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sleep-drunk-kitten · 10 months ago

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pairing: Sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: angst with a happy ending, fluff, established relationship

content warnings: emotional neglect, some swearing, hoon is kinda a workaholic ig?, I don't think there's anything that really needs warnings other than this is sad but lmk if I miss anything!

summary: your boyfriend comes home late after promising to be home on time for once, only to find that you're nowhere in sight...

notes: this is another one that I'm not sure how to feel about ;-; but I hope you guys enjoy it TwT fun fact, the whole thing was inspired by an rp that I did with an ai where the robot somehow managed to call me by another person's name while cuddling XD

I'm making a general taglist for my fics so if anyone would like to be added please either send an ask or a DM ^w^

Everything below the cut is NOT proofread

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The white noise of your favorite movie buzzes through your living room, conversation and dialogue that you’d learned by heart filling the cold space with a false sense of familiarity. You sit cross-legged with your back pressed into the arm of the L-shaped couch in front of the tv, resting your chin on a plushie held close to your chest, looking not at the flickering screen to your right, but at the clock hanging in your kitchen–the only room in the house with the lights on.

9:17 pm, it reads. Roughly three hours and seventeen minutes since your boyfriend would typically get home from work.

Three hours and seventeen minutes since you’d been waiting on a barstool by the kitchen island where you both usually took your meals.

A tiramisu cake and a bouquet of flowers laid out in front of you.

Waiting.

So much waiting.

After an hour or so, you’d gently slid the cake back into its box, distracting yourself with the task of putting the flowers into a vase before they could wilt.

‘He’s late again,’ you think sleepily, eyes struggling to stay focused on the clock, ’he promised he wouldn’t be tonight.’

Your vision blurs as the long hand hits 12, eyelids too heavy to keep open, mind wandering to the conversation you’d shared with Sunghoon that morning.

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“What time will you be home from work today?” you asked sleepily, sitting up in your nest of blankets, having woken up to find that he was already in the process of pulling his socks on, careful not to wake you.

“I don’t know, Love, you know how crazy things have been with this update, I might be late again,” he said absently, looking around for his glasses. “Where the fuck did I put them?”

He runs a hand through his hair frustratedly, leg bouncing in agitation. It made your heart ache slightly in your chest, disappointment, guilt, and worry mixing confusedly in your stomach.

You loved Sunghoon, more than almost anything else in your life, he was the man you’d chosen as your partner, who you’d decided to stand by through thick and thin. But ever since the game company he worked for had started work on a new update, you’d been seeing less and less of him. Always coming home late, tired and stressed, mind wandering and absent even when he was sitting right in front of you. You understood, you really did. Between the two of you he was the one with the bigger income, the burden of taking care of you, of making sure that the two of you could build a future together, was on his shoulders. And it was a responsibility that he did not take lightly.

But still.

In moments like that, where you slid off your bed to fetch his glasses off the nightstand–blanket wrapped securely round your shoulders to fend off the cold that permeated your apartment since the heating had started to malfunction–moving round the bed to stand in front of him… you couldn’t help but feel like he was breaking your heart. Just a little.

It was in the way he only met your eyes briefly when he took them from you before standing and gathering the rest of his things, sighing in what could’ve been frustration or relief, it was hard to tell.

It was the way he didn’t stop the flow of movement steadily taking him away from you and towards the office till you called his name twice, stopping in his tracks and fixing you with a look that, though probably unintentional, made you want to bury yourself under your mountain of plushies and hide.

“I’m going to be late, (y/n), what is it?”

You winced. You couldn’t help it. Unaccustomed to hearing him say your name with so little emotion. “Just… could you come back on time tonight?” your voice is barely more than a whisper, tapering off into silence the longer you force your eyes to meet his. “Unless you can’t of course! I’m not saying you have to do anything, I understand that you’re busy and you can’t really dictate when or how things get done but just that it would be nice if you could be home on time tonight since-”

“Okay.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll make it home on time tonight.”

His voice was softer than it had been a moment ago, giving you the courage you needed to meet his eyes. They were still heavy with worry, brows drawn together to dig a permanent crease into the middle of his forehead, but they weren’t quite as cold or distant. He was looking at you, really looking at you for the first time in what felt like forever.

It wasn’t much, you knew that. But it was still enough to ease the knot building in your throat. Enough to bring a small smile to your face as you nodded. “Mnm! Okay, I’ll see you tonight then.”

“Mnm, alright,” he said, a small, slightly strained smile coming to rest on his own lips.

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The apartment was almost completely dark when the lock to the front door chimed, alerting the darkness that someone had arrived. The figure that stepped through was slumped over, backpack sliding off one shoulder with his jacket, shoes abandoned haphazardly.

It took a moment for Sunghoon’s mind to catch up to his body, for it to fully sink into his bones that he was home. That he was home and it was nearly 11 pm. Home and the tv and kitchen light were both on, white letters onscreen asking the room if anyone was still watching Netflix.

Something in the kitchen caught his eye, a handmade vase his sister had given you for your birthday set out on the kitchen island, filled to the brim with pink, white, and purple flowers he did not recognise.

’Oh’

It was his birthday.

That’s why you’d asked him to come home on time.

Sunghoon groaned, face twisting with what could only be described as pain as he quickly set his bag down by the front door and made his way to your shared bedroom. You were usually asleep by this time, unable to pull all-nighters the way you used to back when you were in high school, always out like a light by no later than 10:30 every night.

’But she still stays up every night waiting for you,’ a voice in his head hisses.

’I know… fuck I know she does,’ his own voice replies, panic setting in when he finds your room empty, the bed neatly made, not even a dent to show that you’d been laying in it while working on your laptop during the day.

’She’s not here… are you surprised? How long did you expect her to wait?’ the voice whispers, a chill cascading down his spine.

The panic sets in with more vigor, wrapping round his throat and sending his tired mind into overdrive as he checks the bathroom, your home office, and finally the dark living room. Fear telling him that this was it.

He’d really gone and done it now.

He wasn’t a complete fool. He knew the moment you stood in the middle of your bedroom floor instead of closing the distance between you and wrapping your arms around his waist, choosing instead to clutch your favorite duvet like a lifeline, wincing when you heard his voice, all because you wanted to ask him to come home… he knew right then that he’d been an absolute idiot.

He’d meant to come home early, to be there to make it up to you, to apologise properly, tell you that he’d take some time off as soon as the update was done and dusted.

But he didn’t. He let work sweep him up again. Drowning in error messages and buggy code till the sky outside his office windows was filled with the flickering lights of the city at night.

And now… now you weren’t there.

He’d left you alone.

He’d left you alone too long and you were gone.

You were gone.

You were gone and-

’Oh.’

There you were.

The relief when Sunghoon sees you–curled up on the couch, partially hidden by a small pile of blankets and stuffed animals–is immediate.

He doesn’t really register the way he sighs your name, shoulders relaxing, body melting into the floor the moment he’s in front of you, hand brushing a few messy strands of hair out of your face. The need to feel the warmth of your skin, to confirm that you really are there in front of him more an instinct than a conscious decision.

You mumble something in your sleep, tilting your face away from his cold fingertips, eyes fluttering open. “Hoon… hi baby… welcome home,” you say tiredly, shifting under your blankets in an attempt to pull yourself up.

Sunghoon feels his heart crack in his chest. Why were you smiling at him? You should've been angry. You should've pushed him away, demanded to know why he was back so late, why he'd been neglecting you in the first place.

“Baby? My love… why are you crying?” you ask, reaching for him through the haze of sleep still clinging to your limbs.

Choking back a sob, he leans closer, tucking his head under your chin and doing his best to wrap an arm around you from his place on the carpeted floor. “Nothing,” he says, shaking his head, though the tears soaking into your sternum say otherwise, “just missed you…”

Your vision blurs at his words, a thread of steadily building tension and worry that had been constricting your heart for the past few weeks snapping. “Oh…” your voice shakes slightly, lungs shuddering as your breaths begin to feel lighter, “I’m right here you goose, what’re you crying for?”

“Who says I’m crying,” he says, hoarse with tears.

“Right right,” you laugh despite the dampness now soaking through your own cheeks, “because my baby never cries, huh?”

“Never,” he sniffles, nuzzling closer.

You stay like that for a while, eventually urging him to sit more comfortably on the couch, allowing you to settle yourself on his lap, his arms still wrapped firmly round your waist, hands occasionally kneading whatever part of you he was in contact with as if he needed to assure himself that you were there, solid and real.

He waits until he feels your heartbeat slow to a steady rhythm, trying his best to calm down so his own can match yours, beat for beat. The way it–in his opinion–should.

But it wouldn’t, there were words lodged in his throat, and every time he tried to get them out he felt that same panic wash over him, sending his heart into a frenzy.

You could feel like beating against your cheek, could sense that there was something he wasn’t saying from the way his grip on you would tighten almost imperceptibly, stiffening as if he was bracing himself for something. A part of you wanted to push him, prompt him and ask what was going through his head, why you’d woken up to the sight of him crying in the dim light of your living room. And you would’ve if he hadn’t beat you to it.

“I’m sorry, (y/n).”

“What do you mean? For being late? I know you can’t help it, Hoon, it’s not some-”

“No! I mean yes, I’m sorry for being late tonight but… I mean… I mean for everything… for not being… here, with you, like this… as often as I should be, I’m sorry,” he says, the hands at your sides nervously fidgeting with the fabric at your hips, nervously looking between your face and the static tv screen behind you.

Sunghoon had never been good with words. You’d learned early on in your relationship that he preferred to show how he felt through his actions. Yet here he was, fumbling through an apology because… because…

“My love… did you think I’d left?” you ask, gently cupping his face with one hand, urging him to look at you.

Puffy red eyes still wet with tears, messy unkempt hair from running his hands through it all day, tired and probably as emotionally spent as you’d ever seen him and still… still he was the most beautiful person in the world to you. He nodded, hiding his face in your chest again, hands stilling.

“Well,” you sigh, resting your chin on top of his head and running a hand through the hair at the back of his head, combing through it in a way he swears only you can, “at least you know you’ve got things you need to make up for…”

“I know… I forgot for a while… but I know…”

“That’s okay then,” you breathe, leaning back to kiss his forehead. “But Sunghoon… baby… darling… the love of my life… my little pookie bear… “ you both giggle a little at the pet names, “You know I’d never leave you over something like this right? I was sad, and hurt, and I still expect you to make it up to me by never doing this again but… I still love you, it only hurts because I love you… I’m not going anywhere.”

Sunghoon pauses for a moment, letting your words sink in. You think that when he looks up, lips slightly parted, it’s to say something in response, but you really should’ve known better.

Slowly, giving you enough time to pull away should you choose to, his breath mingling with yours before he steals it away with a soft, lingering kiss. Neither of you is in any rush to take things further.

It feels like a small eternity before he pulls away, like time stills for you both, but then he’s pressing his lips to your jaw, butterfly kisses tickling you down to your pulse point, making you giggle so you almost miss it when he says, “I love you too… so much…”

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It isn’t until the next day when you’re shuffling into your home office dressed in one of his oversized jerseys, complaining about a meeting that he remembers the flowers he’d seen on the kitchen island.

Pulling out his phone, he makes good use of his detective skills (and google lens), remembering all the times you’d spoken to him about the language of flowers, and the meanings behind certain blooms.

He wasn’t quite sure whether to laugh or cry once he’d figured it out, opting to dig through the cabinets for a pack of waffle mix to fix you some breakfast instead. He had a lot of apologies to make…

Baby’s Breath: pure everlasting love

Pink Camellias: longing for you

Forget-me-nots: true love memories, do not forget me

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fishnapple · 9 months ago

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FUTURE SPOUSE : WHAT YOU LOVE ABOUT THEM

(can also apply to long-term committed partner)

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

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1. Carnelian

The Carnelian stone, which represents this group, looks like a heart with The Moon stone right above it, open, its dark side is exposed, making the impression of a heart broadcasting something. I can see that this person has an open heart. They put their vulnerability on an open platter for you to see. They had been hurt in the past, their heart is full of scars, but they don't hide it. It takes great bravery to do that, and you will love them for it.

They know how to move on from past hurt, from pains, especially in relationships. They didn't become pessimistic because of it. They have learnt the lessons and are ready to do better in the future. You won't see bitterness in them, they're probably the kind that don't talk bad about their ex, even if that ex had hurt them badly. This trait will also be clearly felt when you two have arguments or in conflicts. They may be angry, you may shout at each other, but they will cool down and think rationally about the problem and ready to solve it together with you, no passive-aggressive actions. After that, they won't bring it up again in the future just to make you feel bad.

Part of the reason why they can bravely face the conflict and move on is because they can detach their mind from the conflict, able to see it from many viewpoints. They are fully aware of their emotions, but they don't let them run amok and cloud their mind. They give equal respect to both emotion and rationality. At times, they can even appear a little cold or detached, too logical, but you will still admire that about them or even find it attractive.

They could have a very unique beauty or what is considered classic beauty but put a creative spin to it. The kind that stands out, or at least in your eyes, you will always be able to find them in a crowd. Not exactly because it's so exceptional but because it shows individuality.

I don't think they are a conventional person, something about them is going against the grain of society. They are a free thinker, the way they think and speak is unique and beautiful. It's full of wisdom and maturity. You can learn a lot from them. Their advice is kind and considerate and you will feel their love through it.

Above all, you love their compassion for life. They are a humble person, despite their talents and wisdom, they don't go around lecturing and ordering people. They understand that everyone has their own problems and fears, so even in conflict, they won't go out of their way to demolish the other person. They have the mindset of 'Live and let live'.

Being with them will make you feel peaceful, understood, and free. At times, it will feel like a gentle breeze blowing through your hair in the middle of a field, at other times, it will feel like sinking yourself into the tub, warm water washing away all of your fatigue.

2. Tiger's eye

I get a feel that this person spoils you a lot. They would try to fulfil your every wish, as long as it's in their ability. It could be buying you gifts, cooking your favourite dishes, helping around the house etc. They just know how to make you feel safe and satisfied.

They are generous and dependable. A part of them is very adventurous while another part of them is more traditional and liking structure. This traditional part is likely shown only in close relationships. You can feel that they treat you more specially, more preciously, they put serious intention into the relationship with you.

They could be a little clingy? wanting to be with you at every moment, somehow the old song 'I don't want to miss a thing' by Aerosmith comes to mind. You may complain about it sometimes but I think secretly, you do enjoy that kind of behaviour. It shows loyalty.

They would like to take the more dominant role in the relationship, wanting to lead and plan ahead for both of you. If you are someone more on the passive side, this will make you more at ease. Beware of the tendency for 'laziness' and 'dependency' though, since they take on the more active role and like to do things more.

The way they talk, it's smooth and has a sway to it. They could give you lots of compliments, not the shallow, generic kind but the kind that unique only to you, makes you feel that they pay attention to every small detail about you. They sure know how to flatter your ego a bit and make you feel more confident in yourself.

Whatever darkness is hiding in your closet, they will pull it out for you, gently, persuasively, do a spring cleaning and give you a better perspective on those issues. You may feel resistant at first, but gradually, with time, you will come to appreciate their doing this for you. They could buy you a house but they'd rather help you build your own house.

Another thing you love about them is their passion, it's spontaneous and out of the blue, like electricity. Things are planned in such an unplanned way that you will be surprised every time. Being with them will feel safe but never boring.

You guys may also communicate a lot through dreams or other psychic means. The connection has a strong spiritual side to it. You and them both intuitively know what the other person is thinking without many words spoken. It's a silent understanding, a link between two spirits.

3. Aventurine

I get a sense of candidness from this person. They have a style of expression that is both soft, childlike yet wise and mature at the same time.

They have a dry or wacky sense of humour that you love. It touches other's insecurities in such an odd way that make others feel at ease and safe with them. For example, you guys have to go somewhere dark but you have a fear of the darkness, instead of making fun of you for it, they will act all scared and jumpy and insist on holding your hand to calm them down, even if they don't actually scare of the dark. They can make fun of themselves and bring themselves down a bit to elevate the other person. You would have your fears gradually banished by being with them. They help you to be more courageous.

Even though they act like that, they don't seem to be someone that people can mess with. Maybe they have a very intimidating air about them. The way they deliver the jokes could be very deadpan. But it will make you laugh and make you feel protected.

This person doesn't have a big ego. They're self confident, as in being sure of themselves and that's for them is enough, they don't feel the need to go around imposing their will on other people, advertising their brilliance to get praise. In fact, this person is very down-to-earth, praise actually come naturally to them. Because of their sureness in themselves, they know where they stand in a relationship, what they want from a relationship, where the relationship is going, so they are decisive. They will tell you straightforwardly how they feel and what they want for the relationship. If there's a problem in the relationship, they will address it clearly to you and expect both of you to solve it together. You will love them for their honesty and their way of approaching everything.

They could be the best hugger. You love being hugged by them. Something feels soft and warm, yet sturdy. They may not be a big person but their energy is big. Even if their physique is smaller than you, hugging them will feel like hugging a big tree or a big teddy bear.

They are also very giving. They will share their time, their resources with you without second thought, or for some hidden motives. There could be a boundary issue though, you may sometimes feel that you guys have fused with each other, the boundary of what is yours, and what is theirs will be blurred. Maybe you're someone who likes to be one with your partner, then you could find this to be of no issue.

4. Clear quartz

This person seems like someone who is very good with words. They could be in the publishing, writing, or journalism. Or singing.

They are like a magician, there's magic in their work. They have an expansive inner world. When you get closer to them and take a peek inside their world, you will see its marvels, like a large reservoir, an inner creative power generator. They can translate that power into their works, works that can move many people. It comes with rigorous hard work, though. They are dedicated to whatever they're doing. They want perfection, mastery over it, whatever hard work is needed, they don't mind putting all in. That attitude is what makes dreams come true. And I think you can't help but fall in love with that.

They could seduce you with just words or their voice. The way they talk or sing can speak deep into your soul, pull out your hidden feeling. They could have a healing effect on you that you love. It makes you feel like being cocooned in a velvet blanket.

This person has a sensitive and intense soul. They don't love lightly. Once they are committed to someone, they will be there with that person through thick and thin, always preparing to face the storm together. You will love being loved by them. It's not a common experience. Love is not a common experience, of course. But being in love with them will have a depth that is hard to find with other people. They could make your past relationships feel pale in comparison. This person could show their love for you through physical touch and intimacy. It's when their love will find its rawest expression.

You will love them for for being a humanitarian. They care about the world, society, and people. What they're doing is not just a form of self-expression but also directed towards a bigger goal. They want to contribute to the greater good, to make changes and make people's life better. It may sound like some kind of lofty ideals, but actually they do believe in it. And their faith will be their power. You have fallen in love with a magician, so expect magic and miracles coming out of their hat.

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love-quinn · 10 months ago

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— COLLECTORS' GUIDE

summary — you love books, and spencer can't figure out why you don't have a single one inside your apartment. his only solution is, of course, to buy you some.

warnings — swearing, reader has a toxic ex

pairing — spencer agnew x fem!mythical reader

pronouns — none (you/yours)

featuring — spencer agnew, nicole enayati, vianai austin (mentioned), kiana parker (mentioned)

word count — 1.8k

note — as someone who LOVES mythical kitchen i've been toying around with the idea of spencer and someone from that show or even just mythical in general, also she was speaking to me she told me she's a bookworm i don't make the rules sorry. thank you so much for all the love on my last two spencer fics <333 hope you enjoy

LA’s a big city; it’s loud, it’s dirty, and it’s busy. Working in the industry you do, you don’t have a whole lot of calmness in your life, which is why you make it your personal mission to make your apartment as soft and cozy as possible.

You pile your couch with throw blankets and pillows, you have lamps where you can control the brightness, you hang art on the walls and you love it there. You layer your rugs and you keep candles on every shelf. Your apartment is one hundred percent yours, and that’s the reason Spencer likes spending time there as much as he does.

You and Spencer are a fairly new couple, you’ve only been together a few weeks, and he still can’t quite believe the two of you are together. You work in the Mythical side of the office as a producer and sometimes on-camera for Mythical Kitchen so the two of you see each other fairly often but not every single day.

He likes to think he knows you pretty well – he is your boyfriend. But one of his favorite parts about being in this relationship with you is getting to learn more about you. Neither of you are shooting anything today so he decides to drop by your desk during his lunch break. You’re on yours too, you and Nicole are chatting across your desks, you have half a wrap in one hand and a folded over paperback novel in the other and Spencer brightens at seeing you.

“Hi, babe,” he drops a kiss on your hairline, leaning over and peering at what you’re doing. “I was gonna see if you wanted to go for lunch with me but you seem to have it covered.”

You tilt your head back to look him in the eye, face lighting up. “Hi! I didn’t know you were coming over here.”

He shrugs, leaning on the back of your chair. Nicole excuses herself to go meet Vi for lunch like they planned and offers Spencer her chair while she’s gone so he doesn’t have to hover. Spencer watches you smile up at her as she leaves and can’t stop the frown from making its way onto his face.

“You’re not going with them?” From what he knew, the three of you were really good friends, at the very least close coworkers. Seeing Nicole talk about her plans with your mutual friend right in front of you without inviting you felt… not wrong, but definitely weird.

You just shake your head. “No, Thursdays I usually eat by myself, they go out somewhere.” You catch the look on Spencer’s face and amend yourself quickly. “They do invite me, I just prefer to eat my lunch at my desk, I can get a chapter or two in before they get back.”

Spencer looks down at the paperback in your hand again. “What’re you reading?”

You hold it up for him. It’s an older book, with frayed edges and a peeling vinyl cover, a grainy lighthouse on the front. He takes it when you offer it and flicks through it, careful not to disturb the bookmark. “I was gonna take it back to the library on Saturday and get a new one, but I can come over after that?”

Spencer shakes his head, only now just seeing the Los Angeles Public Library sticker on the back cover. “Can I come with you? Unless that’s like, something you wanna do by yourself or whatever? I didn’t know you went to the library.”

You take the book back and put it on your desk, out of the way. You and Spencer have wordlessly begun to split the wrap that you’d packed for lunch, something you’d made at home that made his mouth water. “Yeah, of course you can come. I go most weeks, I try to read a book every week but sometimes, y’know,” you gesture around the office.

That’s how Spencer finds himself on the steps of the LAPL for what he believes to be the first time. He’d been to libraries before, obviously, but not since leaving Florida, and not for a long time. He knows you like to read, there’s often a paperback in your hand or your purse or your car, it’s your quiet time activity. He just assumed you bought your own books, but getting to walk hand in hand with you through the stacks as you browse, he definitely sees the appeal.

You find your new book of the week and hold it up to him gleefully, and you don’t even have to pull him along to the desk for him to follow you dutifully. Spencer would let you stay in there for hours, gazing lovingly over at you as you talk familiarly with the librarian.

Eventually, you cut yourself off and excuse yourself to return to your boyfriend, knowing that his ideal weekend plans probably didn’t include letting you drag him around the library. You really like Spencer, you don’t want to hijack all of your time together.

Spencer hasn’t even considered that. In fact, he is actively planning the next time that the two of you can come back, desperate to see you so happy again. Desperate to make you that happy.

It becomes almost a routine. The two of you begin your weekend by going out for breakfast somewhere, Spencer follows you around the library and then the two of you go home and spend the rest of the day quietly in one of your apartments. Usually it involves him playing Zelda on the couch with your feet in his lap while you churn through your book.

You fold around each other comfortably. You have your separate friends, your separate jobs (well… technically separate), and your separate hobbies. But as the weeks turn into months, Spencer sinks right into your little oasis in your apartment.

His clothes end up in your drawers, he starts going in to work with homemade meals that are obviously made by someone who graduated culinary school (i.e, not him). Love pours endlessly out of every crevice, and Spencer feels like he’s drowning in it. Spencer loves his apartment, it’s his home, but as somebody who also loves you he loves your apartment a lot as well.

It feels like every single time he goes over he finds out something new about you and the way you love, which is why he’s not quite so sure why it took him so long to notice the empty shelves in your room.

You’re on your phone, lying on your stomach with your feet by the head of the bed. Spencer is just coming back from the kitchen, your coffee order in his hand when he notices it. “Are you gonna put something on that shelf?”

You look up from your phone to see the shelf he’s gesturing to. Spencer can’t pretend not to notice the way that your face falls. “Uh, sure. I can if you want?”

Spence shrugs as he comes to sit down beside you. You wriggle up so you’re sitting and take the coffee out of his hand. “I don’t care, babe. It’s your room.” He plants a kiss on the side of your face and swiftly moves on. “I just remembered on Saturday I made plans with Kiana, so I’m gonna have to skip the library, I’m sorry.” He does seem genuinely sorry to be missing out on the time spent with you, you deflate subtly.

“That’s totally fine,” you return his kiss. “Tell her I say hi. I’m not done with my current one anyway, so I might just stay home.” You love the library, you spend a lot of time there, but you’re looking forward to a nice morning by yourself at home. Then, you remember the date and groan quietly under your breath. “Never mind, I have to go in to renew it anyway, or else I’ll get another late fee.”

You’d only ever returned a library book late once in your entire life, something that Spencer found completely adorable. Especially so the fact that you viewed it as such a big deal.

“I guess that’s the price you pay for them being free,” Spencer points out.

You hum, “I wouldn’t mind having one or two that I get to keep,” you say it so concretely, so nonchalantly. As though it’s not actually something you’re able to do.

“Why don’t you buy a couple?”

You glance over at the empty shelves. “‘Cause it’s like, childish?”

Spencer frowns, sitting up straighter. “Babe, do you think I’m childish?”

You rush to fix your mistake. “No! Of course not, that’s not at all what I meant-”

Spencer takes your hand, putting the empty coffee cup on your nightstand. It’s filled with his things and that makes his heart swell. “No, I know you weren’t calling me childish. But do you think I am?” When you shake your head, he continues. “I have like, video game bullshit all over my place. You’re not childish for having things that you like in your apartment. Plus, books are like the most normal out of all collectibles.” His eyes are deep and sincere and you roll your heels underneath you, moving so your legs are spread out in front of you. “You want books? Buy a million fucking books, babe.”

You sigh, biting your bottom lip. “I know, it’s… I used to have stuff on that shelf,” you admit. “I had a bunch of books, I’d been collecting some of them since I was a kid and everything. My last boyfriend he, well. Doesn’t matter, long story short, I came home from work one day and they were all gone.”

Spencer is probably the last guy you’d expect to see involved in a fistfight. He’s 5 '6, he loves Hawaiian shirts and there is video evidence of him Fortnite dancing. But more than that, though, he loves you, which is why his first instinct is to go find whoever it was that did that and fuck them up.

“That’s so messed up?” He can’t even wrap his head around it. “Babe, what? No, oh my god.” He can’t even formulate a coherent sentence. You love so liberally, so generously, that the idea that someone had thrown away something you love made him physically sick.

“I’m so sorry that he did that to you, that’s fucked. Not your fault you know how to read and he doesn’t.” That makes you laugh, your chest shaking as you lean into him. He wraps an arm around you and kisses your temple, rubbing your forearm gently.

He and Kiana have plans on Saturday, and he has no intention of bailing on them, but that doesn’t stop him from pulling out his phone and texting her, asking if she’d be willing to make another stop with him while they were together.

The next Saturday, you get home from renewing your library book to find your boyfriend waiting out the front of your apartment. He beams at you as you reach him and you don’t have to look inside the box to know that once you stop kissing him you’ll find the beginnings of your next book collection.

#spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #spencer agnew fic #smosh x reader

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fangsandfeels · 5 months ago

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"Everyone gets along because there is a threat", yadda, yadda, yadda.

Bullshit. This is not how real scenarios work and it has never been.

russia is a global threat right now, but the world can't decide between sucking its dick and politely asking it to stop because the mere thought of confronting russia makes it shit its pants. The very few countries who scream into the void, warning about russia and telling people to wake the fuck up are ignored and viewed as crazy doomsayers.

This is how real crisis looks like. Nobody works together against a threat because people are spineless cowards who would rather throw their neighbors under the bus than fight. Nobody learned anything from history lessons, books or survivors.

The only difference in a fantasy game is that NPCs end up having more spine and moral principles than real people.

But in Veilguard, everyone gets along because they have NO reasons not to.

Davrin has no real reasons to beef (if you can call it that) with Lucanis because he is a Grey Warden. He knows where Grey Wardens take their conscripts from. He knows that Grey Wardens regularly recruit mages who are a lot more likely to get possessed if they're not careful. Working with an assassin who knows friend from foe isn't the worst thing ever. One subtle warning about taking action if demon takes over is enough.

Taash has no reasons to antagonize Emmrich aside from horrible writing.

Neve gets along with Bellara because writers gave Bellara a happy childhood with her family and turned Dalish artifacts into Apple store gadgets, while refusing giving Neve any nuance as the citizen of Tevinter.

Emmrich gets along with everyone because he is generally a kind and well-mannered person who doesn't like to stir the pot.

Any companion who could have had a sharp edge, got that edge ripped off and a cartoon band-aid slapped on.

Never doesn't deal with people who don't know about Shadow Dragons (and they probably shouldn't know much because when you work against a powerful government who wants to destroy you, you shouldn't show off), so she constantly has to deal with the fact that people assume she is a noble or a slave-owner because she is from Tevinter; that they don't know that she had to literally fight against being enslaved herself because in Tevinter mages who refuse to use their power to dominate others are turned into slaves as well.

Bellara isn't conflicted about working with humans, especially Tevinter humans at all. She seems to never have dealt with oppression her whole life and she is super quick to write off Cyrian as evil even though there are clear SIGNS that he was tricked and controlled by the Forgotten One. But no, she never thinks "He is still there, I can save him, I won't lose him again", she goes straight to "Oh nooo my brother is dead to me".

Emmrich doesn't get burdened by people reacting to him and his sincere intention to help with fear, because of all the sinister rumors revolving around necromancers and Nevarra. He isn't hurt by people assuming that he loves death and things dying. If even he openly admitted that he is deeply terrified of death, they wouldn't have believed him.

Harding isn't burdened by the revelation she learned and what to do with it. Should she storm her way to the Orzammar? Should she talk to fellow surface dwarves and reconnect them with their history? Should she never breach the subject because the truth hurts and it's too much pain, too much anger to live with - and maybe she shouldn't let other dwarves go through it?

We don't even have a party divided on what to do with Solas (kill or talk it out)? Even though it's logical to have companions who are convinced that Solas has to die and those who think that he is misguided and can be convinced to stop.

Also, there are NO companions whose background, viewpoints and attitude would rile other companions up. We have no controversial characters whose interactions with the crew Rook would have been forced to intervene in unless they want their team to start throwing hands with each other.

We could have had Imshael - to give EVERYONE a reason to worry, and argue, and have conflicts. We could have had an ex-Venatori Calpernia bashing heads with Neve, Bellara, and Emrich. We could have had a Qunari spy who'd make Lucanis' dagger-arm itch.

If writers didn't forget about the Architect, we could have had an intelligent Darkspawn companion Davrin could be losing his shit around.

Or heck, we could have had a former red templar who got partially (magically?) reversed from their mad state and is now not a mindless beast, but still is on a borrowed time, probably needed due to their strength, but barely tolerated by anyone.

Who is fanatical, mostly because they have to believe they made a noble sacrifice, that it all was for the greater good -- because the truth scares them to their core. Who gives Lucanis shit for being an assassin and abomination, who bashes necromancy, and mages, and talks about purity, while downplaying their own actions as "Yes, these are my sins, but they are for the better world, and I would be proud to die for that world unlike you heathens who would rather ruin it than repent for your flaws". The kind of companion you'd initially want to do nothing with, but who can reveal an entire gallery of fucked up contradictions and trauma if you decide to keep them around.

However, writing such companions takes skill, courage, and requires absence of greedy corpo "we don't want to scare away new players with all that moral nuance" thinking.

#veilguard #veilguard ama #dragon age: veilguard #dragon age: the veilguard #veilguard critical #bioware critical

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jmdbjk · 8 months ago

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Well...

I've always harped on their "chemistry" and its no exaggeration. They fit together so naturally. They are so very in tune with each other, when you are with that person and you feel like everything is right and it doesn't matter what you are doing, where you are going or if you are doing anything or nothing at all.

This episode was completely different than any of the previous episodes.

By the end of November they both knew what was going to happen and embracing the idea that they were about to "go in" and they were doing this together. They flat out said they were making memories to take with them while they served their military obligation.

Jimin and Jungkook clearly see themselves as just ordinary people living extraordinary lives, and they want to and expect to experience ordinary things.

The convenience store visit.

They ran like kids sliding on the ice, stomped in the snow, threw snowballs at each other, even though occasionally, Jimin's pragmatism burst their cozy little bubble:

Jungkook: "When it snows during our military service I think I'll recall this moment."

Jimin: "Right now, we're watching the snow from a hotel window but soon we'll have to sweep it up."

Ever the romantic, that Jimin...

Walking on the street with the general public, getting coffee, making their way to the train station... just like everyone else...

Yes, they had a crew with them, leading them and following them through the streets of Sapporo. But everything they did was ordinary.

When they are ordering food or drinks, their attempts at reading and speaking Japanese are endearing. They just dove right in. I love them. See? Don't let language be an obstacle when traveling in a foreign country!

I don't know if that's his personal little round furry money purse or if the staff used that for this trip's spending money and just handed it to him... but it was cute as fuck.

There is nothing pretentious about them. Yes they can whip out the black card to pay for expensive whisky but Jungkook took pleasure in choosing what he wanted himself, carrying his armload of 18 year old whisky to the counter and paying the $4000 for it himself at the distillery. He could have had someone else do it for him.

We saw these purchases in his refrigerator during his live on Dec. 8:

As ordinary as it was, there were still some very WTF moments that everyone has already pointed out:

That moment from the car ride on the way from the airport to the hotel at 11 o'clock at night, no seatbelts, Jimin practically sitting in Jungkook's lap and both smushed against the door. Jungkook looking like he is about to get lucky or just did.... man, I don't know what that was all about and how it stayed in this episode instead of getting edited out. I mean... there is a cut so we are not seeing the entire thing but what they left in was... ok?... I guess?

The train ride sequence (even though it was highly manipulated in post-production to wipe out all the other people)...

That culminates in this... we hope it ends up being a selca in the photobook. The moment was so sweet.

At the distillery, cosplaying their pickup lines at a bar...

Jimin's moment of clarity when he envisioned himself a girl dad and Jungkook thinking "uhhhhh... ok, Jimin, whatever you say"...

Gotta say though, Jimin envisioning himself a father at some point in the future was very sweet.

They reminisced a lot, talking about how much they and the other members have changed over the years and still remarking to each other how young they both look when back outside in the cold air, cheeks flushed from whisky and beer and a hot meal.

Their point of view regarding their looks, "they enjoy watching us gradually get raggedy and fat."

Yet, their age difference is exactly what makes them click. Jimin being older, caring, watchful, responsible in the early years, and Jungkook, so young, still socially awkward, always watching Jimin, always sticking close by him, learning how to maneuver the situations they faced in their profession. Through the years they evolved and matured personally and professionally into the men they are today.

If they had been same-agers, the outcome may not have been the same.

Again, props to the staff for everything they did to make this happen for Jimin and Jungkook. It appeared that some of the time they remained outside in the cold while Jimin and Jungkook were indoors eating or getting coffee.

This trip was their final trip before that "rite of passage" that every Korean male is obligated to fulfill. There was a poignant edge to a lot of this episode, in what they talked about, in the imagery. Jimin has always seemed to want to hang on to his "youth" and now he was about to cross that line and he knew it.

I also keep harping on the fact Jimin and Jungkook are together as we speak and I am thankful for that every day. I firmly believe they are thankful for each other, even if they are not same age friends.

Two more episodes.

#jimin #jungkook #jikook #kookmin #are you sure?#i love this thing they left for us it is so very special #i suppose we won't talk about the two days in tokyo prior to sapporo...

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chatsukimi · 11 months ago

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ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ

featuring: jujutsusorcerer!nanami, curse!reader, angst, breaking up. synopsis: life is too short to hold yourself back. you force a certain uptight sorcerer to learn the hard way. masterlist

nanami likes to think he has no regrets. he tells the students that he'd never had a lover, not one that lasted very long anyway. he tells anyone who asked that he is too busy in his job to date.

too busy to date a normal person outside his job, he means.

in other words, nanami likes to forget he likes a curse.

you're sitting on his couch, folding his shirts fresh from the laundry. "kento-kun!"

nanami likes to think he turns away. likes to think he goes to the kitchen to prepare his dull blade to kill you, but, recently, he's learnt that he's a liar.

you tiptoe over, examining how he runs his knife under tap water to clean off the curse residue. you had reacted better than he thought you would when you learnt he exorcised curses, probably because you were a mediocre curse yourself, not involved in the grand scheme of things.

you peer curiously over his shoulder. "that's your weapon?"

he lifts it up purposefully close to show you, but instead of shrinking away, your hands attach to its sides, gracing the cloth gently.

"woah..."

he stills. when he begins chopping up the vegetables, you're right by his side, helping him cook with rapid skill.

"careful. don't add too much salt in," he says, an uneasy monotone gracing your ears.

he doesn't look at you.

you pause on the salt, staring at him. "is something wrong?"

a flashback zips through his head, of a dying colleague, of a growing curse. mostly holding himself back, nanami lets out a long exhale. he shakes his head.

"no. i'm alright."

the atmosphere is tense under your scrutiny, probably because, for you, he would taste better than any human dish might. truthfully speaking, you only eat his food out of politesse.

'liar,' you whisper into his ear, glaring at him with an infinite amount of human hurt. "don't lie to me."

you know as well as he does.

nanami likes to think his heart doesn't clench when you reach out to hold his hand, your skin that reminiscent of that terrifying rubber feel he's constantly associated with death. you pause when he flinches away.

"nanami?"

kill them. that's your job, it's what you must do. kill them.

he murmurs lowly, "i think it's time for you to leave."

you take a step back. he doesn't move. you wait for him to chase after you while receding from him, two steps at a time.

nanami likes to think he's a serious man. likes to think he knows what's right for him and others at the most important incidences. but strip away the guise of having it all together and he realises what's most human about him is slipping through between his fingers: you.

watching you, nanami cannot think.

he's stalking towards you towards the exit. you've turned your back on him. his heartbeat tremors.

"wait-"

your voice is empty when you respond- is this what he'll remember you by?

"what, nanami?"

would nanami force you to stay? he's always been selfish in keeping you at his place, treasuring the heartfelt words, midnight slow dances, pretending the outside world didn't exist. the world which draws a distinct line between humans and curses. good and evil. but now, now nanami has to choose.

"don't go." he croaks. pathetic.

you stand there, head lowered. "why? what even am i to you?"

curse or human?

the words taste bitter in his mouth, crawling to the tip of his tongue. speak! kento, what are you doing?! speak! and in the ideal world, he says them, right there, held in your molten gaze. those three words would have you rushing back into his arms, ready to start anew. it would read like a fairy-tale.

he would be happy.

yet earth is a hell that confines him. he cannot force himself to take another step forward. you cannot force yourself to take another step back.

this is what would've always happened.

in a split second decision, you put on your shoes.

"forget me, kento," you breathe. let's pretend this never happened. "i know you hate curses getting stronger."

you cross the threshold of his door. the fantasy dissipates.

when he opens the door again, nanami looks down the corridor of his apartment complex and sees no one.

not even the curse of regret.

#nanami x reader #nanami kento #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #nanami #kento nanami

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oharaslove · 29 days ago

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Heyyy

I love your stories so so much

I was wondering if you could do one where reader and Miguel love each other so much but reader moved abroad.

They both stayed in touch getting intimate in the beginning but after a while he started dating readers friend

Reader is devastated when she finds out and distances herself from him.

Theyy reconnect online and they both find out that they’ve been yearning for each other all that time and they have spicy time together over the phone .

They both feel guilty because Miguel is still with readers friend and they decide to speak online every so often because they both genuinely don’t want to be away from each other .

My theory for them is that they’re endgame but life put them apart for a while as a way to learn ( reader is anxiously attached and Miguel is avoidant)

Feel free to freestyle

Thank you 🩷

Hi anon!!! I'm so glad you like my stories!!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this, but I hope that the wait is worth it.

This is so spicy, I like it hehehe. I mean, obviously I don't condone cheating in any way, but like come on. One, we know Miguel is canonically a cheater (comic Miguel I'm looking at you), and Two, girl, what did you expect dating your bf's ex-boyfriend? Honestly, I would lose all respect for my friend if she ever did this, so fuck her hahaha.

Anyway... let's get into it!

Summary: You and Miguel used to date but life pulled you apart. What happens when after not talking for months you two reconnect online? Word count: 6.2k Tags: MiguelxFem!Reader, Miguel O'hara AU, cheater!Miguel O'hara (Reader's friend is a bitch, so whatever), Phone sex Warnings: Cheating (obvs), Masturbation (fem and male), dirty talk all over the place.

✎masterlist✎ ✎AO3✎

𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐

You don’t value what you have until you lose it. That’s what everyone says, right?

Well, in the same way, you don’t realize how much you love someone until he is more than 5,000 kilometers away. How your heart yearns for him, getting goosebumps in your skin when you remember how he used to touch you. Kiss you.

But, can all that love survive distance? Time differences? Can a person madly in love, with the need to hold its partner close every chance they have, keep going back to the person who constantly avoids them?

You and Miguel were highschool sweethearts. You loved him with all your heart, and you knew he loved you too. You just… had different ways of expressing it.

While you were always trying to be by his side, shower him with love and appreciation, Miguel sometimes avoided you. Not entirely. Is not like he would see you in a corridor and pass right through you without even saying ‘Hi’, but more in the way of you wanting to spend every free time you had together, while he preferred other things.

You always wondered why it was, but after learning about his upbringing, everything became clear. Miguel didn’t think he was capable of love, he never thought he deserved it. Deserve you.

You understood, or at least tried to. Although, it didn’t help that Miguel wasn’t communicative. If you thought you weren’t capable of being loved, you would like the other person to show you that you were wrong, that it was okay. That you could be appreciated. Loved. Be taken care of.

But Miguel…. Well, it worked out, you don’t know how, but you two worked out. You didn’t want to leave him, because you loved him, and he didn’t want to leave you because, even though he always thought you deserved better, he was selfish. He wanted you, and no one else could have you.

Everything came tumbling down when you graduated. Miguel and you were the best of your class. While he decided to stay in Nueva York and continue his studies in Alchemax school, you had other plans.

No one knew about them, not even Miguel. With how possessive but at the same time avoidant that he was, you didn’t want to tell him.

You wanted, no, needed this. It was your dream, and even though you loved your boyfriend and would trust him with anything, you felt like letting him know would bring to a stop your plans. Sour them and your mood. And even… your relationship.

Of course, that happened eventually.

You got what you wanted. To study abroad. Oxford had given you the opportunity to have an interview with them, and you took it. You didn’t expect anything from them, didn’t think you would hear back from college, but you did.

You got in, but at what cost?

It was mid June. You were hanging out with Miguel when you got the call. You two were having a picnic in Central Park, the last few places with green in the stoic city. Your head was laying in his chest, his arms around you. The last time you had felt them hold you, the last time you had felt his warmth against your body.

You didn’t recognize the number, but you answered anyway, having a gut feeling that it was important. You sat up, your attention fully on the caller. Miguel watched you, his face puzzled.

“Yes, yes, thank you!” you said excitedly. “I’ll be there. Thank you again for the opportunity.”

You hung up the phone smiling. You could feel happy tears in your eyes.

“Job offer, preciosa?” guessed Miguel, reaching to play with your hair.

Right! Miguel. He didn’t know.

“I–” you bit your lip. “Not exactly”

“So…. college?”

You breathed in deeply. “Yeah… umm” you looked down, playing with the hem of your shirt. “It… it was Oxford. I.. I got in” You looked to the side, avoiding his gaze.

You could feel Miguel’s stare in the side of your face. A minute went by, neither of you spoke or moved. The air was thick, you were finding it hard to breathe. You knew that hell would break loose at any moment.

“Oxford?” Miguel said in disbelief, sitting up slowly. Resting his body weight on his arms.

Here we go…

“Yes.”

“Oxford?!” Miguel said louder. “As in Oxford, England?”

You pressed your mouth shut. Your silence was enough to answer the question.

“I can’t believe you” Miguel stood up in a second, turning his back to you. You still didn’t dare to look at him.

You could hear Miguel muttering words in Spanish. Some you couldn’t decipher, but they were mostly curses, which you didn’t know if they were directed to you.

Miguel ran his hand through his hair. He turned around.

“You are moving abroad?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes” you said, barely above a whisper.

“Look at me. If you have the guts to leave me behind, at least have the balls to stare at my face.”

You didn’t move.

“Look at me!” he shouted with.. Fury? Disbelief? Betrayal? You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to find out.

You looked at him reluctantly. Tears pricking your eyes.

“Oh, don’t you dare,” he said, greeting his teeth, pointing at you. “Don’t you dare cry. You are the one leaving.”

You stood up, anger now bubbling inside of you.

“Yes, and what?”

“And what?!”

“Yes, what?” you repeated. “You knew this was my dream. Or you would have if you cared.”

“You think I don’t care?”

“Sometimes it feels like that”

“Well, I do care. You aren’t leaving.” he stated.

“Excuse you?!”

“You heard me” he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“That is not your decision to make. This is my life. Mine,” you pointed to your chest. “Not yours” you shoved your index finger in his chest.

“I’m your boyfriend. Don’t I have a say in this?”

“Did I have a say in your college decision? No! So you don’t either”

“That’s not even fair! I stayed in Nueva York, you are leaving!” he grabbed the sides of his head, as if not believing you are arguing against him. “And I’m not talking about leaving the state. You are leaving the country!”

You bit your lip. He had a point, and you knew it.

“We can work things out” You mumbled, searching for his eyes. Those beautiful brown orbs you learned to love.

“Work things out…?” he repeated slowly. “Work things out” he left out a sarcastic laugh turning around and running a hand through his face. “And how do you expect us to do that, huh?”

“I don’t know, but–” you stammered.

“You don’t know,” he laughed again. He placed his hands on his hips, giving you a full view of his back muscles. “So much for someone who got into Oxford”

“What’s that supposed to mean”

“Nothing. Forget it. Forget me for that matter” Quickly he turned around and grabbed his jacket from the floor, putting it on.

“Miguel, wait!” you begged. “Let’s talk about this. Please!”

“There’s nothing to talk about. You already decided for the both of us. Goodbye” He grabbed the rest of his things and left, and you just stared as his figure became smaller and smaller, walking towards the horizon.

Your feet were glued to the floor, you couldn’t move. You looked at the spot where he had just been for what felt like hours, before crumbling down to the floor, crying. Tears came down like a river, wetting your cheek and running down your jaw. Sobs broke out of your mouth. You curled in a ball on the floor, clutching your stomach.

What have you done?

The next few weeks after the fight with Miguel went by in a blur. You wished you could say that with all the packing and planning you weren’t thinking of Miguel, but that would be a lie. Everything reminded you of him. His clothes in your closet, the gifts he made you through the years that you always kept, pictures, memories. Everything.

You thought that Oxford was all you ever wanted, but… your heart was aching for Miguel. You wanted to call him, cry, beg him for a chance to make things right. If you had told him from the beginning, would things have turned out differently? You hoped so.

You knew Miguel loved you, and he would understand. But you did things wrong, and you couldn’t blame him for avoiding you; for being angry and feeling betrayed. Hell, you would probably feel the same if things were the other way around. Though, you also needed him to answer one of your calls. You yearned for him.

You wanted to hear his voice, at least one last time before leaving.

You heard a knock in your front door, but you didn’t pay much attention to it. You knew your mom would answer it, you weren’t expecting anything anyway. So, you carried on packing the things you wanted to take with you to the U.K.

“Darling!” your mom called. “Could you come down for a second?”

You huffed. You knew that if you stopped now, you would take a long rest and not finish till tomorrow. But your mom’s voice seemed urgent, so you decided to go down.

“Coming!” you called, using the back of your hand to clean the sweat on your brow.

You rushed down the stairs, but stopped dead in your tracks seeing the person standing in front of the front door.

“Miguel?” you said in disbelief.

“I’ll leave you to it.” your mom said, sending a smile your way.

You continued going down the remaining steps, slowly this time, eyeing Miguel. You wanted to cry and jump into his arms, but you held back. His body language wasn’t of someone who was happy to see you again. He had his hands in his back pockets, his gaze avoiding yours.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you answered, scanning his face.

He breathed in and exhaled deeply, brazing himself for the conversation ahead.

“I’m sorry for the way I reacted last time, I–” he started.

“It’s okay,” you cut him off. “I would have reacted the same way. I don’t blame you.”

At that, he met your eyes, and gave you a tight smile.

“Is that all?” you said, hopeful. You hoped he was there to tell you that you could work things out. Yeah, it was a lot of distance, but your love could stand it, or so you thought.

“No, I–” he bit his lip, looking down, shuffling his feet. “I’ve been thinking…”

“About?”

“Us” he stared at you again, his eyes burning holes in your own.

“Us?”

“Yes, I– I thought about what you said. About working things out, and… I don’t know if we can”

Your heart shattered at the words. What, what did he mean? Was he breaking up with you?

“Oh?” you hugged yourself, suddenly feeling cold.

“Is not that I don’t love you. I do!” His arms reached for you, but stopped halfway. He clenched his fists, pressing his eyes shut. “It's because I'm doing this.”

“Doing what? Breaking up?” you asked in disbelief.

“Yes prec–” he cut himself off. “Yes. We will be busy with college and all. Plus the time difference. You will be better off without me.”

You scoffed, you couldn’t believe him.

“You said I was deciding for the both of us,” you looked away. “Looks like you are doing the same”

“It is for the best,” he shifted, looking to meet your eyes. “You need someone to be there for you. I can’t be that someone.”

You sniffled, tears now running down your cheeks. You didn’t even realized when you began crying.

You wiped the tears with the back of your hand. “We can still be friends, right?”

“Of course. We’ll text when we can”

“Okay”

Silence consumed the space between the two of you. You continued staring at the wall, while feeling Miguel’s eyes on you.

“Alright.” he said, placing his hands in his pockets. “Have a safe flight”

“Thanks” you said, kind of bitterly.

Miguel opened his mouth, trying to say something else, but he closed it, without uttering a sound. He turned around, opened the door and left, leaving you there trying to process what just happened.

You’ve been a fool thinking Miguel was going to go with you to the airport to see you off. Your heart had wished, even though your head knew he wasn’t going to show. Your friends were there, telling you what a stupid asshole he was. That you would find a cute, handsome British man in no time and you wouldn’t think about Miguel. Not even for a second.

You wanted to believe them. Laughed at their jokes, at their attempts to make you feel better. But, deep down, you knew Miguel was more than just a mere boyfriend. He was so much more, and you didn’t think you would get over him in a long, long time. And, a selfish part of you, hoped he wouldn’t get over you either. You, foolishly, yearned for the idea of meeting up again. Destiny was going to put you in his path again, and you would live happily forever. It didn’t matter when, just that it would happen.

So, you boarded the plane with that idea in mind. The dream intensified when, before activating airplane mode, you received a text from Miguel.

Miguel ❤️ ---Safe flight

That single text fueling your deep desires.

As Miguel promised, well not promised per se, but agreed, you two texted, when it was possible. Unfortunately, as he predicted, you two were busy. The first month went well, texting and calling almost three times a week. Even… some calls turn into some heated things. Neither of you wanted to address it, but those weren’t friends calls. They were something else.

You didn’t mind though. That was what you wanted. You never wanted to break up, so it was perfect. Still, there was a barrier. You knew Miguel wasn’t your boyfriend, and 90% of the time, you didn’t treat him or talk to him like he was, but during those calls… it seemed like you were back in highschool. Everything was so present, so vivid in your mind.

However, the semester’s became harder. More and more assignments, tests, projects. You could barely keep up with your social life in London, let alone with the few friends you had back in the States. So, the calls were no more. Conversations fell short. Texting from time to time, when you found the time. Sometimes, not even in real time, given the different time zones.

It was no surprise when you had no contact at all with Miguel. You never reached him, and he didn’t try to reach you. You only knew what was happening back home with the occasional story he posted on Instagram.

Your friends kept in contact though. You texted from time to time, and they were more active on Instagram, so you could comment on their posts and reply to their stories. One of them, really sheepishly, told you she was seeing someone. You didn’t understand why at the time, maybe because your break up with Miguel was really fresh, which was nice of her. But she was your best friend, of course you would be happy for her despite your own heartbreak.

You tried to pry information out of her, but she never relented. She was really secretive, which turned on an alarm in the back of your brain, but you trusted her, so you brushed it off.

What you didn’t expect was her hard launching the mysterious man on Instagram. First, the betrayal of not telling your best friend first, before telling the whole world, basically. Secondly, the man was Miguel. Your Miguel.

The Miguel she knew you were still in love with. The same man who broke your heart, who you hoped would never get over you. The love of your life. Tears ran down your cheeks seeing the post. His hands, the same hands that once couldn’t detach themselves from your flesh, were now around her body. His smile was as bright as you remembered, but now looking down at her, with the same look you knew all too well.

He got over you so quickly. Your head couldn’t comprehend why. Your body didn’t know how to feel. Sad. Betrayed. Angry. Everything came crashing down at once. All you could do was block them from every socials, not wanting to say something that you would regret someday.

And so, all your friendships and love from home was gone.

You tried to continue your life like nothing happened, but it was hard. Every time your mom or dad texted you, you were reminded of the things occurring back home. Your mind is wondering how your friend and Miguel were doing. Did he treat her the same way as he did with you? Did he see you when looking at her?

You would be lying if you said those thoughts weren’t consuming you. Draining the little amount of energy you had left after University. You barely went out. Your friends here begged you to go with them to a club. They didn’t know the whole story, but they could sense something was bothering you. And, what better remedy than getting shitfaced and maybe making out with a stranger. That would for sure get your mind off Miguel, or so you thought.

So, you gave it a try one day. Before going to the club, you met up with your friends to get ready, and start drinking, of course. You had never drank before, so after a few shots, you were already tipsy, which wasn’t a good combination with the turmoil of emotions that were bubbling inside of you. Waiting for the moment to come out. Explode.

And they did. Blame it on the alcohol, on the misery, on the jealousy maybe. But your mind had no better idea than unblock Miguel and put him in your close friends list. You never really posted much, but that day you wanted to show everything. And you meant everything. Even the guy… What was his name again? Oh, you didn’t remember, but it really didn’t matter.

You were drunk, but not that much. You really didn’t plan to go back to his place. You just danced with him a little, filming it for your story. What were you looking for? You don’t even know. Is not like you were hoping Miguel would get jealous. No, not at all.

But, you didn’t expect to kiss this guy. He made the move, and you didn’t back away. Your brain was too hazy to react in time. The kiss wasn’t unpleasant, per say, but your mind wandered back to Miguel. How his full lips felt against yours, his taste. And the one you were feeling right now wasn’t his. You pulled back, pushing at his chest, gasping.

“I’m sorry” you said, loudly so he could hear you above the music. You ran out, the club feeling suffocating. You could hardly breathe. Your eyes weren’t able to focus properly. As best as you could, you texted one of your friends, letting them know you were okay.

“This was such a bad idea” you mumbled under your breath, once you had calmed down. The cold air hit your face, getting you out of that foggy state. You groaned, only imagining the hangover you were going to have tomorrow, soured your spirits.

You debated between walking back to your dorm or taking a cab. You weren’t too far off, and the walk could help you clear your head. So you went by foot. You tried to be alert as possible, but everything seemed quiet. Great. More time between you and your confused thoughts. What the hell were you thinking? Maybe that was the issue. You weren’t.

Your train of thoughts was cut off by a notification on your phone. Thinking it was your friends replying to your text or asking where you were, you looked. It wasn’t. It was an Instagram DM from none other than Miguel.

Your feet froze. Fuck.

What were you supposed to do now? You didn’t know why you had unblocked him in the first place. A part of you just wanted to run, block him again and get him out of your life. He deserved it. How dare he date one of your friends?

However, the most sentimental part of your being wanted him back. As you said, he was the love of your life, and part of you still believed it. You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You knew that if you answered… there was no going back. For better or for worse.

You opened Instagram, checking your DMs. Miguel had replied to one of the stories of your close friends. It was the one of you dancing with that guy. Ugh, just the thought of his lips against yours made you want to vomit.

The text read: “Hope you had fun”

You furrowed your eyebrows. Were you reading too much into it, or was he jealous? No. No, he couldn’t. Miguel had no right. He was taken. Why would he? But, what if he was? You decided to test the waters.

You “I did! As much as you are having with “

Your fingers froze. Writing her name felt…wrong. So you just settled with:

You “I did! As much as you are having with her” Miguel It isn’t much then

Oh. Oh. He was jealous. You giggled to yourself. This was so wrong, but it felt so right. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as the first day you had talked to Miguel.

You Well… you are right. He was nothing compared to you.

You knew the implications the text had. You just kissed, but you were hoping Miguel thought you had done something else. You were throwing fuel to a fire, and you knew it. But, what could go wrong?

Miguel Unblock me, now. I need to call you.

Shit. You weren’t expecting this.

Give me a second.

You rushed to your dorm. Excitement cursing through your whole body. Could this be one of those calls. The calls you had in September? Where you were just friends, but didn’t behave quite like it. You sure were hoping so.

You fumbled with the keys to your door. Your frenzy state prevented you from functioning properly. You managed to open the door, rushing inside and closing it behind you. You rested your back and head against it, catching your breath. Your chest was going up and down rapidly. You didn’t know if it was from the sprint you just did or the anticipation.

You pulled out your phone, unblocking Miguel’s number.

Just a few seconds later, you saw his name pop up on your screen. He was calling. This was it. You swallowed heavily, sweat running down your neck, sending chills down your spine. Stay calm, you thought, it is just a call.

You answered, placing your phone in your year.

“Hello?” you mumbled.

“Hola preciosa” he said, his voice deep and raspy. It was late in the States too, maybe he was in his bed. Oh, how you wish he was. FUCK.

“Princesa?”

“Oh, yeah…” you cleared your throat. “Yeah, I’m here”

He chuckled.

“How are you?”

“Fine” You said, trying to sound as normal as possible. Even though you weren’t fine, not at all.

“You sure?” he taunted.

What did he want you to say? No, Miguel, I miss you so so much, every day apart from you is hell. You weren’t going to fall that hard. The tone of his voice made your anger come out. The one emotion you repressed for so long.

“What do you want me to say Miguel? That I’ve missed you?” You spat, probably with more venom that you had intended.

The other end of the line went silent. Good. It gave you time to think. To regain your composure.

You started pacing in front of your bed. Thank god you didn’t have a roommate. This situation would be so uncomfortable to explain.

You could hear Miguel’s thoughts from across the phone. His breathing, how he exhaled from his mouth. He was opening it and closing it for sure, not knowing what to say. You bit your fingernails, waiting. You were about to cry, you could feel the sting behind your eyes. Your lip wobbling.

“I’m an asshole” He stated, breaking the silence.

“This is why you wanted to call?” You laughed. “To tell me things I already know?”

“Yes, No, No!” Miguel hurried. “I… I wanted to hear your voice. I needed it” He finished, barely above a whisper, as too embarrassed to let it out.

“Well, now you have. Bye Miguel”

“Wait! Please,” he cried. “I miss you”

You bit your lip, the words ‘I miss you too’ threatening to escape out. A single tear rolled down your cheek. The dam was about to break. You didn’t know how much more you could stop the inevitable.

“I–” your mouth felt dry. You could sense Miguel at the other end of the line waiting, expecting, hoping you felt the same. “Miguel…”

“You don’t have to say anything. I just–”

“I miss you too” you cried, tears running down your face now, the water breaking the barriers. You weren’t even bothering to hide your sniffling and your trembling voice.

“Shhh baby. I didn’t want to make you cry.”

“It’s okay,” you sniffled. “I just… I just wish you were here.”

“Me too preciosa”

“You don’t mean that”

“Yes I–”

“No you don’t!” you screamed, probably waking up your neighbours. “You don't,” you repeated softly. “You are with… with her now. She is–”

“Nothing” Miguel finished your sentence for you. “She is nothing compared to you.”

“Then why?”

“I was desperate. Clinging to the thought of you.”

“So you decided to date my friend?”

“I said I was an asshole didn’t I” he laughed, trying to ease the tension.

“You are more than that”

“I know. I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. “Yeah, well. That worked perfectly for you.”

“I’m sorry”

“It doesn’t matter how many times you say that. It doesn’t erase what you did.”

“I know”

“So what?” you hugged yourself, feeling vulnerable. “That’s all?”

“No. No it isn’t. There is something else.”

“What?” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Where are you?”

You looked around confused. “Why?”

“Just answer”

“My bedroom…?”

“Perfect” You heard some shuffling coming from the phone. “Lay in bed for me, would you?”

What? Why? You were perfectly comfortable talking on your feet. What exactly…

Oh. Oh.

“You said he was nothing like me, right? Well, you must be unsatisfied.”

Realization hit you like a train. You bit your lip to suppress a smile, failing. You giggled excitedly before jumping in bed and getting comfortable, kicking your shoes in the process.

“Someone’s excited”

“Oh shut up, as if you aren’t”

“Never said I wasn’t”

“For the record. I’m not unsatisfied. We didn’t do anything. Well, maybe just a little kiss.”

Miguel growled. Good. You liked teasing him a little.

“He shouldn’t have touched you. Any part of you.”

“Says the man touching someone else.”

“Would you drop that?”

“Would you drop her?” The words escaped your mouth before you could think about what you were saying. You covered your mouth with your hand, your eyes wide.

“For you?” Miguel asked. “I would do that and more.”

You smiled from behind your hand. You dropped your arm to your stomach.

“Prove it then”

“What are you wearing?” he asked, his voice somehow becoming lower.

“Oh please,” you teased. “As if you haven’t watched that story a billion times.”

He laughed.

“You caught me. You looked really pretty in that dress.”

“Mmm”

“Hike it up for me, past your hips”

Closing your eyes, you tried to imagine that the hands touching your body weren’t your own, but his. Hands you knew too well. Hands that knew your body inside out, that could coax sounds and reactions out of you as if it was second nature. It was difficult, his hands and yours were so different.

You missed them. His hands. His big, big hands. How only one of his fingers made you feel full. How he touched you, and you could feel how rough they were, a stark contrast against your skin. How they always seemed to be warm, no matter the temperature outside.

You pulled the hem of your dress up, arching your back, lifting your ass off the bed to make the job easier. Which wasn't easy to begin with given you were holding your phone with the other hand.

“I’m sure you look so pretty right now.” Miguel purred. “So beautiful, spread out for me. Right?”

“Yes Miguel” you breathed out.

“Mmm. Tell me, how wet are you?” He murmured

You didn’t even have to touch yourself to know. The minute you saw his name on your screen, arousal pooled in your panties.

“So wet Miggy. Only for you.”

He groaned at that. From the other end of the phone, you could hear some rustling. Sheets shifting, clothes being pulled down.

“Miggy…?”

“Si preciosa?”

“Are you–” you swallowed hard. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Not yet, but I plan to. Listening to your pretty sounds.”

The confirmation of what was about to happen made you clench your thighs together. You ran your free hand down your body. Starting from your neck, down the valley of your breasts over the fabric of your dress. You continued downwards, reaching the hem of your panties. You touched your clit through the fabric. The friction made you shiver. You let out a shaky breath.

“Uh uh uh, I didn’t say you could touch what’s mine.” Miguel said

“Please Miguel” you begged. At this point you didn’t care how you sounded, you needed him to let you touch yourself. To let you imagine it was him between your thighs. Miguel making you reach your orgasm. For a moment, you wanted to believe he was right there with you, not 5,000 km away.

“Spread your thighs,” Miguel instructed. “Ran your index finger through your center, above your panties.”

You did as you were told. Just a small touch, but you could feel electricity already sparkling. Your eyes were close, focusing on the sounds coming from the phone. Miguel’s quiet and for now, steady breath.

You applied more pressure, a moan slipping past your lips.

“Good” Miguel growled. “Pull them to the side, touch yourself baby.”

You moaned, embarrassingly so. Miguel groaned in return. Now, paying more attention to him, you could hear him stroking his dick. The sound unmistakable.

Carefully, you pulled your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to the cold air of the night. You gasped. Using your middle finger, while the other kept your panties in place, you stroked your whole, teasing yourself. The way you knew Miguel would.

You grinded against your finger as best as you could. It was difficult holding your phone with one hand and teasing yourself with the other. Also, the sounds Miguel was making from the other end of the phone were making you weak.

You remembered all so well. How he used to groan in your ear while making love to you. How his big hands roamed your body, groping everything on their paths. His mouth against the inside of your thighs, teasing you. Kisses going up and down, but never where you needed him the most.

“Miguel” you whined. You couldn’t resist. You felt like you could come untouched by just listening to him and the images on your head.

“Take the out hermosa” he breathed out. “Throw them to the floor.”

You stood up fast, your phone never leaving your ear. You were not about to miss the noises leaving Miguel’s lips. You pulled your panties down to your feet, kicking them out god knows where, before climbing back into bed.

“Please, let me touch myself.” you cried, desperate.

“Yes, do it!” He growled, his breathing becoming erratic. “Make circles on your clit, just the way I used to.”

You dropped your hand between your legs again. Your index and middle finger finding your clit, drawing tight circles on it. You tried to match Miguel’s pace as best as you could, from the sticky sounds you were getting.

“Mm.. Miguel” you moaned, throwing your head back against the pillow. “Feel so good”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm”

Your mouth fell open. Every sound was now free. You didn’t care who listened. What mattered was that Miguel was, and you were hearing him. You arched your back off the bed onto your hand.

“Like that baby?”

“Yeah” you whined

“Push a finger in, hmm? Do it for me”

You moaned, doing as he said. You circled your hole first, before pushing in. You were so wet and tight. Oh, how you wish Miguel was here so he could put his cock in, or fingers, or tongue. Whatever he could give you was better than your finger, but that had to do. You had to imagine it was him, that’s all.

You curled your finger, trusting upwards into your core. The palm of your hand rubbing against your clit.

“Miggy..”

“Add another finger, come on” He was close, you could tell. He sounded desperate, but so were you.

Your ring finger went with your middle finger, both curling inside. Your walls clenched around them. Your hips grinded against your fingers, wanting more, needing more. You went faster, rougher, trying to reach that spot inside than it seemed only Miguel managed to find.

A film of sweat covered your body. The sheets stuck to your flesh, overwhelming you. The smell of sex was in the air, as well as your desperate cries. Your toes curled, legs shaking, trapping your hand between them.

The palm of your hand continued rubbing against your nub. You jerked, the feeling overcoming you. Your trusts and grinding became desperate, trying to reach your orgasm. Miguel was groaning your name in your year. You could hear his hand stroking his dick. You could almost smell and taste his precum, how it must be pooling in his stomach. How his balls were probably tightening with each stroke. The prominent vein that went from the base to the tip. His tip so wet and red, begging to be inside of your pussy.

“Mi– Miggy”

“Si mi, ugh” he groaned. “Mi amor”

“I need to come”

“Wait for me baby, I’m close” He growled. “So close baby. Let me hear you”

“Miguel” you moaned.

Your legs were now shaking violently. Your vision blurred, all you could see was white. Your mind was clouded with pleasure, one you hadn’t felt in so long. You added a third finger, looking for the stretch Miguel’s cock provided.

You whined and cried, begging him to let you come all over your fingers. You pressed your palm of your hand against your clit, grinding against it harder, harsher. You could feel your juices coating your fingers and inner thighs. Running down your ass to the sheets, but you didn’t care.

“Cum for me hermosa, let me hear you scream.”

And so you did. The knot that had been forming in your lower stomach exploded. Your mouth fell slack, eyes rolling back. Your whole body tensed for a second before relaxing. Your fingers kept trusting, getting you through it. Your orgasm crashed over you like waves on a beach. You felt on fire, your whole body burning.

Miguel came seconds after you, He groaned and moaned in your ear, like all those months ago, back home. If you hadn't been so busy already cumming, you would have probably cum again just from the sounds he was making.

For what felt like hours, the only sounds you could hear were yours and Miguel’s heavy breathing. Your hand was still between your legs, the realisation of what you had just done hitting you. Yes you wanted this, and you enjoyed it but… He cheated on your friend, well ex-friend. She wronged you first, but still, you felt horrible.

“Preciosa?” Miguel mumbled, after catching his breath

“Mmm?”

“What are you thinking about? I can hear the wheels spinning from hear” he chuckled

“Mig–” you choked on your words, pulling your hand from between your legs. “What we did was wrong”

Silence.

You waited for a response.

Miguel exhaled. “Yes. But it felt right”

You gulped. He was right. “I know but–”

“No one has to know. It’s just between us. Please, I need you.” He begged. He used that tone that he knew you couldn’t resist.

“Miggy, I–”

“Please”

You closed your eyes. Breathe in, breathe out. Slowly. You weighed the consequences.

“Fine. We can keep doing this.”

“Great. I miss you”

“Miss you too. Sleep well Mig”

“Sleep well hermosa”

You hung up the phone, and that wouldn’t be the last time you finished a conversation with Miguel, lying on your bed with cum between your legs. It was wrong, but it felt right, and no one could take that away from you.

Translations:

Preciosa and Hermosa are basically the same thing, which is Beatiful. More accurately: Preciosa (Precious), Hermosa (Beautiful)

Princesa: Princess

Amor: Love

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I hope this was worth it!! I really had fun writing this, more than I should have honestly.

I'm sorry if I deviated a little from the request. The writing took me to where it wanted. Hope you don't mind!

Again, I honestly hate cheating, but is fiction, so whatever. Besides, again, fuck the best friend bro, what the fuck was going through her head? (Again, not a reason to cheat, there isn't a justification, but bruh)

Anyway, hope you enjoy anon! and all the lovies who read this

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h0ck3yl0v3r · 1 year ago

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foolish one

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

lh43 x childhood bestfriend!reader

warnings: angst, semi-swearing

you and luke were inseparable. always attached to each other, whether it was you attending his hockey games or him attending your events. everyone around you guys always thought you were both dating, although you wish you were, there was never any romantic relationships.

highschool graduation happened, and you and luke both had committed to the university of michigan. as time went on through senior year, yours and lukes relationship was rocky, luke being too busy with hockey and girls to always be there for you. as for you, you were still one of his biggest supporters. it was in that long list of promises you guys made when you were seven. 'we promise to always be there for each other no matter what.'

college was rocky, you barely saw luke, heard from him, it was hard on you.

chances are, tonight, you've already got plans and chances are i will talk myself to sleep again

you cried every night, seeing pictures of luke at parties with girls while you were never invited. you felt invisible to him now, your mom and ellen called every day, they knew how much love you have for luke, they knew it from the moment you slipped and fell on the ice and luke helped you up, the moment your spark in your eyes grew.

and the voices say, "you are not the exception you will never learn your lesson"

that spark was now slowly fading away. you really thought you had a chance being his best friend that maybe, just maybe he'd be in love with you too.

don't know what to call this situation but i know i can't call you mine

the whole first semester of freshman year went by really fast, meaning it was now time for winter break, one of your favorite seasons. luke was still radio silence, you both always spent winter together, guess he's too famous for you now, another promise broken, 'we promise to never forget each other, no matter how famous we get.'

but goodbye screamin' in the silence and the voices in my head are tellin' me why

when ellen and your mother came down to visit they held a little gathering with jack, quinn, luke and his friends.

the gathering was a mess.

"yo moose who's this girl in your baby pictures." one of his teammates had brought up.

"oh her, she's just an old friend." he had replied, 'old friend.' that hurt to hear, you were no longer apart of his life.

cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings i'll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring

luke didn't know you were there, too busy with his new girlfriend and teammates. but you heard it all, you see it all, it was heartbreaking, quinn saw it all though. quinn was always second closest to you, being that person you looked up to, he was the first person you ever confessed you had a crush to luke on.

"it hurts quinny, it hurts so much, i feel like a ghost to him. i thought we would've happened i thought all the signs i gave him would've been enough for him to catch on. i feel so stupid" you sobbed into quinns chest, hos heart breaking for you.

"shh its okay, my brothers an idiot, please don't feel like stupid, it's not your fault angel" quinn rubbed your back softly as you sat there and cried yourself to sleep.

foolish one sittin' 'round waiting for confessions of love they ain't never gonna come and thinkin' he's the one, you should've been walkin' out foolish one

you woke up the next morning devastated. maybe in another universe it could've happened, but right now its time to piece yourself back together. you couldn't face watching your spark keep fading over someone who no longer is present in your life.

when all is said and done, he just wasn't the one no, he just wasn't the one

for you, luke will always be your past present and future, but right now he is not what is needed in your life, mayne one day he'll come back to his senses but for the time being self-love is the best healing.

tags: @drysdalesv @ghostfacd @shy4turcs

pt 2??

#luke hughes #umich blurbs #umich hockey #luke hughes x reader #nj devils #nj devils imagine

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eddiezpaghetti · 1 year ago

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Okay, so my experience with Stranger Things is a weird one.

I didn't care when it first came out, started to watch it out of "might as well" in 2020, wasn't interested in it enough to make it past S2, forgot about it outside of going "oh, hey, cool, there's a lesbian in it now, I guess," in S3, got really annoyed when "Running Up That Hill" got popular from it because it was a song I listened to on fucking loop after one of my best friends died in high school and I fully expected its appearance in the show to ignore the whole survivor's guilt theme of the song (and was very happy to learn later that it did the exact opposite of ignoring the lyrics), saw people drawing Eddie, suddenly got a lot more interested, watched just the fourth season like a fucking psychopath because I was seriously only there for Eddie, then got interested enough to start the show over properly, having mostly forgotten what I did watch of the show before.

And let me tell you something from the perspective of someone who started with the complete fourth season, who wasn't there from the start, who wasn't tainted by ship goggles or this internal battle of hope and despair, who wasn't theorizing about what the painting could be or expecting Mike and Will to kiss when Volume 2 happened or rooting for Mike and Eleven's relationship to go down in flames or whatever the fuck. Just someone who went blind into Season 4.

It's really fucking obvious that Will and Mike are gonna be endgame.

Like holy fuck. It's so fucking blatant I don't even know why people are nervous.

No sane fucking person would shoot this scene this way if they wanted the audience to care about El and Mike as a couple. Despite being all blurry in the background, Will's reaction to what's happening here is smackdab in the fucking middle, clearly showing that the important part is what's going through his head here. What he's feeling. It's like the opposite of that scene from Kingdom Hearts II where Sora and Riku reunite and Kairi just fucking vanishes into the aether while it's happening because, despite the fact that she was standing between them when the scene began, she doesn't matter to the scene, so she's just kind of gone when the camera angle changes. Will could have been behind one of their heads, or so far in the distance he blends in with the background, but he's not. He's so obvious that despite being massively blurred out, he's still the first goddamn thing you look at. What, you think that's an accident? You think he's in the middle of this dramatic fucking scene because of a mistake? He basically has a big flashing neon arrow pointing at him with "THIS IS THE POINT" being screamed through a megaphone.

And then this?

They're paired up like they're taking fucking prom pictures. Each one of these pairs is so fucking close to one another and so fucking far from everyone else. It's not, "Oh, they're standing vaguely near each other in a group shot," it's fucking Noah's Ark out here. Again, there's no way to take this as an accident. It's not just a framing issue. If they wanted to make the shot look balanced while still not hiding anyone else behind El, they would have scattered people around much more naturally. Even if they wanted to keep Nancy with Jonathan and Hopper with Joyce, there's so much room on that hill for three people to stand on El's left and three on her right. But they didn't do that. They put Mike and Will together on purpose in the most obvious way possible.

Like I get that coming up with crackpot theories is fun in and of itself and I'm not blaming anyone for having fun. I totally get the appeal of arguing a point and reaching for every stupid little thing to pull into it because it's like a game, okay? I've done that. But if you're trying to actually convince someone (whether it's someone who wants to believe or someone who's pissed at the very idea that Mike and Will could be in love), stay away from blue and yellow lights, stay away from costume design, stay away from the existence of closets in backgrounds. And don't worry about whether Mike's gay or bi when he's in love with Will either way. I'll give you a little tip about persuasion: You're only as strong as your weakest argument. Even if you've got strong stuff in there, too, the person you're trying to convince is going to dismiss anything you say as complete insanity the second you start going on an entire tangent about the shape of a character's fucking pocket.

Sometimes, clothes are just clothes. Sometimes, there's a closet in the background because it helps establish that a character is in a bedroom. Sometimes, blue and yellow are just a couple of colors that look nice together. And sure, it might be set designers and costume designers and cinematographers smirking and winking at the audience from behind the camera. But if the show was just those things, instead of those things in the context of everything else, they wouldn't be saying anything of note.

But this?

This tells a story all on its own. Someone with no context can look at this and automatically assume that each paired person is standing with someone they care about deeply, seeking comfort as they watch some sort of disaster unfold. And yeah, romantic couples usually come in twos, and we live in an amatonormative society, so that's going to be the first association anyone makes seeing a bunch of people paired off.

It's the same reason you look at this

And go, "Oh..."

"Those two are probably a couple."

And I genuinely don't understand how people could have watched S4 Vol. 2 and gotten scared. Because as someone who went in with no investment whatsoever, I just looked at these two--

--and went, "Oh, those two are a couple. Good for them." And I moved on. Shut up about the trees for five seconds and just see the forest for what it is.

Oh, and if you're still nervous? Little thing from a storyteller here: You don't leave a hanging thread like "Will confessed his romantic feelings for Mike by projecting them onto El, but Mike either didn't understand or at least didn't say he understood," without coming back to that later. That's Chekov's gun hanging on the wall, babes. It's gonna fire at some point. If Mike was going to reject Will's feelings, if they weren't relevant, they would have had that discussion in Argyle's van. There'd be no reason to leave you in suspense.

#byler #meta #stranger things #theory #I mean I fucking guess #in the same way gravity is a fuckin' theory.#It feels silly that I even have to say this honestly.#Watching people freak out over these two feels like I'm being pranked.#Like you guys aren't pulling a Goncharov are you? Just making believe there's any chance these two aren't gonna be endgame?#Like completely ironically? And I'm too autistic to catch it?#It genuinely feels like I'm explaining that red and blue make purple here. As if you guys should have learned this in kindergarten.#Or like watching whole-ass adults watch Cinderella for the first time and being on the edge of their seat #wondering if she's going to live happily ever after with the prince or not.#It feels like I'm talking DOWN to people and I don't WANT it to feel like that but it's so obvious and I don't want people to be like #anxious for no reason you know?#Like I get that we're all scarred from queerbaiting and I know you guys are biased from years of shipping these kids.#But like. These guys? The most obvious 'there's only one way this could go' couple I've ever seen? You're scared about THEM?

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respectthepetty · 6 months ago

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The Loyal Pin - Episode 13

Sometimes people conflate hating a character, who should be hated according to the story, with hating the story, so I want to make it clear that The Loyal Pin is one of the best GLs I have ever watched AND I hate Patricia because she is the reason we are in this marriage boat now, yet keeps acting like she is doing this for Pin.

Pink Person Pin didn't lose her color last episode because she is happy, Patricia!

I don't have color-coded girls losing their colors and crying this episode because this is all happening for their best interest, Patricia!

But unlike Patricia, Anin's mother actually has a decent conversation with her where Anin stands her ground and declares regardless if her and Pin are together, she will not marry a man.

And Anin's loyal and dependable Blue Boy brother Anantawut proves his color was intentional and comforts her in her moment of despair.

Unlike her sonso little brother, Red Rascal Anon, who can't read the room nor wear his color.

While Anin's mom wears Anin's color, Patricia does whatever she does with this orange color that I still can't figure out!

But I do find it interesting that Kuea always matches everyone else except the girl he is supposedly in love with, so even though I know he will wear it at their engagement, he is doing a lot of hootin' and hollerin' for someone who hasn't even shown he loves his girl.

Which reminds me . . . Anin hasn't worn pink yet. She has done everything to show Pin she loves her including trying to give up her title to be with Pin but if Idol Factory is pulling another GAP where the other color-coded character won't wear pink until the final episode, I'm going to scream!

But back to hating Patricia! Pin isn't wearing her normal soft pink during this engagement conversation, but instead opting for Pat's darker version, which I'm not thrilled about, but at least she isn't brown.

And Anin is the darkest blue she has ever been as she learns of the engagement ceremony.

BUT PIN IS WEARING BLUE!

Pin could just have her Blue Beauty instead of wearing Anin's color as a declaration of her love. Even Prik and Pah see the pain these two are in! JUST BE TOGETHER!

Nobody wants your food, Patricia! Nor your color alliance! You messed up, sis. Don't try to do right by the girls now. Keep your cookies and your bullshit. Both of them are bad for our health.

Save the comfort and kindness to a only color-coded royal in this story who understands what it means to be loyal!

The show didn't have to do this to me! Not them in their colors, y'all!

THIS IS HURTING ME!

But not has much as this scene where Patricia dotes on Pin for two whole seconds before she notices the in-laws arrived and promptly walks away from Pin.

Kuea is all for show. This pink ain't real and neither is his love. He makes my whole digestive system revolt, so it's appropriate that he looks like a walking bottle of Pepto-Bismol.

Everyone is wearing their color, and in a room full of lukewarm royals, be a solid and loyal Blue Boy. Anantawut, I'm sorry I ever doubted you, future king. You are an ally and your PFLAG award is on its way.

Ueangfah's mom was out of pocket with that line about having kids, but Patricia and Anin's parents stating that love should overcome obstacles and should last forever, when Patricia is actively THE obstacle in the way of long lasting love, is ironic.

But a Blue Beauty is finally here with looks to kill, and Anin is going down as one of the best characters to ever be depressed yet still serve cunt. A true idol!

Becky and Freen better win all the awards for this series because the moment of Anin waiting for Pin to look her in the face alone is running circles around everyone.

On God, Anon, STFU! Now is not the time to be a Red Rascal and stir the pot. YOUR SISTER IS SUFFERING!

MY BABYGIRL IS PERFECT!

This entire series has been a subtle conversation about class and gender inequality, but this ending conversation really got me. The men would not save Aon's life when she had drowned because she was a woman, Anantawut mentioned that he did not get to marry for love, and now the love of my life is saying she is sad for Pin because her future is the same, yet they all have hope that Anin will the one to escape this shitty system. Her whole squad, including Prik who refuses to move unless Anin does, is rooting for her to be brave and keep fighting.

This show got me all the way in my feels.

#the loyal pin #the colors mean things #color coded girls in love #episode thirteen #I hate Patricia #but I love this show #I have been invested for thirteen episodes and these last three will not disappoint #I have faith #Anin is pissed but Pin has proven her love time and time again #put some pink on Anin and take Kuea down!

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melitherion · 4 months ago

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Learning that foxes groom each other to show affection, and knowing that Fox/Ren enjoys bathes, I had to write a bathtub scene. Polite critiques always appreciated.

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🔞18+ minors do not interact🔞

TPOF Fox x MC/Reader

Fox and MC bathe together. Bonding ensues.

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The first few weeks of your life you spent adjusting to your new schedule, which meant adjusting to Fox's schedule. Greet him politely at the door on his arrival home, he'd go off to bathe and then return to cook dinner for the two of you. Dinnertime and a few hours of binge watching whatever anime currently held his interest. Extracurricular activites, cleaning you up, and then sleep. See him off in the morning and repeat later, with some variation.

Today had been no different. You met him at the door on his arrival, "such a good pet", he'd once praised you, before heading back to the couch while Fox went down the hall to wash the day away.

Sitting in the living room, not particularly paying attention to whatever was currently playing on the tv, you heard the water start running down the hall, the sound continuing on for a few minutes as was normal. Then, you heard the water shut off and the bathroom door open. The beastkin's footsteps were silent however, his gruff voice startling you from the doorway.

"Bathroom. Now."

Shock collar heavy on your shoulders, you swiftly stood and made your way down the hall, and into the bathroom, already humid from the steam rolling off the water. Fox stayed close behind you, shutting the door, the click of the lock echoing across the room. You turned to him, hesitant, but expectedly.

"Undress.". Fox commanded pointedly.

"Absolutely not." You protested, perhaps against your better judgement. You noticed the glint of the remote in his hand, the remote to the shock collar that currently sat around your neck.

He'd seen every part of you, hell he'd been inside of you, and yet something about the act of bathing together was almost too normal in its intimacy, something casual between lovers and something that you had no desire to share with him.

You'd seen his hentai collection. A vast selection of DVDs not even the slightest bit out of sight on the shelf in the living room, testament to either Fox's profound lack of shame, or an obvious lack of visitors. You suspected a bit of both. How clean would you be getting in the water with that dirty old man?

"If you won't undress yourself, I'll do it for you." Fox said sharply, arms crossed as his eyes stared right through you.

Considering the remote in his clawed hand and your preference to keep some sort of autonomy in this new life, you hurriedly began to strip, no time to even feel embarrassed or attempt to cover yourself, before letting your clothing fall into a pile on the cold tile floor. Fox did the same, before raising the remote in his hand. You stiffened, waiting for the shock collar to deliver its familiar sting, only to jolt in surprise at the sudden click that emanated from the back of the metal contraption around your neck. The beastkin stepped forward and removed the collar from around your neck, setting both it and the remote atop the counter.

"Don't even think about trying anything funny," he warned. "You won't like the consequences."

Fox eyed you with distrust as you stepped into the water first, gritting your teeth as you slowly lowered yourself into the bath, adjusting to the heat of the water. only after you had situated yourself all the way to one end of the tub did he finally slip into the water himself. Right. Next. To. You.

With the kind of money that Fox had, the bathtub was quite large in size, leaving ample room for more than one person to fit comfortably and still maintain their own personal bubble. Naturally, however, the beastkin settled himself closely to his pet. You wondered if he might do you the favor of drowning you.

So began your new routine with the beastkin. It was a rare occasion that you bathed without him, and even on days where you didn't particularly feel the need to bathe you often found Fox dragging you with him into the tub regardless. The two of you would ease into the warm water, he would always wash your hair first and then his own. After thouroughly scrubbing yourselves down the two of you would sit in a silence that was slowly growing more comfortable in nature.

The scent of raspberry enveloped you as Fox drizzled his favorite shampoo onto your hair. It was some fancy brand you weren't sure you'd ever heard of, likely some luxury cosmetic you could only dream of being able to afford yourself, and it made your hair incredibly silky. A matching bottle of conditioner sat on the edge of the tub. Fox began languidly lathering the suds into your hair, always taking his sweet time running his fingers through your tresses. His touches while he did so were always surprisingly soft, massaging your scalp with care. Despite the claws at the end of each fingertip, he'd not once yet scratched your head. You would have hated to admit it before, but it felt nice.

Once he'd finished rinsing and conditioning your hair, he was ready to start on his own. However, you'd been thinking about something the past few days.

Your hands collided as you both simultaneously reached for the shampoo bottle.

"Can I....do yours?" You asked with hesitation, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly with the intense eye contact between the two of you. You weren't sure why it felt like such a big deal. It was just shampoo.

The stare-off between the two of you lasted several incredibly long moments, and you almost committed to failure, when, with his gaze still sharp and his demeanor unreadable, Fox pulled his hand back, allowing you to grab the shampoo bottle instead. Giving you a wary glance, the beastkin slowly turned his back to you to allow you to touch his head.

"Don't get soap in my eyes." He quipped.

You nodded, though he couldn't see you with his back turned, and raised the open bottle to pour just enough shampoo onto the crown of his head. Gently, almost as if you were afraid of being bit, you began to work the shampoo into his hair, surprised at just how soft it was. Your fingertips brushed against his scalp as they worked through his gray-streaked hair. As you did so, you caressed the base of his ears, almost in awe as you felt him lean into the touch. Beneath the water you felt Fox's tail jerkily slap your thigh a few times, the beastkin trying and failing to restrain its wagging motions. As you finished with the task at hand, you realized there was a soft sound permeating the silence around you.

Was he...purring?

Feeling a bit more courageous now, you reached into the water and slowly pulled his long red tail into your lap, repeating the process. Fox made no move to stop you, and you noticed his relaxed body shift ever so slightly towards you.

You found yourself feeling strangely emotional, something perhaps about fullfiling the desire to be touched, and to touch back freely. You found yourself leaning forward, wrapping your arms around Fox's waist as you pressed yourself against his back. He stiffened in surprise for just a moment, before relaxing once more as you settled your head on his shoulder. You were both warm, skin softened by the humidity of the bath. Fox's body shuddered lightly as your breath tickled his neck. You felt his tail brush against your hips as it wrapped snuggly around your body. You would have been content to rest like that for a long while.

"The water is getting cold." Fox's voice broke the silence, gruff, but lacking it's usual bite. Strangely reluctant, you disentangled yourself from him so the two of you could finish bathing and dry off before the water chilled completely. Fox stepped out of the tub first, wrapping a towel around his body before helping you with yours. You shivered as he pulled you close and wrapped you up snuggly, taking just a moment longer than he usually would. Finally, he pulled away, reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair from your face.

"Get dressed and come down for dinner." He demanded, almost softly, before exiting the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. As you slipped into clean dry clothing, a metallic glint caught the corner of your vision. Your collar, resting unattended on the bathroom counter. You stared at it for a few seconds, before picking it up and fastening around your neck once again. Such a good pet. The words echoed in your head.

#this probably could have been better #but it was getting long and my writing skills are still a bit rusty #tpof fox #ren hana #tpof #tpof fic

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twisted-king · 1 year ago

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Hi! Hello! I was wondering if you wrote any platonic hecs in twst? If you do, can you write gn!mc always finding a away to mention/talk about her home world? Maybe add a little bit of homesickness for angst👀.

Platonic hcs with the first years pls:>

Btw I really love you writing style!♡

AAAA oh my gosh thank you so much! I have no idea what im really doing aha...

Absolutely!!! here's a key:

Epel Ace Deuce Sebek Jack You

First year friend group + Reader who talks about home

They love you

they REALLY do

But this is excessive.

"Back at the farm we used to drink hot cider after a long day out in the snow, actually one time we-" "Heh.. like how my mom and I used to..." "Used to what?" "Oh its nothing... Just a tradition. We'd get together every Tuesday and go for bubble tea" "Oh..."

Epel understands feeling far from home, and he wants to try and relate with you but he doesn't know about half the stuff you're saying.

"hahah I got a higher score than you this time. Mayeb you shoulda studied a bit harder like lil ol me~" "Shut up Ace! It's a difference of like... two points!" "Two more points than you!" "oh you-" "My friends and I used to compare scores all the time, she always asked for help studying but.. haha she always got better grades than me."

They feel SO awkward when this happens

Deuce almost feels like he's showing off in some kind of way. He wants to be an honor student AND a good friend to you, so he's trying to creatre new memories with you, he's just having some trouble.

"Hey! I uh- I learned out to make one of Trey's tart! The one from the unbirthday party you liked so much?" "Oh thank you Deuce! It's kind of funny actually-" oh no,,, "My sibling and I used to bake for each other to say sorry."

Ace on the other hand is curious, but he kind of wishes you could be with the group sometimes.

"And then Lucius was like-- On top of Deuce- get this- while he was STILL sleeping" "No way..!" "Seriously?" "Hah- how pathetic, I NEVER fall asleep in Trein's... admittedly dull, lessons." "I used to have a dog, he could sleep anywhere"

And suddenly, it's quiet again...

Jack tries to keep your mind off things

He takes you out on relatively silent runs, he invites you to track meets, you can join or just watch him and Deuce! You've been looking a little down recently so, this makes sens to Jack, Deuce enjoys having you watch him run too, his friends give him extra motivation to beat his last personal best!

But... now you're crying?

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Ace, Epel, and Sebek are on their way too, they wanted to do something nice for you and suprise you and -oh no...

They drop everything.

Your friends rush toward you, maybe you're hurt? you like... NEVER cry around them.

And suprisingly, Sebek can get you through the worst of it

"You're sad. and far from home. and that is hard. Especially for a pu ny huma-" "Sebek!!" "Right, uh... But we are here with you now. And we care for you."

"You're our best friend, I don't think anyone would be 'round here if it weren't for you."

"I don't feel as alone, riding solo just... wasnt it."

"'Sides, class isnt nearly as fun without you in it?"

"We really care about you, Prefect. You're our friend."

They gather around you, peacefully letting you cry after they let you know how muhc you mean to them.

"I just... I miss home so much..!"

#twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade x reader #epel felmier x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #jack howl x reader

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forthelostones · 2 years ago

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let's celebrate you ─── ⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ 🪩 ˚ afab!reader x sub!ellie ⋆ 🪩 ୨୧˚ ⋆ ˚｡

" its time i turn these lights low "

synopsis: your birthday was a special one with a different kind of treat.

warnings. 18+ (mdni); sub!ellie, loser!ellie, fingering & cunnilingus (e! receiving), dina ft, drinking, & grinding.

an: hi everyone, thanks for all the love on my other works! if u have any requests let me know! edited this on the fly >.< ; enjoy!

(no y/n)

wc: 2.2k

♪ playlist: misty ( lesly gore ), but not kiss ( faye webster ), what kinda of love ( childish gambino ), smile more ( syd ) ♪

your birthday was coming up and Dina had promised to make it a special one. you really didn’t mind having just a small dinner, and maybe a cake, but she insisted on something more. she didn’t tell you any of the details, just that you should look your best and not worry. you tended to be on the more anxious side so this was difficult. you appreciated the efforts but felt reluctant to not think of every single detail.

after getting dressed you went to Dina’s where music was already vibrating the floorboards of the front porch. upon entering you saw everyone circling the entryway and smiling as they cheered “happy birthday!” you awkwardly cuddled your arm as you silently thanked them. immediately, Dina comes to hug you tightly, you inhale the familiarity and watch everyone disperse except for one person.

“ellie. hey.” you mutter as Dina releases you from her arms.

“happy birthday, um…” she rubs the back of her neck softly.

she was wearing all black, head to toe, with the exception of a silly rainbow party hat that Dina probably put on her. when she noticed she still had it on she ripped it off quickly and fiddled with it in her hands.

“right, um, you look nice.” she smiles warmly.

“thanks els, why don’t we go and get you something to drink?”

ellie and you were in the same advanced planetary astronomy course. you spent a lot of time together studying for exams and even lab partners, but outside of that you really didn’t hang out with her. you wished you did though. during some late nights she’d reveal small parts of her life and you just wanted to put your assignments away and indulge in her.

“i don’t see how you can listen to music while doing this.” you mention.

this was a 300-level course and it wasn’t particularly easy, the readings were intense, with a lot of scientific jargon you still had to learn.

she pulls away headphones away and rolls her eyes. “i mean, it’s just a little something, my working playlist. mostly instrumental.”

that night she shared the playlist after your study session and you scrolled through her Spotify to see what other artists she listened to. just a small glimpse of her was all you really wanted.

you both mosey through a crowd of people to get to the kitchen area. everyone saying happy birthday, asking how are you, and pointing you in the direction of your gifts. meanwhile, Ellie just followed shortly behind and was very silent, giving everyone a courtesy smirk. once you reach the kitchen counter covered in various bottles, you make both you and Ellie a suspicious concoction.

“i don't know if I trust you as a mixologist.” she smiles shyly.

“what you never had tequila, rum, and a little ginger ale?”

you both laugh as your faces turn sour at the overly sharp mix.

the night continues on with Ellie by your side and you both loosen up from the continuous influx of random drinks. you talk about more than class and your horrible professors, she tells you a bit about her music taste, hobbies, and her very visible tattoos.

“i don’t think I have the pain tolerance to even sit and get something this big.” you say absentmindedly dragging the tip of your index finger along her forearm. you were slumped in the corner of the couch and she sat slouched on the arm of the sofa, just above you.

“uh, uh I mean, I— I took some medicine before and uh,” she looks down to you and once your eyes connect she looks away. “they have this cream, like numbing cream, but I didn’t need that, I just I have a high pain tolerance, I dont know, yea.”

“hmm, strong els.” your finger continues up her arm.

Ellie trembles quietly at the static shock traveling through her body. you look up to her as her eyes follow your finger tracing along her skin, she inhales deeply and lets out a shaky breath. you feel a pounding start behind your temples and you lay your head on her thigh.

“my head, ugh.”

ellie freezes at the simplest touch of you, unsure of where to put her hand she just gently lies it on your back.

“maybe we had too much of your little potion.” she jokes.

it hurts to laugh but you manage to get one out.

“ah, I think I’m gonna stay here,” you say.

“oh, yea, probably me too, I don’t think I could drive home.”

you look up to her and her face is painted pink at just the smallest connection with you. “come with me.”

you and Ellie are now in the spare bedroom just across the hall from Dina’s. you flop on the bed and pat beside you to signal Ellie to sit down.

“should I get Dina? are you okay?” She asks.

“im fine. um, I really liked my gift by the way.”

of course, she bought you a copy of her favorite comic, savage starlight, and left a sweet note inside the gift bag.

“oh, you saw it? when? we’ve been together all night.” she panicked.

“when I said I was going to the bathroom.”

you both share a soft laugh.

“i hope you like it.”

“im sure I will. thanks, els.”

her eyes are pooling brightly into yours, stealing a quick glance of your lips. you reach your hand and place it behind her neck, pulling her towards you, and sharing a kiss.

“yo-you are so welcome.”

she leans in this time nervously, awaiting another kiss. you guide her hands from the mattress to around your waist, draping your wrists around her neck, tucking her closer into you. you pull away and kiss her cheek, she giggles your lips tickle, and her smile fades and turns into a soft groan as she realizes your lips are trailing towards her neck. her grip becomes firmer around your hips and she unconsciously moves your hips towards her, back and forth. the kisses are cloud-like until you hear your name leave her lips. that’s when you slither your tongue up her neck, sucking and leaving small bite marks on the length of her throat.

once you come back to her lips, she doesn’t hold back and goes in with her tongue. in between each kiss she tugs at you harder, gets more excited each pass while grunting passionately. your hand grips her leg firmly and drapes it over your lap, where she doesn’t hesitate to start bucking her hips against you. she bites your bottom lip to catch her breath and rubs her nose against yours before going into leaving hickeys on your neck. she’s so desperate that you feel how wet your neck has become from her urgency. you bring your hands down from her lower back to cup her ass as she’s taking in your sweet scent.

“i need you.” she whispers.

she doesn’t hesitate to pull her top off and before she can remove her bra you stop her. she smiles at you as you remind her to pace herself. you press your lips against her warm skin trailing to her chest, being careful to not satisfy her so fast. once she’s calmed down you remove her bra and just allow yourself to stare at her perky nipples. she’s now grinding against you slowly in a rhythm. you take your lips and brush them lightly against both of her nipples. you saw her chest rise and fall deeply, overcome with desire.

you take her lingering hands and press them behind her back, restraining her movements. with your free hand, you place the center of your cold palm against her erect nipple. a gasp catches in her throat at the smallest contact as she tosses her head back. you press up against her body as she fights against your restraint. she leans down to kiss you, but you don’t allow her to. out of frustration, she bites her lips watching your hand move up and down.

her nipples became puffy from your torture and you finally gave her the satisfaction of wrapping your lips around them. she tried to stifle her moans, shying away, turning her face away from yours, simply embarrassed. once you wet her nipples you sucked them allowing your tongue to brush up against her sensitive buds.

you turned her over from your lap to where both your pelvis’ were level. she tried to feel you as she spread her legs wider but couldn’t because of her jeans. her face scrunched up as she watched you grind up against her just before you trailed kisses down her belly to her waistline. you stopped before her hipbones that were beckoning you to kiss them, which she shuttered at. as you pulled her pants off, she covered her face with her inked forearm.

“els.”

“uhmm yea?”

“i need you to watch me.”

“o-ohkay.”

she removes her arm reluctantly and watches as you press your lips into her inner thigh, still holding eye contact. her hand comes to caress your cheek in an attempt to rush you, but you pay her no mind. you bring your mouth to just rest against her clothed clit and she shutters.

“ah.” escapes her lips.

her hips start to rise against your lips pressed into her core. her left hand comes to the top of your head as she grinds harder, she whimpers at the lack of satisfaction.

“please. fuck.”

that's when she ignores you and arches her back farther, slipping her hands into her boxes and begins to massage her clit. her free hand grips the sheets and the sounds of her wetness fill your ears like sweet music.

“ellie?” you ask, taken aback.

“yes, y-ees?”

she doesn’t stop until you physically remove her fingers, you grip her wrist and bring her fingers to her lips. she sucks the taste of herself clean off and you finally slip your hand past her waistband. her hands come up to your biceps, digging into your skin while you toil her wet clit.

“harder.” she demands, but you pull your hand away, causing her body to jerk violently.

she takes your wrist and guides your fingers up and down her clit. she huffs, with her eyes closed, soaking in the pleasure. At one point she just starts grinding on all four of your fingers. legs spread open, lifting her hips up rhythmically, panting and sweating as she humped your hand.

just before she came you pulled down her boxers and drank in her red, soaked pussy. the cold air made her twitch under you as you brought your lips to her folds. you were swimming in her warmth as you pecked her opening gently. she moaned at the view of you making out with her pussy, eyes closed, tongue slipping in occasionally, and sipping her up. you did everything in your power to avoid her throbbing clit as you tongued her soaked hole.

once you finally wrapped your lips around her clit closed her eyes, basking in the relief she felt. as you inhale her legs come closing in on your face, shaking.

“ellie,” you look up. “relax, im going to let you cum.”

as she releases the tension from her body your two fingers enter her. she tosses her head to the side at the pressure inside of her, her breathing becoming unstable again. you find her clit in your mouth again and now she’s panting obscenities under her breath.

“fuck, fuck, ahh, so good. please.”

mindlessly she just kept moaning like this, throwing your name in the mix too.

“another,” she said breathlessly. “three, I need another finger, ple-please.”

she watched you, face wet, eyes drunk from her body, as you slipped in your ring finger, stretching her further. you couldn’t help but stare at her pussy wrapped so tightly but perfectly around your fingers. instead of sliding in and out, you just curled your fingers towards her g-spot, causing tears to pool in the corners of her eyes.

your tongue flicks her clit harder as you pick up stamina inside of her, she was paralyzed with pleasure, stiffened by her orgasm. once she came over the edge, you kept going, harder, faster, quicker, and her body attempted to fold but you did not falter. with all her strength she uses her hands to lift your head, but her body is weakened.

you pull your fingers out, causing a pop and she lays, eyes wide looking at the mess you made. she just lies breathless and as you crawl up to kiss her, you pat her dampened cunt causing her to yelp before her lips met yours.

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