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this week at work has been utterly draining. idk what it is with ppl rn but they've been acting so out of hand. sometimes you gotta wonder ...

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jJudas

There is a strange duality in the guilt that comes from religion

It compounds on itself.

It is going to confession for the crime of loving another

feeling like a traitor.

Not just to yourself... your God... but to the other

You are judas.

The love you shared is like that forsaken kiss in the garden.

In that confessional, you realize that your lover is Jesus

and You are Judas

It shatters me: to know you is sin but to renounce you is hell.

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getting to the point where i may need to purge some drafts, i fear

[sswed]

is it a crime?

alexia putellas x policeofficer!reader

A/N: pure unadulterated smut and a g!p reader, thus minors DNI, thanks

part two found here: everybody knows im a good girl, officer

wc 2.6k

Alexia doesn't actually know just how she gets herself in these kinds of situations but this isn't really the time. She's gotten pulled over, in a foreign country, where she can barely speak the language and the only other person in the car is Jana.

Which means that they aren't getting to the stadium on time or maybe even today for that matter.

You gesture for Alexia to roll down the window and she feels her breath get taken away for a moment. You have the sleeves on your uniform rolled up, which allows her a peak at your rather muscular forearms and the vest you're wearing is tight around your chest.

You're like the hot cops out of those weird police dramas that play on the television sometimes and Alexia cannot believe her luck. If you weren't the one pulling her over, she'd ask if you wanted tickets to the game or maybe even her number. 

You knock on the window and Alexia scrambles to roll it down while shushing Jana's giggles.

"Afternoon, ma'am," You say politely while taking a look inside the car.

Jana is sitting in the passenger seat and you can only see two bags on the back seat, both black and from nike. Nothing to worry about really which makes this so much easier to dismiss.

"Afternoon," Alexia replies in a murmur.

"Licence please," You put your hand out and take Alexia's drivers licence to glance over it quickly.

You smile, "Do you know the speed limit here?"

Alexia curses under her breath and looks around, all the street signs show only directions. She's about to get a ticket, in England, while she's running late for pre-match training. She knew that she shouldn't have let Jana convince her to rent a car for the few days they were here.

"Err..."

You laugh a little and smile kindly again, "Where are you from?"

Alexia feels her heart speed up at the dimples on your face and the way you casually lean against the car to run a hand through your hair.

"She's from Barcelona!" Jana leans over Alexia with a grin, clearly she's a little more outspoken than Alexia.

Your eyes lighten up. The time to use your Spanish has finally come and maybe your co-workers would stop teasing you for taking classes every week if you tell them that it has finally come in handy. 

"Right, I'll let you off with a warning this time but be careful and pay attention to the speed limit, okay?"

Alexia is taken aback. Your Spanish is flawless, like a local's and she wonders whether you're from Spain even though you don't look like you are.

"Y-yes, of course," Alexia stutters out and elbows Jana when goes to lean over again.

You pat the hood of her car and lean back, "Have a nice day."

"You too!" Jana waves at you and you wave back as you walk to your police car.

Alexia turns to Jana abruptly, "Never again."

Jana laughs while Alexia starts the car again.

"You thought she was hot, Ale!"

Alexia clenches her jaw and decides to ignore her passenger, instead she turns on the radio and drives to the stadium. This time following traffic rules.

Barcelona won over Chelsea the next day. They go from being two down in aggregate to winning 4-2 mostly due to Aitana and Pina but they all go to celebrate with the fans in the away end.

To Alexia's surprise, you're there with a Barcelona shirt on, hugging Lucy and congratulating her with a pat on the back. The shirt you're wearing is a little tight, clearly not yours but Alexia thinks it looks brilliant on you anyway.

"You have to come to the party!" Lucy's trying to convince you to join their "party" in order to properly celebrate the win and place in the final.

"Don't you have training tomorrow or something?"

You shrug her arm off you and raise a brow. You've known Lucy for a while now, ever since secondary school actually so it would be a sin to miss a game of hers if she's playing in England but that doesn’t stop her from being annoying. 

"Tomorrows a free day," Lucy argues and you sigh, she's stubborn like a mule.

"I have work tomorrow," You try but Lucy doesn't fall for it.

"You have a night shift, so you're free."

You scoff and eventually nod. You'll stay for a maximum of an hour, then when Lucy finally lets you go, you'll take the opportunity to slip away.

The opposite happens. Lucy drags you around to meet everyone, one by one and you introduce yourself to them, mostly using Spanish and before you know it, it's been two hours and a drink later.

"Now this is la Reina or capitana."

You blink a few times. This is the exact same woman that you pulled over yesterday for speeding. It's just your luck to run into probably the most sexy person you've pulled over at an after party and find out that she's a world class athlete.

You try to smile but it comes out like a grimace, "Hola."

Alexia looks just as shocked. You're still wearing that tight Barca shirt that makes your biceps pop and there is now a visible sweat on your forehead from the heat in the room. You look like walking sex and Alexia wishes that you didn't pull her over yesterday.

"Hi," Alexia replies and then takes a sip of her coke.

You nod at her and turn, hoping that Lucy will drag you away but she's gone. Lucy's just disappeared on you and by doing so, she's left you with Alexia. Who is the hottest person you've ever seen and someone so off limits it's ridiculous.

"Err..." You shuffle awkwardly, gripping the glass in your hand tightly.

Alexia is dressed magnificently. Her t-shirt is perfectly cropped just above the waistline of her jeans and you can't help but let your eyes wander over her figure.

"Listen, can we pretend that I didn't stop you yesterday?" You ask sheepishly and relief floods into you when Alexia nods.

It turns out that you and Alexia get on better than you thought you would. Actually, you hit it off. Talk about your dogs, her job and yours, about London and Spain. Then before you know it, you've been at this party for three hours and you're in a bathroom with your back against the door and Alexia's tongue down your throat.

"Shit, Ale.." You mutter through the kiss.

Your hands are firmly placed on her ass, gripping the fabric of her jeans and occasionally kneading into the flesh. She's gasping into your mouth with her strong arms wrapped around your neck so that she can kiss you comfortably.

Then she lets one of her hands fall from your neck to your stomach where your abs flex under the silky material of the shirt. Alexia runs a nail down the middle of your stomach and you groan into her mouth.

You don't think you've ever been harder in your life and Alexia is making it difficult not to do anything. Then she lets her hand drop to your belt and stops kissing you.

You pull back and look at her with hooded eyes. Alexia looks like a vision, her lips are slightly red and pupils are blown wide open, making her eyes impossible dark.

"Can I, Officer?" Alexia smirks and you can't help but groan.

You nod furiously and Alexia unloops her other arm from around your neck and it joins her other one on your belt. She unbuckles it with quick and nimble fingers then slides one of her hands into your trousers.

"Ah, fuck," You gasp out when a hand palms your clothed cock.

Alexia smirks, "Is that a baton in your pocket... or are you just happy to see me?"

You let out a shaky laugh before moaning deeply when Alexia presses her palm firmly against your cock. God, the feeling is beyond deadly. You need her so bad it hurts.

You give her ass a firm squeeze that makes her jump a little. She's teasing you, letting her hands roam around the inside of your trousers without actually slipping into your underwear. It's making the want pool in your stomach at an alarmingly fast rate.

"Don't tease," You say through clenched teeth, you're desperately trying not to moan loudly.

After all, there is no reason to make this a public announcement.

"Sorry, Officer," Alexia mewls then unexpectedly drops to her knees.

The image is one you'll forever have burned in your mind. She's got her hands on the waistband of your underwear, looking up at you expectedly with a cat-like smirk.

Fuck it, you whine loudly, you've stopped caring about what people think. Right now, you only want her.

Alexia takes that as the go-ahead and swiftly pulls down your underwear. She's greeted by your hard cock and you can't help but hiss at the cold air of the bathroom.

She wraps a hand around you and you moan slowly. You need her, so, so bad but you resist the urge to buck in her hand.

"Come on, please..." You groan out, hands splaying on the polished wood of the door.

Alexia obliges you with a smile and takes you into her mouth. It feels like heaven. Her mouth is so wet and warm that your eyes roll back into your head for a moment.

"Shit," You moan out and resist the urge to tangle your hands into her hair.

Alexia swallows down another inch with ease before taking both of your hands and placing them onto her hair. You raise your brows and only card through her scalp with a gentle hand.

This is clearly not what she meant because Alexia looks up at you a few moments later, then pulls off you to speak.

"Need a little encouragement?" Alexia says suggestively and you scoff.

You take a handful of her hair and urge her back down. You aren't shy this time, you let yourself thrust a little into her mouth and use her hair to stabilize yourself.

"That's so good, shit, you're so good," You murmur out praise in quick succession.

Alexia responds by hollowing her cheeks and sucking harder. You see stars then, she feels so good and you know that you're not going to last long if you keep this up.

You tug Alexia back and off your cock, she, in turn, looks up at you with questioning eyes.

"I want to fuck you, can I?"

Alexia smirks and stands while you tuck yourself back in for a moment. This time, you lift her so that she is seated on the sink and lean forwards to kiss her hard.

You can taste yourself on her lips but you don't care. Your hands roam down her body, feeling every mountain and fall and she's palming your stomach with needy hands.

She pulls back slightly, just so you can still feel her breath going into your mouth and her nose touching yours.

Alexia whispers, "Are you going to fuck me, Officer or no?"

"Be patient and you'll find out."

Your hands travel down to her jeans and you quickly discard them so that they are merely a heap on the marble floor. You then place a hand over her pussy, she's soaking wet. So much so that her underwear is drenched beyond belief.

"Someone's needy," You chuckle and Alexia rolls her eyes.

You kneel down and tug her underwear down, then throw them to join her jeans. You look up at her while you lick a long stripe up her cunt and you can feel the way Alexia shudders underneath you.

"Oh God," Alexia moans loudly and you smirk against her.

"No, no, just me, darling."

Alexia goes to roll her eyes again but mid way through, you twirl your tongue around her clit and her eyes roll back into her head involuntarily.

You suckle on her clit with hollowed out cheeks and Alexia howls above you. The whole place can probably hear it but that's the last thing on your mind right now.

You flick your tongue against Alexia and her hands fly to your hair while her legs wrap around your shoulders. There is practically no way out, not with Alexia's strong thighs wrapped around your head but you don't want an escape either way.

It only takes a few more minutes before Alexia is cursing out loudly, her hands tugging your hair in different directions and her thighs are squeezing around your head.

"Shit, shit-" Alexia moans out quickly and you smirk against her.

You use your hands to pry her thighs off your head and stand once again. Alexia's finger ball up the front of your borrowed shirt and drag you closer until she can kiss you firmly.

"If you don't fuck me now," Alexia mutters the threat into the kiss and you smile.

You pull her off the sink then twirl her around and press her to the front of it. You meet her gaze in the mirror and smirk wildly while she looks at you with slightly widened eyes.

"You want this?" You lean forwards to murmur into her ear and you see her nod in the reflection.

You push down your underwear and wrap a hand around your cock, give yourself a few pumps before sliding into her. She's so wet and tight that you immediately screw your eyes shut and join her in a high pitched moan.

"You feel so good,"

You plant your hands on her hips and give a few shallow thrusts. This is everything you wanted when she suggested going to the bathroom.

You close your eyes and let the sensations overtake you for a moment, she's clenching around you each time you bottom out and it drives you crazy.

You open your eyes and meet Alexia's in the mirror again. She's got her mouth slightly open, panting as you speed up your thrusts. It takes a minute until you find a perfect rhythm but when you do, you have Alexia clawing at the porcelain sink .

"Harder!" Alexia whines out and you give her a thrust that sends her forwards from the force.

"Yeah, right there," She's moaning uncontrollably, loudly so that it echoes through the room.

You think about pressing a palm to her mouth, shushing her but you decide that the damage is done. There's no point trying to be quiet when the two of you have already been too loud.

"I'm close," You whimper out while your thrusts become erratic.

"I'm going to come soon, Ale."

"Give it to me, Officer," Alexia winks at you in the mirror and you can't help yourself.

You groan loudly as you come inside Alexia. It feels Godly and you feel her tighten around you as she reaches her peak as well. You moan lightly as you pull out and brace yourself against the sink.

"That... was," You gasp out, breathing heavily.

Alexia catches her breath next to you. She's got a thin layer of sweat on her face that matches yours and her cheeks are flushed red. You turn to look at her and she presses a soft kiss against your lips.

"Fantastic?" Alexia raises a brow and you laugh.

"Yeah, fantastic."

A loud knock sounds on the door and it is followed by a few others.

"You done, capi?" Patri calls out, clearly laughing.

Then she's joined by Lucy, "You were supposed to be my ride!"

Both your eyes widen and you turn to look at Alexia.

"Maybe we should stay here forever?" You say, embarrassed and flushed.

Alexia nods with wide eyes, "Si." 

When you walk out a few moments later, you’re greeted by a crowd of cheers and Lucy’s smirk. 

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OMG IM A FAN OF YOUR WRITING IF DMC

i was wondering,if u wanted, could u do a Dante x user,cuddles? simple as that just cuddles with Dante :3

thanks in advance

it was a lazy day, at least according to Dante, no missions which meant he could do whatever suits his fancy; today's agenda? cuddling with you in your shared bed that was the least comfortable thing in existence, but that didn't matter much when all your vision allowed you to see was the white haired half demon with the -sometime- tenancies of an overgrown cat.

An overly affectionate cat with how he was hellbent in keeping you within the confinds of the bed, whining whenever you even made a slight shift beneath him, tightening his grip on you and burrying his face deeper into your neck as he made a noise of content; a noise that might as well have been a deep purr when you began to run your fingers through his hair.

'You ever thought about out growing your hair?' you asked softly as your fingers trap a couple of strands of his white locks, holding it there for a few seconds before letting them fall back to where they were.

'no,' came Dante's voice, muffled from your neck and sluggish from sleep, 'why? you like guys with long hair or?'

you laughed, kissing the side of his head. 'no, just you really, only if you were to ever do so though.' that was another thing you loved about Dante. He was more then willing to indulge in your most stupidist, most sleep deprived of thoughts and delve into conversation, as though they were the most insightful things to ever happen between the two of you.

Dante hums as though in thought, his mind half awake and just as lazy as he was in this moment and finding no reason to leave when everything he could possibly want was right where he wanted, within his arms making not so sutble mentions on how he should grow his hair out for whatever reason. 'i'll think about it if it means i keep being the apple of your eye sweetheart.' He kisses your shoulder, tightening his hold on your waist as his legs interlock with your, leeching off of your warmth as if he didn't have ten times your warmth as well as being a six foot something demon hunter.

'You'll always be the apple of my eye doffus.' you began as you moved from caressing his hair to rubbing his broad back, feeling him melting further into you, purring softly it made you smile. 'Tell me who else would indulge me in the debate of why orange is the name of both fruit and colour late at night when we should really be asleep instead.' you added as you press another kiss to the side of his head, wanting to get rid of the thoughts floating within his head, reminding him that you weren't going away so easily as his mind makes him think you will.

You were here for the long run alongside your beautiful and golden hearted Dante.

'That's true,' Dante groans as he lifts his head begrudingly to look at you with softened blue eyes acompanied with a tired but content smile, 'we still need to finish that debate by the way, you fell asleep halfway through your own argument.' He laughs at the memory of you suddenly stopping half way through your sentance, only to look down on his chest and see that you were fast asleep, inable to finish your statment; and while Dante was sitting on his own statement on the matter but you were adorable, so he let it slide and fell asleep afterwards.

You rest your forehead against his, nudging his nose with yours, never having felt happier then you had in the time you have been with Dante. 'i did didn't i.' you said softly.

'You did but don't expect me to allow such a thing to happen again when adressing something so serious.' Dante joked as he stole a kiss from your lips before burrowing his head back into your neck where he pressed a kiss there out of habbit, breathing you in deeply as though he was trying to keep you within his mind even as he fell asleep.

'i'll keep that in mind the next time we debate how did someone know left is left and right is right.' You replied, resting your head atop of his and closing your eyes as sleep began to lull you into drifting off, but you tightened your hold on Dante as though he would slip through your fingers. So you made sure you were gripping the back of his shirt as you fell asleep, knowing he'll be there when you awake, real and living and breathing.

'then i shall bring my best arguments sweetheart.' Dante murmurs, feeling your fingers grip his shirt and pulls you in closer to his chest in hopes to calm your mind, all the while calming his own by squeezing your waist and nose the side of your neck as reminders that not everything in life will go against him; somethings were meant for him without any catches or conditions that were nedded to be met. He could be himself -whether it's him cracking jokes or him confessing his worst fears- without fear of judgment or worry that you wouldn't accept him, but he was gladly proven wrong when you held his face while in his devil form and saying; 'you're the most beautiful being i have ever seen.'

'wrong,' Dante said to no one in particular as he got comfortable for sleep by somehow cudding further into you then he already was, 'you're the most beautiful being i have ever seen. thank you for blessing my life like my own personal angel sweetheart, you really did save me.'

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𝐌𝐈𝐗-𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏 — Lando Norris⁴

summary: Since their time in Miami, YN and Lando have stayed in touch, talking whenever they could over the past few weeks. Unbeknownst to the McLaren driver, YN is planning to spend the weekend in Monaco with her cousin.

˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ lando norris x female! reader 🔸

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Today was supposed to be Quali in Imola.

You were meant to be watching it from your couch, probably with a half eaten bag of chips and your phone somewhere buried in the cushions. But instead, you were standing in your room, towel draped over your shoulders, hair still damp, trying not to overthink the weekend ahead.

From behind you, Lhea was elbow deep in your closet. “You couldn’t have picked your outfit last night?” she grumbled, flipping through hangers like she had a personal vendetta.

“I was tired,” you said simply, though the real reason was that your mind had been spinning too fast to care about clothes.

“Found it!” she said, finally tugging the top free and tossing it your way. You caught it without looking.

As you slipped it on, Lhea plugged in the hair dryer and started working through your hair. It was something she always did for you when she knew you were anxious. She never said anything about it— just turned it on and got to work.

“You excited for Monaco?” she asked, casual, but with that edge in her voice like she already knew the answer.

You caught your own reflection in the mirror. You looked calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that only shows up when your nerves are tucked neatly out of sight.

“Mhm. Very,” you said.

In the mirror, Lhea was smirking.

“I can see you smirking,” you muttered.

She laughed under her breath, clearly satisfied with herself. “Just… keep me posted, okay?”

You rolled your eyes, but not in annoyance. It was easier than saying thanks for worrying about me. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Done,” she said, turning off the dryer. She ran her fingers gently through your hair, combing it into place like she always did when you had somewhere important to be.

“Thanks, Lhea. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Yeah, yeah. What would you even do without me?”

You let out a small laugh— half genuine, half a breath to push the nerves back down.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing her keys. “Let’s get you to the airport.

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At the airport, you double-checked everything— passport, wallet, charger, tickets. Once you were sure you had it all, you turned to Lhea.

“Got everything?” she asked.

You nodded. “Think so.”

She gave you a quick once-over, then pulled you into a short but tight hug.

“Make sure you don’t pick up someone else’s bag this time,” she teased. “You have to stay loyal to Lando, remember?”

You let out a laugh. “No promises.”

Before either of you could say anything else, the overhead speakers announced your flight.

“Oop, that’s me.”

You wrapped her in one last hug— longer this time.

“Have a safe trip,” she said, squeezing you once before pulling back.

“Will do.”

With one last smile, you turned toward the gate.

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PARK SUNGHOON [성훈] ── 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

୨୧ pairing : !nonidol hoon x fem potter!reader ꒰wc : 590꒱

୨୧ genre + content warnings : fluff, slight skinship, not proof read

୨୧ synopsis : in which sunghoon, the new guy in town spots a pottery club and joins because of the pretty girl he saw mentoring in the window.

writer's note ─ what the...juno's first ever work that isn't c.ai bot related??? this must be a dream.. (hehe im joking) anyways enough with the sarcasm--I finally decided to upload this story that's been in my drafts for a while. ik it's not what you're usually used to but lmk what you think of it and if I should continue >< if you enjoyed reading it, please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡

sunghoon hadn’t planned on joining a pottery club. in fact, he hadn’t planned on much beyond unpacking his boxes and finding the nearest coffee shop. but as he mindlessly wandered down the charming main street of his new small town, something—or rather, someone—caught his eye.

the large window in front of the small building cramped between a bookstore and a bakery offered a glimpse of what lay inside: clay-covered hands shaping a delicate piece, laughter echoing softly, and cozy lighting. but what truly captivated sunghoon was the girl behind the wheel. her hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few stray strands framing her face as she concentrated on the clay piece in front of her. she looked like a masterpiece in the making, even with all those smudged beige streaks on her cheeks.

without thinking twice and perhaps blindly urged by his smitten heart, sunghoon pushed open the door, the bell above chiming cheerfully. he approached the counter, trying to appear casual as he signed up for a beginner's class.

the next day, he found himself sitting in a circle of eager faces, dressed casual in a stone grey knit zip up—clay ready at hand. his heart raced when the girl from the window stepped forward, your features even more captivating in person.

"hi, everyone! i'm y/n, and i'll be your mentor for today.”

sunghoon's attempts at crafting anything remotely vase-like were laughable. his first piece looked like it had been crafted by a particularly enthusiastic toddler, another imaging more of a lopsided pancake recipe gone wrong. so—maybe pottery wasn’t his thing. he glanced around, hoping no one noticed, only to lock eyes with none other than you. you smiled, a glint of amusement in your eyes as you made your way over to him.

"need some help?" you asked, your voice warm and gentle.

"very. turns out pottery isn't my hidden talent," sunghoon replied with a soft sigh and bashful smile, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

you chuckled, your laugh like music to his ears. "don’t worry, you're here to learn right? let's start from the basics.”

as you slowly guided his hands with your own clay covered ones, sunghoon couldn't help but notice the spark in her eyes, the way your fingers danced with the clay like it was meant to be sculpted and formed with your delicate digits. through your gentle ministration and shared laughter, his lump of clay began to take shape, though it still resembled a vase only in the most generous sense.

by the end of the class, sunghoon had a crooked pot he was oddly proud of and a heart that felt a bit fuller. you handed him a wet cloth to clean his hands.

“not bad for your first try,” you spoke out, nudging him with your elbow as you stared down at your clay-stained apron. “with a bit more practice, you might even make something useful.”

sunghoon grinned, feeling a flutter of hope. “i guess i’ll just have to keep coming back then.”

you couldn’t help but crack a smile at his words, eyes sparkling with amusement. “i guess you will.”

and as he left the studio that day—he swore he saw your gaze on him through the window. suddenly moving to this small town felt like the best decision he’d ever made, and if learning pottery meant more time with you, he was more than ready to become the next great potter.

or, at the very least, the guy who made you laugh.

𝓢igning off... @penghoon

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[psychesalcove]

NOT A LOT, JUST FOREVER, intertwined, sewn together

Jason Grace x Fem. Reader Synopsis: Jason isn't always the best at verbally showing his love to you, his girlfriend. He makes up for it by showing you how much he loves you in other ways.

not proofread

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Jason had never relied much on telling people how he felt about them. Growing up trained as a soldier, and not a lover definitely had its perks, but also its drawbacks.

He loved you in every way possible. He just didn't know how to tell you this. Jason wanted to be able to pour is heart out to you, and only you.

He wanted to tell you how the simplest to the most complex things reminded him of you, how he's picked up on the smallest things you do and tries to adapt to those things, how you're always the first person he looks for in every situation. How he never wants to let you go and be able to hold and love you until the ends of time.

Which would be easy to say, given that they were all true. But Jason could never bring himself to say these things out loud, so he switched to show you other ways.

..

– Physical Touch

The morning breeze of camp drifted into the Zues cabin, beckoning you to awake further than you already had. You sat at Jason's desk, your skincare scattered around. Even though you were tired, you wanted to get your routine out of the way so you could start your day.

Both Jason and you had lessons you had to teach today, hence why neither of you could stay in the warm covers of Jason's bunk. He was in the bathroom taking a shower, probably an ice cold one knowing him. You rubbed the lotion into your face as you heard the bathroom door squeak open, Jason coming out already dressed in his cargo pants and camptshirt.

"Hi, m'love." You mused as you heard him walking about behind you. He mumbled a reply, already on his way to you. Jason draped his arms over your shoulders and put his head on top of yours.

you felt him press a soft kiss into your hairline, a smiling finding itself onto his face as he hard you giggle in response. He moved one of his hands to your shoulder blade and starting rubbing slow circles into the skin, the smell of his vanilla bodywash engulfing you as you leaded into his touch. he pressed another kiss to your hair before gently pulling away, knowing that you would take hours to finish your skincare if he kept distracting you.

– Quality Time

Jason and you sat in the crafts n' arts center, you needing to cover for kayla because the infirmary was more crowed than usual (probably due to the capture the flag game a couple of days ago). Jason had insisted he come with you because he had nothing better to do, hence why he was sitting with you here now.

your hands were busy painting a small canvas, the younger campers not needing any assistance at the moment. You were doing random strokes of different colors, a specific image in your mind for the outcome of your craft.

Jason moved slightly in his seat so that he was closer to you, his own hands busy making a bracelet; or what looked like an attempt of one. your eyes drifted over to Jason's hands trying to tie a knot in thread, and you giggled a little. "what are you doing honey?" You put down the paintbrush and put your hand onto his upper leg, getting his attention.

"im trying to make a bracelet for you," he hummed, hands still trying to tie it all together. You laughed lightly again, thumb rubbing back and fourth on his leg. Your heart also swelled at the thought of him trying to make you something.

Before you could ask to assist him, he smiled and turned to you with a proud look in his eyes. "Here, ill put it on you love." He said and gently grabbed your hand, slipping the poorly made jewelry onto your wrist.

"I'll wear it everyday," you declared as you pecked his nose, causing Jason's face to become flushed.

– Acts of Service

You sat on the stool of a Cafe in New Rome, watching demigods go about their day outside. Jason had gone up to order the two of you drinks and insisted that you should sit still so you could rest.

Yesterday was intense war trainings that New Rome made their campers do as a monthly activity, so it was nice to be able to go to a cafe and not do war related things. "Here you go m'love." You heard as Jason sat down your favorite drink on the table.

"Thank you hon," Jason sat down across from you, his own drink in his hands.

"Of couse," he hummed, taking a sip of his iced drink. Before you could take a sip of your own, you saw something written on the lid of your cup. Your eyes scanned over the message that read 'for the prettiest girl ever:)'

You smiled and looked back up at Jason, who was looking at you with a shy smile. "Sorry if it's cheesy, I just wanted to remind you that you're pretty," He rushed out, taking another sip so he his focus could be on his drink and not your reaction.

You blushed and smiled as your eyes went back down to the message. "I think that you're also pretty, hon," you mused happily, already knowing that you would be saving the lid of the cup for the foreseeable future.

[ysrjune]

☁︎ And I smile when I think of all the times we had. .ᐟ

happy sweet 16 to me guys yay! The stuff being posted today isn't birthday related writing I just wanted to post these today because I'll be busy and I've been putting off writing so much. I gave Scott a sister in this. I hope you dont mind.. Anyways, enjoy!

It had been weeks since Scott last saw you. You broke up with him before a date he had planned for the both of you. He was going to take you to a nice restaurant, then to a carnival. But you had different plans. You didn't even have a good enough reason to break up with him. You just didn't want to be with him anymore.

The day of your date, he knocked at your door at 5pm. He was dressed nice, smelled good, and had your favorite flowers in his hands. "Hey," he starts, his eyes darting down to your comfortable outfit. He was confused. Had you forgotten about your date? "Uh.. why aren't you dressed? We have plans, remember?" There was no way you did. He checked up with you this morning. "Im not going, Scott." You reply. Scott cocks an eyebrow. "What are you talking about? Did something come up?", "Yeah. I don't want to be with you anymore, Scott. I just.. I don't feel anything towards you anymore. I can't find an easier way to say it."

He didn't ask for any further explanation. There was no use. You had just said it straight up, so what more could he ask for? His heart dropped to his stomach while it also turned. He felt sick. "Okay." he says in a more serious tone. "But you couldn't tell me this earlier?" He scoffs. "Some considerate person you are." Scott shakes his head. "Whatever. it's Fine. Just.. tell your mom I said hi." He sighs and gives you the bouquet of flowers. "Aren't you gonna throw them away?" You ask. "No, I bought them for you.", "Well I don't want them. You might as well." That really struck him. He wanted to cry. "Kay." He says softly and takes them back.

"Have a good rest of your afternoon. Tell your sisters and parents I said hi." Were his last words before turning and walking off. As soon as you closed the door, he started to sob. You weren't his first breakup, but you were his first heartbreak. His first love, and you just threw him out like trash after everything you've been through together. In his car, he cried. He cried so hard that he was becoming sleepy. Eyes puffy and red. He could be mistaken for high. Atleast he was still fine to drive.

"I dont know, she just.. she doesn't want me anymore! I don't know what I did wrong." He cries into the arms of his little sister. 13 year old sister to be exact. She frowns, holding her brother against her chest. "I don't think you did anything wrong, Scott. Maybe she just wants to move on." She caressed his neck. "But why?" He whines into her chest. "I gave her everything and more! Why doesn't she want me?" The blonde sobs. His sister has hardly ever seen Scott this upset. It was so depressing seeing her usually tough, nonchalant brother like this. The rest of the night until she had to go to bed, she held him and tried to keep his mind off of it.

"Do you regret it? Being with her?" One of Scott's football friends asked him. "No. I don't regret anything.", "She was so mean about it though! Like, she didn't even try to be nice." The boy replies. Scott only shrugs. "Doesn't matter. I appreciate every second she was with me.", "Look, man. I know you loved he-" he was cut off by Scott. "Love. Not Loved." He corrects.

Returning his things to him was the worst part, because that really let him know that you were officially done. he also gave some of your stuff back. Perfume that you gave him so he could spray it on himself or around his room whenever he missed you, bracelets, love letters, gifts.. but he kept one. He kept a teddy bear you gave him. You didn't ask about it because you had forgotten. He also had sprayed your perfume on it. He cuddled with it for months straight.

He hadn't deleted videos or photos of you on his phone. He often looks back at them and cries whenever he hears you calling him your baby or your handsome boy. You were so damn sweet to him and you just fucking left like it was nothing-like he was nothing. Sometimes he'd even go crazy in his room, trashing everything. He had such a hard time understanding why you did this to him. How could you do this. You knew how much he needed you but you didn't even give it a thought to let him off easy. He hated it.

When he sees you walking around with another guy, he gets totally insecure. That guy was nothing like him. The complete opposite. He'd start overthinking if you even loved him or not. Maybe you just felt bad and that's why you went out with him.. you definitely just felt bad because of all the trauma he's been through. He just needed someone for a little bit, and you could do that. you did do it, and it was finally done.

Jesus, he's never getting over this. At least not for a very long time.

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[joces-wrld]

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ bubbles and cuddles

݁𝜗𝜚 blurb !

݁IN WHICH— ballerina! reader comes home from a very tiring rehearsal to a bubble bath surprise

| no warnings :)

after a long and grueling rehearsal at the dance studio, you're finally at the triplets house. you were planning on going straight home, wanting to just shower and take a nap, your muscles aching from the intense practice. you had messaged matt, telling him how much your body hurt and your plan to just relax for the rest of the evening. he had replied within seconds, telling you to go over to their house instead. not wanting to deny him, you obliged

you knock on the door, chris swinging it open a couple seconds later. "hey n/n! matt!! your girl's here!!" he yells out, motioning for you to enter. you hear footsteps quickly approach, smiling softly when you see matt

"hey matty" you tiredly mumble, leaning in for a hug. "hey sweet girl," he briefly hugs you back before picking you up bridal style. "gotta surprise for ya" he adds, walking towards the stairs. "hey nick!" you yell out, waving at him as you disappear up the stairs

"mkay, close your eyes" your boyfriend instructs once you're outside his bedroom door. you do as matt says and listen as he opens the door

"open"

you open your eyes and notice you're in the bathroom, the tub filled with fragrant bubbles, and rose petals, candles aligning the tub, creating a serene atmosphere

"thought you might like this after today," he says, gesturing to the bubble bath he prepared

you feel a wave of gratitude, love, and admiration, "what'd i do to deserve you" "i ask myself the same thing everyday" he smiles at you, setting you down on the counter. he gives you a short kiss before heading out, "i'll be back in like 10 minutes, imma go get you some clothes. try an' relax baby"

relief washes over you as you sink into the warm water, the tension in your muscles slowly melting away. you had the best boyfriend ever, no doubt about it

matt walks back into the restroom, setting some clothes on the counter. "thank you for this matt, i truly appreciate it" "course baby, anytime" he replies, sitting by the tub. you two talk about your days, him making you laugh with his usual shenanigans

around 30 minutes later you finish your bath and matt helps you dry off, his eyes filled with nothing but love. he even hands you each individual piece of clothing; pink bra and matching pink panties, a white spaghetti strap top, and grey cotton pajama shorts. the whole time he's eyeing your body, no lust behind his gaze, pure admiration

"matty, put some music on im dying in this silence" the boy giggles and complies, putting on bruno mars. you then take your skin care items out your designated drawer, "skin care time!" you say, hopping on the counter and pulling him in between your legs

you put your white, bow shaped, headband on and hand him the pink dupe, watching as he shakes his head, yet puts the thing on with a smile. "can we record? haven't posted anything in a week..." you ask shyly, lighting up when he nods

"hi guys! get ready with me for bed" you exclaim after brushing your teeth, smiling at the camera. you prop your phone up against the wall, allowing the camera to capture you sitting on the counter and matt standing in between your legs

"today was supper tiring, i had rehearsal for swan lake for like a gazillion hours, my legs felt like jelly by the end of it. wash your face and brush your teeth, baby, please"

"yes ma'am", matt does as told as you continue to speak

"i actually have the best boyfriend ever though, i came home and he had this supper cute bubble bath ready for me. the water was frickin pink! and it had bubbles and rose petals in it, and he lit candles around the tub. it actually made me fall for him 100 times harder"

"okie dokie, hold the mirror for me?" you ask matt, holding up your hand mirror. the boy complies without a word, humming along to whatever song came on. he secretly admired you as you applied all different sorts of products to your face, finding it cute how you rambled on about your day, the camera not failing to pick that

"your turn!" you exclaim, allowing matt to put the mirror down. "guys i actually need to rott in bed all day tomorrow i dont think i can get up- toner please"

he hands you the bottle, you dumping some onto your hand and pressing it into his skin, " -like dont get me wrong, i love being a ballerina, i love bellet, it makes me me, it's just a lot of work, y'know"

you sigh, picking up a vitamin c serum, adding a couple drops to matt's face. "im excited for swan lake though, like i know its one of the most popular ballets, but ive never been in one, that make sense?" you gently rub the substance in, adding hyaluronic acid and tea tree relief serum before doing the same thing

you then pick up your eye cream, showing it to the camera. "i highly! recommend this eye cream guys, it actually works wonders" you say, getting real close to matt's face and applying it under matt's eyes

it was finally time for moisturizer. you grab the bottle and pump some onto the back of your hand, dipping your pointer finger into it and dabbing dots all over matts face. you fall silent as you rub it in, both of you silently admiring the other's beauty

"alrighty, looks like we're done here!"

you reach for your phone, "thanks for joining us tonight. i'm sorry i haven't posted this week, ive been super busy with rehearsals, regardless i love yal, muah" you blow a kiss and stop recording, setting your phone down

"you're amazing, you know that?" matt whispers, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss

you roll your eyes slightly, and wrap your legs around matts waist. "off to bed" he giggles out, securing his arms around you before carrying you to bed

you both lay in his bed for a little. matt scrolling through tiktok as you lay on top of him, softly playing with his hair. "i love you" you say, pressing a kiss to matt's forehead, then to his nose, then his cheeks, then jawline, and finally lips

the boy sighs into the kiss, setting his phone down and wrapping his arms around you. seconds later, he breaks the kiss, "lets get some sleep. you had a long day today, and you'll have a long day tomorrow, you need loads of rest to be awesome tomorrow"

you nod your head, rolling of of him and cuddling into his side instead. he begins to rub the small of your back, watching as you slowly doze off. "goodnight matt, i love you" you mumble half asleep, the tiredness from earlier quick to catch you again. he slowly wraps his arms around you, kissing your head

"goodnight princess"

a/n: HELP WHY DOES THIS ACTUALLY SUCK?! once again, booty ending 😓

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@luzsturniolo

[sunnysana]

hey!! you’re honestly one of my fav aouad writers atm and i appreciate every single one of your posts! i’ve recently joined tumblr and im not really sure how things work so please excuse me if im not doing something right or there are rules i need to follow. but could you please write another gyeong-su fic? maybe pre-apocalypse version? you can choose the scenario, i honestly don’t mind, but maybe not smut? i’m not a fan of smut lol. thank you so so much! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Han Gyeongsu x F! Reader / Confession

A/N: hiii, thank you so much for the request. It makes me really happy to hear you enjoy my posts. I'm happy to make a pre-apocalypse fic for you! You don't have to worry about rules cause I don't really have any set and besides that I also don't write smut so no worries!

Warnings: None really in the story except maybe a slight ooc Gyeonsu? (Not proof read)

Summary: Basically a valentines fic with Gyeonsu, where he finally confesses. (Not the Korean way of valentines)

The soft haired boy runned around the school front like an idiot followed close behind his best friend Cheongsan.

Since today was February, the 13th his best friend had been pestering him the whole day about the next day. Valentines day.

He had been trying to convince his friend to finally confess to his crush.

You and Gyeonsu had been friends since the start of school as you were part of the friend group. That being Cheongsan, Onjo, and Isak.

No one knew except for his best friend though... or so he thought, if he wasn't that obvious.

Well, everyone noticed as he was always teasing you or being a tad nicer than to the others. However, you were the only one who didn't seem to notice. You were too oblivious.

Cheongsan finally caught up to him and caught him by his arm. "Stop running, will you? Too scared to face it?." He says with a slight knowing smirk on his face.

They both halted, and Gyeonsu turned to face him with a defensive look. "I'm not scared, I just... don't wanna, not like you can confess to Onjo can you?".

"That's way different!" Cheongsan says then tries to shift the attention. "Besides, if you don't try soon, someone else will." Gyeonsu starts to contemplate it.

What Cheongsan has been saying was kind of true. He has seen the way a certain someone in his class kept eyeing you.

Maybe he should push his luck and try? He's not gonna let you get snatched up by someone else.

He shifts back to his usual playfull demeanor. "How about this? If I ask her out, you'll give me free chicken. the same goes the other way around if you ask Onjo." He held out his pinky finger, which Cheongsan interlocks his with.

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Later, after school, your friend group, uncluding the two boys, onjo and Isak, met up at the front gates.

Cheongsans mother had invited you all to try a new type of chicken at the iconic Cheongsan chicken.

"Should we get going?" Isak says, giggling with Onjo about Gyeonsu almost tripping a moment ago.

"How about this, the last person to get there has to pay next time?" Gyeonsu says and starts to sprint, followed by Cheongsan.

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Making a fool out of himself, Gyeonsu arrives last. "Next time, think about something before you start it," you teased him and nudged his shoulder, which makes the rest laugh.

Before you know it, you're all sitting at the table. Enjoying the new flavor of chicken prepared by Cheongsans mom.

Halfway through, Gyeonsu suddenly thinks of something. It was around dinner time, maybe even past, so most stores will close pretty soon.

If he'd want to get you some gifts, he'd have to get them now.

He shot up, "uhm guys, I forgot to get something important for my mom... I'll have to get it now, " he made up an excuse.

Before anyone could reply, he was out rushing to the store he'd buy your gift after saying goodbye to Cheongsans mom quickly, thanking her.

"What was that all about?" You wonder. "Dunno, it's just Gyeonsu, forgetful as ever." Cheongsan jokes lighting the room.

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The next day, the 14th of February hit. The day Gyeonsu had been dreading but also anticipating at the same time.

This day, unlike any other, he had spent a little more time adjusting his hair in a neat way and making sure his school uniform was looking right.

He hid the gift he had bought a day before in his bag. Can't have anyone spotting it .

He made his way to school as usual which was now decorated by a few whimsy decorations in the halls for the special occasion.

Usually, the day would be like any others to him. However, this time, for the first time, it had some sort of significance to him.

Most we're already gathered in the classroom chatting as the teacher wasn't there yet.

You were sitting on Onjo her desk as you chatted then noticed Gyeonsu coming in. "Hey, Gyeongsu!"

Damn she looks cute today, he thought, though there wasn't really a difference from your usual look. But well he's a simp for you anyday.

You got off the desk swiftly and went to greet him, receiving a slight side eye from Nayeon.

"You left early yesterday, so Miss Lee told me to give you some more." You walk to your desk together, and you reach in your bag to grab the take out box.

"You can just warm it up later" you hand it to him. "Thanks" he had a slight blush on his cheek.

However, the moment quickly distributed by the teacher walking in making everyone get to their seat quickly, including the both of you.

Time passed through the boring lesson as break time arrived.

Before you could walk to your usual meeting spot Gyeonsu stops you in your tracks.

He composed himself before speaking, he was finally gonna do it. "Hey y/n, how about we go on a walk through the school gardens before we go to lunch?" He tried being casual but betrayed himself by his red cheeks.

"Sure, let's go," you both started walking with you, following whatever direction he went in.

His heart started racing, and when they'd arrive at the right spot, he'd been thinking about asking her to be his valentine. Or well, finally confess he got a bit nervous.

Yesterday, after rushing out sooner than the others, he bought you some chocolate in a flavor he knows you love and a heart-shaped necklace that cost him some savings.

But it's worth it cause it's for you he thought.

After some seemingly casual chatter, you arrived at a cherry blossom trea standing tall next to a familiar bench you've sat on multiple times.

"How about we take a break?" He motioned towards the bench, and you nodded, agreeing.

You sat down and flattened your skirt, adjusting it so it looks neat. Meanwhile, he started reaching into his bag while you're distracted.

This is probably the best moment alone with you he'll get today so he needs to take advantage of that.

He pulls them out and quickly hides them beside him out of your sight before you look back at him.

"Hey, uh y/n," he stammers nervously. You hum, locking eyes with him. He's so cute when he's shy.

"I was wondering if you...." he grabs the chocolate and small jewelry box containing the necklace. "Do you wanna be my valentine? I've liked you a lot since we've met... and I was hoping you like me too?".

Thoughts run through his head quickly like inner turmoil. Did he say that right? Was he smooth enough? Was the timing right?

However, that quickly comes to an end as you ease his mind. "Yes! Of course I do" your cheeks flush, and your heartbeat speeds up. "I've liked you for so long too... I never thought you'd ask"

You admitted, which made him both happy and surprised not expecting this outcome. "You do?". He looks into your eyes with a soft smile on his face.

Instead of using words, you give him a peck on the cheek, startling him, making you chuckle. Trying to shift the attention from his flusteredness, he quickly shoves the box into your hands.

You open it and see an adorable heart necklace making you smile. "You really bought this for me?" He shifts his gaze, looking away shyly.

"I couldn't help it, I thought it'd look good on you..." he muttered. And then helped you put it on.

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After that, you both went to the canteen where your friends were waiting. Holding hands with fingers intertwined.

Onjo and Isak started bombing you with questions. Meanwhile, Gyeonsu gave Cheongsan a cheeky grin as usual. He's getting free chicken after all. Though it didn't really matter as he got you after all.

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A/N: Hii, thank you so much for reading until the end. I hope it was to your liking. I had fun writing this, and feel free to request from me again!

[homestylehughes]

quinn hughes- drowning

summary: when y/n is drowning in her love for Quinn, and feels the need to step back from him. what happens that Quinn is also drowning in her love too?

wc: 1.9k OMFGG HELLOOOOOOO???? this the longest fic I've ever wrote. holy fuck.

authors note: dun dun dun I'm backkkkk. ive had free time because of my classes being cancelled because of the weather. so I decided to sit down and write about quinny today <3. I hope you guys enjoy this is the longest fic I've everrrr wrote. make sure to reblog if you like enjoy it. as always much loveeeee.

Everyone told me not to fall in love with Quinn hughes. I told myself not to fall in love with Quinn Hughes. That It would be impossible for him to ever love me back in the way I loved him. 

          Obviously I didn't listen.

I fell head over heels in love with him. I was sinking, no I was drowning. Nothing could pull me out now. I was in too far deep, I was in too far deep to care that I was in love with Quinn hughes. It was so hard not to care, it was so hard to not fall in love with him. Longing gazes when we were out with our friends. The way he'd put his hand on my lower back when guiding me through a crowd. The way he’d listen so intently to things I would say. Everything little thing he did pulled me into him, everything he did pulled me under. I was drowning, I couldn't seem to care. 

  That's what led me to this. 

I knew that I was deep, I needed space. I haven't seen or talked to Quinn in over 2 weeks. I told myself I needed to distance myself from him. If I could pull myself away from him, then I could pull myself out from drowning in him. 

So I threw myself into my job, taking as many stories as I could from my boss. Declining dinners and drinks from my friends, from quinn. Ignoring his texts and declining his calls. I thought what I was doing was the right thing to do, it seemed like the easiest thing to do. I knew if I ever admitted to Quinn that I was in love with him, he wouldn't feel the same way. I'm trying to save myself a heart break, but what's the point? My hearts are already breaking by doing this. 

When the 3 week mark hit of not talking to quinn i felt better. Kinda. I still miss talking to him, actually scratch that, i miss everything little thing about him. I continue to tell myself that this is for the best. Do I even know what I want, is this even for the best?  The texts and calls from Quinn stopped showing up. He gave up on me, no i gave up on him. I did this and it's for the best. Even though I repeated this to myself everyday, I still felt I was making the wrong choice. 

My friends finally convinced me to leave my apartment. Making me put in the tightest outfit possible, and pulling me into the nearest bar. I make a beeline to the bar, ordering a drink to hopefully calm my nerves and help relax me. Being here in this bar made me remember how much I hate bars. It made me remember how much I miss Quinn. 

We make our way to the table with trays of drinks in our hands, tonight is going to be a good night. Well I thought it was. As I glanced up to see where one of my friends went, my eyes landed on her with a group of men. Men that look very familiar to me. My eyes drift left of my friend, and land right on Quinn. Our eyes meet for the first time in over 3 weeks. My heartbeat starts rising immediately, and suddenly I feel like I'm drowning again. The dress I'm wearing seems even tighter, and the bar feels like fire all around me. 

I need to get out of here, I say to myself. My eyes trying to find the next exit, I turn to my friend y/f/n and say “hey, I'm going to go outside, I need some fresh air. I'll be back in a second!!”. I don't wait for her reply, I turn on my heels, quickly moving towards the closest exit. 

The minute I step outside it hits me. Quinn. Quinn is really here. Quinn, my best friend, the man im inlove with is here. The man I've ignored for almost a month or more with no explanation is here. It hits me, I'm a terrible person. Why did I do that to him, why did I do this to us. 

I need to go home now. Home. Home. Home. was the only thing on my mind. 

My hands are shaking trying to pull up uber to get a ride home. Anywhere is better than here right now, this is all too much. As I'm going to hit  “Confirm payment” on the car ride home. I hear an all too familiar voice shout my name.

This can't be happening. No No No. 

The next thing I know is that Quinn is standing right in front of me. “y/n” he breathes out at me. I can't move, I'm frozen. I'm in shock, this can't be real. “y/n” he repeats. I finally looked into his eyes, my eyes dragging all over his face. Everything is as perfect as I remember it. “Quinn” I finally uttered while looking at the ground. I wish I was dreaming. I wish that what's happening isn't real. I can't even look him in the eyes. I wish it was a dream, and that when I woke up this was all fake.

This definitely isn't a dream. 

“You know you fucking suck.” Quinn says. I know I do, I think to myself. As I go to open my mouth to say something. He starts again “I haven't talked to you in over a month. You've been ignoring me. And the first time I see you again with your friends at a bar?!?!”. I can't even look at him, continuing to stare at his Nike covered feet. My eyes filled with tears. I hear him take another deep angry breath. “SEE??? You can't even look at me, you can't even look me in the eyes. You won't even give me an explanation. You know that's really shitty of you y/n.”. 

I'm crying now. I'm sobbing. Everything he's saying is true. I am a terrible person, this is all my fault I know. I know.

I heard him scoff and began to walk away. I can't let this happen, I can't let this happen again. “QUINN” I shouted, finally finding my voice. His steps immediately stop, he slowly turns around. I can see the anger and sadness in his eyes. 

This time I'm approaching him, taking a shaky breath. Trying to gather the words that I don't have to say. “I know you hate me right now. I know that you want answers, hell you want an explanation on why i haven't talked to you in over month.’’ My breath labors for a minute, I'm sobbing, the tears are flowing, my chest is rising, I'm not ready for this. I know nothing I say is ever going to change what I did to him. 

I try to take deep breaths but each one I take makes the tears fall even harder. Here I am crying on the sidewalk in front of my best friend. who might not even be my best friend anymore. Trying my best to give him an explanation on why I've been so horrible to him. Why I've cut him out of my life just because I love him. Oh god i love him, how do i tell him that?? 

I feel a hand wrap around my arm, that quickly pulls me back to reality. “Hey hey y/n, pretty girl please look at me.” I'm still sobbing at this point, I don't think the tears will ever stop. I slowly take my eyes up to his face. “That's good, now take a deep breath for me, in and out come on i know you can do it.” he says. Quinns hands are now on my cheeks trying to help me calm down. 

My breathing starts to slow down, my tears let up a little bit. Our eyes are still locked, never once leaving each other. I know I need to say something. I know I need to tell him how I feel. I slowly pull away from quinns hold, I'm now again looking at his feet. I take a deep breath, it's now or never I think. “I fell in love with you. Fuck quinn i was drownding in you. You were my best friend and I couldn't feel that way about you. I know you'd never want me in the way I wanted you. I needed space, I thought that if I was away from you it would help my feelings, that somehow I could get over it?? That I could forget about you?? I don't know!?!?! Just move on??”. “But seeing you tonight made me realize that I could never get over you, and that I could never stop loving you.” 

The tears on my face are falling like waterfalls, I sadly chuckle to myself as I try and wipe them away as more fall. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Nothing I say will probably make you forgive me. I understand i really really fucked up. But I won't say sorry for loving you. I love you and it's okay if you don't love me.”  I finally looked into Quinn's eyes, searching for anything. Anything. 

Before I can even register what's happening, Quinn’s hands are grabbing my face, pulling my lips to his. The kiss is fast, it's full of love and anger, sadness. All of the above. My lips struggle to keep up with him, my hands make their way to the back of his head, pulling him into me by the ends of his hair. A groan escapes his lips, as he pulls me even closer into him, if it's even possible. Our lips are moving at lightning speed, we can't get enough of each other. I don't want to ever stop kissing Quinn, it feels too good to ever want to stop. 

It feels like 5 years go by before Quinn pulls his lips from mine. Our chests are rising steadily. Eyes blown, swollen lips looking back at each other. “I've wanted to do that since I met you,” he says. My head is spinning, nothing that just happened feels real. Quinn sighs, grabbing my hands in his, his eyes never leaving mine. “I wish you would have told me how you felt. You would have known that I also love you. I've loved you for years. I thought i lost you y/n, i was going crazy with you. I thought you hated me. Baby I was drowning in you, I thought you knew, I wish you knew sooner.”

Quinn loves me? Quinn. Love. Me. my eyes are wide, his mouth is parted waiting for my reaction. Waiting for me to say something. I'm crying again before I know it again. A smile breaks on lips, i'm laughing, quinns laughing. I'm not sure if we know why. I pull his lips towards mine again. Feeling his smile on mine. “I love you''. I whisper to him in between each kiss. “I love you” he whispers back. 

I could drown in him forever, if it's on a sidewalk in front of a random bar. If it's a bed, a car. Hell even in a movie theater. I'd always drown for Quinn Hughes. 

[velvetvexations]

just need to rant but today i found out that the author of the pills that make you green comics is against the use of transandrophobia as a term and i feel like my heart was ripped out of my chest. literally her comics were so affirming and felt so transmasc positive and now shes reblogging posts saying that "pro transandrophobe" people are like gamergate men. im hurting so much inside and i dont know what to do. i just want somewhere safe, i want safe blogs that are affirming and not always debating whether or not my oppression is real. i feel like even though its so bad for my mental health, the only place where im safe is discourse blogs, because i Know what their stances are, im safe with blogs like yours and corey's, even if seeing the arguments hurt it hurts less than feeling tricked and lied to. im sorry, i dont have anything really Important to say i just needed to vent 🥺😭

maybe, do you know any pro-transmasc blogs that do more positivity rather than engaging in discourse? i think i really need more of that on my dashboard

@tpwrtrmnky As my anon pointed out when I asked if they'd allow me to tag you in this response, you've already deleted the post that inspired this ask and you say you're going to address why you were unsatisfied with it soon, so I'll wait before adding, if you would consent to it, my own commentary. However, I'd appreciate it if you could read what's been written because it's very emotionally moving to me and I feel as though it's important for you to hear it. Thank you.

I want to say to you, anon, that I understand how it feels. Similar things have happened to me, which I won't get into so as to avoid discussion on if the situations are entirely comparable or not because that's not really the point, and it's crushing.

As to your question, as a result of how easily I'm triggered I follow practically no one who ever even mentions queer issues at all so I'm unfortunately not the best to ask for recommendations of that nature. I recently started following Corey's side blog where he sometimes does trying to keep it mostly positive, but since you mentioned him you're probably aware of that'n (corezy if anyone else would like it).

If anyone else has any recommendations please put them in the replies or send me an ask.

[skz-streamer]

Lee Know As Reminders

Simptober Reminders M-list

Pairing: Lee Know (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff ;))))

Warnings: mentions of being locked out, idk?

Notes: I hope this ones okayyy :)))

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

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"Remember to grab your keys before leaving"

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The day was in full swing, and you were preparing to head out the door for work. As you gathered your belongings and checked that you had everything you needed, your phone chimed with a message from Lee Know. His text read, "Remember to grab your keys before leaving."

You couldn't help but chuckle as you read the message. It was true; there had been one occasion when you had left your keys behind, and he hadn't let you forget it. Playfully, you texted him back, "Min, that was only one time 🙄."

His reply came swiftly, carrying a hint of amusement, "Yeah, and it was about to become 2 if I hadn't reminded you."

You couldn't help but smile at his response. Lee Know had a way of looking out for you, even in the smallest of ways. With a sense of gratitude and a light heart, you walked out the door, making sure to grab your keys before you left

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The sun had already dipped below the horizon, casting the boys' dorms in a shadowy twilight. You stood outside the door, fumbling with your keys in a futile attempt to open it. It had been a long day, and all you wanted was to get inside and relax. But your keys just weren't cooperating.

Frustrated, you took out your phone to check the time, hoping that maybe someone would be home to let you in. As you glanced at the screen, a text notification from Lee Know caught your attention. It read, "Remember to grab your keys before leaving." Your eyes widened in realization, and a sense of panic washed over you.

You had just seen his message, even though it was sent nearly 20 minutes ago. In your hurry to leave earlier, you had grabbed your phone but forgotten your keys. You couldn't help but cringe at the situation. To anyone passing by, it probably looked like you were trying to break into the dorms, especially since it was a secured area.

Desperate to get inside, you quickly texted Han, hoping he'd be able to open the door for you. However, he left you standing outside for what felt like an eternity, a good 5 minutes, before finally opening the door. You couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed as you entered the dorm, thanking him profusely.

After settling inside, you texted Lee Know, trying to make light of the situation. "Oh... too late, sorry 😅," you messaged him.

A minute passed before he replied, "Yeah, yeah, Han already told me 🙄."

You couldn't help but laugh at his response. With a grin, you made your way over to where he was, and as your eyes met, you both burst into laughter. "what did I give you the keys for" he said "im sorry!" you said back laughing

he walked up to you and hugged you, engulfing you in his warmth "Gosh I guess I'll just have to spam you next time" "I guess so" you said, grabbing his face to kiss him.

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Lee Know had given you a pair of keys to their dorm, where he and the rest of the boys lived. While you didn't use it often, it came in handy for times like this when you dropped off food or simply wanted to say hi. There had been one memorable mishap when you'd forgotten the key and mistakenly tried to unlock their dorm with the key to your own apartment. It had been a bit embarrassing to stand outside their door, fumbling with the wrong key, and eventually having to ask one of the boys to let you in.

But today, Lee Know had your back. As you were preparing to leave for their dorm, your phone buzzed with a message from him. It read, "Remember to grab your keys before leaving."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his thoughtfulness. He had a knack for remembering the little details that made your life easier. Quickly, you texted back, "Yeah, I grabbed it. Thanks, Min ❤️."

His reply came almost instantly, "Love you."

Your heart warmed at his words. You knew he cared about you deeply, but it was always nice to hear it. You texted back, "Love you too," and then added that you were on your way to their dorm.

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[shattered-person]

Chapter #3

Dazai got up, yawned before crossing the room to meet Ranpo.

"Ranpo-san, get uppppp, its 10:47 we have so much things to dooo!"

"Shut up Dazai, im sleeping."

Dazai groaned in frustration, before rejoining his room, abandoning Ranpo. The student quickly got dressed, left a note for his roommate and exited their apartment.

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"Ahhh, this is nice." Dazai sighed as the fresh air hit his face.

The brunette started walking down the street, a happy smile on his face. He looked for a food store, but unfortunately all the shops he found were closed.

"What the hell is happening?"

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"Chuuya, tu travail aujourd'hui, on est le 14 Juillet?!" questioned Doc, a surprised expression plastering his face. ("Chuuya, you're working today, it's the 14 of July?!")

"Oui, j'ai besoin d'argent et je n'ai pas grand chose à faire. Paul est absent. Je vous rejoindrai aux feu d'artifices." ("Yes, I need money and I don't have anything to do. Paul is absent. I'll see you at the fireworks.")

"Très bien, alors je vais me joindre à toi!" ("Very well, than I will be joining you!")

"Q-quoi?" ("W-what")

"Tu ne pensais pas que j'allais t'abadonner?" (You didn't think I was going to abandon  you?")

Chuuya was shocked. He stood there, un moving before shaking himself to reality again.

The waiter then smiled before handing an apron to his friend and walking away to open the restaurant.

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN EVERYTHING IS CLOSED!?" Ranpo screeched to his roommate. "HOW AM I GOING TO BUY MY CANDY?!"

"Calm down Ranpo. Your candy can wait, our priority is to eat. It's nearly 12:30."

Ranpo sighed in defeat.

"There's a restaurant called "Old world" not far from here, I don't think it's closed. It's a two star though so it might be a little expensive, but it's deserts are really good apparently and who cares: Fukuzawa is paying anyways."

"Then what are we waiting for?!" Dazai exclaimed, dragging the other black-haired boy.

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"Wow, this place is fancy." stated the bandaged boy.

"Told you so."

The pair were now seated at a table of a very elegant restaurant and were waiting to be served. Suddenly a ginger boy walked up to them, a notebook in hand (its the deathnote lol).

Dazai noted that the boy didn't look any older than him - and that he looked very handsome.

"Bonjour avez vous choisi vos plats?" (Hello, did you chose your meals?")

Dazai quickly gave an nervous look to Ranpo. There was no way in hell that he was going to try and talk that cursed language called French.

Fortunately, Ranpo managed to explain to the waiter that they didn't speak French. The ginger didn't take it too bad, instead he just started talking English with an accent that Dazai found very cute.

The brunette hated talking another language but he loved hearing others talk a different language - even through he would never admit that.

In the end, Dazai ended with something called a "Quiche Lorraine" and Ranpo had a "Cassoulet". The pair then both ordered a chocolate cake, much to Ranpo's happiness.

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"Alors, Chuuya qu'est ce que tu attends? Va lui demander d'aller aux feu d'artifices avec toi!" Doc said to hid friend, who whose now blushing bright red. ("So, Chuuya what are you waiting for? Go ask him to go to the fireworks with you!")

Chuuya had told the other waiter that the boy he saw yesterday was now sitting right in the place they worked at.

Only to then get forced to serve him and the boy that came with him.

Chuuya sighed, as he approached the two men, chocolate cakes in hand.

"Thank you!" Brown-haired boy exclaimed joyfully. Chuuya smiled back at him.

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"So, how was everything?"

"Great, thank you." replied Ranpo

Chuuya smiled before handing the bill to the man.

The pair were now leaving after paying."Wow! That was probably the best meal I've ever eaten!" Dazai told Ranpo as they were now walking down the street.

"Yeah, really good. The foods very different from Britain."

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"Seriously, Chuuy!?" You didn't ask him!" Scolded Kouyou, Chuuya only knew the woman for a few months now but he knew better than to get her mad.

Kouyou Ozaki was a woman of grace. Chuuya had once seen her drink three beers at once. But with grace. She was always graceful. Chuuya admired that about her.

"I-i didn't know what to do, okay? His friend was there and-" stuttered the shorter one.

"You better get your ass down there and ask him out right this instant, young man."

Chuuya sighed and dashed out the restaurant.

It was raining. Of course it was raining. The ginger hated rain. It made his hair look all sticky. He hated that. Finally, the waiter found the pair. Or more specifically only Brown-haired boy. Great, that made it even easier.

"H-hello, we don't know eachother but my name's Chuuya. I served you at the restaurant earlier and I-i wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the fireworks show with me at 21:00?" rambled Chuuya, trying to catch his breath.

Dazai was shocked but he quickly changed his face into a small smirk, "Sure, like a date?"

The redheads face became even redder, "Um, maybe?"

Dazai couldn't help it, he laughed. Laughed at the situation. Two boys soaking wet. One asking the other out on a maybe-date. Laughed simply because the boy in question now had ginger hair plastered all over his face. He laughed because he felt like it.

The waiter quickly joined in. He started giggling like a maniac. He didn't know why. He just did. Pedestrians were looking at him weirdly now. Probably questioning his sanity. Chuuya liked rain.

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Ranpo smiled. He saw it coming from far away. Just a they left the restaurant, the boy quickly ditched Dazai, pretending to have a phone call from Ed. The black-haired man pulled out his phone. Dazai had a date. He wanted too see Poe.

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Chapter 3 ✅

Yes!!!! I gave it my all! I really hope you like it!! Personally, i think the rain scene was the best. I also love my description of kouyou.

I'm sorry if i did the flags too OOC. I didnt read stormbringer. Tell me what you think i can improve!!

Also i was thinking of doing a side chapter of Ranpoe having a cooking date? Yes? No?

FYI: the 14 of July is a holiday bc it's when the revolutionaries overtook La Bastille. The royal prison.

Bye! Ash/Alex 🍃

@guess1mjustheren0w @salted-caramel-cookie

[awriterinthenight]

Prologue: Its Just Prison But Worse

words: 1456

summary: you get your schedule the day before your first day of freshman year

warning: none, except maybe little y/n trying to murder Yuji in the juju stroll

a/n mostly just set up for the story, please references the uniforms and outfits on the Pinterest boards cause that's what I'm using, since everyone's uniform is kinda their own, also if you think the uniform thing is strict and crazy...IT IS BRO that was my old dress code and I thought it would be funny to have characters fighting the dress code, so enjoy that, anyway ahhh im so excited for this so please enjoy

You had everything laid out in preparation for tomorrow. You weren't usually this prepared, but something in you made you need to make every single thing perfect. Your uniform was laid, alongside whatever accessories you could sneak on, you had your shoes by your door all clean and polished, and you had every item you needed in your backpack. You think. Let's hope you didn't forget anything, even though that would be impossible with how many times you checked that you had everything. Now you just had to wait till your mom returned with your schedule, and an extra school blazer just in case.

The door to your house slammed shut (front doors are so loud I swear to the heavens) and cat skitter out to the living room. You jumped off your bed, rushing down the stairs. There stood your mom taking off her raincoat, since it was downpouring outside.

"The traffic today was crazy, it took me 20 minutes just to get out of the school," your mom complained, as you spotted a paper in her hand alongside a brown bag.

You rushed down the rest of the steps shouting, "Is that it? Is that my schedule?"

"Calm down child, you'd think it would be lottery results with how you're acting," she said, handing you the envelope.

You muttered a quick thank you, before running upstairs to your room. You closed the door and sat on your bed, grabbing your phone to call your best friend since 1st grade, Yuji Itadori. The two of you meant after what is now known as The Great Sandwich Debacle, a story for a later time.

Your phone rang, waiting for Yuji to pick up. The idiot barely answered his phone, but we did answer after a few rings.

"Did you get your schedule?" you exclaimed in excitement.

"I did," Yuji said, the sound of him opening an envelope in the background, "Send a picture."

"Already doing that," you replied, reading over your classes. Your schedule didn't seem too bad

You looked at your schedules in horror, "WE HAVE ONE CLASS TOGETHER!" you shouted, making Yuji flinch.

"Calm down, it won't be that bad. We also have lunch together," he tried to reason.

"I swear, I'm suing whoever made our schedules, this is absolute blasphemy," you yelled over the phone.

Yuji was disappointed that you only had one class together, but it was better than none, "I don't think you can do that and it'll be fine. You can meet new people."

You were silent for a moment before saying, "You're legit the only friend I've had for years, and I don't want to meet new people," as you flung yourself onto your bed.

"They hey, maybe this is your chance to, anyway I have to go find my uniform now. I'll see you tomorrow," Yuji said before hanging up, leaving you alone to wallow.

You sat up and looked at your uniform which was laying on your bed. Your uniform wasn't the worst, consisting of a white button down that had the school name, Jujutsu High, on it, alongside the blazer that had the school crest. The skirt was the blue plaid one you opted for over the plain gray one, and tights underneath. There wasn't much to the uniform besides the blue tie, so you took some creative liberties and would try to get away with different patterned tights, and your personal jewelry that fit the dress code the best.

The dress code was as if it was made years ago before women even had rights. All skirts had to be no shorter 3' inches above the knee, with a school sanctioned white button up only. The only options for jackets were the blazer or some of the school's sweaters and sweater vests. The girls either had to wear long black, blue, or white socks with no lace, or black tights underneath the skirt, but it never specified if the tights had to be plain or not. Nail polish could only be black, white, neutral, or school colors, same as all hair accessories. The worst was the jewelry, girls could only wear studs that were 1/4' of an inch, or small hoops. Shoes had to be black whether they were Mary Janes, boots, or simple black flats.

The dress code was going to be the death of you, as it sucked out all individuality (a/n that dress code was my op and I made it less strict than it actually was).

So now with your dress code stricter than the people at the grocery store who won't give you 2 free samples, and your schedule that had no classes with your one friend, you came to the conclusion you were fucked. Might always get some sleep though, you thought, climbing into bed. Maybe you'll wake up and everything won't be so bad.

JUJU STROLL (1st grade)

a/n gege i think accidentally gave Yuji blond hair a couple times so that's why Yuji is blond in this and dyes his hair hehe

You had just returned from your classes trip to the library, your new book in your hand. When you sat down at your desk you put the book neatly in your backpack to read later. It was time for lunch after your library visit, so you went to grab your lunchbox from where you put it in your cubby.

There was a weird kid with blonde hair in front of your cubby zipping up your lunch box. Curious as to what he was doing to your precious lunch you stomped over to him.

"Who are you and why are you messing with my lunch?" you asked boldly, your arms crossed.

The boy looked like a deer in headlights, but managed to speak, "I-I wasn't doing anything," he obviously lied.

You leaned closer, eyes narrowing at the boy, "Then why were you zipping MY lunchbox?" you questioned.

"I wasn't," he defended, looking scared from being caught.

Not believing him you said, "Fine, then let me check for myself." You opened the lunchbox, analyzing the contents. Everything seemed normal so far. The apples were intact, so were the animal crackers (what kid wouldn't take the animal crackers), and so was your juice box. It took a minute but you finally noticed it, pulling out the bag.

"I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich," you stated, holding out the bag, "This isn't peanut butter and jelly. Where's my sandwich?" you demanded.

"Uhh I don't know what you're talking about," the boy said, his voice very low, his hands messing with something in his hoodie pockets.

You took a closer look and could see a familiar outline in his hoodie pocket, "YOU STOLE MY SANDWICH," you shouted, loud enough that everyone heard, including the teacher.

"No I didn't," Yuji argued back.

"Yes you did."

"Nuh uh."

"Yuh uh."

"Nuh uh."

"Yuh uh."

"Nuh uh."

"Give me back my sandwich," you demanded, reaching to grab it, but he took a step back. You were annoyed and now full on attacking the boy. You chased him all over the classroom before the teacher intervened.

"Yuji Itadori and Y/N L/N, what are you doing?" she asked sternly, stopping both of you.

Before Yuji could even think of words you spoke first, "Yuji took my sandwich and won't give it back," you accused.

"Is that true Yuji?" your teacher asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

Yuji looked down at the ground, slowly nodding his head, as he took the sandwich out of his pocket, "I did, I'm sorry."

"Give the sandwich back, and we don't steal other people's food, understand?" she lectured him, scaring you also.

"Yes," he mumbled shyly, "I understand," he handed you your sandwich back. The teacher, satisfied, left you two alone to go deal with some sort of work.

"Why did you take my sandwich?" you asked, curious to why someone would steal a sandwich, and trade it for another one.

Yuji looked down at the ground, kicking his foot before speaking, "I don't like ham and cheese, my brother does," he muttered quietly. While only being in 1st grade you could still understand what he meant, and why he switched the sandwiches.

"Well, I don't mind ham and cheese," you said, offering him the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a gesture that would live on forever.

a/n ik there's like 3 author's note but I wrote this on like 5 separate days because life sucks which is why its going to take me a hot minute to get these all posted because I hate life and can't write when live is trying to drown me so ya anyway hope you enjoyed

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