#meri hurt me with this

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So many reddit people confused on why tomoya is angry at his dad

[agni-ashes]

note to self: stop using kajal as eyeliner it just makes life difficult when you have to रगड़-o it off af 1am because you’re scared it’ll come onto your white bedsheets I NEVER LEARN

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 27

Finnick x Y/N

Series Masterlist Link

Will you die? Will you live? Find out in this chapter lol

Content Warnings - mentions of drug addiction, surgery/injury

Johanna was hospitalized the day of your surgery after a nurse caught her stealing morphling from a supply station. Finnick was so worried about you that he didn’t notice how high she was the whole time she was with him. All he could focus on was you.

The brain surgery lasted six hours. Finnick silently cried outside your room the whole time, wishing he could be by your side during it. Mags and Annie found him distraught in the hallway a few hours in.

“Finn,” Annie sighs, sitting down next to her mentor. “She’ll be ok. Beetee is really smart.” Mags also sits and pulls Finnick’s head onto her lap.

“They won’t even let me see her,” he explains. “She’s completely alone in there.”

“You’ll see her soon,” Annie tells him.

“What do you want to do when we all go home?” she asks, changing the subject.

“I’m moving out,” Finnick states. “I can’t stand to be in victors village anymore. I never want to see that place again.”

“Mags and I can come with!” Annie exclaims. “Where are we moving to?”

Annie successful distracts Finnick for the remainder of your surgery. He only notices how much time has passed when Beetee approaches him, still in his scrubs.

“We were successful,” he states, causing Finnick to smile for the first time in ages.

“The doctors are going to keep her sedated for another week but as long as her vitals remain stable, you should be able to see her in a few days.”

“Will she still be feral?” Annie asks. Mags swats at Annie’s arm and mumbles how we aren’t supposed to use that word.

“We don’t know,” Beetee states. “We will have to wait and see.”

Your eyes slowly open, revealing a hospital room. What happened? The last thing you remember was being in the sewers…

OMG were you dead??? You begin to panic at the thought, causing one of the machines to start beeping.

“Hey,” you hear someone say but you can’t turn your head to look at them. Your body feels too heavy.

You attempt to respond but the only noise that comes out is a weak moan.

“You’re ok,” the voice says. “You’re in the hospital. You were injured in the sewers and had to have surgery.”

“Finn?” you groan, recognizing the voice.

“Yes love,” he responds. “I’m right here.”

A doctor enters the room and begins to unhook you from some of the machines.

“Welcome back Miss Y/L/N,” they state. “You’ve been out for three weeks. We can go over what happened with you later but for now you need to take it easy.”

The doctor takes some notes before leaving the room, stating that your vitals were good and you were healing perfectly.

“Finn,” you wheeze.

“Yes love?,” he worriedly asks. “Do you need anything?”

“It hurts,” you reply, still unable to move.

“You had two surgeries,” he explains. “You lost too much blood in the sewers and they had to perform surgery to heal your wounds. A week later they removed a mass they found in your brain. That was the timer Peeta talked about. They can’t give you any more morphling unfortunately.”

“Did we win?” you ask.

“Yes,” Finnick responds. “We’re free.”

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All for the Cameras

Chapter 9

Finnick Odair x fem!reader

Hello! I'm sorry it takes me this long to write each chapter, but I have so many ideas for so many fics, and also, I don't want to fuck this one up😅

Let me know what you think, especially now that we're entering Mockingjay pt1, I would appreciate some feedback, so I can get better and better.♥️♥️♥️

Chapter summary: time to face the consequences. But that doesn't mean the fight is over.

Chapter warnings: violence, torture, guilt, implied rape, non-consensual touching, Cal, Finnick being a sweetie pie.

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Y/n's Pov

My mind can't register nothing but pain.

In my head.

In my chest.

Everywhere.

All I can feel is pain.

I can vaguely hear voices around me, but I can't make out what they are saying.

I'm tied down on a table, lights prevent me from seeing more of the room. I try my best to move, but I can't, I can't move an inch and breathing gets harder.

Suddenly the pain is gone. I immediately try to catch my breath and I try to also understand where I am exactly.

"The pain you feel right now is nothing compared to what I felt when I found out about your betrayal."

My chest tightens even more when I hear Cal's voice.

"Do you have any idea what that felt like?" He comes into my line of sight, I can clearly see his anger, jaw clenching as he leans over me, "you hurt me, princess."

"You... you... hurt me... f-first..." I stutter out, my throat hurts badly.

"Me?" He scoffs, "I hurt you first? Princess, do you hear yourself? I gave you everything."

I want to scoff, want to throw everything I've hold back all these years, but I'm too weak.

"You..."

"Shut up!" He screams right at my face.

"General." A voice calls from what I assume is the door.

Cal immediately stands straight, hard look on his face as he steps back.

"President Snow." Cal nods his head.

"Leave us, general." Snow orders.

"Yes, sir." Cal nods and looks down at me, "I will see you soon."

I look up at the ceiling, focusing on calming my heart and breathing.

"You know, miss L/n," he starts speaking as he walks closer, "I have to give it to you, you did fool me. I did thought you were finally realising what being in the Capitol means. What these games mean."

I dare look at him once he's close enough. He has a smirk on his face.

"And you believed me?" I ask with the voice I have left.

"I did, and for that I owe you my respect. If only you were this good at lying before I had to kill your brother... such a shame." He sighs, "I remember that day too, miss L/n, I remember the hatred in your eyes, how easily I could read you, your thoughts and your intentions. You wanted to die, didn't you?"

"Better... than this..." I mutter.

"Oh, yes, I know. But you made a mistake." He states, it's almost like he's teaching to a class, "do you know what mistake?"

I gulp and take a breath to answer.

"I... I cared..." I answer weakly.

"Exactly." He nods, "you started to care not only about the tributes you were assigned to, but the mentors... and the tributes you weren't supposed to help." My eyes shot to his face, "I have to say you also got better at hiding that, for a good while I thought you stopped. This will be no comfort to you, I'm sure, but I am very proud of you, my dear."

"An insult..." I grit out.

"Of course. Oh and let's not forget the threats you had to invent... wonderful ideas, absolutely wonderful. With that you convinced me, I have to admit. Ideas worthy of the Capitol." He says this knowing I feel guilty, knowing that I hated being part of the games.

"Just kill me already." I breath out.

"Kill you? My dear girl, how could I? I would never kill Capitol's Princess, no, no." He chuckles.

"Then what? Torture me until I don't know who I am anymore?" I try to raise my voice a little, but the pain in my chest makes it hard.

"No, that's for Mr. Mellark to find out. " He casually say and I open my mouth to say something but he cuts me off, "no, you will be always aware of what's going on. And whatever mistake you make, they will pay."

"No..."

"You see, miss L/n, you might think you got so good at lying that I wouldn't know you anymore. But I do. And I know the worst torture for you is not pain, even though that will come too of course, no, it's hearing your loved ones in pain and not being able to help them." He looks proudly at me, satisfied with my terrified reaction, "or better... knowing you are the reason they're screaming."

He then looks beyond me, to someone, nod his head and in that moment screaming fills my ears. My eye widen recognising the voice.

"No... no..."

"It's Mr. Mellark first session, thought you wanted to assist." He says, I pull at the restraints, but they're too hard and I'm too weak, "know that the pain he's feeling right now is sponsored by you, miss L/n."

After that he walks away, I scream at him all the insults that come to mind, but the exhaustion is kicking in.

Peeta screams and screams and screams, I can't imagine what they're doing to him, what he's thinking...

It's all my fault...

My fault.

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Finnick's Pov

All Finnick can do now is make knots, knots, and knots. The only thing to try and keep his mind busy... but it's no use.

All his thoughts are consumed by guilt as he sits on the hospital bed in 13. He doesn't deserve it. He keeps repeating to himself. He should've gone back.

"Finnick." Katniss suddenly calls.

"I wanted to go back for Peeta and Johanna... but I, uh...I... I couldn't move." He dares look at Katniss. He can't read her expression, and he doesn't even want to. He sighs, "they have Y/n, too. They took her." He notices her expression softening, knowing the two girls were slowly developing a friendship, "she's, uh... she's in the Capitol." Then a horrible thought makes its way into his mind, "I wish she was dead. I wish they were dead and we were too."

Does he actually want it? He knows what the Capitol is capable of, and he knows that death would be more merciful. He can't even imagine what they're doing to his friends right now, how they're torturing them.

Death sounds so much more appealing.

Y/n's Pov.

The fetal position doesn't offer that much comfort as people say. The cold floor makes sure of it. I don't know how long they kept me tied up to that table, how long they forced me to hear they screams.

The doors opening get my attention and I immediately sit up and move closer to the wall. I hear the cell's door next to mine opening and closing. Then footsteps exiting the room.

"Y/n?" Peeta's weak and tired voice calls me.

"P-Peeta..." I move to the bars, along the wall we share, "Peeta, I'm so sorry..."

"Don't..." he groans, I can hear he's getting closer too, "don't blame yourself. It's... not your fault."

"I feel like it is... If I..."

"No," he cuts me off, "don't go down there. Don't blame yourself."

"What... what did they do to you?" I ask, hesitantly.

"I don't think thay will do you any good." He says, even in this situation he tries to look out for others.

"Please..." I whisper.

"Electrocuting." He sighs.

"Peeta..."

"Not your fault." He firmly says. "What about you?"

I sigh, still feeling my head throbbing.

"Same, and in the meantime they made me... listen to you."

"Oh..."

"You have to be stronger then them," I tell him.

"What... what do you mean?"

"Don't let them change you. They know it's your fear... Don't let them." I instruct, "Whatever they're going to do to you, whatever they're going to tell you, it's not real."

"I... I'll try." He says, his tone is scared and unsure. I wish I could do more, I wish I could take that pain from him.

"You have to."

An angry scream interrupts us and suddenly the doors are open again.

"Fucking assholes! Let me fucking go!"

I can see Johanna's being thrown into the cell in front of ours and the guards immediately leave without a word.

"Fuck!" She screams hitting her hands on the ground.

"Johanna..?" I call.

"Y/n! I thought they killed you!" She exclaims.

"That would've been too kind."

"You're right. Torturing people is more like their style." She agrees.

"What's their plan?" Peeta asks, a little hesitant, "I mean, what use could we be?"

"To convince the Capitol." I say.

"What do you mean?" Johanna asks.

"The Capitol loved Katniss and Snow wants to discredit her, he needs to." I explain, "he needs to convince the Capitol Katniss is the villain... or... convince them she was a victim too."

"Why would he do that?" Peeta's confused.

"Because it could use this to convince the districts too. If the districts believe she never wanted a revolution, if they believe she's only wants everything to go back to normal, they won't raise against the Capitol. They won't have a leader anymore. He could still control them."

"Why would they believe it?" She asks again.

"They managed to convince everyone of all sort of thing in the past few years, I wouldn't be surprised." I say.

"Right... and where do we fit in this plan?"

"Make us say what they want."

"How?" Johanna spats.

"Don't underestimate them." I glare, "don't think they don't have the means to get you to do what they need you to. And trust they will do whatever they can. And the Capitol can do a lot. You should know."

"Fuck. Fuck!" Johanna punches the wall, frustrated.

"No need to hurt yourself now, Johanna. Don't steal all the fun." I sarcastically tell her.

"So much fun, indeed." She agrees, "fuck! We better be dead."

"I wish... I wish." I breath out, I notice Peeta has been quiet for a while, "Peeta? Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I mean, no. Sorry, I..." he sighs, I can tell he's holding back tears, "I guess I'm scared."

"I know, I am too."

I hold out a hand between the bars, hoping he would see it and take it, thankfully he does, it's not the most comfortable position, but it gives us some comfort, I wish I could do the same with Johanna. I look at her and she sadly smiles and nods her head.

"It's okay." She whispers.

The doors suddenly open, harshly. Automatically we all move to the walls, to somwhow hide, knowing full well ot would be no use.

Then Cal gets in front on my cell, and my chest tightens again at the sight.

"Stand." He orders as he open the door.

I'm apparently taking too much time so he enters and yanks me up.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Johanna yells and hits the bars.

"It's okay..." I tell her, and Cal drags me out.

"You shut up," he says to Johanna, "unless you want another session."

"I'm okay, don't worry ab-"

"Shut up. Walk." Cal orders me.

No other choice but to walk.

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Cal drags me all the way to a long corridor until we reach a room, in which he, not so kindly, push me.

The room is small, there's only a table and two chairs, it looks like an interrogation room or something. But what scares me the most is being alone in such a tiny space with Cal.

"We need to talk." He states, closing the door behind him. "Sit."

I do as he says, my eyes on him in case he wants to try something... not that I could be able to do anything about it, but it's little comfort... little.

"Why?" He simply asks.

"Uh?" I'm a little taken aback by the question.

"Why you? Why did they had to corrupt you?" He asks.

"Corrupt me..? What... what do you mean?" I'm just as confused.

"Why would you risk everything for them? It doesn't make sense to me." He says, sitting down in front of me, he tries to take my hands but I move them out of the way.

"Everything? What everything?"

"Your life, our life together. "

"You... are you serious?" I can't help the anger raising.

"We were so happy together, we want-"

"You were." I cut him off, "you were happy, I was miserable. Your father paid me to be with you, then you kept on paying me. You forced me to. Snow forced me to. You and any other person in the Capitol."

"I gave you everything." He grits out.

"Gave me every- what the fuck are you referring to? The clothes? The jewellery? Or the bruises? Maybe the nightmares" I spit back.

"I love you." He says.

"No you don't." I'm exasperated now, "you don't. I don't know what you think you love, but it's not me."

"Don't you ever tell me what I feel. I know damn well." He stands up, and come closer.

Once he's too close I get up too, to get as far as the small room allows me to.

"You have no idea what love is." I tell him.

"And you do?" He scoffs, "don't tell me..." He stops for a moment, considering me, "was I right all this time?"

"About what?"

"Odair." He simply says and I instinctively look away from him, "I was right!"

He quickly corners me into the wall, hand around my neck and the other grabs my wrist tightly as I try to push him off.

"Cal..."

"Remember this: you are mine. Mine. We will get married soon, the people will see you as a victim of this mess, and once I get my hands on him... I will kill him and you will watch." He threatens.

"No..."

"Yes, now, if you don't mind I missed our time together... I plan on making up for lost time." He whispers, face getting closer to mine.

It's when I feel his lips on mine that I start to push and turn around, but he's too strong for me... all I can do is let him.

Finnick's Pov

Finnick's been sitting all day, he doesn't even want to eat or sleep, he only does because he knows Y/n would scold him for it.

The door opening catches his attention, and relaxes a little seeing Haymitch walking in.

"Mr. Odair." Haymitch nods and stands in front of him, "how do we feel today?"

"Maybe better than you." Finnick answers, "How's rehab doing?"

"It could be better... I have to admit." He replies, tone's heavy.

"I have to ask..." Finnick starts.

"She was supposed to be at the rooftop with me, we waited, we did wait... until we couldn't anymore." Haymitch starts to explain, guilty visible in his expression and talking, "I kept my eyes open the whole time just to catch a glimpse of her, but I'm afraid the peacekeepers were already at her apartment." He sighs, "I'm sorry."

"I don't think she would like you blaming yourself." Finnick tries to joke, tears in his eyes.

"Oh, I know." Haymitch sadly smiles, "we'll get them all back."

"Really?" Finnick doesn't want to hold his hopes up, but if there's even the smallest chance of seeing her again, he would grab it.

"I owe her." Haymitch mutters more to himself than to Finnick.

Finnick wants to ask him how he thinks they're alive, but suddenly, the Capitol theme starts, and the Capitol symbol appears on the TV in the room.

"What's this now?" Haymitch groans.

"Hello. Good evening." Ceaser face appears as he greets the audience, "and a big welcome to all in Panem. I'm Ceasar Flickerman. And whoever you are, whatever it is you're doing... if you're working, out down your work. If you're having dinner, stop having dinner. Because you are going to want to witness this tonight."

"What do you think they're doing?" Finnick asks.

"No clue." Haymitch replies, eyes focused on the TV.

"There has been rampant speculation about what really happened in the Quartel Quell. And here to shed a little light on the subject for us is a very special guest. Please welcome Mr. Peeta Mellark."

"What the fuck...?" Haymitch scoffs.

"He looks well..." Finnick comments.

"Yeah, you know better than anyone how good the Capitol is too hide all sort of bruise." Haymitch says.

They pay attention to what Peeta's saying, he explains what happened, how he lost Katniss before the end.

"What do they want to do?" Finnick's confused to see Peeta like this.

"I don't know... maybe they want to destroy Katniss' image of leader...I don't know." Haymitch mutters, "or maybe Snow wants to destabilise her."

They fall silent again seeing Peeta referring to the camera.

"I want everyone who's watching to stop and to think about what a civil war could mean. We almost went extinct once before. And now our numbers are even fewer. Is this really what we wanna do? Kill ourselves off? Killing is not the answer. Everyone needs to lay down their weapons immediately. Or else that's it. For all of us."

"Peeta... are you calling for a cease-fire?" Ceaser checks.

"Yeah. I am. I want everyone to stop the senseless violence. This is not the path to change." Peeta agrees.

"What..." Finnick starts, alarmed, "what are they doing to them?"

"I don't even want to imagine." Haymitch groans.

"Now. Ladies and gentlemen... a special surprise." Ceaser begin to speak again, "you love her, she's part of everyone's family and now she's been entwined in today's speculations, but such misunderstanding will be easily wiped off once she gets to say her side. Please welcome our Princess, Y/n L/n!" He announces.

"What?" Finnicks stands immediately getting closer to the screen.

"Hello, Ceasar, long time no see." She brightly smiles at the host.

"Indeed, my dear." Ceaser takes her hand and kiss the back of it, "it's so nice to have you back here. Unfortunately, we're not here for our usual chat, are we?"

"No..." she says, sadly. Finnick gets even close to the screen so he can notice any detail possible. "But I think I can make some clearance on this whole situation, if you'll allow me of course."

"Look." Finnick tells Haymitch pointing at Y/n's hands, "look at her fidgeting."

"She's nervous... what about it?" Haymitch asks, getting close too.

"Look at it." Finnick repeats.

Haymitch then focuses on her hands, she's wearing rings and she is turning them left and right.

"There's a scheme." Haymitch breaths out, "she's sending a message."

"Yes, she is!" Finnick can't help but exclaim, "she is! My brave girl."

"You know that if they find it they will kill her." Haymitch warns.

"I know... she does too." Finnick goes back at looking at her face, she doesn't show any emotion except the ones she uses to fool the Capitol.

"I have to tell Plutarch." Haymitch walks out.

"As you could hear, all a misunderstanding." Ceaser announces, "It's great, let me tell you, you would've broken my heart."

"I could never!" Y/n fakes pity, "you're my favourite person!"

"Hear that! I'm her favourite person!" He laughs and takes her hands, "let's not make your future husband jealous now" he winks.

Finnick notices Y/n slightly tensing, he notices because he knows her, everyone else wouldn't blink an eye at that.

"Oh he knows he can't top you." She winks back.

"Now you flatter me, my ego is too big without all these praises." He smiles, "Alright, people of Panem, it's all for today. Have all a good day and stay tuned for more news!"

And with that the TV turns off.

"You're still fighting..." Finnick mutters by himself, relieved by seeing her on screen, "my brave girl."

[billiemakesmewetter]

fuck and make up

pairing: billieg!p x fem!reader billie!sub you!dom

warning: cursing, smut, praise kink, mommy kink, and orgasm denial

you were on your way to your girlfriends house, you just finished working and now you wanted to go home after a very long day. as we were walking to the car park, you get held back by someone. you quickly turned around and it was you girlfriend, billie.

“omg? billie what are you doing here?”

“what, your girlfriend cants surprise you at work now?” she says smirking and holding onto my hand.

“well, i’m so tired and hungry.” you say, huffing while embracing her. “okay, i’ll make you food, let’s go home.”

“omg yay!” i kissed her and they walked into the car. you expected billie to drive but she sat at the passenger seat.

“billie could you drive, please.”

she sighs and opens the door to the door and getting out.

you did the same and sat at the passenger this time. you leaned back and sighed in tiredness. you put on my seatbelt and billie did the same before switching on the ignition.

they were now at home as billie was pulling over. you opened your eyes slightly to realise that your home.

“baby we’re home now. wake up.” billie says and you face her. she has a concerned look but smiles at me.

“yeah i know baby, why don’t we sit for awhile okay?”

“sure thing.”

“i love you.” you kissed her cheek.

“i love you too baby. so much.” she leans forward and kisses me, “now go back to sleep.”

billie turns her head to her side and puts earphones on. what is wrong with her.

“billie, you know you can talk to me. right?” you said and she takes her headphones off.

“yeah im good, yeah maybe we should go in, i’ll make you food.”

“billie… talk to me, you’re clearly not fine.”

“yes i am, now let’s get in-” you cut her off by straddling onto her. she was in complete shook, but you didn’t care.

you only cared to making sure that billie was okay. right now she was seemingly a little off.

“baby, talk to me, just talk, if you don’t, how are you supposed to move on from this relationship?” you caressed her cheek and you noticed a tear coming out her eye.

“you’re always working. and i feel like this isn’t working anymore, um… so i was thinking about us breaking up.”

“what? why?”

“simply because you never have time for me? umm… yesterday was our anniversary. you didn’t remember did you?”

you cursed under your breath after realising that she was mostly the one who was putting the effort in the relationship.

“baby, i’ll make it up to you- i did forget, i was going to surprise you yesterday but… work.”

“and that’s the problem, you work like its more important than me. everytime you come home, you always, always never acknowledge me. you only care about yourself.”

“t-that’s not true-“

“what about Ameria. your ‘best friend’ oh you think i wasn’t going to find out that you guys were fucking too?” billie sobbed.

you felt bad.

“billie, i’m sorry… i didn’t-”

“get off.” she said coldly and you didn’t hesitate to get off her. you sat there in silence, watching her as she looked into the rear-view mirror. she wiped her tears then she flipped her hair to the side.

you felt so guilty for your actions, and you really wanted to make it up to her, you didn’t even know what billie would find out about ameria. you and ameria were childhood best friends.

it was a really drunk night and one thing led into another and you and meri had sex.

not that you really remember, again you were extremely drunk. but you finding out billie knows, it crushed you. you knowing that she’s hurt by you, you really wish you could have done better.

“billie… i’ll fix things. i really will, i promise.

i’ll end my friendship with ameria for you. seriously i was really-”

“save it. just stop. i don’t care. i really don’t, just fucking-” you cut her off with a kiss. you didn’t care if she was mad at you, but you kissed her.

“why did you kiss-”

“-because i love you. i know im not perfect, im never perfect, but im human. i love you.” you grab her hands and hold them. “i love you so so much.”

a few minutes passed of silence until she spoke. “thank you.”

you kissed her again and it lasted long. i straddled onto her again and i continued staring grinding on her slowly, she gasped lightly at each hit. she pulled you down towards herself.

“let me finish.”

you said, slowly continuing to grind on her. you could already feel onto her hardness as she moans against your lips.

“i- y/n can we go inside and continue… everyone will see-“

“so, that’s a great way to prove to everyone that i love you a lot.” you smiled

she leaned into you and while she kissed you she started to undo her shirt.

“fuck, y/n, i’m hard.” she pants. you smirked right at her and continued to kiss her, moving down to her neck and removing her shirt.

“let’s move to the backseat.” you said breaking our kiss again. you climbed over to the back seat and she did the same.

“fuck, you got me so hard, you better fix this.”

she said and you pulled her against your core. you felt so horny, and desperate for her.

you kissed down her body and you stopped at her entrance which made her gasp for air.

you kissed between her legs as she tried to push you away a bit.

“y/n um.. go slow, please.” she said and you grinned.

you pulled her drawls down exposing her dick that slapped up to her stomach.

you pulled down you leggings along with your pink lacy thongs, you then straddled onto her.

you quick pulled your tee off exposing you boobs. she goes lower with her kisses and stopped at your boobs, sucking your right nipple slightly and licking over the left while pinching the other.

you moan a bit and she continues to suck and bite gently, leaving marks on your skin, causing you to be wetter than ever.

you slowly slid into her, causing her to moan loudly into your mouth.

you pull out slightly then pushed back in again and faster. your thrust became harder and she began moaning louder.

“fuck~ y/n~” she moaned loudly, you began pumping faster.

this made billie grip onto your waist. you both kept kissing and sucking each other and it was driving you insane.

“oh, fuck!! fuck billie. i can’t take it!” you moaned.

“fuck, you’re gonna have to take my shit baby.”

she groans as you rode her. you moaned into her ears and you began to suck onto her neck, leaving marks.

you pulled her nipples in your mouth and they turned red from all the attention you were giving them.

after a minute or two you pull out. you lean down to kiss billie, she moaned into the kiss then you pulled away.

you went back to where you came from and bucked your hips faster. “y/n… please.. mhm..” billie groaned, her eyes closed and her back arching.

“please what, you wanna cum huh?” you teased. she bit into her lips.

“yeah? want to cum for me?” you quickly pulled out and you watched her reaction.

“what… why did you pull out?”

“you need to beg baby. beg for mommy.” you tell her playing with her sensitive tip.

“mommy… please…” she begged as she arched her hips further.

“fine. i’m going to give you what you want baby.”

You quickly mounted her before you started rocking your hips, thrusts becoming stronger and harder.

you squeezed your tits and billie moaned loudly at it, you loved hearing that noise leave her throat.

“god, y/n baby i cant hold back any longer. fuck!”

she screamed out as she threw her head to the back.

her walls tightened around you as you pounded yourself into her.

“y/n… fuck... fuck... fuck” she moaned out.

she gripped your shoulders tightly as she threw her head back.

“yeah, yeah, baby, keep doing that for mommy~”

she was screaming your name, your thrusts become faster and deeper, and she starts moaning more loudly.

“fuck, you’re gonna make mommy cum, shit.”

“wait, i wanna taste you, can i?” she asks, her beaming eyes darts across yours.

you pulled out and she hold onto you as she flipped you over. no you were laying down, she leaves a trail of kisses down your beautiful tits and down your stomach.

you liked the way she would suck onto you as she kissed you. you looked down as she reached down to you pink wet pussy. she looks at you in awe.

“fuck mommy, you’re so wet for me.” she placed her thumb onto you clit and rubbed it. you let out a big moan.

“oh shit…” you breathed

out. you couldn’t control how horny you were for her, and when she touches your pussy, you were practically begging for her to touch you.

your walls tightening around her fingers. you gripped her hand tighter, her fingers slipping into your pussy as she moved her hand.

“shit, billie, yes, that’s good. yes, like that. oh yeah like that. ugh.” you moaned out.

billie kept pumping her fingers in and out and you could feel your orgasm beginning to come.

you grabbed at her hips, trying to keep her still.

“billie… yes, like that….yes, yes, like that...” you moaned loudly.

she removed her hand from your clit and she sucked on it lightly.

“come on billie, please.” you begged. “fuck, billie, please.” you were panting. “fuck, yes.” you groaned out as you came onto her fingers.

You let her slide her fingers out as you held her hair for her. “damn billie, that was good.” you sighed.

“let’s go inside now, it’s so dark out here.” she said and you agreed. we dressed up then you both got outta the car.

[cherrytinz]

Hello, I really like your character and I’m curious do you have any story on your oc if so, I would love to hear it (:

Hello darling! First of all, thank you so much! It really makes me happy that people like my ocs! It really means a lot. Not to mention that I was generally surprised to see that so many liked Lucy's design! thanks yall! I was so happy to read those comments 🖤

And well, yeah! I want to write a fanfic with her so I have a few things planned. Lucy is an old oc frommmm 2019, but I decided to bring her back to life with a redising and all 🦇

Soooooo Lucy Fernby is a British girl who was born in 1975. Her parents are quite famous musical artists (especially her father) so she always had an approach to music. Actually, Lucy has absolute pitch and ease with some instruments, however she prefers to play the bass and write songs to cope with certain emotions that she doesn't know how to share. If I had to assign her a voice, I would say that she speaks like Gwen of Total Drama but with a British accent (although certainly Serena's voice from downtown is still an option lmao) , and when she sings it would sound like Mary Elizabeth McGlynn.

Even so, her parents (Emily, a goth singer and Luke, a rock band guitarist) got divorced when she was still a child. Her father returns to the USA but still tries to be as present in her life as possible. Despite this, due to a situation that Lucy does not want to talk about, they distance themselves when she is 14. I CLARIFY because I know it is very ambiguous, no, her father did not hurt her or anything, only Lucy keeps everything to herself.

Lucy had a lot of problems that affected her way of relating to others, both with people of her age and with her own parents. Due to a series of bad decisions she misses the school year and that's when her mother decides that it is best to send her to live with her father so that she can get away from "the toxic environment she is in."

(conclusion that Emily draws after brief questions that Lucy did not develop when she answering)

This is how Lucy ends up going to live with her father at the Addison Apartments because well, a rock star who lives in a town that no one knows = peace of mind and time which he can dedicate to his daughter and himself!

oh, another fun fact of her! A year before moving to the Addison Apartments, she had a platonic friend/crush named Meri with whom she lost connection. I mention this because Lucy has a tendency to isolate herself when something happens and simply end a relationship instead of fighting for it, which she did at the time with Sally and the rest of the gang, but she has learned to be more open about how she feels.

thanks for asking! just in case, if anyone is interested feel free to ask me anything abt my ocs or even if you want to know my headcanons of Sally Face (in this case bc im in others fandoms like BG3 and Gorillaz) I'm more than happy to share them 💖💖💖

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Dancing On Your Heartstrings

Chapter 1

Ranveer POV

"Ranveer Kashyap. Sweet name, by the way."

Ranveer turned to face the boy －the eternally exhausting, exasperating boy－ and said, "Hindi bol le, angrez ki aulad."

Raghav put down his coke and feigned hurt, placing a hand above his heart. "Aap mujhe aisa kaise keh sakte hain?" he said in a dramatically British accent. 

For the nth time that day, Ranveer sighed. Why did he ever think this could work out? No- Why did the principal think this could work out. He and Raghav could never work together. The boy was simply too… draining. He was a goddamned vampire dressed in neon jackets that sucked your life force out of you. Two days with him and Ranveer was already thinking of getting a prescription of migraine meds. 

"The competition is in two weeks, Raghav. And we haven't even choreographed yet!" 

Raghav, however, didn't seem the slightest bit pressed. "So? We can choreograph in two days, practice for ten days, rehearse on the last two days. Easy."

Ranveer wanted to grab him by the neck and shove his face into chullu bhar paani. "Easy? Easy!? Easy hogi meri chappal. Tu do minute cooperate to kar. Main akela thodi kar lunga ham dono ka dance choreograph?"

"Arey bas, yaar. Chill kar na thoda. See, main kathak se related kuch choreograph karta hu, tu hip hop jaisa kuch dhundh. Dono ke genres intermix to karke kuch dynamic banate hai."

"Dynamic to apna ban jayega. Pata bhi hai BCPA ki team ne kab ki preparations shuru kar di? Aur tune aaj ka pura din waste karwa diya. Na kuch kiya na karne diya," Ranveer grumbled, shoving his feet into his shoes. He shouldered his bag and walked out of the practice room. After waiting for a while, he noticed Raghav was still in the room. "Chaliye, maharaj. Mujhe is room ko lock karke warden ko keys bhi deni hai."

Raghav was rooted in his place. This guy was just one weird thing after another. His coffee-brown curls really looked like a bird's nest after a whole another day of goofing around and doing no real practice. His face had a thoughtful expression, eyes squinting, gazing into the distance. "Oye!" Ranveer called out to him. Then, he seemed to come back to his senses. 

For some reason, there was a slight tint of redness on his cheeks. Perhaps from exhaustion. Maybe being stupid did make you tired, Ranveer had thought idiots never ran out of energy. 

"Listen," Raghav called out. Ranveer quirked up an eyebrow. "You want to practise right? Come to my house. I don't have any siblings, to koi pareshan bhi nahi karega. We can look up dance moves and choreograph together."

Ranveer wanted to refuse, but when he actually considered it, it wasn't that bad of an idea. Begrudgingly, he replied, "Okay."

Raghav flashed him a grin, showing his pretty teeth that Ranveer was always so tempted to break. 

Once again, Ranveer sighed. "Ab maharaj baahar aayenge ya aapke liye paalki bulai jaae?"

• • • 

It was five pm when the bell to the patil household rang.

"Aati hu!" chimed in a woman's voice from inside the house. Not long after, the door opened. 

It was Mrs Patil, Raghav's mother, probably. She looked at him, head to toe, from his sleek black hair, to the slight stubble on the dark skin of his face. Shit, should he have shaved? Was she judging him? He was already going mad overthinking. But then Mrs Patil tilted her head and asked, "Ranveer?" 

Oh, she has never seen me before. That's why. Ranveer smiled and nodded, earning a warm smile from Mrs Patil too. She had benevolent-looking eyes and deep dimples. So that's where Raghav got them from. Ranveer had always thought he got them from his father, since he looked so much like the man. 

"Arey, andar aao na, beta. Raghav told me you would come today. Do you want chai?"

Ranveer took the corner seat of the sofa and looked around. Mrs Patil hadn't waited for his answer and was already pouring a cup of chai for him. "Thank you," he said and took the cup she handed him.

"If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen, beta. Raghav bhi aata hi hoga."

With that, she disappeared into the kitchen. Ranveer sipped on his chai and cursed himself for not asking her for her name. Now he'll have to be stuck calling her "Mrs Patil" or "Aunty".

Thought the word aunty wouldn't suit her. Despite her age, she had the sort of radiance in her that many women seemed to lack. Until now, Ranveer couldn't place a name on it, but now he realised that he had seen the same untiring energy in Raghav. He had only met Raghav's father, because he also taught at their college. So he had connected all the dots about him to his father and filled in the blank spaces, the things he didn't know about them, with his imagination. 

It had been easy, both him and his father were equally energetic. Though the teacher knew how to keep a class in check, and Raghav didn't even know how to keep himself in check.

But now he realised, Raghav was much more like his mother than his father. In only a few seconds, his mother had made Ranveer recall Raghav so many times you'd think he was in love with him, thinking of him every few seconds and all.

Ranveer pushed the intrusive thought out of his mind. Phew, his mind could be a weird place. Especially when he was drinking chai with this much masala. He was pretty sure he was tasting mulethi, and he'd never had mulethi in chai before. Weird, weird family and their weird, weird chai habits. 

He was finished with his cup when the door sprung open. Raghav, who didn't even have the common sense of not calling someone to his home when he's not even at home himself, grinned at him and threw his bag beside him. "I'll go wash my face. You can wait for me in my room."

Ranveer went to put his cup in the kitchen sink, but he couldn't stop the heat in his cheeks from seeing the grin on Raghav's face. One look at him and Ranveer's own brain betrayed him, replaying that same intrusive thought for some reason. 

Weird. 

[hand-picked-star]

The 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta

Moodboard : Historical AU

Whispers of the Heart | Chapter 25 ( final)

DISCLAIMER: The story is set in the early 20th century. While I have made efforts to capture the essence of the era, there may be inaccuracies as this is a work of fantasy. I do not own the characters Arnav and Khushi, and this story is purely fictional with no relation to any real individuals, living or dead. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

WARNING: 18+, MATURE CONTENT.

Final Chapter

Three years later.

It was the eve of Diwali, the festival of lights. The Rajput haveli was a vision of grandeur and festivity this evening. The entire estate was adorned with intricate decorations. Strings of twinkling fairy lights draped over every window and doorway and vibrant rangoli patterns were meticulously crafted at the entrance. Rows of gleaming diyas, their soft flickering flames casting a warm, golden glow, lined the pathways and courtyards, creating a serene and enchanting ambience. The air was filled with the scent of freshly made sweets and the sounds of laughter and celebration, as the household came alive with the spirit of joy and togetherness.

Arnav and Khushi had been celebrating their Dewalis with the Rajput family instead of their own Haveli, which they had finally managed to build according to their own taste. It was especially Khushi's touch that could be seen in every corner of the new Raizada state. Though they had a beautiful house of their own, they very much enjoyed spending their Dewalis with the Rajputs. Because, all of their near and dear ones were here and with Mahindar and Manorama's advancing age, they wanted to celebrate the festivals surrounded by all of their children.

"Oh shit."

Arnav hurriedly entered the room and locked the door behind him. Khushi was in the midst of getting ready. was adjusting a delicate gold necklace around her neck. She had styled her dark hair elegantly in loose waves that had gone perfectly with the stunning deep red sari, she had worn. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of concern as she looked up from her reflection.

"What happened?"

"The string of my trousers just snapped. Did you bring a spare?" Arnav replied, noticing how gorgeous she looked.

"Let me see."

As Khushi proceeded to see Arnav's broken trouser string, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

"Aren't you a bit too eager to see my treasures, Mrs. Raizada?"

Rolling her eyes at his antics, she said, "Take it off."

"As you wish."

Arnav grabbed her waist, gently placing her on the desk in her room. The old desk was not that big, leaving her back pressed against the wall. He moved to stand between her legs, gently pushing them apart.

"What are you doing?" she whispered yelled as his hands slid up her thighs. He wrapped one of his hands around her waist, pulling her a little closer, while he put the other hand against the wall, above her head.

"Nothing, just testing how sturdy the desk is," he said leaning closer to her. A playful smirk curled on the corners of his lips.

"Arnav, everyone is waiting for us downstairs."

"A few more minutes won't hurt them," he said, capturing her lips in a teasing kiss while his hands gathered her saree around her waist. He touched her in between her legs, finding her already eager for him.

"Ap aise nahi kar sakte," she whispered, biting her lips.

"Kyun nahi kar sakta? Biwi ho tum meri, my legally wedded wife." A soft whimper escaped her lips, as he pushed his fingers in between her nether lips. "And look at you," he murmured, "....already so ready for me. The idea of us on this desk excites you, huh?"

Khushi swatted his shoulder lightly and smiled, her eyes full of mirth. "Shut up."

"Make me."

In the past few years, so much had changed. What hadn't was the undeniable pull between them. Despite the upheavals in many aspects of their lives, there they were, still wrapped up in their own little world.

He looked devastatingly handsome, as always-nothing special in that. But the navy blue kurta he wore today made his eyes stand out even more, and they were now focused on Khushi, brimming with mirth.

Khushi clutched his collars and pulled him close as she fused their lips together, successfully wiping off the teasing grin on his face. Meanwhile, Arnav got rid of his trousers and entered her in a swift motion. Both of them moaned softly, their pleasure barely contained. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer. Her back arched slightly while she adjusted to him. His lips travelled down her neck alternately sucking and kissing her soft supple skin. Her head fell back, eyes fluttered shut.

"Don't leave marks. It would be very awkward in front of the relatives." The desk beneath her creaked softly as he began to move.

"Shhh... I won't... at least not where everyone can see." He whispered, lightly sucking behind her ear.

Their rhythm grew frantic. They tried desperately to muffle their moans, as he pounded repeatedly into her. He then realized they were making lots of noises.

"Shit, your bangles.''

"Huh..?" When Arnav saw his wife completely blissed out and lost in the sensation. He just shrugged his shoulder and went back to his previous activities. Soon, their moans mingled in each other's necks as they finished together.

Both were breathing heavily. Khushi cradled her face against his shoulder, her fingers gently playing with his hair. While Arnav tried to catch his breath by resting his head on her neck. A sudden knock on the door startled them. Instead of pushing him away, Khushi clutched his neck even tighter, holding him close. Akash Bhai's voice came through the door.

"Khushi?"

Regaining her composure, Khushi answered in a shaky voice, "Haan, Bhai?" Her body froze in place.

"Where's Arnav? Hasn't he come yet? Bareilly wale Fufaji usko kabse dhoond rahe hain."

"Hume nahi pata, Bhai. Humne unko nahi dekha."

Khushi noticed her husband's shoulders shaking lightly. She cast a glare at his shoulders as if willing them to stop.

"Theek hain, main dekhta hoon. Tum jaldi tayaar hoke niche aao."

As Akash Bhai's footsteps faded, Arnav couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. He looked back at his wife, his amusement contagious. Khushi tried to give him a stern look but ended up laughing along with him, playfully swatting his chest. Arnav gazed at her affectionately before capturing her lips with his.

As much as he loved to kiss her whimpering lips, he loved kissing her smiling ones even more.

After freshening up, Arnav headed downstairs. As soon as he reached the bottom, two little bodies collided with him, and he effortlessly scooped them up into his arms. Three-year-old Akansha, a spitting image of Anjali as a child, brought back memories of his sister's younger days, while five-year-old Ajit, a perfect blend of Akash and Payal. They grinned up at him. Arnav settled into a nearby lounge chair, both children comfortably perched on his lap.

Little Akansha said in her baby voice, "Mamaji, thank you for the gift. Ma said me to thank you." She placed a tiny kiss on his cheek.

Not to be outdone, little Ajit mimicked her. "Ha, Mamaji, thank you."

Akansha quickly turned to him, frowning. "Arre, buddhu, wo sirf mere Mamaji hain. Tumhare nehi."

"He isn't your Mamaji either," Khushi chided little Akansha lovingly. "Remember what I told you? When you go to our house, you'll call him Mamaji. But when we come here, you have to call him Fufaji."

Arnav scrunched his nose in response, "Don't confuse the children, Khushi." Then, turning back to them, he added, "Why don't both of you just call me Uncle, okay?"

Both of them nodded and sprinted off to play in the courtyard.

Meanwhile, two pairs of brown eyes eagerly awaited their turn on his lap. As soon as it was vacant, they climbed onto each of his thighs. A sweet, confused voice asked, "Daddy, do we need to call you that too?"

"Oh, no, I've worked too hard for you to ever call me that."

"Well, your daddy was very close to being called 'Uncle' by my children once upon a time," Khushi said, lightly touching the little girl's nose.

Arnav cast her a mock glare and mouthed soundlessly, "How dare you?" In response, Khushi just laughed.

While little Ayushi snuggled against her father's neck, little Kush played with his toy, absorbed in his own world. Roma Chachi had remarked aptly that Khushi had indeed given birth to their own reflections, as the three-year-old twins were perfect mirrors of their parents.

While little Ayushi was a bit clingy and voiced her need for attention, little Kush was more reserved. Arnav saw himself in Kush more and more as the days went by. Though Kush didn't seek attention outwardly, inside he was just as eager for snuggles and cuddles as his sister. Even if he pretended otherwise, he desired the same affection. So, Arnav made sure to give both children equal attention. And in some cases, he made an extra effort to give affection to Kush while he was still open to it. Because, As Kush grew up, Arnav knew his little boy might not appreciate his father hugging him as much as his daughter might. It's just a man-code.

Arnav pulled little Ayushi closer, planting a kiss on her head, while he affectionately rubbed his son's back. Khushi watched them with a soft smile, her heart swelling with warmth and tenderness. It had been three years since their birth, and Khushi had been pestering Arnav for another child, but he kept refusing. Their birth had traumatized him enough. Arnav till date clearly remembered and almost felt the panic that he had gone through that night.

He had arranged for the best midwife in the area and had called a trained nurse from the missionary hospital for the delivery. The doctor had come as well and assured him that everything was alright and that the birth would proceed naturally. And there he was, pacing in front of the room where Khushi had been for two hours-two hours of listening to her whimpering and screaming in pain. Arnav was just minutes away from asking Hariprakash to fetch the doctor again when a deafening cry of a newborn pierced the air.

A joyous shout of Roma Chachi came from inside, "It's a boy!"

A few moments later, Roma Chachi emerged from the room with a little crying bundle and approached Arnav. But at the same time, another scream from Khushi nearly stopped his heartbeat. Roma Chachi tried to pass the baby to Arnav, but he grabbed her upper arms and asked urgently, "What's happening inside? How's Khushi?"

A hushed whisper circulated among the women in the room who had come to assist with the birth, noting Mr. Raizada's reluctance to take the baby in his arms. Roma Chachi looked around, guessing how the situation must appear, and spoke to Arnav in a hushed voice.

"Take your son, Arnav. Khushi will be alright."

Chastised by his mother-in-law, Arnav looked at the baby, who had stopped crying and was now gazing at him with wide eyes. He took the baby in his arms and sat on a sofa in the corridor. The baby's little body squirmed in the palm of his hand. Father and son stared at each other for quite some time. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness washed over him, though he couldn't exactly name the other emotions coursing through him. He just kissed the baby boy's forehead lightly and spoke softly as if the baby would clearly understand his words, "I'm not mad at you. I'm just scared."

A little while later, Anjali took the baby from Arnav while Khushi's screams continued to echo from the room, driving him to the brink of madness. He asked Hariprakash to fetch the doctor and also asked Anjali to go inside and see what was happening. Suddenly, the screaming stopped, and Arnav's heart pounded at the sudden silence. Roma Chachi emerged with another bundle, her face radiant with a brilliant smile. "There was another baby-a girl. It's a little Khushi."

Arnav placed his hand on the baby's head and asked, "How's she?"

"She will be okay, Arnav," Roma Chachi reassured him and transferred the baby to Arnav. He felt her snuggle into him as he placed a soft kiss on her crown. Since then, Little Ayushi never missed a chance to snuggle into her father's arm.

When everybody went home and the babies were settled with Anjali and Payal in the next room. Roma Chachi decided to sleep in the room, attached to where Khushi was. She was sleeping soundly after giving birth. The doctor said she had lost a lot of blood. Although the bleeding had stopped, she had become very weak. She looked pale, alarmingly pale actually and her breathing was shallow. Fear gripped Arnav's heart despite everybody's reassurance.

He spent the night holding her hand and sitting on the floor near her head, counting her breaths. He didn't know when he fell asleep, his head resting near their joined hands. But he woke up to Khushi's gentle fingers lightly gliding through his hair. When he opened his eyes, she urged him to lie down beside her on the bed. He obliged, and she didn't waste any time snuggling into his chest, her arm draped across his belly.

"Will you be angry with me for the rest of your life if I leave this world before you?"

Arnav's heart dropped at her question. "Don't ask me questions like that."

"Answer me, please."

He pressed his lips to her forehead. "I can never be angry at you."

"Good, I don't want you to be angry at me at all."

"Then don't even think of leaving."

Khushi tilted her head to look at him and smiled tiredly. Arnav placed a soft kiss on her dry lips. "I felt like I would never see you again, or our babies..... I was so scared."

Arnav gulped down the lump in his throat and didn't say anything in response, only pulled her closer to his body.

She had been quiet for a while, and Arnav thought she had fallen asleep when she spoke again."We have two babies now," she said almost disbelievingly.

"Yes, we do. We didn't even know how to raise one."

"Shhh, we'll manage," she said dreamily. "One baby is for you, one baby is for me. Did you hold them?"

"Yes, I did."

"I haven't yet. I guess I had fainted at the end," she said sadly.

"Why don't you get some sleep and gather some energy, Mommy?" he said lovingly. "If they're to be like you, we'll have a lot on our hands."

"What are you saying? I was a very quiet kid."

"Sure, you were," he whispered against her forehead.

"You were no better, mister. I know all the stories from your childhood, so you can't deny it. At least I didn't get stuck in a patila."

Laughing, Arnav gathered her in his arms even tighter, and both of them fell asleep like that.

"Bhaiya, Bhabi, come quickly! Roma Aunty is calling you," Amelia's voice called out across the courtyard to the little bubble of the family of four, who were just chatting.

Over the years, Amelia blossomed into the remarkable young lady she was destined to be. As the cloud of melancholy gradually lifted, it revealed her true essence—a kind, compassionate, and fun-loving individual, fiercely protective of those she loved.

"Let's go Mrs.Raizada."

He extended his hand toward his wife.

Khushi looked up at his extended hand, recalling a time when he had reached out in much the same way to guide a little girl out of the darkness.

Khushi scooped up Kush in her arms as Arnav held Ayushi. Hand in hand with their children nestled in their arms, they joined the rest of the family. The warmth of the burning diyas cast a golden glow over them.

In the end, as they embraced the spirit of the festival, they realized they found their perfect piece of forever in each other's arms, in each other's eyes, knowing that this was where they were always meant to be.

----------THE END----------

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@featheredclover @arshifiesta @phuljari @msbhagirathi @jalebi-weds-bluetooth @chutkiandchotte

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

If falling in love shouldn’t make you feel sick…. then maybe I’ve never fallen in love before. Because all times when i thought i must surely be hopelessly, deeply in love, the thought of the person made me sick.

Not in a “I despise you” kind of way.

But in a “I love you, i love you, i love you. I try so hard not to love you but you have consumed the entirety of my being and it would be completely and utterly vain not to tell you how much i deeply admire and love you. You have enchanted my mind, bewitched my soul and ravished my heart. How could i love anyone else when your soul and mine are cut from the same cloth? They are halves that fit together so perfectly. You are the flesh of my flesh, the bone of my bone. You are more myself then I am. I would leave everything i am and know for you. Just for the chance to be one with you. I would let you kill me, just so i could have an excuse to haunt you. And i would let you haunt me all the days of my life. Haunt me, drive me mad, drag me down into the depths of hell so long as you were there with me. I would sacrifice paradise and Eden for merely a taste of you. You are my salvation and my hope for heaven. Tu hi toh jannat meri, tu hi mera junoon, tu hi toh mannat meri, tu rooh ka sukoon. You are the heaven for me, you're my passion, you are my prayers, you are my soul's bliss. Tere naam se ji lu, tere naam se mar jaaun. I'd live by your name, I'd die by your name. Hawaoon mein lipta hua main, guzar jaunga tumko chu ke, agar man ho toh rok lena, thahar jaunga inn labon pe. I'm tangled with the breeze, I'll pass away after touching you, if your heart wants it, then I'll stay with you on your lips. You are killing me and you keep me from dying. Yet, how many times did i die without noticing. I am grieving the death of a love that was never born. The worst thing about this is that I'm mourning the loss of something I already knew was going to die. The most tragic part is I have betrayed and destroyed myself for nothing. I shouldn’t be jealous; you were never mine. I'm so happy when I'm with you. But it also kind of hurts. But then it also hurts when I'm not with you. Well what the heck am I supposed to do!?” kind of way.

[aronaax]

some meri headcanons cuz i luv her

- she is a book girl. probably gets through a couple books in a day. i think she would like sylvia plath or anythin by the brontë sisters

- likes poetry too

- Kinda obvious but she loves plants and nature and she makes an effort that all the plants in her cell r watered and healthy everyday. very heavy set on the idea of keeping the planet & environment safe

- rly good at archery and practices in her free time

- wouldn’t hurt a fly but could kick the shit out of someone with her deer legs if she wanted to

- wears light or dark academia style .. long skirts, collared shirts u name it

- soft spoken and shy at first but if she is comfortable around you she will yap (just like me fr)

- bffs with Iris/SCP-105….. maybe more….. she is confused about how she feels about her and gets the good old Religious Guilt when she feels romantic feelings for her

- she has a very calming presence like u could fall asleep listening to her voice

- likes herbal or ginger tea

- tall as hell. 6 foot or more probably bc why wouldn’t she be she is bloody half deer!

- all animals love her she is like snow white

- keeps the letter clef sent her beside her bed and she constantly rereads it either trying to figure it out oooorrr for some comfort knowing he loves her (even though she’s never met him

- if she sees someone in trouble or pain she isn’t the type to stand around and wait for someone else to help she Will make sure ur ok whether u like it or not

- bonus: ani (my oc) likes to braid her hair and put flowers in it bc she likes to play with peoples hair like the touchy ipad child she is

that’s all :3

[coffinsister]

If it's not to much to ask, what did you have on your coffin playlist? And if you're taking suggestions, I would say Annabelle by creeper fits

Here is Soleil's Ultimate List of Coffincest Songs, that I could actually remember, that I put together this morning just for u Anonnie !!!!

If I say Where you at - Ayesha Erotica do I get shot mid-sentence or after finishing the sentence 

I was really close to including ManEater - Nelly Furtado here but besides the title and the You wish you never ever even met me at all line it doesn't really fit them lol

Cannibal - Kesha 

Someone Gets Hurt - Mean Girls Musical 

(You wanna click this link you wanna click it so so bad)

An Unhealthy Obsession - Synthetic Orchestra 

Obsessed With You - The Orion Experience

Stalker's Tango - AutoHeart

Kuroneko No Tango 

Masochism Tango - Tom Lehrer

(Click on this link click on this link click on this link)

Love Me Dead - Ludo 

I Love You Like An Alcoholic - The Taxpayers 

No Children - The Mountain Goats (This is very Decay route of their part)

Sex With A Ghost - Teddy Hyde

In my Room - Insane Clown Posse (Lowkey Cementary Girl fits them too)

Sadistic Vampire - Meri Yapura 

Magnet by them is also pretty good I think (Btw I need everybody to know that the guy voice here is how I think Andrew sounds like, I have many approved votes of reference for this.)

Sociopath (Lol this one is just ASPD Ashley propaganda but also Decay Route vibes)

Romance is Boring - Los Campesinos 

Normal People Things - LoveJoy

Pacify Her - Melanie Martinez 

505 - Artic Monkeys 

Crazy Girls - TOOPOOR

You're So Creepy - Ghostown

Diablo - (This Song is Decay Route Ashley to me)

This Is Love 

Me and My Husband - Mitski (This is how Ashley sees Andrew lol)

A Pearl - Mitski (This just reminds me of Andrew's nightmares tbh)

Tag you're It - Melanie Martinez (When he chases her on the Decay Route something something I'm mentally unwell)

[qalbofnight]

tum kis ranjish mein ho badal? Kyun aaj is siyaah Surat mein ho?

Haan main is rut mein bhi khush rehti hoon! Tum kis mahv-e-hairat mein ho? Un paudhon ko Maine paani daala tha, Jo Meri hi khalvat mein Hain, Tark- e- yaar- e- tabassum, haan Meri kismat hai.

I have written this poetry in the remembrance of the friends, (clouds, stars, winter, fireflies and

all those beautiful natural belongings around whom I have grown up and considered them as my best friends) But many people whom I used to consider as my friend, with the passage of time moved away from me, left me

betrayed, stabbed, and hurted and made me either a competitor or an enemy, and it makes me question to all my ex friends what are you in conflict with? "Tum kis ranjish mein ho?"

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 22

Finnick x Y/N

Series Masterlist Link

A short but important chapter tonight!

Content Warnings - None

You jolt awake as the truck comes to a stop. It seems to be evening, meaning the hovercraft ride and drive took the whole day.

Peeta is let out of his truck first. You can’t see where they are taking him but he’s muttering things to himself and looks scared. A soldier opens your door and you are instructed to follow.

Getting out, you finally see who you and Peeta are joining. Gathered around Boggs are Katniss, Finnick, and a few other soldiers from District 13. They are sending you into battle.

Boggs and the others seem shocked by the two new arrivals and Boggs quickly cuffs Peeta, explaining to him that it’s just a precaution until he can get the situation figured out. You hold out your hands to him but he shakes his head. He wasn’t going to cuff you.

Boggs returns to the group and explains that Coin wants you and Peeta in the propos. Finnick explains to you both that your squad isn’t on the front lines, they’re just there to film propos and look cool. Boggs then explains the holo and pods and how we still need to be careful.

Finally, the group grows tense as they debate who will take watch and when. Your head hurts too much to listen so you make your way over to the wall and sit down.

“Are you feeling alright?” Finnick asks you, noticing your sluggish movements.

“Headache,” you mutter.

“How about you get some rest,” Finnick suggests, handing over his sleeping bag to you. “I’ll wake you when it’s time for dinner.”

You wake up screaming an hour later, sweat dripping down your forehead.

“Hey hey it’s ok,” Finnick states as he tries to calm you down. One of the soldiers makes a comment about how the screaming may reveal our location but he is quickly shut up by a glare from Finnick.

“Bad dream?” he asks you.

“Tick tock,” you mutter. “The clock… it… I need to talk to Peeta now.”

Finnick worriedly nods and goes to get Peeta. He comes back and is prepared to stay for your conversation but the look you give him tells him it’s a private convo so he leaves.

“Peeta?” you ask the boy, and maybe your only companion in this situation. “What’s happening to me?”

“I don’t know,” he responds. “What was your dream about?”

“Clocks,” you say, making Peeta freeze.

“They need to send you back to 13 now,” he states. “It’s not safe for you here. We need to go back!”

Peeta’s outburst garners the attention of the group, causing Boggs and Finnick to rush over.

“She can’t be here,” Peeta tells them. “All her progress is going away the longer she’s here. We can’t stop it. It’s too late. We need to get her out before it gets worse.”

“I can have a medic come check her out but unless it’s a medical emergency I’m afraid she can’t be evacuated,” Boggs states. “Soldier Y/L/N are you feeling alright?”

“Headache,” you mumble.

“If it gets worse I’ll call in medical,” Boggs states. “Until then I’m ordering you to rest. Soldier Odair, I’ll take you out of the rotation tonight so you can monitor her.”

Dinner comes and you are starving. You eat all of your food and some of Finnick’s too. The headache is still there but you’re starting to manage.

After dinner you curl up next to Finnick in your own sleeping bag. You won’t let him touch you but you’ve instructed him to sedate you if you start screaming again. Sleep comes too easily for you.

Tick tock

Tick tock

A poisonous fog crawls back into your mind as your head screams in pain. Your arms are on fire as the sound intensifies.

Tick tock!

Tick tock!

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[sassybabe225]

Hello 🤗

Bhai dekh lagta hai tu gussa ho gya sorry if you feel pointed by both of us before,we do this kind of fight often and believe me that screenshot,hff i did those msg to scare him so he won't put someone else in middle so that person feel like a fool we do fight alot and then again become friend all happy but i again ask for your forgiveness if my words hurted you

Sorry 😐

And reply a Lil faster I'm kind of impatient

Nahi nahi it's alright 😃

Galti meri hai jo main ye assume kar leti hu ki har koi mere jokes ke sath has sakta hai

Galti meri hai ki main hi involve Hui 🙏

[david-goldrock]

How the global response teaches Israel an important lesson: occupation is bad, war is worse

Translation:

One cannot open the TV nowadays without hearing the latest security senior calling for the war to end

And what about crumbling Hamas and killing Sinwar? about that, don't worry, they say, we'll always be able to renew the fire

"We are ending the war"

"To stop the war"

"The stopping of the war"

"To stop the war"

"With very harsh conditions to Hamas"

"At the first UAE-"

Withdrawal from Gaza? Leaving an armed Palestinian terrorist organization, It's familiar to me from somewhere

For example, the Oslo accords! Even back then we talked about a withdrawal of the IDF forces from Gaza and leaving there an armed terrorist organization, in that case the PLO

The leftist prophet, the great author Amos Oz is writing thus even 30 years ago

"If the terrorist will continue with the terror, well in that case Israel will be able to close on Palestine and destroy it"

The end is known - The Palestinians have continued with the terror, we hadn't destroyed Palestine, and the first to call not to destroy it, is Amos Oz himself

7 years later, it's about withdrawal from south Lebanon, from the security belt that Israel was in for many years.

Then Prime minister, Ehud Barak, is saying "we'll withdraw" but he's calming: "If they only shoot one bullet at us, we'll get in and bomb them with all the force"

"I want to see the person who dares to, with these conditions, shoot towards the IDF soldiers, or the settlements. We will know how to respond and what to do."

Not to talk, of course, about the disengagement in 2005: Then PM: Ariel Sharon is saying, warning, the eve of the disengagement: "Those who will continue to attack us will meet the IDF and the security forces in their full force"

One of the returning reasons for withdrawals is the claim that when the IDF forces work outside the sovereign borders of the state, they hurt its legitimization, and so if we'll withdraw to the international border, we'll recharge the legitimization, and then we'll be able to use that battery to attack them with all force if they only dare to attack us.

It's hard to believe but in the final discussion about the disengagement 20 years ago, then Justice minister Tomy Lapid had explained that the antisemitism in the world and the universities, is because we are acting in Gaza:

"We are slowly but surely becoming outcasts. They try to boycott us, universities don't want to see Israeli speakers! Jewish students in the USA are suffering because of us! because the videos and photos they see every evening, every evening, in every TV station are showing us as a cruel occupier"

So what is the solution? to withdraw! A. as we said, it is totally reversible, and B. it will give us legitimization! Listen to Meri Shitrit, this is huge:

"We'll state a fact to the world: we are out of the Gaza Strip, and the Palestinians have no reason to attack us, and if they attack us anyway, no one will come with complaints to us if we attack them with every weapon, with all the force, beyond the border, no need to stay in Gaza for that! who will then be able to come with complaints to us? when we evacuate the land, saying 'Here! establish your lives, manage them, we are ready to help you!' no one will come with complaints to us"

"The world is waiting for the Palestinian response: a reached hand for peace, or terror fire? to the reached hand we'll respond with an olive branch, but to the fire we'll respond with fire harder than ever"

'harder than ever' now, in our sorrow, we are in an experiment that is going for almost 20 years: the group of the experiment: the Gaza Strip, the control group: Judea and Samaria. from the Gaza Strip we withdrew, to Judea and Samaria we entered

So where would you expect the international outlook will be worse? of course, in Judea and Samaria! only that in reality the exact reverse had happened

In 2009 then state minister Tzipi Livni, Not exactly an Itamar Ben Gvir, gets out in the last moment from an arrest in London due to the cast lead operation, in Gaza

In 2010 mass demonstrations in Europe because of the Marmara's advance towards? Gaza

After that, the Goldstone report in the same year, accuses Israel in war crimes, not in Judea and Samaria, in Gaza!

And of course the international arrest warrants they had deployed now [2024] after a terrible massacre of 1500 people? In the Gaza Strip

In the eyes of the world, when you run away, evacuates and dis-root [your civilians], you don't get international credit, but rather pay a debt to he who [by the look of your own actions], the land is probably his

Debt with gray market interest, and if we know anything about gray markets, is that in the end, the bullies will always knock on your door, with a large bat and with a debt to pay

[kajuuuukatliiiiii]

I WILL EAT MY BOYFRIEND HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE. HE'S SO MUSHU MUSHU. BITCH HE GOT ME ACTING WEIRD ASF AND CRINGE BUT IDGAF CUZ MY MAN IS SO CUTE. STAHPPP BRO I WILL FOREVER BE GREATFUL TO GOD JEE. THANK YOUUUUUUU. AISA INSAAN BHAGWAAN SABKO DE PAR YEH INSAAN MERE ALAWA KISI AUR KO NHI 🧿🧿🧿🧿

Update

MKC BC JISS BHI BSDK NE NAZAR LAGAAYI HAIN PEET DUNGI. I AM GONNA SORT SHIT OUT WITH THIS MAN. I WANT MY KIDS TO HAVE HIS HEIGHT. THERE IS NOWAY IN HELL I AM LETTING THIS FINE MAN GO. HAA MERI HEE HARKATO KI WAJAH SE THODA JHAGDA HO GYA PAR MKL MAINE JAANE NHI DENA ISS LADKE KO

Update

HO GYA MERA SORT. APNI NAZAR APNE TAK SEEMIT RAKHE. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH IT HURTS BEACH. I’M WHIPPED WTH