

—on Petunia, age 10

Mother has told me about Hogwarts today. She says I will be sorted Ravenclaw for my mind and thirst for knowledge. I want to be in Slytherin, to follow Her footsteps.

—on going to Hogwarts, age 10

I’m unsure what hurts more. My pride or losing my first friend. The person on whom I could depend. Who I was changing for. Who looked at me and still believed I had some semblance of good inside, even when I’d proven time and again I don’t. And now I don’t have Her so what, pray tell, is the fucking point. I’ll write to Lucius in the morning.

—after the Assault

The Malfoys, while newly-wed, are gracious hosts. I find comfort in Their home unlike anywhere I’ve ever been before. The future seems promising, and Lucius intends to speak with a benefactor on my potions skill. I shall have word back before Easter on career prospects under the sponsorship of this benefactor. If all goes well, my mastery funding will be secured, a job for after lined up, and I will no longer worry about feeding myself in the off season. Things are looking up for once.

—after Christmas, age 16

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I wish that the love he feels for me didn’t exist some days. He smiles at me and it feels like the sun on my skin after months of winter. He touches my hand and my skin feel alight and ablaze. It will hurt when he leaves me.

—Severus on Remus, age 15

The wolf has some fucking nerve attempting to lecture me on how to teach my class. As if he isn’t a beast in a man’s clothing. As if he isn’t a predator waiting to strike me dead.

—Severus on Remus, age 35

Potter and Black hate me, and I don’t know why. They just do… just like Father then. I suppose it's par for the course.

—musing about the marauders, age 11

I miss you. God, how I miss you. It’s been several months and it still hurts so much. So very much. Harry is safe, Dumbledore will not tell me where he is, but he is safe. Cared for. I hope he is loved. I wish I had not chosen this path. The one that took you away. But I am here now and I will work harder now to fix my mistakes. There’s clean-up to be done, people to put away. Wounds to heal, I only hope that if you look down on me, it is not with scorn with which you do it. Albus thinks this war is not over. If it isn’t… I’ll protect him. I’ll protect him with my life, I swear this. I will do for him what I should have from the beginning with you. I will change. I will be better. I will keep him safe.

—6 months after the Potters’ deaths.

He is more like his father than I expected. This will be tying. I will keep my promise but it will… be a trial.

—after Harry comes to Hogwarts

Give me patience, Lily, your son is every bit your husband and I regret to say I rise to his taunts every time. Patience, for strength, will send me to Azkaban and him to an early grave.

—sometime in Harry’s third year

This is my last entry. It has been years since the war began, longer than expected, and I will likely not make it out. I only pray the souls I doomed forgive me, but I don’t blame Them if not.

—the final page, day before the Battle.

[tojikai]

In Another Universe...

Pairing: Toji x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Implied death (?)

NOTE: I just really like written letters. AND I miss Toji.

"My love for him could cross the harsh waters of the oceans and still arrive undamaged."

Once there was a man sitting by the ocean, his hair moving with the wind. His eyes focused on the vast body of water in front of him. The horizon gave him a loving look as it bade him goodbye. Albeit fading with each second that passes, it let him feel the warmth of her touch like how the smoke dances for the eyes as it dissipates into thin air. 

There was a chime-like sound beside his feet, as the tightly sealed bottle repeatedly tapped on the rocks. Calling out to him, like how a siren melodically serenades her prey before pulling them into the abyss. Like a hand grabbing his, begging to be saved before the cruel waters pulls it and drown it again. 

His eyes were glued to the rolled paper inside—brownish and marked with ink—obviously bearing a message to be found. 

He quickly grabbed the bottle, wiped the moisture with his shirt, and gave his all to open the lid. It was almost like its content was calling out to him. The amount of strength he gave in pulling the bottle's seal was nothing compared to how much air it took out of his lungs as he read the letter of a lover to a former one. 

My dearest,

There has not been a single day where you do not cross my mind. How much time has passed since I last saw you? I hope you're living a better life now. How's your love, my love? I hope she keeps you warm every night and loves you each day. 

Only if you knew, there's nothing I wouldn't give just to be in her place even for a day.

But to be someone you loved, I have experienced it all already. And although it didn't last here with you, it still does in my memory. There's no way I'd forget how I was given the chance to feel all of you—your touch, the beat of your heart, the heat radiating from your soul. 

And even if you didn't feel that same way with mine, I assure you, my love for you has never changed nor faltered. Not even once, not even a bit. 

How I long to be the person who brings out the best in you. Just like how she did and probably how she still does. Surrendering you was the hardest decision I had ever made but I learned from my father that we must learn to submit all things that don't belong to us. I was thinking that maybe even though I had you all those years, you were not meant to be mine. Maybe I wasn't deserving of you, my love, but the Gods are witnesses to how hard I tried. 

When you chose her over me, I already knew that I had to surrender. When you rejected my embrace, I suffered my first death.

And maybe you were hers all along. And I just happened to pick you up when you were drifting in the seas. I just happened to be a ship but you had found the way to your beloved homeland. And dear, my soul ached as I prayed every night that you'd change your mind and decide to sail in these harsh seas with me again. Turns out, I was only meant to deliver you to the place where you want to be.

As days went by, I learned that nothing else matters but your happiness. And as long as you're happy, I'll be okay. Even as I lay here in this cold bed, praying that my wounds get to heal and my scars get to fade before I watch my final sunset, I'll be okay. Because I know that you're spending your every day in love. 

I spent all my days loving you too, please know that. I know that you'd love her greater than you did love me, and that's okay. We're meant to feel more for the people who gave us more. But darling, even if I couldn't give you much, know that I loved you with all that I got, with all that I am. 

I pray that when I reach my point of delirium, my hallucinations would be you bursting through the door, asking me to run away with you. Then, I'd be happy to go. And if not, then that's okay. Leaving this world knowing that you are living your life without heartache is enough. 

So, be happy, okay? Build her the world, take her to space. Make her your universe, honey. And I'll make you my song. I'll close my eyes to you. I'll gladly let my memories of you lull me to eternal sleep.

My heart will yearn for you forever, even as it stops beating and turns to dust. The remaining half of my soul will ache for you even as it wanders these freezing lands. 

When I go, I pray that I end up in another universe where you also exist, and maybe there, you'll let me run into your arms again. 

Let’s meet again someday, my love. 

Eternally yours,

Y/N

There was a moment of silence as the letter came to a close. Only then had the man realize that a familiar voice in his head was reading it for him. It wasn’t just a letter he found. It was a heart, longing for someone who went away. It was a heart, tearing itself apart just so the words could flow out of it—words that will never ever be spoken. 

Letting the tears stream down his face, the man turned the paper to check the backside. There was a note, for him—the reader who got the drifting bottle.

To the person who will get this, please keep the letter safe. Perhaps, you can also let the ocean protect it again if you want. Let it drift in the bottle to its ends but I beg of you not to destroy it or throw it away, for it is the only forever that I can get with the love of my life. 

Was this the woman he refused to give another chance to years ago? 

[pandoraimperatrix]

Hitsuzen 

NejiHina | 866w | Melodrama | Read on AO3

For NejiHina Week day 1 - Fate/Destiny

For more information about the NejiHina Week find @nejihinata

Hitsuzen, the noun '必然 (ひつぜん)' refers to the state of being inevitable, unavoidable or bound to happen. It expresses the idea that something is a necessary consequence or result, and cannot be avoided or prevented. '必然' suggests a strong sense of certainty and predetermination.   The Kanji are characters that represent meanings. This word is made up of 2 Kanji:   The kanji "必" means "Inevitable" and "Certain" and can be read as "Hitsu" and "Kanara". And The kanji "然" means "Sort of thing" and "In that case" and can be read as "Sa", "Nen", "Zen" and "Shika". 

Fate is what doomed you to yourself, in the prison of inadequacy. 

Destiny doomed you to me. Or was it the other way around? 

Have you been born a civilian princess or just a civilian, excuse me if it is harder to me to imagine you common even if not of shinobi blood, you would have been free. 

But you wouldn't be mine. 

Is it alright, my lady? If I don't regret it? If don't pity your sorrowful luck? 

We, the one born in shackles, we don't want for much, so we have trouble denying ourselves certain less than pure desires, and we have even more trouble, pitying the ones born in privilege. 

A caged bird can wish for the moon all he wants knowing that he will never have it. And, after all, if you know what you want and you can get it, there is little profit in wishing? 

You can want for more and even get it. I will want for you my whole life and all I’ll ever have is your back. 

Fate took one good look at me, unfit as I was to the live in captivity, but willing to sing my slave song contently forever if only to see you smile and laughed. It twisted destiny so the little I had was stolen to protect you, making me aware of the fact that my wings would grow bent and crooked unable to spread wide in confinement. 

How unfair the path ahead of me stretched and that you, Hinata-sama, was not the moon. 

Destiny made your eyes stray... I could love even the right to be your shadow and it was my fault. 

Resentment is expressive, something I thought I could afford, but I forgot myself and my standing. When you think you have nothing is when you discover you have much to love and I, my lady, I lost you. 

I lost you, well, that's a lie, and an arrogant one. I never had you, it was always the other way around and it didn't matter how much tempted fate and acted smart, some things are beyond the wills of individuals and someone born in captivity, my lady, I'm not even master of my own destiny, I have no way to buy my freedom, and even after fate drove me back to you... I had little will to fight for it. 

I have little will to fight against anything that may drive me closer to you, and the warmth of your sunlit presence, I know, it's the closest I, a caged creature, will ever get to the sun. 

But, fate is cruel, I've told you so many times, as destiny allowed me to return by your side, reclaim my birthright as your vassal, all that I rejected being for almost a decade; your keeper and shield. Later, due to your immense generosity, I also became your confidant and teacher, your friend. 

I knew, it wouldn't last forever, and it would not be without cost. 

The toil of having you so close, of seeing from the first row your growth and success, all the destiny defying hard work you put up in pursuit of another's acknowledgment weights in my heart. 

Nights become sleepless, and my meditations are filled with torturing fantasies in which elsewhere in the universe, fate is kind and I remained faithful to you from the very start, and the place of beloved in your heart was destined to me. 

Outlandish fantasies in which our love healed the old curse, and made us free. 

Wouldn't that be something of a fairy tale? 

I'm sorry, I sound ridiculous even to myself. I, who pride myself for being a pragmatic man, but you my lady, you are bad influence to me. 

And when I touch you to fix your posture, and you look at me, drinking every word I say in our lessons together, when you smile... I can almost believe the impossible and that you might... 

No. 

Some desires can only hurt, and there is no profit in wishing for something you lost to your own hubris. 

I shall remember my place in the family, in your heart, and don't tempt fate to take the little I'm keeping of us. 

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We have a still very fatalistic Neji here. Not that he ever grew out of it. If anything he got worse in that aspect after the chunnin exams. He is around 15 in this story, hopeless in love with Hinata the poor thing. He does not get better lmao. 

[jayweek]

'Just the Two of Us' - where two best friends who secretly have feelings for each other go camping, but they didn’t expect to fall under the effect of a rare spell.

This is just for entertainment. I wanted to return to creative writing in honor of my teenage years. It’s a totally fictional universe. Thank you! Have fun! Stream xo! <3

genre: fluff, friends to lovers. sunghoon ff. words in this chapter: 1.3k. estimated time for reading: between 5 to 10/11 minutes.

tw: mention of a past car accident with no details.

© jayweek on tumblr

Welcome! You are on the first chapter (1/2). Final chapter here 💌

________

Y/N pov.

"I want you to be happier, Y/N," Sunghoon insisted, trying to get me out of the house. After a car accident I was in, I don’t feel safe going out.

"But where would I go? I don’t even want to hear noisy cars or be in this city. Everything tires me out here..."

Sunghoon and I have been best friends since high school. We share our fears and hopes for the future. But we are more private about our romantic relationships. Well, I know why I don’t talk to him about my so-called 'romantic relationships.' But ever since, Sunghoon has always been a very reserved guy, and what scares me the most is that I think he must have astronomical standards to date someone. He always rejected offers from other girls, even from boys, who confessed their feelings to him. He wasn’t interested in the cheerleader, the senior top of class girl, or the captain of the football team. So, what’s his type?

"Y/N?" he woke me from my thoughts, laughing. "Daydreaming? Let me know when you land."

"Oh, I was just thinking a bit... so what’s your plan? Where are we going?"

"We’re going camping!" - he seems very happy about it!

"Camping? But what about wild animals?"

"Oh, Y/N, stop being such a scaredy-cat, I won’t let you die from mosquito bites!" he laughed uncontrollably.

I thought a bit about the situation... It couldn’t be that bad. And Sung always took good care of me.

"Okay. I’m only going because I know it’s because you want to see me better." - I tried to smile even I'm a bit scared of the bears in the forest. I heard they were here when I was a child!

"Yes! Finally!" - he cheered.

______

The following Saturday, the best friends were ready!

Y/N left her house, messaging Sunghoon that she would be a bit late to the street they agreed on because she had to buy extra repellent.

Sunghoon planned for them to camp in a permitted area near the forest reserve. Since the way there was along a quiet, almost deserted road, and close enough that the two could walk there, without needing any other kind of transportation.

Sunghoon only brought one tent, hoping Y/N would forget hers. He laughed at this thought, not taking it seriously because he thinks something like that would never really happen since Y/N is overly prepared for all possible unforeseen events.

Y/N arrived overloaded with equipment, food, blankets, repellents, and even a baseball bat.

"You’re not planning to kill me with that baseball bat, are you?" he said, laughing.

"Of course not, idiot," she joked. "It’s in case I have to defend you from a huge bear!"

"I already told you, silly!" he joked. "There are no bears here, I assure you."

"Then let’s go already because this is heavy!"

They shared the load and began their walk to the plain where they would set up their tents. Which were two.

________

Arriving at the camping spot, Y/N was amazed at her best friend’s choice. The place indeed seemed tranquil and ideal for healing a stressed heart. The grass looked freshly mowed. The trees were varied and well-maintained, but most were tall eucalyptus. Other considerable-sized trees were apple trees. The chosen plain for our tents seemed quite safe; and the best part was that it was reasonably close to a beautiful lagoon where the ducks from the environmental reserve usually swam a bit during the day. Since they are harmless animals, they have a lot of freedom to walk around the plain.

_______

Sunghoon pov.

"I brought the sweets we love!" I said, showing the brigadeiros and beijinhos I made this afternoon for our camping trip.

"Wow, it’s been a while!"

S/N smiled, probably remembering that we haven’t made these sweets in a long time, as we’ve been a bit busier with the end of the college semester approaching.

When we were high school students, we made these sweets to sell, and we were great! The best! Were we closer before? Why do I feel differently about her now? I think it’s because we’re adults now. Despite Y/N’s playful expression, I still feel she’s more mature than I am. Truly a woman of courage...

"So, S/N... are you into anyone?"

She choked on the brigadeiro.

"No, why? Are you into someone? Need help?" - she seems excited talking about love.

She was more alert than ever with that question I asked... it was to be expected, we never talked about these things despite being so close in many other aspects. Our humor matches, our future plans have similar visions, and all of this is very... tempting for me... because I feel like I don’t want to connect with anyone else but Y/N. Not that I’m obsessed with her. But since I have her in my life, I feel like I don’t need anyone else. She’s everything I’ve always wanted in a person... wait... oh no!

"Looks like you’re really in love! Smiling while thinking!"

"Stop being silly, you know I don’t fall in love easily! Silly!" I paused to think a bit more. "You’re the one crushing on Jake, your neighbor!"

"Jake? Gross! Ew!"

She squirmed, laughing with a disgusted expression. One of the funniest things I’ve ever seen! Y/N, please don’t give me hope... Wait, she’s my best friend, I can’t fall for her.

"You never thought of him differently, Y/N? I’m sure he feels something for you."

"Are you jealous?" she said, laughing. "He’s not my type, Sung."

"Of course, I’m not jealous, I’m just worried because neither of us ever 'gets out of the rut'." My tone calmed a bit, needing to stop joking because I really wanted to understand this phenomenon happening to us.

"True... I thought about that too recently! Do you have high standards for liking someone?" - Wait. Does she thinks about it too?

"Me? No... I don’t think so. I just don’t want to waste time on something that isn’t good for me. I want to be 100% sure of what I’m getting into." - I said.

"Then, maybe we’re still single because something very special awaits us!" - she is hopeful!

"I hope so!" - I really hope.

"Oh! I didn’t know you were so romantic, Sung!"

She said, smiling sweetly and lightly hitting my shoulder. She sounds like she really cares about love. Almost a romantic too, I guess!

The night was almost starting to fall, so I had to hurry to set up the tents and the fire before it got too cold.

"Ah! Please! Love won’t set up my tents, silly!"

We joked as we always did. Then, we ate one or two more brigadeiros, and I went to work on our tents.

"I’ll go get firewood and anything for the fire over there!"

"Go ahead, brave lady!"

She stuck her tongue out at me and went to look for firewood. I was really surprised at how easily she got used to the place. Where are the bears now, huh?

________

Sunghoon began setting up the tents. There was a stake that confused him while setting up the first tent. He left the instruction manual at home, thinking he wouldn’t need it since it’s a technically simple tent to set up. So he started walking around with the stake on the ground, thinking where it would be suitable. He walked around three times to the left and twice to the right and finally found the correct spot for the tent stake and drove it into the ground.

After, he heard a branch snap. And another. And another one. He got really scared at the third one, his heart racing, like having a sudden realization, an epiphany. He thought it was S/N breaking the wood for the fire, but the third snap really seemed more like it was from a bear. He shook his head, as there are no bears in this region. It couldn’t be that. Some specific words came back to his mind, "Then, maybe we’re still single because something very special awaits us!" and he felt a shiver down his arms.

"Oh! I must really be cold."

______

S/N pov.

I felt a strange chill down my arms. I think it’s time to find Sunghoon and give him this firewood.

[punsmaster69]

11/FEB/20XX

got to practice my healing magic some more today as frisk continually papercut themselves during the construction of a heart garland.

"starting to wonder if that paper's red from paint or your 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 at this point, kiddo."

"I'm not bleeding 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 much."

frisk re-did a section they messed up from being cut, extra careful not to get sliced in the same way twice.

"so..."

"you just make these garland thingies for every holiday now, huh?"

turning to look at me, expression completely unchanged -

"Yes."

they answered confidently.

"..all right then."

they put glue around the edges of a paper heart and dipped it in glitter; repeating this process until they had however many shiny hearts they deemed 'enough'.

by this point, i'd already come to accept the glitter that was going to be everywhere forever.

that stuff doesn't come out of carpet well.

however, apparently me staring at the glitter going everywhere gave frisk a terrible idea.

"Hey, Sans. Look at me for a second."

i did.

i shouldn't have.

with a handful of glitter, frisk blew as hard as they could to coat my face in a glittery pink.

". . . ."

they couldn't stop laughing.

i took what i could off, eventually sure i had to have gotten most of it.

there was a knock at the door.

"Hello, Sans."

"I am here to pick Frisk up."

"Waitwaitwait, I'm almost done! Give me like five more minutes?"

"...Alright, five minutes it is."

"Me and Sans will be outside chatting in the meantime."

"Got it."

frisk sped up their paper-snipping.

"don't cut yourself again in the five minutes i'm not with you, ok?"

"I haven't cut myself THAT many times!"

"...."

".....Okay. I'll be more careful."

me and tori stepped just outside the door. the weather was just cool enough to still be pleasant.

she looked at me and started to say something before pausing.

"..Your eyesockets are looking quite glittery today!"

"."

"it's."

"it's still there??"

"If you mean-"

"the glitter."

"..Yes, it is."

"goddamn it."

"It is not a terrible look."

"thought i got all the glitter out. thought wrong, apparently."

"How did this happen, anyway?"

frisk would definitely get in trouble if i told toriel they blew glitter in my face.

i rejected that avenue of petty revenge.

"fell asleep without realizing i went face-first into the stuff."

"I see."

"If you are really so determined to remove it immediately, perhaps we could try some tape."

"worth a shot."

frisk looked confused when we re-entered the house.

"It hasn't been five minutes yet. It's been like... three and a half."

"I'm extending your time a bit."

"SICK! For how long?"

"..However long it takes to remove glitter from this skeleton's face."

"Oh."

tori poked around the room for some tape.

confused as to why they weren't being scolded, frisk gave me a questioning look.

"(didn't tell her.)"

"(Why?)"

"('s not a big deal, so why bother?)"

"(..Because you didn't want to bother.)"

"(yup.)"

"(Should've expected a lazy reason for it.)"

"If not here, where might you keep your tape?"

"oh, i think i had it in my room."

"..What for??"

i remembered taping things to a certain card.

"probably broke something. who knows."

"Alright then, I suppose."

"Is it alright if I go in your room?"

"yeah i- uhhhhh."

"actually, hold on."

opening and closing my door behind me, i looked around my room. no way in hell was i deep-cleaning the place, but kicking loose clothes under my bed and straightening the sheets a little was a start.

and by start i mean

"good enough."

then i opened the drawer that valentine's junk and the tape dispenser were sharing space in.

"ok, you can come in."

i kicked the drawer shut. tori entered and closed the door behind her. she looked around and inspected the bed for a moment.

"It is much nicer with a frame, is it not?"

"pretty cozy, i guess. still breaking that habit of flopping onto the floor though."

"Is that what that is for?"

pointing to a light i'd attached to the bottom of my bed.

"to remind me my bed's raised."

"Smart solution."

"May I?"

glancing at my bed.

"go ahead, but fair warning that my sheets'll probably make you smell of funky skeleton odor."

sitting down on the edge of my bed, she laughed.

"I do not mind 'skeleton odor'. Whatever it is that entails."

i sat down next to her.

"so, uh."

"you turnin' me into a tape mummy for this?"

motioning for me to turn around, toriel guided my head to her lap.

"...what's-"

tape was suddenly pressed into my left eye socket.

"....."

"no warning, huh?"

"Sorry. I figured you had understood where this was going."

"well i... certainly understand 𝘯𝘰𝘸."

the experience of having tape put 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 my sockets wasn't any less bizarre and slightly jarring than the experience having tape pulled 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 my sockets, but i think i'm pretty much glitter-free. at least she was more gentle from then on.

when we exited my room, i noticed frisk suddenly had headphones on. i tossed the ball of glitter-coated tape at their head to catch their attention. it bounced onto the carpet. they looked up and took off their headphones.

"Oh, you done making out?"

"Frisk! I was not 'making out' with Sans."

"she was helping me undo 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 mess, y'know."

"I thought you said you fell asleep in the glitter?"

"......"

frisk's face begged me not to tell. once again, i set aside the easy revenge.

"yeah, i did. anyway, you better take 'em home before they sparkle up the place any more."

frisk swept their paper and glitter mess into their bag and hopped up from the floor.

"Did you finish your creation, my child?"

proudly unraveling a glittery paper-heart string.

"Yup."

"It is very pretty! We can hang it up when we get home."

they swung up the front door and darted across the lawn to hop into tori's car.

toriel stopped for a moment, pausing to lock her eyes with mine. with a quick glance backwards to see where frisk was, she bent down a little to raise my hand to her lips.

"returnin' the favor?"

"It is only fair."

she gave a hopeful smile.

"You will visit me on the fourteenth, will you not?"

"..yeah. 'course i will."

[alexsoenomel]

Steal Me With a Kiss (Joel Miller x Reader fluff)

Summary: You and Joel get high.

Pairing: Joel x Reader

Warnings: WEED CONSUMPTION SO MINORS DNI (don't do drugs kids)

Word count: almost 1.4k

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“Darlin’?” He asked, voice a little raspy. Your heartbeat was in your throat. You adored the way he would call you darlin’, baby girl, sweetheart… It was healing in a way – he gave you comfort you lost when your loved ones perished. 

Your fingertips carefully rolled the joint as your mind drifted into the endless abyss of nothingness. There wasn’t anything to think about. It was Sunday and the world was still in shambles, so you just wanted to relax…You didn’t usually smoke weed, maybe once a month, to cheer yourself up and smile for a change. That was when the world was normal and boring. Now, you just rely on your small stash you found in an abandoned mall to ease your mind every couple of months.

As you were about to light up your joint, Joel, who was supposed to be asleep next to you, turned when he heard the sound of the old lighter your dad gave you a long time ago when you used to smoke cigarettes in the backyard while your mom was at work. 

“I’m about to be,” you smiled. You and Joel had some unfinished business in the air. Between him fucking you endlessly and constantly bickering; you two weren’t exactly just friends. It was clear to both of you that the walls were crumbling and feelings were lingering, but you refused to acknowledge it. 

“Yeah?”

“Are you high?” His eyes were fixed on the joint. 

“Since when do you smoke pot?” 

“Since when are you my mother?” You sassed. Joel rolled his eyes and got up, resting his upper body against the bedpost. 

“Wanna join?” You asked, playing with the joint between your fingers.

“I don’t smoke pot,” he simply said and you knew that was a damn lie.  

“Found it in that mall back in New York,” you explained. 

“Liessss,” you said, dragging your S’s like a snake. He softly smiled, liking the fact that you knew him so well.

“Where did you get that anyway?”

His eyebrows immediately went up when he did the math. “We were in New York a year ago.”

“You cannot exactly buy pot now, can’t you? I use it for emergencies.”

You took your lighter and put the joint between your lips while Joel watched you carefully. You inhaled the first puff remembering how good it made you feel. Last time you smoked weed was a few months ago, when your best friend got infected. You couldn’t sleep, had horrible and vivid nightmares for weeks and Joel had no idea. You chose to not share your struggles with him and he was the same.  

“This is an emergency?” Joel asked, a bit confused.

The smoke stayed in your lungs for a couple of seconds before you exhaled it through your nose. “Can’t sleep.”

You haven’t been able to sleep again. It had been almost a week. You would toss and turn not being able to stop the racing thoughts running through your brain. You wanted to tell him, you desperately wanted him to feel the same, but you couldn’t. It would be too much. Rejection would be too much for you to bear, but at the same time sleeping next to him almost every night made you feel worse. You wondered why he never said anything about that night – the first night– when you drunkenly fucked in his bed and made a deal to meet once a week. That deal turned into every other day and every other day turned into every day. It wasn’t just sex, you liked spending time with each other, having a drink here and there and sharing your stories as much as your shattered souls would allow.

“Your turn,” you said and gave him the joint. 

“Yeah, never better,” he said after a few coughs. 

As he took a puff, he started to cough. “Jesus!” He mumbled. “Shit’s strong!”

“You okay, old man?”

Silence filled the room as you sat there, getting high and enjoying each other’s company. You were light headed, your body didn’t feel like your own but you didn’t mind. Someone else was driving while you were the passenger princess under the influence. 

“Why can’t you sleep?” Joel finally asked, breaking the silence. You swallowed the remaining saliva you had, which was almost none. Ypour throat was dry as you were trying to come up with a lie. Nothing came to mind. 

You sighed and said, “Because of you.” 

Joel took another puff, eyes squinting from the smoke as he looked at you giving you back the joint. 

“Me?”

“Yes, you’re a fucking moron.” You said with a chuckle. 

“And why is that darlin’?”

It was like he was mocking you, knowing damn well the effect his words had on you. He was a tease at the end of the day. 

“Your lips are so kissable,” you mumbled, not really knowing where that came from. The smell in the air was potent and reminded you of what once was; getting high in your room at 3am, forgetting your then troubles and eating a shit ton of food before eventually passing out in the comfort of your own bed. Your problems seemed so minor and insignificant now and you missed them dearly. You missed the normality of it and you missed your family. 

“Why don’t you kiss me then?” Joel asked as he inhaled one last puff before putting out the joint in the ashtray on his night stand. His question stayed in your mind for a few seconds before you actually registered its meaning. Your eyes felt heavy, but your body was still strong enough to fight the haze you were in as you climbed on top of Joel, straddling him. Your palms rested on his shoulders as you struggled to look him in the eyes. 

“Why am I a moron then?” He whispered in your ear as his lips touched your neck, kissing your sensitive spots, knowing how you’d react. You tilted your head giving him more access as you bit your lower lip, holding back a moan. He pulled you close, not wanting to let go as you struggled to give him a proper answer. 

“Because…” 

“Because what?” He asked before his lips found yours. Time stopped but the pleasure he was giving you with every kiss only grew stronger, the need to tell him how you felt was resurfacing. You sighed into the kiss before he broke away, his palm on your lower lip, tugging it slightly. He was high, high as a kite, but still sober enough to patiently wait for your answer.  

“Because…”, you started this time, looking at his soft brown eyes. So much sadness and torment in those eyes even weed couldn’t hide. “You’re not,” you finally confessed. “I am.” 

Joel’s hands went under your shirt and on your hips. “Why?” He asked, visibly confused. 

You took a deep breath, unsure how the words would come out. “I’ve been thinking about us,” you started, picking your words carefully. “Is there an us in this, Joel?” 

Joel’s eyes were too dark to read, but his lips formed a small soft smile. It was good enough to  know you didn’t scare him with your question. 

“I think I made it obvious when I let you play my guitar, that you weren’t just my dirty little secret,” he confessed. 

One thing you and Joel shared was love for music. You both loved to play guitar, well he did because he had one, you played yours when you were a teenager and soon after the world ended you stopped and eventually forgot. It wasn’t until he decided to refresh your memory with the iconic Smoke on the Water riff saying, “Playing is like riding a bike, you ain’t forgetting that.” 

His answer was different from what you had imagined. He wasn’t a soft man, far from it, he would sometimes go cold, refusing to say anything, refusing to feel – refusing to be human. He wanted to not care, but whenever you would smile at him, that want would crumble and so would he. 

“I–” Before you could say anything Joel kissed you, sealing the already broken deal. This time the kiss was different; gentle and more intimate. 

He wanted you next to him, drunk, sober or high. He wanted you – forever and always. 

[naviculariis]

Okay so. Serious post time. I'm gonna put this entire thing under a cut, but I'm also gonna post some TWs here: medical malpractice, uncertain diagnoses, family trauma / drama, grief, anxiety rambles???

But I am gonna take like. A semi-hiatus, just so I can catch up on what I owe.

I haven't talked about this over here, or on Tumblr in general. Only one person who follows me here knows about this bc we're friends on another platform.

So.

Y'all have noticed, my days don't follow a set schedule. I've been unemployed since my campus suddenly closed with very little warning back in '22. Immediately after that closing, we took a small trip to MS to be with family for Christmas, and that trip was... Bad. And on the 1st of last year, I had an accident- i was taking down Christmas lights and fell and busted open my head. I had an untreated, late diagnosed concussion thar no one really... followed up on, and have had slight memory loss even now from it.

So I couldn't work until my head healed up from that.

But that's not the medical thing. That is my mother. In October 2021, my mother went in for a routine stint placement that resulted in loss of almost total blood flow to her left leg for 36 hours. They almost had to amputate, she almost died on the table twice, she was hospitalized for a year. ( we've tried the legal route, but because the doctor never admitted fault on paper, he cannot be held liable & suing hospitals is... Difficult. Even though she has permanent damage, can no longer feel anything below the knee, and has to wear a brace to walk. ) My mother already had a weak heart to begin with due to years of smoking + cardiac disease. This was the first nail, essentially. This damaged her heart... a lot.

Back to the concussion. 4 days after my concussion, she had a massive heart attack that nearly killed her. She flatlined twice on the table. It was after this that we got confirmation that she is in congestive heart failure. My grandfather died from it. It's

... It's hard. We don't know which stage she's in because her cardiologist won't tell us, but we think she's in stage 2, or maybe 3. We don't know. But because of this, I am the one who takes care of 95% of everything around the house & outside. I do lawncare, I do the planting, I do the garden. She can do a lot, still, but when her heart gets going- it's painful. So I've been her caretaker since 2021 when the initial accident happened.

My grandmother is nearly 90 and has... Many health problems but somehow is also doing better than most folks I know. She's a mystery. And my aunt had a double knee surgery but somethings wrong with her knees, and they think the surgeries rejected, so she can't get around well or drive longer than an hour away. My grandmother no longer drives & isn't renewing her license. My mother can drive, but we don't want her to unless ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY.

So I'm the only one who can drive them around.

I have my own medical issues [ anxiety, depression, type 1 diabetes, cracked tailbone that never got treatment & is giving me hell for that- ]

So. Basically. A lot of my time isn't my time. And when I do have free time, I do try to write and chat as much as I can. At night, after I get mom to bed, I call my partner warner and we get a few hours together and then we have to go to sleep bc we're in a ldr & their timezone is an hour ahead of mine.

... I'm rambling.

It's just. It's hard sometimes. And a lot of the time I sort of sit on my back porch and cry because I'm doing this- physically- alone. Literally everyone else is 4+ hours away across the state. Or 9 hours south on the Gulf Coast, or 7 hours south in Louisiana.

I do try to stay on top of things the best I can, I really really do, but things slip through my fingers. I'm gonna try my best to get all caught up over this coming week, I think. But if my responses are delayed for threads, for discord messages- chances are, I'm busy with one of my lil ol' ladies.

On top of all of this, I live in a town of less than 900, the nearest city is 45 minutes in any direction, and the nearest BIG city is 2+ hours in any direction. Finding a job that isn't in Healthcare is impossible. And I have nothing against those who are in healthcare- I applaud you. But all of my trauma can be tied back to hospital ERs and any time I step foot into a hospital, I immediately have anxiety & can only hear the night we learned about my dad. So I physically cannot force myself to go into that field.

Which is... a whole other thing, this is getting too long. But I've been searching for a job for the past year and a half, have had 5 interviews, each one ended with "thanks for interviewing! However,". It's hard.

So I just.

My plate is a lil bit full. But I love writing. I love the rpc. It'sa comfort and a joy and I love meeting new friends and making new connections and I want to do this as long as I can but sometimes things get a little slow. That's all.

... anyways yeah. Semi hiatus. Cool.

[ask-sibverse]

So what is Swad's process as the mask fully breaks as Swan is healing?

I mean, the mask was already breaking pretty damn bad when Reader last saw him.

The emotional energy collector/storage device broke. You guessed it probably hadn't been meant to be used daily, or for as much energy as it was taking in. (Nightmare was needing a loot to recover.) Which meant you had to go back to that positive AU for parts.

Dream had already found you there once. The smart thing would be to bring backup this time. And while you felt you were probably a pretty intelligent person, you decided against this. Why? Well for one thing, fighting Dream in an AU where he would be strongest would be pretty fuckibg stupid. But also... Call you soft hearted and naive, but. You just had a feeling that if you saw Dream right now, he wouldn't attack.

And as luck would have it, Dream did appear. He... Didn't look like he'd really slept or done much of anything for looking after himself.

"Did you tell Nightmare my request?"

"I did."

"And?" He looked at you, impatient.

"And he's thinking on it. You didn't give much to convince either of us that it wouldn't be a trap."

"I would never!" He huffed, seeming a bit insulted.

You stared him down. "Not counting recently almost killing Nightmare, you also kidnapped us both and almost killed us back then as well."

"... Fair point." He looked away, but stayed put for some reason.

You sighed. "What else do you want?"

Dream froze, looking like a deer in the headlights. "I didn't say I-"

"You're hanging around despite me answering your question. What else are you here for?"

He hesitated. "Can we... Talk?"

"About what?"

"About... How you and Nightmare see things? Why people are on your side?"

You sighed. It probably wouldn't hurt to have that sort of conversation, since Dream seemed open to listening. "Sure. But not here, Im too isolated in case of an emergency."

"I cant access negative AUs, remember?"

"I know. There are neutral AUs on Nightmare's side. Have you ever heard of Outertale?"

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You stepped through the portal with Dream close behind. You'd angled the portal to take you both out to a lone asteroid *far* from any people. You couldn't have Dream's aura effecting anyone here, intentionally or not. Still, the look of awe on Dream's face told you this was probably the first Outertale he'd ever visited.

"So many stars..."

"Well yeah. In this AU the monsters are trapped in the asteroid belt instead of underground."

"But its not positive. Why? They can see the stars, don't all monsters want that?"

"They're still trapped, and even more isolated here."

"Still, why be negative? Negativity only hurts."

You turned to face him. "You wanted to know why Nightmare and I act the way we do? First off, because *that* way of thinking is both untrue and very harmful."

He took a step back, startled. "I-"

You stared him down. "You don't get it, do you? You took the way the villagers acted, the way they treated you both, as truth. Negativity is both important *and* helpful. We grieve because we loved. We are angry because we hurt. Guilt, shame, both are important for beginning to guide our *morality.*"

"I-"

You didn't let him finish. "But its *so* much easier to avoid what you don't like. Its *so* much easier to reject pain and live a blissful life, than to accept reality. Without negativity, without feeling anything "wrong" why change? Why move forward and try to improve? Why be a better person or make a better world?"

"Positivity is... A lie?"

You rolled your eyes. "Of course that's what you focus on. Positivity is not a lie, but the eternal happiness your aura creates certainly creates a false reality. One where people never feel guilt when they hurt each other, like you. One where people never change, never grow. A hell gilded in gold."

He winced, looking away. "I have... Some things to consider."

"I imagine you do."

"Can... Can I stay here with you for a while? I don't want to be alone."

"Why don't you go be around your followers then?"

"I can't let them see me like this."

You sighed. "Fine, but I cant take too long. I still need to take care of some things for Nightmare."

You both sat on the ground near each other. "Nightmare is... Lucky to have you, I think."

"Oh? What happened to him "only needing you?""

"I... Hurt him. I have to admit that I... Probably am not the best for him." It looked like it caused him physical pain to admit it though.

"Good. You're learning."

He winced. "Do I get any sympathy at all from you?"

"Nope. You've got to earn that."

The two of you sat in silence for a while, you scrolling social media whole Dream presumably was deep in thought. At least, until he suddenly slumped into your lap. He seemed to have fallen asleep... Well shit. So much for "don't take too long."

[cammslush]

Plot twist for the venti one-shot: (y/n) always put blood in the sweets because she is just as crazy as him. It was just this time that there was more than intended because of the accident. She can't see him physically but can 'give' a bit of herself every time she makes sweets. It's her way of showing Venti that she is always with him. ;)

(Sorry if this was too much, you can ignore if you like.)

Sorry this took like forever to answer! I was really busy so I hope you didn't think I ignored it

I like this idea a lot, you can imagine it to be canon to the series ✌️

(also there is a cameo of a certain person you might eventually read as in another part of the series but you didn't hear that from me.)

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Content warning(s): Yandere themes (unhealthy obsession), mentions of injury, mentions of cannibalism

Let me know if I missed anything.

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"This song is dedicated to my bestest friend who has always supported me and the rest of 6REEZE! I love you!"

Your smile couldn't grow any wider, your heart couldn't stop beating, and your face couldn't cool down, as you watched from the audience. Nobody knows who Venti is talking about, except you.

You couldn't be happier, knowing he said those words.

He…loves you? Of course, it could've just meant the general 'I love you' anyone says to anyone they show appreciation to, but…

You had to suppress the urge to shout out "I love you too!", knowing that you were in a crowd filled with so many 6REEZE fans and devotees, surely you probably would be killed on the spot. You know, getting killed right where you stand — after confessing to your beloved best friend — that seems satisfying enough. At least he would've heard you.

...

It was the intermission, and everyone went off to the concert lobby for a little breather after a long hour of cramped spaces and glowstick waving. You, on the other hand, carried a small plate of sweetly addicting macarons that you just made today, marching towards the VIP breakroom.

You got a bit too carried away while making these ones. The knife cut a bit too deep—

Into the macarons, of course! Definitely not anywhere near your arm. That is definitely not the reason why you can't bake anything until the wounds heal. All of these bandages covering both of your arms…

...Perhaps there's no reason for the truth to be covered up. When you say you put in a lot of blood, sweat and tears into the desserts you make for Venti, you really mean it literally — only the first part, of course.

It's only fair, right? You're only giving him a drop of you every time, because the confines of being an idol don't allow him to spend time with you anymore, and you've been friends since childhood! How dare there be a barrier between the two of you?! You're only this close to convincing Venti to take a permanent hiatus from being an idol.

If that doesn't work, then fine! You could chop off your whole arm and serve it up to him instead, no problem! Anything, for you to be with him. You can't stand the fact that you're only one person in that large crowd, in which many people probably also like Venti too!

Do they send him sweets every day? Do they send lightly perfumed handwritten letters congratulating his successful performance all the time? No they don't.

Even if they did — who's gifts would Venti gladly take, and who's will he coldly reject?

That's right. His heart should only be big enough for you.

"Hello there, miss! You're one of the managing staff for 6REEZE, right?" Near the VIP room, you found another person walking around, as if frantically searching for something. Hey, they almost look like you…

"Um, I'm sorry, but I'm just one of their makeup artists. I-I'm trying to find something so I have no time, maybe ask Jean instead–" the poor makeup artist was only met with a plate of macarons in their face.

"Great! After you find what you're looking for, could you give this plate to Venti? And if you can, could you serve it on the prettiest tray you have? Thanks!"

"I..." The makeup artist seemed reluctant, but by then, you were already on your merry way back to the concert lobby with a big smile on your face.

"Oh…If only that cheeky bastard didn't hide my brush, I wouldn't have had to deal with this…" the makeup artist lamented.

[borninwinter81]

My piercings + ear redecorating!

I got my first lobe piercings when I was around 10 (scary old fashioned gun, at a jeweller, it was 1992 and no-one really knew better).

Throughout my mid to late teens I pierced my ears myself 4 more times with sewing needles. *obligatory warning that this was very stupid and can go horribly wrong, go to a professional*. Luckily for me I didn't get any infections or keloids.

I've had a few other piercings over the years but my ear ones are the only ones I still have, with the addition of a rook and a helix - those were all done professionally.

I took out my lip and tongue due to worry about tooth damage, my wrist surface piercing I only kept for a month as although I loved it, it was also super annoying and kept getting caught on things. I also removed my eyebrow in the last couple of years as it was also getting on my nerves. I'm a pretty rare beast as I managed to keep my eyebrow piercing from the age of 17 up to my late 30s, and I could probably still get it back in now. Eyebrow piercings are notorious for rejecting and growing out, but that never happened with mine. I generally heal piercings extremely well.

I retired my second lobes when I started stretching as I didn't want them to get in the way. My right has been at 16mm for about 15 years now. At the time I liked being asymmetrical, however late last year I decided I wanted to stretch the left up to match. Its currently at 5mm.

For almost the entire time I've had ear piercings they've been just plain steel - like the pic on the right. Remember, the body piercing era I started out in was the late 90s, and back then apart from surgical steel all you could get was horrible plastic stuff, and the occasional glittery gemstone. I'm not into bling. Titanium wasn't even a thing you could get for piercings at that point, and neither was internally threaded jewellery, which meant having interesting ends on them wasn't really possible.

I tend to forget that there are a lot more options now, so coinciding with stretching my left ear I've been scouring the Internet for jewellery I like. So far I have what you see here, though I do also have an ankh stud on the way. These are all titanium, and from 2 UK sellers, Herbie and Lou, and Deep Blue Piercing, whom I found on Etsy. Deep Blue does have their own website, but the pricing is the same as Etsy.

All my studs are labret studs as I find the flat back and the slightly larger gauge (1.2mm or 16g to Americans) much more comfortable. I never wear conventional earrings.

I do like to wear dangly ones which I remove the hooks from and put on a hinged segment ring, which I then hang from my tunnels. Here are a couple of examples.

The fly is from Kattie Whittle, and is one of my favourite pairs. The other one was from a charity shop. Both are surprisingly lightweight for such large earrings.

Though I think it can look awesome, for me personally I don't really like lots of large dangles up my ear, so I'm sticking with the studs in the rest of my lobes for now.

I'll fill them slowly but surely as I find more studs I like. I'd also really love to find some nice jewellery to put in my rook - you can get oval clickers for them, or I could switch out the ends of my horseshoe bar for some more interesting ones, or get a curved barbell and do the same thing. We will see 😁

I'm open to suggestions of good shops to get jewellery from, though of course it's much better for me if they're UK based. I don't really want to spend more on postage than I do on the jewellery!