#wrote this while listening to chappell roan >:)

[ghostmaggie]

okay but. santos inadvertently picking abby up on the rebound. no one ever told her langdon's wife's name because why would they and he's been gone for months when she hits it off with this woman at a bar. and they're vibing and they go back to the woman's place to hook up and suddenly santos stumbles across a picture of FRANK LANGDON AND HIS CHILDREN

and abby is like oh sorry i know it looks bad but we're separated i promise but santos is just like I Have To Leave Right Now Immediately

[fishhateme]

So... LinkedIn au part two, anyone?

this morning @adimouze got an actual linkedin notification while reading part one and a sign is a sign, so here goes part two of the linkedin au (btw if you think there's suspiciously not enough linkedin in here it's because i genuinely hate that capitalist hellhole with all my heart <3)

“Don’t worry, mate. People on LindkedIn are a bunch of cunts, anyway”

Max would have gasped, if he’d had less dignity, as he watched the man - Daniel, Daniel, Danyul in the flesh, the little icon from his LinkedIn feed, now sitting in the shitty bar, in front of him - swirl his $12 glass of rosé and sip it, scrunching up his nose the same way Sassy did when Max didn’t get her those little overpriced packets of turkey flavored wet food.

“Uh- I would say of course not everyone on LinkedIn is a cunt, maybe” Max said, completely and utterly dumbfounded, half because he was more than a little buzzed and half because he’d spent so much time thinking about finding Daniel that he hadn’t actually thought out what he’d do then (didn’t think he’d get this far, really). He could almost picture Lando laughing maniacally at the blush that was spreading all the way from his chest (thankfully hidden by his plain, black tee) to the very top of his ears, and he thanked whatever God was out there (Sir Isaac Newton, can you hear me?) that the younger engineer was too busy trying to pick up some Spanish car designer on the other side of the convention.

Max could blame the blush on the g&t’s, and not on the fact that his little virtual networking crush (what had his life come to) had the most dazzling smile he’d ever seen, staring him straight in the eyes.

“I would say that they are, then, if you don’t have the balls to” Daniel, who still hadn’t introduced himself, responded with a cheeky smirk, “They’re all stuck up pricks. They act like they only care about furthering physics and science and the greater good when all they want is their name on a plaque somewhere and a couple of sports cars so they can wank off to the airflow of the diffusers or some shit”

Max thought that was such a ridiculous notion, that respected aerodynamics engineers would spend their entire careers longing for a luxury car (and- okay, yeah, his desktop was an Aston Martin Valkyrie, but that was different, he knew that was just as out of his league as the guy standing in front of him right now). Furthermore, a pesky voice in the back of his head that sounded an awful lot like Jos was telling him that this guy was an ingrate, a disrespectful, unprofessional man who’d get nowhere, but Max bit his tongue and then washed it away with a gulp of his g&t, letting Daniel speak because he clearly wanted to rant.

“I’m serious, mate, all these people ever come to do to conventions like this is flaunt their achievements. Like-” he adjusted his stance, wiggling his body so he could move the shitty bar stool without actually getting up, suddenly getting very, very much in Max’s personal space, his thick, meaty thigh (who wore shorts to a networking event? This guy was crazy) almost brushing against Max’s knee as he leaned over to whisper and point, “See him? That’s Zak Brown, he owns McLaren Aerodynamics.”

Shit, wasn’t that Lando’s boss? Now Max felt ever so slightly guilty for nodding along to the Brit’s rants about his work, without actually ever hearing anything. “If you talk to him, he’ll invite you to a game of golf, and if you say yes he’ll take you there in a Lambo and offer you a round of Chandon or some shit, his treat. You know how he gets all that money? Because people love to spend it, shit, I love it too, but don’t you ever stop to think about where it comes from?”

Daniel leaned in even closer, his hot breath against the scorching heat of Max’s helplessly flushed ear, his words ever so slightly slurred like maybe it hadn’t been his first rosé. Maybe he’d started off with something stronger in his car (was pregaming work conventions... a thing?), and now he was trying to look semi-dignified and failing.

“He gets it from defense contracts”

Max blinked owlishly at that, like maybe he’d heard it wrong. Surely he didn't mean to say what it sounded like he was, at the very least, implying. “Uh- what? I thought they made, like…” he tried to concentrate, genuinely wrack his brain to remember what Lando had mentioned “Uh, trains? High speed trains, don’t they- isn’t that what they make?”

Daniel laughed at that, a honky, unabashed laugh, throwing his head back and showing off those pearly whites as his curl bounced. “That’s what they’ll tell you on their website, mate. That they care about the environment and are working with the UK government to make-” hic, “Make uhh, a- a greener future or some shit. And- yes, they’ve got contracts with the UK government, plenty of ‘em, but most of them are defense”

At Max’s shocked expression, at his gaping mouth, Daniel sighed and rubbed his face with his hands, and yeah, he was definitely more drunk than Max, somehow.

“Missiles! They make missiles, Maxy”

Max didn’t think Lando was capable of even designing a missile for a fruit fly, much less for… actual humans. Fish, maybe. But humans seemed odd. “How are you so sure?”

Daniel seemed to deflate at that, like everyone had said the same thing. He pulled back, elbows on the bar and head hung low between his sagged shoulders, and Max found himself missing the warmth of his tattooed thigh against his knee, even though he still felt feverish from the alcohol and the flusteredness of it all.

The Aussie hiccuped again, blinking a couple of times. “Worked there” he said, and he sounded almost beaten down as he added, “Then I quit. Eeeh, not true, actually, got fired. Publicly it was a mutual agreement. Doesn’t matter” he stopped to down what was left of his rosé, grimacing although it must have been quite a pleasant, sweet taste, not at all a man’s drink, like Jos would say. “Now I make about a tenth of what I did and I teach the next generation of missile designers how to maximize… missileness”

Max hummed, quietly. He didn’t quite know what to say at that - he made a mental note to ask Lando about some things on the drive back, sure, but other than that. He got a sense that maybe the funny LinkedIn man had turned into a sad, hot, somehow still funny LinkedIn man.

Maybe he just needed a friend. Someone to listen.

Max grimaced at that last thought, scrunching up his face and staring down at his g&t with hatred, like his favorite drink had been tainted with feelings, and they were rapidly making his way into his bloodstream.

What was he even thinking?! Sure, the guy was funny and clearly had had some success at some point of his career and he was kind of possibly the hottest man Max had ever seen but he was also clearly a loser. Besides, they were strangers! They hadn’t even introduced themselves to each other! Daniel didn’t even know Max’s-

Wait.

“How do you know my name?”

Daniel’s eyes, previously fixed on a poster of a cowboy that advertised some sort of insurance Max couldn't care less about, widened almost comically. He stared at him for a beat too long before chuckling awkwardly. “Uuuuh, what?”

“You called me Maxy. You said, they make missiles, Maxy” Max said, finally feeling the expected effect of his g&t’s, that was, some fucking courage. “How do you know my name is Max”

A second passed.

Then another.

Then a third, and by the fourth Max had just now noticed the convention was blasting some shitty, outdated jazz music, which worked more as a sleep inducer than a mood setter.

By the fifth, Max was thinking maybe Daniel wouldn’t answer, so he doubled down and looked eyes with him, but Daniel immediately looked away, flustered and biting down on his plush, pink lip, frowning as if deep in thought. “Uuuuh” he stammered, rubbing his face with the heels of his palms again, chuckling awkwardly, “Would it be too lame to say I follow you on LinkedIn?”

part 3

[therethatstar]

phumpeem college au

phumpeem college au where they meet at some house party and basically fall in love at first sight. or something like that.

honestly i don't know what this is. it's been sitting with me too long. it's essentially too many fucking words of just one fucking scene. it might also be the longest make out scene ever...but also not really making out. just so much fucking touching. and so so so much feelings. and yeah. making out. that too.

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The hallway is loud. 

The music pounds. Crawling up the wall, making it shake. Up to where Peem’s spine is pressed to it. Peem can feel it, the way he shakes too. 

He can’t remember how it all happened. 

Just that the hallway is as dark as it is loud. 

Just that Phum is standing in front of him, leaning in as he speaks to Peem with that smile, a hand props up next to Peem’s head on the wall, the other curls over the jut of Peem’s hip, hot palm pressing into the bone, thumb teasing under his shirt at his skin. Like he always knows. How to touch Peem. Where to put his hands. How to make Peem shake. 

Just that the dim hallway light is falling over the slope of Phum’s neck, making his tanned skin look slightly tanner. Like Phum has been out in the sun instead of a nasty drunk college party. 

Just that it wasn’t the music making Peem shake. Just that it was Phum, thumb landing exactly over Peem’s sensitive spot, that tiny inch of skin. The one on his hip that always makes Peem shiver. His hips arch. Usually Peem has to shove boys’ hands in the right direction so they’ll touch him. There. And yet, Phum has found it. 

And maybe it was just Phum’s touch tripping in the low light. 

And maybe it’s just something some guys are good at. Knowing how to touch someone. Guys like Phum. 

And maybe it’s just Phum. 

So it was just. 

Just that Phum is touching Peem. 

Just that Peem wants to know if Phum’s skin feels as warm as it looks. 

Just that Peem gets kind of mouthy when he gets touched like this. By certain kinds of boys. By guys like this one. By this one. 

Phum’s throat vibrates as he speaks, Peem feels it against his lips. Against his mouth from where he’s got it pressed right over Phum’s skin, under that strong jaw. The one Peem wants to draw. Slightly tacky with party sweat, Peem kisses the hinge of his jaw, sucks lightly, digs his teeth in a little. 

Then he does it alot when Phum makes a noise, a groan unsticking from his chest, both his hands shoving up Peem’s shirt, finger hot and insistent grabbing at Peem’s waist. Impatient hands. Peem’s mouth drops open on a moan, all breathy, sighing against Phum’s neck. 

Phum clenches his grip, digging into the curve under Peem’s ribs. The heat bursts in Peem’s belly. His hips instinctively kicks against Phum’s and he wants to be embarrassed at how kind of desperate he already feels, already is, his cheeks are blooming with it, but Phum’s hands are big and so hot on Peem. And Peem should be embarrassed, he should be, but he isn’t. 

Because Phum is stroking his thumbs over the cut of Peem’s stomach, fingers speaking over the small of his back. Because Phum is pulling him closer. Because Phum has his face pressed to Peem’s hair, lips skimming his temple, the shell of his ear like he wants to kiss too but he’s letting Peem have this, have him. Because their hips are touching. Because they are touching everywhere. 

Because Phum is shaking too. 

Phum drags his pinkies just above the dimples in Peem’s lower back, lingering there. It makes Peem jolt, scraping his teeth over the jut of Phum’s collarbone, skin feels hot and so incredibly soft under his lips. Phum jerks, yanking Peem’s hips against his, pushes Peem farther into the wall, hot breath fanning over Peem’s ear, and fuck, Peem wants to dig his nails into those toned shoulders, hook his knees over them, press his heels into the muscle, feel the breadth of them shaking between Peem’s trembling thighs. 

“Fuck,” Phum breathes under his breath, dropping a wet kiss to the shell of Peem’s ear. “You’re so hot. How are you so hot? Are all art guys this hot?”

Peem laughs at that. He feels melty and drunk silly. Buzzing. Syrupy. Sticky with it. His face heats up. He detaches from Phum’s shoulder, his mouth, kisses it one last time. He slides his hands up Phum’s chest, up and over, pressing his fingers into his upper back, feeling the way Phum twitches under his grip. He keeps his hands where they are. 

Phum leans in and brushes his lips over Peem’s pulse point, gives him a sucking kiss when it gets him a reaction, one of the Peem’s hands climbing up to his hair as he arches his neck, lets Phum kiss him there. Letting him have him now. 

Phum rubs his palms along Peem’s waist, pressing his hot palms to his side, something casually primal in his touch, something that sends a thrill up Peem’s navel, less casual, just as primal, and he tilts Peem’s hips further, just because he can, running his tongues along Peem’s collarbone, smiles against it when Peem gasps hotly, and fuck, the stupid blush isn’t going anywhere. 

“You don’t hook up with art guys often?”

Phum pulls back, just his mouth. It’s dark but Peem can see it. The hint of red in his face. Swaths around his jaw especially. It’s more than the heat. The flush of arousal. It’s kind of unfair. That a guy who looks like Phum, with hands like his, can look this cute too. 

It’s giving Peem a whiplash. Makes him want to do more than just get on his knees for Phum. More than begging Phum to put him where he wants him. In some stranger’s bathroom. In their bed. In his bed. Phum’s. He makes Peem want other things he can do with his hands. All of them. 

Phum gives a muted shrug when he says, “maybe I have. But I can’t remember the last time my brain was melting this much for a guy.”

Peem smiles as he curls his index in Phum’s hair, brushes his fingers through the shorter strands at his nape. 

“How old are you?”

“20. You?”

“18.”

“Oh.”

Eyes wide, Peem is quick to say, “I turn 19 soon. Like really soon. I’m basically nineteen already,” he finishes, his grips on Phum frozen, the impulse to hold on a little desperately represses. 

Phum smiles, taking one of his hands off his waist to push some of Peem’s hair off his forehead, fingers careful. It’s a small gesture. A little too casual. Familiar. Maybe not the kind of thing some guy he’s tipsy almost making out with should do to him. Peem doesn’t move. Wants to shake his bangs out so Phum will do it again. 

“When is your birthday?”

“December.”

“That’s cute.”

Peem’s brows furrow at that, “why?”

“Don’t know,” Phum answers before adding, “it’s just that, you’re a winter baby and I’m a spring baby. So like, your parents basically made you on my birthday. Or around that time. That’s kind of funny. It’s cute. Or maybe it’s just you. You’re really cute.”

Peem’s heart kicks. Everything else around them feels so slow. The music. The lights. The party goers. The other couples making out. The other couples of other people making out. Almost making out. 

He presses his shoulders into the wall, cocking a brow when he asks, “you’re thinking about my parents having sex while you’re making out with me?”

Phum laughs out loud at that. Laugh that feels deep in his belly and it makes Peem’s very own belly react too, buzzing pleasantly. A little hot. The soft light hits Phum’s jaw just right, the amusement in his eyes, the strain of his throat as he laughs. 

Phum lets his laughter ring out, shaking his head, “no. just about you. How cute you are. Even when you’re being a smart ass.”

“Not really trying to be a smartass,” Peem says, even though he was. 

Phum laughs again, “oh but you are. Good at it too. You look like you could easily put me in my place, like you could make me feel sorry about it too.” He touches Peem’s face again, lingering at his jaw, “the funny thing though?”

Peem is sure of it. His heart is about to race right out of his chest. Break out from between his ribs. Slam itself smack into the obstacle in front of it. Into Phum’s very own heart. Phum. 

He knows Phum might not be expecting an answer, yet his mouth drops open, he sounds breathless, stupidly so, “what?”

Phum smiles and Peem craves for that smile. Wants it on his chest. On the sensitive spot on his belly. The jelly leg inducing, hip kicking, tingly feeling, even more sensitive one on his hip. On his cock. Between his thighs, on his back. The one place on his nape that Phum hasn’t found yet. On his ass. Peem wants it, that smiles, wants it to pull him apart and then piece him back together. 

Phum thumbs his cheek. Too slow. Too fast. Too something. “The funny thing is I’d let you. Kind of want you to–” and Phum pauses, his eyes falling somewhere below Peem’s eyes. 

Adn Peem thinks, kiss me. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. He wants Phum to kiss him, put his beautiful nasty mouth over Peem’s filthy pretty one. Because he knows that Phum thinks his mouth is pretty, had mentioned it earlier. And Peem knows his mouth can get filthy, gets mouthy. Especially when he gets under the hands like the ones on him right now. And Peem wants that mouth, wants it all over but especially there. On his own. 

His fingers have gone slack in Phum’s hair. The other hand dangling over his shoulder. It hits him then. That he doesn’t have to wait for Phum to kiss him. That he usually doesn’t wait. For other boys to kiss him. 

He doesn’t have to wait except he looks at Phum’s face and he realizes that it has gone blank. Peem’s heart thumps at the sight. At the fact that he can’t tell what Phum is thinking when he looks like this. 

Peem blanches, “what? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Phum says. His voice sounds thicker now. Like honey syrup. Like it’s running through his nerves, and it makes his spines shiver. “It’s just—I just realized something.”

“Realized?”

“That there is one thing I haven’t done with you. That there’s one thing I could be doing with you. Earlier. Right now. The rest of the night.”

Peem chews on his lower lip, tries to keep the shake out of his voice when he asks, “what is it?”

Phum grins at Peem’s badly veiled impatience. He cups Peem’s jaw fully now, palm wide and warm, his thumb long enough to stroke his chin. Under his lips. Phum moves closer. Their chests are brushing again, the fabric of their shirts rustling. Phum blocks out the light, shaded and dark, and maybe this is an illusion because Phum is just slightly taller than him but yet, he looks like something Peem can’t contain. On tracing paper. Between his arms. Inside his body. 

In the midst of the silence, Phum looks down at Peem’s mouth. At his eyes as his thumb presses down on Peem’s lower lip, making the color of it turn pink. Quietly, he says, “kissing you.”

Peem inhales. Sharps. Too fast. Everything is too fast. His mouth feels something stronger than the buzzing. Like his skin is singing, thrumming, something like an electric shock. He thinks about licking his lips, licking over the thumb that presses there. Instead he swallows, “you sort of have.”

“No,” Phum insists, shaking his head, laughing a little, “I mean. I haven’t kissed you. Like kissing you. Actually kissing you.”

Phum tilts Peem’s head back slightly, swiping his thumb over Peem’s lower lips. The heat stirs in the lower pit of Peem’s belly, in his half hard cock pressed up against his zipper. He thinks his boxers might be a little wet, although it might be the body heat of the overcrowded townhome. Party sweat. He meets Phum’s eyes, feeling his touch on him and he knows it isn’t just the body heat of strangers around them. Or the music that is punching his gut. Making him melt. It’s Phum. 

Peem gives in to the heat, parts his lips, mouth open, breath hot and sticky on Phum’s skin. He watches Phum drag his thumb down, get wet on Peem’s inner lips,  coaxing his mouth wider. He watches Phum staring at him, his eyes glazed as he catches Phum’s thumb with his teeth, pressing his tongue to it, curls around it and sucks. Peem lets out a low moan, feeling the kick of heat in his cock and he wants Phum’s mouth all over him. He wants his mouth all over Phum. 

Phum’s reaction is tenfold. 

His eyes go hazier, look downright drunk before they go wide. And they look big enough like they could bust out of his skull.

Then Phum says, “oh, for fuck’s sake–” pulling his hand away, and putting his mouth, his beautiful nasty mouth, right against Peem’s, the whole pretty filthy thing of it. 

Peem’s breath goes out. 

And he’s fucking melting right into it. Lungs. Belly. Lets. His knees liquify. Mouth and hands altogether. 

Then he fucking clings. Getting both of his hands in Phum’s hair, yanking him closer, getting Phum to hold him against the wall, to get him to take. Peem’s mouth. The space between his legs. All of it. Whatever Phum wants. All of it. 

And Phum takes it. Wraps an arm around Peem’s waist, forearm cradling his lower back, hand pressing to his hips. He sighs into the kiss, melds his soft lips to Peem’s as he crowds him in close, slides one of his legs between Peem’s thighs like it owns a place there. Like it’s already his. The muscle in Peem’s legs quake, his thighs clench around Phum’s leg, hips sort of rutting down before he can even help it. 

He feels like liquid. 

And he feels even worse when Phum readjusts his stance, their hips pressing differently, and Peem feels his cock against his own, the hot length of it through Phum’s jeans. And Phum is kissing him differently too, these sweet, wet, tiny little things all over Peem’s mouth. Too soft. Too slow for the way he’s gripping Peem’s waist under his shirt, pulling him further along his thigh, edging Peem to move the way he wants to, hips twitching with it. His cock kicks against the hardness of Phum’s thigh, against his cock. Peem’s hips stutter. Feels his boxers get wetter.

A whine climbs up his throat, embarrassment clawing at his gut, shamelessness soothing in his chest because Phum kisses that too, Peem’s whining mouth, how desperate he is, his lips curling, and fuck, Peem wants that too, to taste Phum’s desperation at the tip of his tongue. 

He fists his hands in Phum’s hair and kisses him harder, mouth gasping little breaths every time Phum moves him, licking his tongue into Peem’s mouth, letting him suck on it, yanking Phum’s hair harder. And Phum lets him, kissing him even deeper, softer, hands guilding Peem through it. 

Peem digs his heels into the floor, tries to lock up his knees like he’s trying to not lose it. His balance. His mind. Phum’s mouth. The simmering hot buzzing pleasure of it. He keeps a hand in Phum’s hair, bringing the other shakily to Phum’s belt, knuckles hitting the metal clasp. 

He hears the way Phum chokes on a breath, hands tighten on his waist. Peem’s hand goes to pull away, because they’re at a drunk college party but it’s still someone’s hallway. Yet, Peem moves one hand to hook an elbow around Phum’s neck, keeps his mouth where it is by the back of his head, and slips his hand up Phum’s shirt, pressing his palms to his hot skin. Sliding his fingers up Phum’s toned stomach, his firm chest, his wide shoulder. And Phum feels different in every inch of skin under Peem’s touch. Phum is warm everywhere. 

And Phum is laughing, his shoulders are at ease. Peem isn’t sure why he’s laughing but he’s laughing against Peem’s mouth and it feels better than Peem imagined, full and rich and light. Achy in a good way. He makes Peem chest ache with it. Feeling his laughs, his chest, against his. And Peem isn’t sure why Phum is laughing, maybe something is funny. Maybe nothing is funny. But Peem smiles back regardless, he smiles wider until they’re barely kissing, just pressing their lips together, too much teeth, too much something. It’s almost easy to ignore the throbbing in his jeans. The melty thing in his hips. His lower back. But the melty thing is on his face too. He can feel it. In his smile. In his eyes. 

Their lips come apart. The sound is sticky to Peem’s ears. Too loud. 

Phum’s hands slide down to Peem’s hips, hands leave a trail of hot, buzzing things. He holds Peem’s waists for a moment then lets go after another, taking the time to tuck one side of the tail of Peem’s shirt back into his jeans. The way it was before his hands took over his hips, his waist, his body. Like he wasn’t ever there. Like it’s not already his. 

Peem sucks in a breath. Thoughts racing. Thoughts too fast. 

He unhooks his own hands from Phum’s neck. 

“Will you go somewhere with me?”

Everywhere. Peem thinks. Everywhere. It doesn’t scare him. That he thinks he could go to any place with Phum. Doesn’t scare him to feel this way, the way he always thought it might. 

“Yes.”

And Phum smiles and he makes it so easy. To realize that he isn’t that big. That wide. That Phum is within his touch, that Phum is someone he is able to contain. Even if he has to string all of his canvases together to get down every precise beautiful angle of him. Even if he has to stretch his arms wide until they hurt. Even if he has to spread his legs until his thighs go shivery, achy. 

And the electric thing is in his eyes. 

In Phum’s hands when he grabs one of Peem’s and pulls him from the wall, leads him through the hallway, away from the far end of the house. 

And it’s on Peem’s mouth. Inside of it. 

He’s pretty sure it’s on Phum’s too, inside of him, too. 

[doodle-bug-nightmares]

HEY WAIT!!!! THIS POST IS INACURATE! i was going to delete it because Clyde is a very new character in my mind and his lore is very unfinished (and i definitely made this too soon) but i don't really want to, so i'm going to keep this up but just know that most of this isn't acurate!!

Finally making a lore post (is that what I'm doing here? idk anymore) for Clyde (he's a redcoat):3

His name is Clyde Barrach but he took his mother's maiden name when he joined the war (which is Masako) He's Scottish and Japanese (half and half, his mother was Japanese, father was Scottish) He was 15 when he joined the war (in 1777) and died in 1803 at 41 (his birthday is December 18th 1762) His appearance! He has dark brown shoulder length hair, Green eyes, A concave button nose, Thin lips, Vitiligo, Almond-shaped eyes, a mole on the right side of his jawline, and he's around 5'4 little random facts! He's left-handed but used his right hand for years in hopes it would make him ambidextrous. he's bisexual but he's in LAYERS of denial. Carries his mother's book with him everywhere and reads her journal when he goes to sleep. LORE AND TRAUMA TIME!!!!!! His father (Gilbert Barrach) was a journalist and his mother (Haru Masako) was a Baker and part-time writer. Gilbert "saved" Haru from starvation and convinced her to marry him. Clyde was an only child, being primarily raised by his mother. His father being too busy with his work. In 1772 when Clyde was 10, His mother was pushed off a wagon at a parade and suffered a major head injury, rendering her almost completely lifeless, devoid of personality aside from writing, she would only speak verbally every few hours but could communicate quite well through written speech. she dedicated herself to her book and journal, only ever pushing herself to speak for her son. A few months before his 15th birthday when Clyde and His father were at the market buying firewood and flour they heard a commotion coming from the direction of the bakery, when they saw the bakery it was in flames. Clyde wanted to save his mother but his father physically held him back, he eventually freed himself and rushed into the fire, his mother died before he could reach her, in the fire he was burned on his left arm and thigh. After spending a week in the hospital Clyde and his father went to stay with his mother's sister, his father surprisingly handling Haru's death pretty well. Clyde suspecting that his father never even loved his mother runs away to join the war.

good GOD I'm finally done! and now for tags :3

@paradox-complex @lil-gae-disaster @imobsessedwiththeatre @rae-unbeloved

[gawddayum]

Drarry prompt? (Goblet of Fire - yule ball)

Pansy didn't feel like dancing after she saw how gorgerous Hermione was compared to her, so she and Malfoy sat at a balcony, watching all the others having the time of their lifes (including potter.)

Malfoy wanted to dance, just to show off, but couldn't because of Pansy's frustration towards hermione, therefore, he stared at her, waiting for her to get up, but she just wouldn't.

He, then proceeds to ask her: "Are we gonna dance or what?", meanwhile Pansy just looks straight to his eyes and answers in the most sorrowful tone ever: "No, Malfoy."

Malfoy sights, and then stares at the ground for a couple of seconds.

Pansy: "Do you think Granger is hot?"

Malfoy: "Ew, no"

Pansy: "Because I think she is."

Malfoy: "😧"

Malfoy: "How could you ever say that, she's a MUDBLOOD. For the sake of Merlin, what has gotten into you?"

Pansy: "Don't repreend me as if I'm any worst than you."

Malfoy: "😧"

Malfoy: "At least Potter isn't a nerd like her, and even so, I hate him."

Pansy: "Wait, what?"

Malfoy: "You heard me."

Pansy: "I wasn't talking about him... Wait, why did you think I was referring to him?"

Malfoy: "...Uhm..."

Suddenly, Theo walks towards them with two drinks in his hands and greets them.

Theo: "Hey, guys, how y'all doing?"

Pansy still looked at Malfoy waiting for a response and ignored Theo completely.

Malfoy brushes it off by greeting Theo.

Malfoy: "Hey, uhm, we, we are good."

Pansy noticed that and decided to ask Theo.

Pansy: "Who do you think is hotter, Theo: Harry Potter or Hermione Granger?"

Theo: "Why 🤨?"

Pansy: "Malfoy said Potter was hotter than Granger because he wasn't a nerd."

Malfoy: "NO HE ISN'T."

Pansy: "Oh, so you agree: Hermione is hot?"

Malfoy: "...No."

Theo: "Sorry, but why is that even up for debate? I mean, they are both griffindors so even if y'all found them hot, they are like... Still our rivals... Right?"

Both stared at Theo in complete silence.

Theo: "Well, I mean, if there has to be someone that wins this competition, I think it has to be Granger becau-"

Malfoy: "WHAT"

Pansy: ...

Theo: ...

Theo and Pansy looked at Malfoy with shocked faces, they never saw him get so angry at a discussion before.

Malfoy: "Uhm... I-I mean: what?

Theo: "Are you okay?"

First time ever Theo was genuely concerned about someone, he generally is pretty sarcastic and cinical about others.

Pansy: "Yeah, MALFOY, are you okay?", Pansy says that with a delightful expression, since she won the discussion.

Malfoy: "Of course I am!"

Theo: "You definetly don't look okay."

*Potter passes by*

*Malfoy stares at him*

*Theo clicks his fingers at him*

Malfoy: "Oh hey."

Theo: "Okay, this isn't normal."

Even Pansy looks worried now.

Pansy: "Uhm, guys, what about we walk around the ball?"

Theo: "Yeah... Sounds good."

Malfoy: "...Okay."

Theo: "Let's just forget we called potter and granger hot."

Pansy: "Yeah... And let's go talk to Krum and Granger, just because she's a mudblood doesn't mean the guy who's dating her is also, right?

Theo: "Pansy you are definetly not okay too, but honestly, I would change the laws of nature just to get Krum pregnant, so yeah, let's go."

Pansy: "Wait, where's Malfoy?"

Theo: "Oh no."

Here's the other part, when Pansy and Theo go talk to Viktor Krum and Hermione.

[myyluverr]

PICTURE YOU — Mydei x reader

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ wc ✦ 4,514 words

You’re the only one initiating sex between you and Mydei. And it has gotten to a point where you question if he’s actually into you physically!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ warnings ✦ Female pronouns ; vaginal sēx ; aphrodisiac ; dacryphillia ; overstimulation ; soft dom Mydei ; pőrn with plot ; smut ; creampie ; con sēx ; miscommunication ; Both are bad communicators lowk lol ; shy Mydei ; soft dom to full dom Mydei ; no foreplay ; cüm eating ; püssy eating ; rough mydei in the end ; nasty sèx

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ note ✦ I didn’t proof read so some of the grammar (spellings) r wrong asf………. I also wrote this directly here on tumblr so I’m sorry if I had some writting errors. Oh nd this is inspired by Chappell Roan’s song! (Picture you) its the title lol listen to it plsplspls I also used this as a refrence lol

It’s been three months. THREE months since the last time you got intimate with Mydei. I mean— you couldn’t blame him. He had a lot of duties as a Chrysos Heir, him being sent to protect Okhema left and right from the black tide making him immersed with tasks Lady Aglaea would give.

But he isn’t always on the battlefield, most of the time he’s just strolling around Okhema along with Phainon and you, playing with the children or answering Verax Leo’s questions that leaves Mydei scratching his head. It has become a hobby of his now.

Other times he’d be competing with Phainon: Who could stay in the hot baths the longest, which one of them could kill the most titankin— and many more.

It’s been a year now ever since you both officially started going out. Mydei isn’t that vocal with his needs and wants— in fact he’s very shy around you. He always makes excuses everytime you both cuddle when you notice he has a hard on. Or just anytime you’d noticed he’s bricked up. You just shrugged it off the first few times because you thought he’s just shy, I mean it’s just the first few months of your relationship. So you paid no mind to it.

He never asks you to help, and always rejects your offer to help him. He’s just so confusing it makes you feel frustrated. But the thing is he never turns you down when you ask for it. It makes you feel guilty, with it being only one sided.

You were both cuddling on the bed, it was an intimate moment. Your head was resting on his chest, arm placed on his stomach. His hold was locked on you, Mydei’s arm hugged you tightly, his hand on your hair caressing it gently. While his other arm is placed behind his head making it a pillow for him.

It was a sweet moment, one that you both always share when you’re alone in the comfort of your own home. But then Mydei was caught off guard— your leg was suddenly placed across his thighs, innocent, right?

What you didn’t notice was the fact that you accidentally brushed it past his dick. It was just a small nudge, really. But it got him all tensed and bricked up, he was particularly sensitive that day…

You felt him twitch slightly with the contact, you looked at him and then at your thigh, then back at him. Then you saw it, he was hard. It was practically raising a tent inside his pajamas, raging to break free from the restraint of the fabric it was hidden in.

“De, you’re hard… do you need help…?” You ask softly as you looked up at him. It was Curtain-fall hour, most people are asleep right now… and probably wouldn’t hear you both if you were to have sex. Mydei glanced at you, head laying on his chest. He had that panicked flushed look in his eyes as he looks at you.

You can already tell he’s bricked up and ready for any contact that you’re willing to give him. His face slightly flushed, as he bit the inner corner of his cheek, letting out a small groan.

“No, it’s fine. I just… n-need to pee that’s all.” He said clearing his troat as he quickly sits up— excusing himself, leaving you on the bed to go to the bathroom. You didn’t dare follow him because you already know that he won’t let you help him. It was useless, so you just layed there in the bed waiting for him to return as you stare in the ceiling. I didn’t know peeing takes about 5 minutes. You thought to yourself.

Honestly, everytime you both had sex it was only you who initiates it. And now it’s gotten to a point where you question if he’s even into you physically.

Maybe you crave him more than he desires you?

Nonetheless, you felt awful for these thoughts. You knew he loves you a lot and would go through harsh lengths just to see you happy. However… it just makes you overthink, adding more and more tension in your head. What if I’m not physically attractive to him?

The last time you both had sex made you overthinking and overanalyze everything. Nothing haunted you more than the fact that he’s getting uncomfortable when you ask him if he needs help. And another fear of yours is that he’s just agreeing to do it with you out of obligation— and he’s not really enjoying it…

So that’s when you stopped asking, and now it’s been three months since you both last did it. You don’t know if you should be proud or not. The thing is— you’ve been craving him more the past month, and it hasn’t been easy just using your fingers.

To your surprise, he was gone for a month. Why? Because Lady Aglaea sent him out with Phainon to an expedition to Find Cipher. The Demi-God of trickery. Apparently, Aglaea wanted to speak to her but found no traces of her in Okhema.

A whole moon has passed, and now he’s back. Mydei brought some treats with him, along with your favorites. Seeing him after a month made your heart happy. He’s finally home.

“De! You’re back.” You said happily walking to him, arms opened as you two hugged. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he cages his big arms around your waist. Tightening it securely.

“I’ve brought back some of your favorites.”

“That’s nice, we could eat it later. Wash up first?” Mydei nodded as he lets go of you, then you take the things he has brought back, putting it on the kitchen counter arranging it in order.

Later that night, as you take a warm shower. Thoughts ran through your head while you scrub your body with the fragrant soap he brought back home for you. The smell of fresh cardamom and roses filled the stuffy air as you happily scrub your body with it.

Even after being away from me for a month he really still hasn’t initiated anything. Maybe he just has low libido tonight, right…? Or maybe he’s just tired, yeah… peobably tired from the trip.

Or so you thought. Your eyes wandered on the tiled wall and saw a thick white liquid clutching on the wall for dear life— Is that…? Your eyes squinted, drawing your face closer. At first you thought it was just the liquid body soap he always use, but the more you thought about it. How could the soap last that long?

And then it dawned on you. Really? You scowled feeling rejected once again. Does he really find you unappealing to avoid doing anything with you?

Your heart fell to your stomach, overthinking everything about your current predicament. Maybe he met another woman there whose body is better than me? Am I too fat? Or did he find me way less attractive when he saw me after a month? Is my body turning him off that much?… You’ve never expected that you’ll get to a point like this.

“Mhm… why are you sleeping so far away?…”

It was taking a toll on your mind, making you unable to sleep. You initially thought about communicating your feelings to him so it could just all end— but it scared you. He’s a really nice person under that cold persona, knowing him— he’s a really understandable person deep down. He’s just really scared too, he’s scared to hurt you. That’s why he’s very gentle with you in every single way.

Mydei is a big empath, he’d feel guilty if he made you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. Mydei pulls you closer to him grabbing you by your waist, burying his head on your neck. His breath fanning the back of your neck, as his lips are pressed there too.

But you also thought, if you told him. Wouldn’t he think that you’re so weird for this? Making a small trivial matter such a big issue. Maybe he was just… uncomfortable? Yeah… probably. You didn’t want to pressure him into doing things out of guilt. You’re aware of how much love and devotion he has for you. This is his first life after all, he makes mistakes too…

After a few minutes you got up from your shared bed and went into the kitchen. You couldn’t sleep, as it weighs heavily on your mind. The weight of it getting bigger and bigger every second, you really wanted to tell him. But can’t find the right time to.

“…Are you okay?” Surprisingly Mydei was behind you, his hands found your waist, his broad muscular chest presses on your back, he usually sleeps with no shirt on, just his pajamas on. It caught you off guard— you could’ve sworn he was asleep besides you earlier. And when you got out of bed you made sure to be quiet as a mouse and not disrupt his sleep.

You were just drinking water on the sink, planning to eat some of the chocolate he has brought for you. You hummed at him, “Yeah, wh-why do you ask?” Shit, I stuttered. Well, that’s embarrassing. You cursed yourself mentally for this, he’s really good at reading your emotions. You’re fucked.

Mydei rested his chin on your shoulder, you’re already pinching your self mentally for stuttering. I felt like he noticed. He hummed, “Doesn’t seem like it, are you sure?” Pressing the matter to you once more.

Ha, he’s really good at reading me. You despise him for that, but at the same time, you’re thankful for it. Maybe this’ll save you from some of the embarrassment of it— right?

“Yeah, totally sure!…” You closed your eyes, bitting your inner cheek, praying he would just stop this and save you from this unease pilling in the pit of your stomach. It felt incredibly hot, especially when his body is literally pressed up against yours.

He hummed again, this time his arms are snaked on your waist, caging it securely. “I’m just worried about you.” Mydei said softly, burrying his face on your neck, leaving soft pecks on its wake.

“I swear I’m fine, it’s just… just some personal things. I can handle it though.” You muttered, taking the chocolate from the counter, tearing open the packaging of the chocolate he brought for you. Not bothering to read the brand.

“You know… you can talk to me right? I’m willing to listen to it. Your problems are also mine.” Well, it’s now or never. You gathered up the courage to tell him the truth about everything.

“It’s… just that we…” You broke a piece of the chocolate and ate it before breaking another piece of feeding it to him. “Haven’t had sex in the past three months…”

He chews on the chocolate you gave him, silently listening to your words. “…And the fact that you wouldn’t let me help you when you’re… you know.”

Mydei nods, taking your words in. Letting you speak your thoughts as you feed him more of the chocolate. “I don’t want to force you in anything you’re not comfortable in, but I felt like you’re just… obligated to follow through when I initiate things between us…”

He hums, muttering low apologies. Yes, Mydei felt guilty about all of this as he listens to you rant. “Do you get turned off when I offer my help to you?… cause you kept declining. And I want to know why—“ You turn your head to face him and before you could even finish your sentence, he kisses you.

You whimpered in the slow kiss he shared with you. You felt hot, not the type of hot that you typically feel during summer. This was different. Mydei looked at you flushed, “I’m sorry, it’s just that… I didn’t want you to worry that much about me and I want you to focus on yourself. Not that much on me,” His words were heartfelt, he ment it. He truly ment it all, “I’m really sorry that you thought I didn’t want you…”

Mydei felt guilty, he didn’t expect for things to escalate this bad. His stomach churned hard as his heart shattered learning that you started to think you were unattractive in his eyes. He wanted to make it up to you now as he apologizes multiple times. “I love you so much, sometimes I wanted you so bad but… I just— can’t explain that I… I-I’m so sorry…”

You just sigh in relief, caressing his hair. “It’s alright, I’m sorry too… I should’ve told you earlier.” Communicating with him is so easy, you both just accept your mistakes and move on. You turned around to face him as you lean on the counter, his hands on your side. Caging you on the counter top.

Taking the last piece of chocolate from the wrapper, you ate half of it before feeding it to him. Everything was fine now, the silence wasn’t deafening, it was just right. Mydei smiles, placing his pointer finger under your chin, bringing your head up to look at him. He captured your lips in for a kiss, tasting the chocolate off your mouth as your salivas mixed.

You can tell, he was already hard as his buldge pressed on you. His tall frame towering, the kiss wasn’t rushed nor sloppy. It was a heated, slow, intimate one not those desperate rushed kisses. This one is filled with passion and longing, his tongue was scouring through your mouth slowly exploring it— memorizing everying single corner.

Mydei’s hands moved to your waist to pull you closer, deepening the kiss. You were already out of breath so you pulled away, a string of saliva left both your mouths: The only remaining thing thats connecting you both. He kissed you cheek, dragging his lips down to your neck sucking till a red spot appears. You can’t help but moan at the contact.

You felt something was off, everything was so hot, you were already so sweaty for no reason. It was not the type of hot you’ll feel during the summer, this one made you feel dizzy, a little nauseous, and your core was dripping wet. Every touch by Mydei made you feel weak, you were aching for some kind of contact. Anything. Just anything will do at this point.

You looked at Mydei to see if he was feeling the same thing, you can tell just by how drenched with sweat he is. He was a flushed mess— and so are you. He drawed his lips away from your neck slowly to just look at you. Yeah no shit, you both were so confused as to why you’re both feeling like animals in heat.

Is this the effect of having no contact for three months? Wrong, Mydei had to double check the chocolate you ate and fed him with to see if it had some funny ingredient mixed in with it.

He was right, it had aphrodisiac mixed with it. Originally, Mydei bought it with good intentions. He bought a lot of chocolates from the street vendor and the vendor asked if he had a special someone at home. Reluctantly, Mydei nodded. Apparently the vendor said that his partner would enjoy this chocolate, he should share this with her and you’ll both be happy.

I mean he is right though, Mydei just agreed and bought the chocolate without checking what the ingredients are. He thought this is just a new flavor, being a chocolate lover that you are— He just wants to make you happy.

The vendor was right. Now, both are incredibly horny, but later you’ll both be incredibly happy. Mydei just sighed eyebrows furrowed by how stupid he is, he should’ve checked the ingredients first. You whimpered, rubbing yourself against him, desprate for relief.

Mydei wasted no time as he carried you by your thighs. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him so you won’t fall on the cold hard floor. He carried you to the nearest thing with a cushion so you wouldn’t get uncomfortable as he fucks you that night.

Deciding on the couch, he quickly layed you there gently. Head hitting the soft cushions as his broad frame towers over you, legs still wrapped around his waist securely. It’ll take a whole set of guards to pull you off this man right now.

He pulled your shirt off of you, buldge pressing on your core past through your panties. There was already a wet spot forming indicating how wet you were. You really didn’t want any foreplay right now, you just wanted him to stick it in.

“Can we skip the foreplay?… I really… can’t anymore.” You said breathless, whimpering slightly from the small contact from him as you try to pull his pajamas down. “Are you sure? It’ll hurt.” Mydei said softly, no matter how many times he penetrates you, it still leaves you in pain and you couldn’t get used to it. He’s just too big, it was about above average. Around 7 inches, 5 and a half in width, veins buldging all around, and really heavy when it’s hard.

Mydei contemplated while withdrawing it out of his pajamas with his hands, stroking it for a few times before sliding your panties off. He knows it won’t fit in the first try but looking at your pussy right now, it’s already soaking wet.

“Fuck, you’re so wet right now.” He said groaning swipping his middle and ring finger on your slit gathering your slick on it. You whimpered from the contact, he took his slick covered finger and tasted it. You trembled slightly.

“You’re so sweet baby, already dripping for me? Missed my dick for the past three months?” He said with that smirk you oh so loved and hated so much. Guess he’s back to his old self again, teasing you playfully.

Mydei rubbed his tip on your hole, positioning it and collecting the slick your pussy produced, teasing you slightly before inserting his cock head slowly in you. Your breath hitched, shrieking from the piercing tip of his cock splitting you open, it was absolute torture for your hole as it was the first time you were taking him in after three months without sex. You missed this bittersweet pleasure of the stretch he’s giving you when he pushes his cock onto your pussy.

“Fuck, did you get tighter? Baby please relax a little… you’re too tensed.” He whimpered from the tightness of your hole eagerly sucking him in yet struggling to take the whole head in. For the first time in three months he was finally sheathed in your perfect pussy again, it felt surreal.

Mydei was struggling to keep himself from fucking his whole length into you in one go. He placed his fingers on your clit while half of his cock’s head was resting inside you, he rubbed it in circles to arouse you more so it’ll be much easier to penetrate his dick in your tight pussy. The sudden contact made your body arch, moaning from the contact in your bud. It felt so good that tears started to swell up in your eyes, it worked. Your pussy welcomed him with ease as he pushes the remaining in.

Now his pelvis was pressed on your folds, cock fully sheathed in. Mydei leaned in to kissed you, hips backing out as it slowly slams back in, he started to move, hips colliding with yours in a slow deliberate manner— his cock dragged inside you in long and deep strokes. The first few thrusts was slow, he did it on purpose so you could adjust more to his size. You mewled in the kiss as he explores every inch of your mouth, breath shortening as he continues to thrust repeating a slow constant pace.

You pulled away from the kiss, breathless as he tries to kiss you again but you rejected his advances, “Fa-faster… go faster.” You said out of breath, you looked down where your bodies are connected as you see his cock ramming in your pussy slowly. The creamy white substance connecting you both with each thrust he makes to your pussy.

Mydei looked down to see what you’re looking at as he smirks, placing a light peck on your lips. “Enjoying the view, pretty?” He speeds up his thrusts a little as you watch his massive dick go in and out of you. You were so turned on that you keep on clamping on his dick, squeezing and sucking the life out of it as if you don’t want it to go out of you.

At that point he was fighting the urge to just take you there and fuck you into oblivion, wild thoughts running through his mind as you continue to moan in his ear. Mydei is just controlling himself, he didn’t want to hurt you so he always set a medium pace when you both fuck. You really wanted him to fuck you hard, like a feral animal. That is a long time fantasy of yours. But the only thing that’s holding you from living it is him.

When you ask him to do it he said no because of one thing: He didn’t want to hurt you. He wasn’t opposed to the idea, it was actually something he wanted to do for a long time now. He was just afraid that he’ll end up fucking it up for you both and the niht will end with you landing on the emergency room. He’s well aware of his strength.

You placed your hands on the back of Mydei’s hair pulling on it as you shamelessly moan his name loudly, “faster… faster please mhah...” The last thread he was holding on to snapped. You were so insatiable it drove him crazy, he rocked his hips aggressively against you, skin slapping can be heared from all corners of the room. It echoed across the hall, you didn’t care how loud you were anymore.

The walls are made out of stone anyways, it’s not like the neighbors could hear you. Mydei placed his hands on the couch, right beside your head as he bends you over more— your legs super close to your chest. His cock is now reaching a new kind of depth within you as he ransacks himself into your messy pussy.

“You feel so nice, fuck— I love you so much, so fucking perfect.” You were gasping, moaning, as you grip on his arm leaving red scratch marks. Mydei was hitting all the right places, especially when the tip of his cock hits that one specific spot in you that left you crying. Tears falls down your eyes, back arching against him as the pleasure started to reach it’s peak— you were close. So fucking close.

Mydei knew your body well, hearing you moan and cry like that, he knew you were close. He abused that spot inside you, repeatedly hitting it as his pre-cum starts to fall out of his tip while thrusting inside you, a white creamy ring started to form at the base of his cock from the repeated thrusts. He pressed himself closer against you, moaning your name in your ear. “Your pussy is so good, so tight just made for my cock…”

He ruts his cock harder into your pussy, pulling out till his tip was the only thing left inside you— then slamming back in once again leaving you crying in pleasure. His balls was slapping against your ass, dick twitching inside you. The thrusts started to get sloppy, he was getting close too, “Shit I’m close, cum with me ‘yeah?”

You didn’t respond, too fucked to even open your mouth to form a sentence when everything coming right out of your mouth was drool, moans, and his name being repeatedly chanted like an incantation spell. “You’re so f-fucked dumb right now…” He kisses you softly while he continues to rut his hips onto yours, his cock was easily gliding in and out of your pussy now because it was so wet and streched from his massive cock.

Then the moment came when you came on his cock, it coated his length top to bottom, some even got on his pelvis. You moaned loudly, mumbling incoherent words as you came. Your whole body trembled from the pleasure, but he didn’t stop.

He was still thrusting his cock inside you, even as you came, walls gripping on him as you coat his cock with your cum. Mydei was determined to chased his high, so he didn’t stop pounding— bullying his dick on your entrance, your cries got louder as you get overstimulated with pleasure. Pussy still sensitive from your orgasm.

By now Mydei slams his cock deeper inside you as you cried, he buries his cock in harder— rougher, harsher in you. Slick falling out of your hole and into his balls, as it slapped against your ass hole. Breath ragged against your ear, moans spilling out of his mouth. He’s now very close to spilling.

Mydei slams inside you one final time, pressing his hips against your ass. You felt the twitch of his cock as he buries his hot load deep inside you— he stayed still, not moving an inch. You finished again, but this time with him. A silent cry left your lips as Mydei shuts them off with his lips interlocking with yours, savoring the taste of your sobs.

You couldn’t move as he locked you in place while you both came, Mydei still thrusts inside you slowly, letting his cum reach the deeper areas of your pussy. He groans in the kiss, letting his cum pump out of his fat cock head, letting the last drop go inside you.

He places his forehead against yours as you whimper. The room was stuffy, the smell of sex flooded the room, you two just stayed in your position as you both came down from your high. You were exhausted from all that had happened, you didn’t even bother open your eyes.

Mydei kissed you in your forehead and sat up, letting your legs unfold being placed back onto his waist. He admired your pussy as it is wreaked open by his cock, Mydei pulled his cock out of your warm pussy, letting his cum mixed together with yours drip out of you.

He leaned in closer to your entrance and licked a fat strip of your pussy. You shivered at the contact of his tongue, hands flying to his hair. Mydei slurped and cleaned your pussy filled cum with his mouth, as his tongue entered your hole and licked the cum off of it.

The warm sweet and salty mix of your cum entered his mouth, he drank everything up. Leaving your pussy cleaned from any sticky load. Mydei then proceeded to lean back closer to your face, he wipped the corners of his mouth before mouth kissing you— making you taste both of your cum.

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ✦ © myyluverr 2025

[peachglazewrites]

can you write abby x femme reader where the reader is so down bad for abby but abby only sees reader as her fwb. maybe you can also add abby still being in a relationship with owen. i thought of it while listening to casual by chappel roan and i need to be IN PAIN SO BAD

𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: abby/femme!reader 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: angst, smut (18+ mdni), use of words like tits/cunt/pussy, comphet, unhappy ending 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: pre-established relationship (friends with benefits), pet names (sweetheart, honey, baby, pretty girl), oral (r!receiving), masturbation (abby), outdoor sex (they're entirely alone in a field) 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘: no use of y/n, outfit descriptions, modern au, ellie and dina trying to be good friends, relationship with owen mentioned but no cheating 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 7k

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Abby is a great friend. She's funny, kind, and when you're both single, you hook up. If only you weren't in love with her, and she didn't always run back to Owen.

a/n: hello!! thank you so much for this request! i took direct inspo from casual by chappell roan for this and had a lot of fun! it's smutty, angsty, and the more i wrote the more i realised i was just writing Abby with comphet so there's a lot of that sprinkled in there too </3

i almost want to write a sequel where abby wakes tf up and realises she's a lesbian butttt only if anyone would actually want it…

i hope you enjoy! ✧˖°

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“Hellooo?”  Dina waves a hand in front of your face, snapping your attention away from the dancing dots next to Abby’s name. Ellie and Dina are looking at you when you blink up at them, your nose no longer buried in your phone.

The three of you have sprawled yourselves out in Ellie’s room, the air slightly hazy with the smoke of a joint she had passed around-- a pleasant hum settling in your bones. The smoke slowly curls out of the open window, curtains fluttering in the breeze.

Ellie sits propped up against her bed, legs crossed under her, guitar resting on her thigh as she picks at the strings. Joel just got her new ones yesterday, so she’s been fiddling with it all morning.

Dina has crawled out of the beanbag near her girlfriend to come bother you, kneeling on the floor next to your own.

Jesse was also invited, but got called in to work last minute. Boo.

“What’s got you so giggly over here?” Dina asks, placing a hand on your knee as she leans over, trying to take a peek at your phone.

You pull the device back to your chest, hiding the picture you just sent from her prying eyes. “Nothing,” you say far too quickly. “Just a funny post.”

“Uh huh,” she says, not even a little bit convinced. “Let me see, then.”

“What?”

“The post.” A smirk starts to form on Dina’s lips, knowing she’s got you.  “Let me see it.”

“Oh, it’s—” You shift your gaze away from hers, looking back down at your phone. “It’s gone now. Y’know. The algorithm, and stuff.”

Ellie snorts, rolling her eyes. “The algorithm? That’s the best you can do?”

“Shut up, Ellie,” you hiss, narrowing your eyes at the girl.

Dina, finding an opening, makes a grab for your phone. You yelp, twisting away from her and holding the phone high above your head, out of her grip-- but that doesn’t stop her. She pounces on you, faster than you’re expecting, straddling you on the bean bag as she wrestles you for the device.

You yell, wriggling out from underneath her and falling to the floor with a thump, Dina following and landing on top of you.

“It wasn’t even that funny! Dee, get off of me!” You screech, laughing as you grapple with each other.

“Aha!” Dina cries, prying the phone from your hands and holding it above her head, pressing a palm to your forehead to pin your down. “Now, let’s see this ‘post’, huh?” She taunts, grinning down at you.

You can do nothing but watch helplessly as she looks to your phone, eyes widening at the screen. You catch a brief glimpse of the photo in the reflection of her eyes; the angle of your body as you lay in your sheets, back slightly arched for the camera, delicate blue lace clinging to your hips and chest.

A low whistle leaves her lips.

“Shit, you look good.” Dina squints at the photo, removing her hand from your forehead to pinch at the screen, zooming in. “When did you even buy that? Where did you buy that?”

You sit up enough to snatch your phone away from her, swiping out of the picture before she can look at it any longer.

[1:18pm] Abs 🥊💥: holy shit [1:19pm] Abs 🥊💥: you weren’t lying

“Dude, are you sending nudes from my fucking house?” Ellie asks, eyebrows raised, fingers pausing on her guitar.

Heat crawls across your cheeks, tapping the screen to swipe out of the messaging app and locking your phone. “They’re not nudes. I’m wearing underwear.”

“Babe, there was so much nipple peeking through that thing,” Dina says, still sitting atop of you.

“Okay, well now I’ve gotta see. Gimme.” Ellie reaches, making grabby hands for your phone.

You groan, letting your phone drop face down onto your chest as you cover your face with your hands. “I fucking hate you two.”

“I love you too,” Dina coos, giggling and rolling off of you to lay next to you on the floor, propping herself up on her forearms.

Ellie settles back with her guitar, strumming lightly at the song she’s been working on. “Who are you even sending that shit to, anyways?’

“Is it that butch from the bar last weekend? She was so hot.”

“Hey, I’m right here?” Ellie says, waving her hand to her girlfriend. Dina blows a kiss in her direction.

The hands stay glued to your face as you swallow, throat suddenly thick. You mumble through your fingers, knowing that neither of them would be able to make out what you said. A hand wraps around your wrist, prying it from your face.

“Can’t hear you,” Dina sings, shuffling closer. Her hand slides up, interlacing her fingers with your own, squeezing. “Come on, who is it?”

You nervously look to Dina’s expectant face, behind her to Ellie who’s not looking over, but has her head tilted to make sure she catches every syllable. You turn your head up to look at the ceiling, concentrating on the glow-in-the-dark stars and planets Jesse got Ellie for her birthday last year, unable to look at your friends.

“I’m texting Abby.”

Ellie misses a chord, a slight fumble as she whips her head up to look at you. Dina’s smile shifts slightly, a hint of something sympathetic behind her eyes. She squeezes your hand gently.

“How is she?” Dina asks, watching your profile.

“She’s good. She just got hired at this new boxing studio in the city as a personal trainer. It’s a really good gig, and she enjoys it a lot.” You smile softly, fiddling and twisting one of the rings on your finger. “Pays a lot better than her old gym, too.”

“How’s Owen?” Ellie asks, voice cutting through the hazy air.

Your body tenses, anxiety curling in the pit of your stomach. You knew this was going to happen.

“I don’t know… They uh—They broke up a couple of weeks ago, so I haven’t seen him.”

Ellie scoffs, turning back to her guitar as she mutters something under her breath. You completely miss it, but Dina doesn’t.

“Ellie,” she scolds, leaning over to whack at her ankle.

Your phone buzzes against your chest, and you can’t help but be thankful for the distraction, tilting it up to peek at the preview on the lockscreen. Two text messages block the squished together faces of you, Ellie, and Dina; your and Dina’s lips pressed to either side of Ellie’s freckled cheeks. Jesse stands behind the three of you, hands pressing you and Dina closer to Ellie, grinning as the girl groans and squirms between you.

[1:25pm] Abs 🥊💥: let me come see you [1:25pm] Abs 🥊💥: we can grab food?

You can’t help the small smile that spreads to your lips, biting your cheek as you unlock your phone to reply.

[1:26pm] You: Tonight? [1:27pm] Abs 🥊💥: please 🙏

“Well, it sounds like things are going well for her,” Dina says, rolling on her side to look at you, bringing the hand still laced with yours under her cheek as she rests on it. “New job, hot girl sending her nudes in the middle of the day…”

You roll your eyes, locking your phone and letting it fall back against your chest. “They weren’t nudes.”

“The technicals on whether they’re nudes or not doesn’t matter when they’re that hot. I don’t even send Ellie pictures like that.”

“You don’t send pictures at all,” Ellie pouts.

“Els,” Dina turns to look back at her. “The last time I sent you a photo of my tits, you set it as my contact photo.”

Ellie’s pout smooths out into a knowing smirk, an amused huff leaving her as she reminisces.

Dina turns back to you, rolling her eyes. “Anyway. I guess this means that things are chill with you and Abby again?”

You shrug, fingers flexing amongst her own. “I mean, yeah? We were always chill.”

Her cheek twitches as she forces her smile, her eyes softening into something that you refuse to acknowledge as pitying. “I know,” she says, tentative. “But things were kind of… tense when her and Owen got back together last time, remember?”

You stiffen, that twisting in your gut making you feel ill. “She was just—She just had a lot going on.”

And she did. Her and Manny had to move all of a sudden, she was starting to hate her old job, her truck broke down, and Owen kept trying to reach out again after he was the one to break things off.

So much was going on in Abby’s life, and you were there to help her through it. Late night calls when she couldn’t sleep, motivational texts to get her through her day, a day off from your own job to help Abby and Manny move everything to their new place. Just like a good friend would, because that’s what you are. Good friends.

Good friends who kiss sometimes, whose nighttime calls end in whimpers and soft moans, her voice flowing through the speaker as you cum on your fingers. Good friends who fuck on the mattress on the floor of her new room while her bedframe leans against the wall unbuilt, too desperate to wait until it’s all set up.

That’s just how things are between you. You’re there for her whenever she needs you, and if sometimes that need is something more carnal, driven by lust? As long as you’re both single, you don’t see the issue.

Except she’s never single for long-- those break ups with Owen never truly sticking. Give them a week or two before he starts texting again, another few after that for Abby to text back. And each time you hope, maybe wrongly so, that she won’t do it. That she’ll realise things with Owen just aren’t meant to be, and that maybe she’d be happier with someone else; someone who gives her both the space and attention that she needs.

That she’ll realise that you’ve been here the whole time.

But she never does, and it stings when she texts you that her and Owen are back together, knowing that it’s not just a casual update, but a temporary end to your arrangement— a hiatus, waiting for when they inevitably break up once more.

So yeah, she was busy, but so were you—busy ignoring her texts and her innocent offers to hang out. You promised yourself that you would spare yourself, that you wouldn’t let yourself get hurt anymore by hoping and wishing for something that was never going to happen.

But just like Abby, it only took you a couple of weeks of texts for you to finally respond back.

And so, the cycle continues.

Dina squeezes your hand, feeling you drift off somewhere in your mind. You turn your head slightly to look at her, feeling the familiar sting of embarrassment at the look in her kind eyes.

“I know, babe. We just worry.”

You frown slightly, brows drawing together. “Why? And whose we?”

Ellie scoffs, the sound sharp over the strum of her guitar. “Nice one, Dina.”

She ignores her girlfriend, holding your gaze. “We—Ellie and I—”

“And Jesse.”

“Ellie--” Dina pinches the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes as she tries to tamp down her frustration. “We just want to make sure you’re happy. That this is what you want.” She looks to your again, words spoken soft between you. “All that you want.”

You slowly extricate your hand from hers, pushing up on your forearms to sit. “Of course it is,” you lie-- like a liar. You know neither of them believe you. “This is how it’s always been with Abby. We talk, we hang out, and when we’re single, we ‘hang out’. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s not. Of course it isn’t. We just—”

Ellie cuts Dina off. “We hate seeing you get hurt over and over.”

You sit up even further, drawing your knees to your chest, making sure your dress falls over your knees. “I’m not— No one’s getting hurt. Abby’s really sweet to me.”

“Then why does she only text you this much when Owen isn’t around?” Ellie asks, guitar forgotten in her lap.

Embarrassment and shame twirl around each other, dancing atop that churning in your gut. Your body heats with it, blood rushing to the highs of your cheeks and the tips of your ears. “That’s not true.”

It is, and you hate that they’ve picked up on it too.

Dina sighs, sitting up with you, placing a gentle and friendly hand on your knee. “It’s okay that she does, but only if you’re okay with it. I know you…” she trails off, pressing her lips into a thin line, hesitating about going there.

That feeling inside of you bursts, lighting you on fire. You feel it down to the tips of your fingers, morphing and changing into something darker— frustration. “Know what, Dina?”

“Look, you’re an adult. You can sleep with whoever you want,” Ellie cuts in. “But you’re not dumb. You know exactly what she’s doing and you’re letting it happen. And if that’s what you get off on, then fine. But we hate seeing her use you like this—”

“Ellie, she’s not using me. I’m not being used.” You stand up, ripping yourself from Dina. “It’s just sex. We both get something out of it, and if I happen to like her company outside of that because she’s my friend, then that just makes it better.”

You stoop down, collecting your bag from next to the beanbag, shoving your phone inside.

Dina calls your name, reaching out for you. You dodge her, stepping back towards the door.

“I’ll… I’ll text you guys later, or something. I have to go.”

♡ ︎♡ ︎♡

Abby tells you to be ready around seven thirty, that she’ll grab you two some dinner before swinging around to pick you up at your place.

It gave you plenty of time to cool down before needing to get ready, crashing and taking a nap the moment you got home from Ellie’s.

You feel guilty for fighting with your friends. As much as you hate the idea of them being able to see through you, to be able to tell how you actually feel-- they’re just trying to look out for you. They love you, want the best for you.

But them knowing… Your friends seeing how infatuated you are with Abby, how you let yourself be dragged along like a dog on a leash, desperate to please and feel desired by her… It makes you feel ashamed.

So, you ignore the texts you wake up to.

[2:31pm] Deedee 😽: Hey babe. I’m sorry about this afternoon. If you’re feeling up to talking about it please let me know. [2:32pm] Deedee 😽: We can go to that bakery you like. My treat. [2:32pm] Deedee 😽: I love you. Be safe 🤍🤍🤍

[2:43pm] 🌿Els 🦕: [message unsent] [2:50pm] 🌿Els 🦕: sorry. dina said that was shit. [2:54pm] 🌿Els 🦕: be careful [2:54pm] 🌿Els 🦕: always here for u [2:55pm] 🌿Els 🦕: 💚

[3:14pm] J-Man 🐴: You’re seeing Abby again?? [3:14pm] J-Man 🐴: That’s cool… [3:17pm] J-Man 🐴: Why didn’t you tell us?

You slowly start getting ready at four, taking a long ‘everything’ shower, only hopping out once your skin is smooth, soft, and smelling of your cherry blossom body wash.

You spend way longer than necessary picking your outfit; something cute but practical for the cooler weather. You make a bit of a mess, but finally end up laying out a combination of pieces on your plush, purple blankets. A babydoll top to wear under a chunky knit cardigan, a long flowing skirt that brushes your calves. You’ve even selected cute underwear, that same blue lace set that you wore in the photo you sent Abby.

You keep your makeup simple, focusing more on your eyes than anything else. Abby described them as doe-like once, and now you make it a habit to spend a bit more time curling your lashes, lining them with a delicate wing. Some blush and a sparkly lip gloss that faintly smells like bubble-gum completes the look. Soft, feminine.

You’re painting your nails when your phone buzzes on your bedside table, interrupting the music playing through the speakers. You lean over, holding your hands out to try to avoid smudging them, glimpsing at the screen.

[7:13pm] Abs 🥊💥: picking up food now [7:14pm] Abs 🥊💥: be there soon, pretty girl ❤️

Your heart beats wildly in your chest, your bottom lip catching between your teeth as you get back to painting your nails. Thoughts of your friends and their concerns drifting from your mind the closer it gets to seven thirty.

It’ll be fine.

It always is, right?

♡ ︎♡ ︎♡

You press a manicured hand over your mouth, supressing your giggles. “He didn’t…”

Abby nods, grinning around her chewed straw. “Yeah, he did. All ‘prom-posal’ style with a big sign and everything.”

“Oh, Jordan,” you sigh. “I’ve only met Leah once and even I know she’d hate to be asked out like that.” You shake your head, reaching into the bag between you for another fry.

Abby shrugs, sucking the last of her shake from the plastic cup. “Well apparently she liked it enough to say yes, so…”

“She was always going to say yes, though,” you say, popping the salty shoestring into your mouth. “They’re obsessed with each other.”

Abby scoffs, humour in her tone, placing the empty cup off to the side. “Yeah, you can say that again.”

The two of you are sitting in the bed of Abby’s truck, shoes kicked off as you curl amongst the blanket and few pillows piled in the back, softening the metal underneath. She’d driven the two of you out to a field, some property a friend of her dad owns, parking under the open night sky. The moon was high and bright, casting a soft glow across everything it touched, giving you just enough light to see.

She looked sinfully good in your driveway when she came to pick you up; leaning against the truck in her muscle tank and utility jeans, a dark green overshirt open and rolled up to her elbows. Her dad’s dog tags from his brief stint in the military right out of high school hang around her neck, a faded friendship bracelet that matches with her best friend Mel tied around her left wrist.

She had grabbed the two of you burgers and shakes from a local diner Abby loves to visit on her cheat days—a strawberry shake for herself and a sweet vanilla one for you.

The night so far has been taken up with picking at each other’s food and catching up all the stuff you’ve forgotten or have been too busy to text about. A lot of it is just gossip, but you don’t mind. You cherish her company, and could happily sit here for hours talking about anything at all as long as she was the one with you.

“How’s the new studio treating you?” You ask, nudging her lightly. You’re still snacking on the fries in the bag, your shake and burger having long since been eaten.

“It’s good. There’s a lot more women on staff at the new place which is nice.” Abby steals a fry from between your fingers, popping it into her mouth.

“Hey!”

She smirks, shrugging and licking the salt from her fingers. You’re momentarily distracted, brain short circuiting as you watch the trail of her tongue.

You swallow, clenching your thighs together as you look back down to the bag. “Less bro-y?”

She laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you from the inside out, reaching for her own fries. “Yeah, much less bro-y.” She shoves a couple in her mouth, covering it as she speaks around her mouthful. “A couple of my clients transferred over when I moved which is good. Felt bad leaving them behind.”

“Did Yara follow? You liked her.”

Abby nods, wiping the salt off her fingers on the thigh of her pants this time. “I’m covering her sessions, actually. Paying out of pocket. She’s had to take in her brother so everything’s kind of gone tits up for her. Boxing was the only thing she does for herself, so…” She shrugs, leaning back against the truck cabin, head tilted up to look at the stars overhead.

You sit there transfixed, lips slightly parted as you look to the woman next to you. She’s gorgeous, her side profile making butterflies stir in your belly. Her nose is strong, slightly curved at the tip, crooked from it getting broken and reset over and over again. Her cheekbones are prominent and littered in freckles, a jagged scar under one eye that she tells you a different story for every time you ask. Her jawline, though strong just like the rest of her, is also surprisingly soft, slightly rounder under her chin-- one of your favourite places to kiss.

Handsome.

“You’re a good person, you know?”

The highs of Abby’s cheeks darken; you can just make out the colour under the light of the moon.  Her eyes flick down to yours. “You flattering me?”

You shift to face her more, leaning against her muscular arm. You catch the way her hazy blue eyes drift from your own, down to your chest which is pressed against her bicep, flesh peeking out from your top. Her cheeks darken even more, a delightful pink that makes her freckles more prominent.

“I’m being serious. You do stuff like this all of the time, just because you felt like it.” Abby’s eyes wander back up to your own. “You’re really kind. I love that about you.”

Something flashes across her face, so quick that you can’t make it out before she schools her expression again, a lazy smirk tugging on her lips.

“Yeah?” She tilts her head slightly, stray strands of hair that have fallen out of her braid tickling her cheeks. “You sure you’re not buttering me up?”

It’s your turn to flush now, skin prickling with heat under her gaze that bores into your own. “And what would I be buttering you up for?” Your voice is quiet, soft between you.

Her eyes roam across your face, down to your lips where you’ve drawn the bottom one between your teeth. One of her calloused hands comes up, cupping your jaw gently to swipe a thumb across your cheek. The pad of her thumb moves to press against your glossy lip, pulling it free.

“I don’t know,” she whispers, leaning in close. “You tell me.”

Her thumb swipes across the tackiness of your lip, the gloss rubbing off and onto her skin, sparkly and smelling like bubble-gum. She leans in impossibly closer, breath smelling like strawberries from her shake, nose bumping against yours softly.

You snake a hand up her broad chest, manicured fist curling into the front of her tank to pull her down, pressing your lips against her own.

You both sigh at the contact, finally feeling each other again after so long. The kiss doesn’t stay gentle, quickly devolving into hungry, messy kisses, Abby licking into your mouth to claim you.

A soft moan spills from your lips and you tug once more, pulling Abby with you as you lean back against the truck, needing to feel her weight against you. Abby obliges, never being able to say no to you when you make those pretty little noises, shifting to cage you in against the cabin of her truck. One of her arms comes up to support her weight as she slides to fit her body between your thighs that you part for her, skirt bunching up to make room.

“Missed this,” Abby groans, pulling away to kiss hotly down the side of your jaw. Her plush lips latch onto the skin of your neck, nipping and licking where your perfume is the strongest.

“Abby—” you gasp, arms wrapping around her neck, nails digging into the muscles of her shoulders as you arch into her, your head tilting back and thumping against the truck.

She hums, kissing down further to your chest, teeth grazing against the swell of your tits being pushed up by your bra. The hand on your cheek moves down, slowly pushing the sleeve of your cardigan and the strap of your top off your shoulder, giving her more skin to bite and suckle on.

You bring a hand up to thread through her hair, nails scratching against her scalp as you push your chest into her mouth. She groans, a deep rumbly sound that goes straight to your cunt.

“Been thinking about this,” you confess, hips twitching as she cups you through your top, barely hold back a whine as she pinches your hardening nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Abby chuckles, vibrations working across your skin as she palms you. “Yeah, sweetheart?” A particularly hard suck on the swell of your tit, making you moan. “What about?”

Soft pants leave your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as the warmth grows between your legs. “Fuck… Y-Your mouth—”

A grin splits Abby’s lips, eyes crinkling as she looks up at you, taking in the way your head is thrown back. “My mouth?”

You nod, swallowing hard as she drifts down, lips taking over for her fingers as she bites you through your top. You whine, high in the back of your throat, blinking your eyes open to look down at her.

She’s so unbelievably hot, big eyes smiling up at you as she teases you between her teeth, drawing those sweet noises from your throat. She’s playing you like a damn fiddle and she’s loving every second of it.

“Mmhm,” you moan, licking your lips. “Always feels so f-fucking good. Need it so bad--”

Abby breaks away from your chest, fingers taking back over the second her mouth leaves you.

“Where?” Her voice is low as she rises up, nosing along your soft skin while she moves up, up, up-- until her lips are barely brushing yours. “Here?”

She leans in, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss, all tongue and teeth and so, so wet. She pulls away far too quickly, a string of spit connecting you, hot breath fanning over your open mouth as you try to pull her back in. “This where you need it, baby?”

You do, you need her to kiss you again so fucking badly, but you know what she’s asking. So, you reluctantly shake your head, looking up into her fiery eyes. She smirks, shifting to kiss back down to your chest, burying herself in the fat of your tits, like she belongs there. She groans, hand moving down to grip your waist as she looks up at you.

“What about here?”

Your hips shift, back arching as you press her closer, feeling yourself growing wetter as she groans in appreciation. Your panties are soaked, thighs hot and sticky as you squirm beneath her.

Your head shakes, not trusting your voice right now while she’s looking up at you like this.

“Oh, I see,” she says teasingly, hand on your waist straying down, fingers dancing along your thigh to where the hem of your skirt is bunched up between you. Sparks shoot through your veins when her hand touches bare skin, thighs clamping around her hips as you feel yourself throb.

God you’re desperate.

Her touch is featherlight, grazing teasingly up under the fabric of your skirt, higher and higher until she reaches the edge of your panties, soft blue lace that tickles her fingertips.

Her strong hand, so big and warm compared to your own, cups you over the lace, ring and middle finger pressing against your weeping cunt. A shuddering gasp leaves your lips, hand in her hair tightening, the other scrunching the fabric of her tank across her back. She moans, muffled against your tits.

“This is where you need it, huh? Can feel how fucking wet you are,” she grunts, pulling away from your chest to lean up, capturing your lips once more in a desperate, hungry kiss.

You whine and keen into her mouth as she works you over, hips stuttering up to grind against her palm, your clit swelling against the friction of your soaked panties.

She pulls back, panting as the two of your catch your breath, eyes hooded as she looks down at you, black swallowing that lovely blue, tongue peaking out to lick at her swollen lips. Without another word she shifts, slowly sliding down your body, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses in her wake. It’s sensual and so fucking hot, her hand not stilling from where she fucks you through your panties.

She kisses down your sternum, your stomach, your hip, pausing when she gets to the fabric of your skirt. She uses the hand not rubbing at your clit to move it out of the way, smoothing her big hand up your thigh to drag the fabric up, pushing it to bunch at your hips.

Your hips cant up, and Abby gets an eyeful of you for the first time. She swallows, staring down at the lace she instantly recognises from the photo you sent, the blue that sits flush and clinging to the shape of your pussy.

“Fuck, baby,” she groans, moving to rest on her stomach, swollen lips kissing and nipping at the smooth skin of your thighs. “This all f’me?”

“Yes—Abby—All for you,” you whimper, coherent thoughts already slipping from your brain.

She pushes your thighs wider as she moves up, head disappearing underneath the fabric of your skirt as she finally, finally nudges up against your cunt. Her strong nose bumps your clit as she presses against the straining fabric, inhaling deep, tongue pressing thick and flat over the soaked gusset.

You both moan simultaneously, you at the hot, cloying feeling of her tongue against your clothed cunt, her at the first taste of you through the lace.

“Oh god—” You scramble at the fabric of your skirt, tugging it up and tight in your fist to see her pressed between your legs. “T-Take them off—please, I need to feel you—”

Abby’s already got her fingers hooked in the elastic, shuffling back to peel the lingerie off your slick pussy. You bring your knees up to your chest, wrapping an arm around them as you help her slide them off your ankles, biting your lip at the way she grips your calves and manhandles you.

She balls up your panties in her fist, shoving them in the back pocket of her jeans as she settles back down. Her strong hands grip the fat of your hips, pulling you down further on the truck bed so you’re lying flat on your back. She throws one of your legs over her shoulder, the other she presses down to the bed of the truck, opening you wide for her.

“Such a pretty pussy,” she murmurs, breath hot over your cunt, wrapping a strong arm around your thigh, fingers playing lazily in your folds. You squirm beneath her, twitching your hips up towards her face.

“Abby…” you whine, looking down at her, chin touching your heaving chest as you watch, eyes wide and hazy.

She flicks hers up to meet yours, a smirk splitting her lips as she uses two fingers to part you before finally leaning in.

You throw your head back against the blanket at first contact, the flat of her tongue swiping up the entirety of your cunt, the tip lightly flicking against your swollen clit. You take a deep breath, hips twitching under her at the sensation, sharp zaps of electricity setting your nerves alight.

“Shit,” you curse under your breath, the hand gripping your skirt tightening.

Abby hums, indulging in a few more kitten licks before she’s wrapping those swollen. pouty lips around your clit, sucking the bundle into her mouth. She suckles, the lewd slurping sound making your cheeks turn bright red, the rhythmic throb punching the air from your lungs.

She releases you with a smack of her lips, flattening her tongue again to run up through your folds, briefly tonguing at your clenching hole as she passes, but always straying back to your clit, never getting tired of the way it pulses in her mouth.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” she murmurs, accent growing stronger the more pussy drunk she gets. She won’t admit it out loud, but she fucking loves being down here, drinking you up. If she had less shame, she’d beg you for it.

You push at the back of her head, pressing the heel of your foot against her back to urge her on, burying her deeper against you. She groans, messily licking up everything you give her. Drifting down, her nose nudging against your clit as she starts to fuck you with her tongue, the pulsing muscle slowly stretching your out the deeper she gets, slippery and so fucking hot.

You gasp, a choked off sound that has your toes curling as you hold her there, your hips coming up to grind against her face-- the way her nose feels against your clit making your head spin.

“Holy shit—Abs, baby—” You can hardly form a sentence, broken noises leaving your throat as you use her, fuck against her like your own personal toy. You could cum just like this, and she knows it.

Abby grunts, her shoulder dropping to the bed of the truck as a hand slips under her hips, hastily unbuttoning her jeans. A low groan, long and vibrating against your cunt leaves her lips as she sinks the hand past her boxers, shifting up onto her knees to get a better angle. You can feel the way her arm moves under your thigh, the way she rubs furiously at her clit as she fucks you on her tongue, drowning in you as you gush against her nose and mouth.

You lift your head up from the bed, blinking your hazy eyes open to look at the sight before you, the way she pulls you closer with the arm wrapped around your thigh, how deep she’s buried in your pussy as she works her own, the sounds of her wet cunt muffled through her jeans.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck—” you pant, needy sounds growing higher and higher in pitch as you watch her. You want to keep watching, want to sear the image of her fucking herself like this into your brain but your head falls back, back arching as you press up into her mouth.

“Gonna— Abby m’gonna fucking cum—”

“F-Fuck-- Yeah?” Abby groans, flicking her tongue over your sensitive clit. “Gonna cum on my fucking face, pretty girl?” She sucks your clit into her mouth, dragging her tongue over the bundle as you squeal and squirm underneath her.

You let go of your skirt, both hands coming to the back of Abby’s head as you tug on her hair, nails scratching against her scalp. You can’t tell if you’re trying to push her away or keep her there.

“I’m cumming—I’m cumming, I’m—” You mouth drops open, jaw slack as a loud moan spills from your lips. Your hips snap up, freezing in place as your thighs tremble, that coiling feeling in your gut snapping.

Abby groans, lapping hungrily at your cunt as you cum, swallowing everything you have to give her. Her hips twitch as she fucks herself, rocking against her hand as she works herself to the edge.

She’s relentless, suckling you and making borderline pornographic noises as she practically eats you alive. She pulls you closer, using that single arm wrapped around your thigh to bury herself deeper, nose coming back in grind against your throbbing clit.

That familiar feeling builds again, quicker and more intense than before.

“A-Abby you’re gonna—” Her tongue slides deep inside you, curling as she messily thrusts. “O-Oh fuck I’m gonna cum again—”

“Do it,” she murmurs, words slurring together as she fucks you, mind hazy and filled with nothing but your pussy against her face. “Need it so bad—"

Something bursts behind your eyes, white hot and all consuming. Your second orgasm shatters you, nothing but a long keening whine escaping your throat as you lock your thighs around Abby’s face, keeping her pressed so tight against your spasming cunt.

“Shit—I’m—” she gasps, a loud groan ripping from her throat as her own hips stutter, her orgasm rushing through her as she works you through your second, trapped between your thighs.

The muscles in your legs give out, thighs falling open and releasing Abby from where you were crushing her. You have to physically pull her away when it gets too much, when her tongue goes from being perfect and just what you need to overstimulating. “A-Abby… Too much…”

She parts from you with a groan, her wet cheek coated in a lewd mixture of her spit and your cum resting against your twitching thigh. She slips her hand out from her jeans, wiping her slick fingers on her inner thigh as her hips collapse down onto the truck bed.

You both lay there, catching your breath, the hand on your thigh rubbing soothing circles, your fingers gently massaging her scalp.

“That was…” You trail off, blinking your eyes open to look up at the stars. “I think you fucked the words out of me,” you giggle, smile growing as Abby laughs against your thigh, hiding her face against the flesh.

“Shit,” she sighs, laughter in her voice. “I really fucking needed that.”

You hum, raking your nails down her scalp. “Me too.”

♡ ︎♡ ︎♡

It takes you a bit to get situated again, gently cleaning each other up with the wipes you stashed deep in your bag, buttoning up jeans and pulling down skirts. Abby refuses to give you back your panties, keeping them buried in her back pocket for her to take home.

You’re sitting up against the truck cabin, back straight as Abby sits in front of you, letting you comb out and re-braid the hair that you messed up with your tugging and pulling. It’s nice, intimate, makes your heart pound wildly in your chest.

“There.” You finish tying off the end, letting the braid fall against her strong back. “You sure I wasn’t too rough?”

Abby snorts, leaning back to lay against your soft chest. You hook your chin over her shoulder, arms snaking around her middle. “Nah. You never are.”

You hum, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek. “Just checking.”

The two of you sit there, basking in the post-orgasm glow as the sky glitters above you. The sex is always amazing, but this is your favourite part; where Abby is loose and happy, free with her affections. Where she welcomes your touches and kisses, offering them in return.

It’s so cruel of her.

A buzz from the corner of the truck bed, lower than the purr of the crickets hiding in the grass breaks the peaceful silence. You try your best to ignore it, to cling to Abby in this moment, but it buzzes again, then once more.

Abby sighs, leaning out of your grasp and over to her bag in the corner, rifling through it for her phone. She turns it on as she rests back against your chest.

“Who is it?” You ask, trying to be as casual as possible.

She sighs, locking the screen and dropping it face first onto the blanket next to you. “Owen. He’s been blowing up my phone all day.”

Your stomach drops, the taste of strawberry on your tongue souring at the mention of his name.

You can’t help but feel a bit guilty for your reaction, knowing that really, Owen isn’t that bad of a guy. You’ve met him a few times, and though it kills you to admit it, you enjoyed his company. Everyone does. He’s just… nice.

“What does he want?”

You know what he wants, what stage of the cycle you’re trapped in.

“He wants to meet up, grab coffee or something.” Her voice is even, though slightly softer than usual. She picks at one of the rips in her jeans, no longer looking at the sky.

“Oh.” You shift, clearing your throat. “Are you going to go?”

The muscles in her back tense against your chest. Her breathing stutters, just for a second, before she breaths out long and slow. Resigned.

“Yeah, probably.” Then quieter, so much so you almost don’t catch it, “I miss him.”

Your heart shrivels up in your chest, shame and embarrassment crushing you under its shared weight.

You know how this goes; it happens the same way every single time. But you usually get a bit more time than this, a few more chances to commit the feeling of her to memory before Owen convinces her to ‘meet up to talk’.

“Why?” You ask before you can stop yourself, too much emotion slipping through your voice. “Why do you keep going back to him?”

Abby just shrugs. “It’s easy. He’s… familiar. Safe.” She pauses, like she’s trying to think of things to say, reasons why it should be obvious. “My dad likes him.”

And that’s it. That’s everything she offers you, because she has nothing else to say.

She leans back, bringing a calloused hand up to cup your cheek. You subconsciously tilt into it, your body seeking out every single touch of hers that she so graciously offers you.

She leans in, lips brushing yours ever so softly. Genuine.

Final.

“Come on. Let’s get you home.”

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[peeweekey]

super graphic ultra-modern girl like me!

pairing: haley x reader

wc: 2k

tags: mature (NOT explicit) , closeted lesbian haley , both of you are drunk , making out

synopsis: where sharing lipstick with your best friend haley makes you feel… things.

a/n: reader: oh ho ho, i sure hope kissing my bff doesnt awaken anything in me! (it did)

i wrote this listening to super graphic ultra modern girl by chappel roan! haley fits so many of her songs its insane

your head is aching, spinning like you were sent to another dimension that consists of disco flashing lights and the nauseating smell of spilt vodka—all thanks to the sheer amount of alcohol you consumed in the past 5 hours. it’s pushing 3 AM—the strappy 4 inch heels are chafing your feet, the skimpy skirt clinging to your hips ride up in a way that would scandalize the small village mothers, and body glitter covering every inch of your skin. 

you feel light, weightless as you flutter and float through the rhythmic bass engulfing the club. you nod your head to the beat of the music, swaying your hips that loosen with every sip of the sweet alcoholic drink in your hand. 

you’re bouncing up and down to party rock anthem when your phone buzzes. fishing it out of your pocket, you squint your eyes to make out the notification. you bow your head, trying to make out the message over the flashing lights.

an amused laugh bubbles out of you. haley.

—> go 2 thr bathroon rn

—> hurry or else

you turn and wobble out of the middle of the dance floor, swaying to the beat while maneuvering the sea of sweaty bodies. the bathroom is in an isolated corner by the entrance of the club. you push the door open, stumbling slightly when it takes a little less effort than you expect.

you enter the club bathroom, shutting the ornate door behind you. it slams with a resounding slam, dampening the loud candy pop songs blaring through the party outside. 

your heels click against cool marble as you saunter to the long, seemingly endless, stretch of mirrors and faucets. twisting the knob, a rush of tap water flows freely; it contrasts satisfyingly with the heated skin of your hands. you wet your fingers, dabbing your cheeks and neck with cool water. you sigh, shivering with the instant relief it brings.

as you cool yourself off, you think—you do wonder what haley’s predicament is, she texted you with much urgency. 

perhaps she fell into the toilet—or maybe she’s drunk herself to the point of spewing her guts out in one of these very cubicles. the latter though makes you giggle. a notification buzzes from your phone, as if the sound of your laughter summoned it.

—> idiot

—> i can hear u laughing from here

you snort.

suddenly, without warning, you feel a warm hand pull you into a stall. it’s a sudden jerking motion, and you almost lose your balance to fall flat on your face. a gasp rips out of you as you clutch on to the very warm, very soft thing that keeps you from falling and twisting your ankle. before you even register the situation, you’re being dragged in to sit on the closed lid of the toilet. 

you’re frazzled, knocked off balance by a rude and very disrespectful stranger who obviously has no morals. you feel your blood boil, ruthless insults ready at the tip of your tongue—

—then you look up, and that feeling dissipates. instead, a cheshire grin splits your face, “haley.”

she’s the living breathing stereotype of a wild party girl like this; blonde hair in waves down her back that smells sweetly of strawberries, nails buffed and painted a pretty baby blue, and make-up done up to the absolute nines. her sequin skirt sparkles and winks as she shifts. pretty, you’ll ask if you could borrow it next time—

manicured fingers snap and you’re pushed out of your own thoughts. haley crosses her arms, standing in between your thighs, looking down at you with a displeased expression. “took you long enough.”

you offer a sheepish smile. “i was busy.”

“yeah,” she sneers, locking the stall door behind her. “busy shaking your ass to trashy zuzu club songs.” 

you ignore the sharp jab with a roll of your eyes. “what’s up?” you ask, your words slur slightly, almost tapering off into incomprehensible gibberish. “didya you puke or something?”

“ew. no,”the loud is just making my head hurt,” she replies, massaging her temples. “stick your legs together, i’m gonna sit on your lap.”

she knocks your thighs together with her knee. haley maneuvers you to her liking, your bare thighs pressing together when she spins and sits perpendicular to your lap.

“hm.” you feel the weight of her settle on top of your thighs. the warmth of her skin meeting yours under the cut of her skirt. you barely repress a shiver at the heat radiating off her skin. “woah! okay now you really have to tell me what’s going on.”

you're met with a faceful of strawberry-scented blonde hair when she shifts away—ignoring you. good news for her, your drink-addled brain doesn’t seem to care. in fact, your drunk brain figures it is a perfect time to shamelessly flirt. your tongue is loose enough, and your brain has completely thrown away its filter. as friends, of course; building camaraderie as people say.

“you smell nice, did you use that strawberry shampoo i gave?” you murmur, brushing the locks away from your face. you feel haley squirm in your lap. you know she used it, the pride bubbles up in you at the thought. 

it’s overly warm, that plus the buttloads of alcohol brewing in your gut makes your skin feel on fire. 

haley growls. “stop talking, dumbass.”

you roll your eyes, pinching her thigh. she yelps, high and breathy, swatting your hand away. she meets your eyes, her blonde brows furrowed.

“geez…” a lazy smile playing on your lips. “just take the compliment, hales.”

a ghost of a smirk appears on her cherry colored lips. glossy and pink. you wonder if they taste as sweet and tart as real cherries do—

you wince internally. thinking like that is not a good idea. damn your alcohol foggy brain, making you think of the inane idea of lusting after your best friend. 

you knock your forehead into her shoulder. “so are we just going to sit here all day?”

“i just need to touch up my lipstick,” she says. facing you with an expectant look. “then we can go back.”

“and that’s why you called me,” you raise a brow. your gaze trails to the cherry coat on her lips—it looks perfectly fine to you. in fact, she looks absolutely darling like this. 

“you need some?”

“…are you offering?”

“why not? we share all my shit anyway,” you shrug. “i think it’s somewhere in my purse—”

“where’s your purse?”

“i left it with the others, i think it’s with abby, i'll text her.” you say. fumbling for your phone, you reach in the hidden pocket of your skirt. the walls enclosing the cubicle restrict your movements; you bump your elbow against the flimsy wood as you dig deeper into the flimsy pocket. your skirt is skin-tight against your hips, you feel the woman above becoming increasingly agitated as your attempts to fish out your phone come out fruitless.

haley huffs above you, shifting; making your wary gaze snap back to her. she looks down at you with a pout—you’re damn sure she’s just as hammered as you.

“too far,” she whines, taking a firm grip of your jaw. your cheeks puff with the force of her squishing them, you feel the pointed tips of her nails digging into the fat there. she swings a leg over you, her hips bracketing your waist as she sits atop you. 

this position feels strangely intimate; like all your senses are overwhelmed with only haley. the heady scent of her skin, the short sounds of her breathing in your ears, the burning feeling wherever she touches—it’s all her, her, her.

which shouldn’t make you feel the way it’s making you feel; like you're buzzing with adrenaline. you feel the blood coursing through your veins at race car speeds—spreading all throughout your body. your cheeks feel hot, you feel dizzy with all your senses stimulated by your best friend.

the reverberating bass from the music outside shakes the walls; like some sort of finality as it thumps, thumps, thumps.

“hales,” you start, your mouth dry. “what—”

she stares at you, her crystalline eyes shining in the dim light of the bathroom. a pretty pink flush paints her cheeks til the tips of her pearl-adorned ears. you feel her breaths against your cheek—short and warm. “stay still, the gloss you have on your lips will do.”

your ears have to be fucking with you… your eyes widen and you swear you feel your heart jump up into your throat. “huh—”

“what?” she says in response to your wide-eyed expression. her tone drops to something akin to a purr. “your lipstick is such a pretty shade.”

helping is what friends are for, right? maybe this is merely the alcohol talking; because she doesn’t like you like that, totally—and the disappointment you feel is not because of that either. 

you swallow the heavy lump in your throat; your voice is strangled and stuttery when you speak. “f—fine.”

“perfect,” she grins. “hold still.”

this is the least you were expecting when you walked into the club bathroom; who knew you’d end up with haley in your lap and hovering over for what is technically a kiss. you will your eyes not to close, burning the view of her leaning over you into your brain. you shudder; this is not a sight that will leave you for months to come.

you squeeze her hip as her face hovers closer, palm lingering at her scratchy sequin miniskirt. you crane your neck, anticipating the brush of her lips against yours. your other hand travels to her upper back, stroking her locks of golden hair; under your ministrations, you feel her tremor slightly.

it feels like eternity when you finally connect. 

sparks fly the moment you feel the plush softness of her mouth against yours, moving in a salacious rhythm that you doubt is for only sharing lipstick. 

her lips are sticky with what remains of that cherry lip gloss; it smears all over your own lips, spreading your deep red lipstick everywhere; at the corner of your lips, at your chin. your eyes flutter shut, a contented sigh escapes your mouth and haley uses that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. she drags her hand up and up, curling her fingers into the base of your neck.

you jolt, the pleasure fogs your mind; your thoughts are muddy, the only coherent thing is of haley. 

your tongue swipes at her bottom lip, chasing the fruity flavor of cherry cola on her lips. it’s sweet, she’s sweet. you feel lightheaded with the overwhelming sensations of it. sure, you’ve kissed once or twice—but it never felt like this; soft and desperate and hot and tingly, affecting you all throughout your body. 

your breaths are labored when she pulls away and you feel it's too soon. a clicking wet sound when her mouth disconnects from yours that makes you shiver. you feel dizzy with warmth; heat is pooling low in your belly, a low buzzing sensation overwhelms everywhere haley touches. 

her lips as wine-red as yours. the same color lipstick smeared messily on her lips. haley wipes the corner of your cupid’s bow, where some of the color had smudged, her breathing heavy and pupils dilated as you stare. her hands feel delightfully warm and soft against your skin. golden strands of hair brush against your cheeks, making you squirm in your seat.

you can barely restrain your delighted giggle, in awe of the absurdity of the situation. haley laughs too, a light sound like a tinkling bell. you slump against the cold tile wall behind you, boneless and in disbelief— did you really just make out with your best friend? and at a grimy club bathroom no less.

time seems suspended here, cramped in a stall with only the sound of heavy breathing. there will be a lot more questions when you leave, lingering glances at your pleasure-pulled hair and smeared lipstick. 

this is what friends do, what you and haley do. your eyes track her every move, unabashedly staring as she readjusts her top. haley catches your eye, smiling like the cat that got all the cream. 

she cranes her face to your ear, whispering. “thanks for the touch up, babe.”

[majoryeager104]

i need teen touya bringing home his so pleaseeee and like meeting his parents and sibilings and how would he act aaaargh

omgggg i love this 😭🙏

Teen Touya x gn!reader hc’s plus a bit of a blurb at the end

warnings: language

Touya introducing you to the todofam?

They either already know you

And he’s just bragging that he pulled you (💅💅💅)

Or they have absolutely no idea who you are

And everyone is shocked 

Except Natsuo

Because Touyas been yapping on about you for ages

And Natsu is basically his therapist atp

So he just pats Touya on the back

Like “finally”

Fuyumi would be ELATED. 

Her big brother finally sharing a close bond with someone who isn’t his siblings or his teddy bear? Score

She’s so proud

Shoto on the other hand would just be like 🧍

“Ok” *shrugs and leaves*

But he’s lowkey happy for his big brother

Lowkey

He’d most definitely take you to see Rei in person 

And Rei would be almost on the brink of tears

Just glad her bby is healing yk 😭

She definitely invites you to visit whenever you want to

Bc you talk to her for five minutes and boom she adores you already

Future in-law ong 😭🙏

She’s planning your wedding mentally

But moving on before I start simping for Rei

Touya would never

And I mean NEVER

Let Enji meet you. 

He can invite you to family dinners all he wants

He keeps you as separated from his family drama as he possibly can

Which means Enji probably has no clue that you two even know each other. 

Till he walks in with you

To which Enji acts unsurprised 

But is secretly like confused as hell cos like “I didn’t even know he had friends ☝️💀”

Buuut

If the two of you knew each other previously 

And you knew about his family issues long beforehand

And he brings you home

NO ONE WILL BE SHOCKED. 

THEY ALL HAVE NATSUOS REACTION

EVEN SHOTO

“Fucking finally!” Natsuo shoved Touyas shoulder playfully, grinning ear to ear “aww! So it’s official now?” Fuyumi fawned, giggling as she hugged you in greeting. “Does this mean you’ll stop threatening me when I catch you guys kissing-” Shoto tilted his head, everyone turning to look at Touya, who’d placed a firm hand over his youngest brothers mouth, a shocked and embarrassed expression painting his face. “You gotta be kidding me dude” Touya sighed, standing straight while you giggled. “Sorry” Shoto said, his voice muffled by Touyas hand. Touya stepped back, releasing Shoto as you and Fuyumi giggled behind him “‘s not funny” “it totally is” you grinned, Natsuo joining in on the laughter

(Vs they don’t know you)

“Fucking finally!” Natsuo grinned, putting his hands on his hips. Fuyumi gasped behind him. “A PARTNER? SINCE WHEN?” She shuffled over to you, the chatting beginning as Touya sneered slightly at Natsuo, who looked awfully pleased with himself. Meanwhile, Enji was sat nearby, a monotonous expression on his face as he watched the scene, saying nothing. Shoto looked up from his book, waving at you, before returning to his chapter. “Yeah, yeah, quit with the chatting, dinners ready!” Natsuo said, after returning from checking the food on the stove, still grinning at Touya. “You know if you wanna keep actin weird we can just leave!” Touya said, irritated by their sudden elated chatting, as he faced a response of laughter from his siblings, and even you, his empty threat clearly seen for what it was. 

(Natsuos reaction to both being “fucking finally!” Had to be my favorite thing tbh)

(Was listening to this while I wrote so 🎀🎀🎀)

Banner Creds to @ ebeniizo 🙌🙌🙌

[logolepsy-babble]

Casual by Chappell Roan feat. My Real Experiences and the Marauders

James: Hi, everyone. Do you remember the casual trend a while back? Can I have your vote on if they’re casual or not?

Sirius: We’re listening.

James: Was it casual when I told you that you were pretty and you told me I was back?

Mary: James, I don’t understand man affection but as girls that’s the same as offering someone water when you get water.

Sirius: I tell James he’s pretty all the time.

Mary: Yes, but you two are weird.

Peter: I don’t tell other guys they’re pretty.

Mary: Not the point. As a girl, she meant it casual.

James: Was it casual when you sent me good morning messages the moment you woke up and you never understood why you felt urged to?

Marlene: Oh! That’s…

Sirius: Could be romantic, could be platonic. You do you. Continue.

Jason: Was it casual when you wouldn’t let our conversations end and would have me stay just because you loved talking to me?

Everyone pauses.

Mary: …Yes?

Lily: Maybe she felt comfortable enough with you? Familial?

Marlene: (joking) Is it casual when we were in the family zone?

Sirius: Ask my parents.

James: Was it casual when I caught you stalking my account because you accidentally liked a picture?

Peter: It’s not my fault you haven’t been hot in a while.

Remus: That’s a no. Unless she is looking at your account for a friend.

Mary: Or she just met you. I say yes, Remus says no. Keep talking.

James: Was it casual when you started waking up earlier to text me and going to bed the same time as me so you can talk to me immediately?

Marlene: Who the fuck is this about? Merlin, fuck.

Remus: Per my own experience, that is not platonic.

Lily: Who did that to you?

Sirius: Aye aye.

Lily: Why did I ask?

Remus: The Blacks love sending mixed signals.

James clears his throat.

James: Was it casual when I told you I thought you were the sun—I knew the sun and the star were both stars but I thought they were the same type—and you immediately wrote a rebuttal; telling me I instead were the sun because I brought light to you. Telling me I was the sun because I comforted you and helped you see a new view on life? And also educated me, while calling me an idiot, on the types of stars.

Emmeline: It sounds like a Slytherin. Or a Ravenclaw.

Sirius: That’s not what we’re figuring out. That is… not casual.

Mary: …Not casual. If I know anything about comparisons to the moon and stars—

Marlene: Because of them. (points to Remus and Sirius)

Mary: —they are never casual.

James: Was it casual when I told you I liked you and you followed it by telling me I was pretty, so pretty.

Lily: Now I want to figure out who this is.

Emmeline: That— (points at James) —is not? Casual?

Sirius: Mmm not casual.

Mary: Extremely casual.

Marlene: How?

Mary: Well, I imagine the circumstance is James told them ‘I like you!’ and she replied with a simple ‘your hair is pretty nice’ in which James took as ‘you’re pretty.’

Lily: Makes sense…

James: It wasn’t— It was a ‘I fancy you’ which was replied with ‘you’re insufferable.’

Mary: That is not the same as ‘you’re pretty’.

Emmeline: Unless it was a Slytherin. James, was it a Slytherin?

Peter: Don’t tell them, I want to guess this myself. Keep going.

James: Was it casual when you made out with me because I was talking too much?

Marlene: THAT FUCKING ESCALATED!

Remus: No, definitely not.

Sirius: How do you platonically make out with someone?

Marlene: Not fucken like that.

James: That’s it.

Peter: Is this all one person?

James: Yes.

Peter: This year?

James: Yes.

Peter: Is she a Slytherin?

James, hesitating: Yesth?

Peter: The fuck does that mean?

Marlene: How do you not know her Hogwarts house?

James: I know the Hogwarts house.

Lily: Oh! Is he a Slytherin?

James: Yes.

Remus: This feels like we’re playing bloody Guess Who.

Sirius: We are, catch up!

Remus: I meant the muggle game.

Sirius: Is he in the same year?

James, smiling: No.

Peter: Who does James talk to?

Sirius: The Skittles, us, and— is it Rosier?

James, sputtering: NO. No.

Sirius: Okay.

Lily: James, Quidditch or no Quidditch?

James, back to smiling: He does play Quidditch. On the team.

Sirius: Is it… Emma Vanity?

Peter: He said it was a boy, Sirius.

Sirius: I’m just naming random Slytherins I know!

Emmeline: Rude… educated… stars… Slytherin… hangs out with James—oh Godric. Is it…

Emmeline whispers in James’ ear.

James: Yes.

Emmeline: You two? Seriously? The both? Since when? How? He likes people?

James: He dated Crouch Junior in year four?

Marlene: Dated the Ravenclaw prodigy?

Peter: You guessed it? Already?

Emmeline: How long?

James: We’ve dated about a month, I’d say.

Sirius: AND YOU NEVER TOLD US? This better have the more sensical—

Remus&Lily: Not a word.

Sirius: —reason to have been hiding this.

Peter: Rip the band-aid off.

James: Regulus Black.

Sirius: Put the band-aid back on.

[summercreolefanfictioner]

the scent wafts in, her name making him beg on his knees chapter 3

pairing: dabi / todoroki touya x fem!oc / reader (MODERN AU)

WARNING: mentions of sex, violence, slight swearing

chapter summary: Touya tells his therapist the moment he decided he should date her for real.

a/n: It was an emotional roller coaster as I wrote this chapter. I was listening lately to Chappell Roan's Casual and it literally made me cry

masterlist

Fuyumi was Touya's next visitor, and he was silently gobbling up her homemade soba, noting how she got more adept in cooking than before. Nah, he just was not home for 7 years. As if he would know if she improved or not. Only Natsuo and Shouto could tell the truth.

While he was busy eating, Fuyumi kept narrating random stories of Natsuo finally proposing to his girlfriend. However, he has decided to remove himself from the family register, opting to adapt his future wife's family name to theirs. As much as Fuyumi wanted to scold him, she knew this would put Natsuo at ease. He didn't want to be associated with the sins of their family, hence his conclusion after Touya's return. She also added that she already left her teaching job for something similar that pays more. Plus, there had been a ruckus lately that media outlets got wind of Touya's return. To this day, they are still wanting confirmation if Enji will finally step down as the CEO and appoint Touya as his successor.

"Dad made sure no one would know you're here. He made a public announcement that you were visiting a few relatives as part of your reunion with them," she assured him, then remembered something. "Oh, speaking of, Shouto visited you last time, right? He didn't give you a hard time?"

Touya slurped his noodles, gulped the last bite, and looked at her straight. "He brought me candy."

Fuyumi clapped her hands in glee, though a bit awkward. She has never been around Touya ever since he told her about how they were all failures. "H-He did, huh? Did you like them?"

Touya frowned. He's still not on good terms with Shouto yet, but he's not mad at him either. He ate the candies as proof of that. "I don't like the beer ones. They taste too sugary and sour."

"Okay. I'll take note of that."

Time ticked by, and the agony constricted in his throat. They used to be in sync, almost in tune with each other's minds. It was his fault and his immature ways of belittling her even though he was generally weak against her and their mother. There was no way he was hurt whenever he hurt his siblings, especially her. Fuyumi was his precious sister, and she stood up as their makeshift mother when all things went south even when she didn't have to.

"Touya-nii, I heard what you did in high school," she started hesitantly, "you know... the reason you got suspended before you ran away."

Touya tensed at that, holding his breath in shock. He wanted to bury that memory in secret. She didn't want her to know what he did before he decided to pack up jack shit and run away from all this. After a few seconds, he heard her giggling and said to him:

"Actually, I kicked him on the shin when I saw him." Then she glared and hissed in a whisper, "Don't tell the others, okay? I skipped a class just so I could run on him in the hallway back then."

There was silence, and then Touya chuckled, light humor coming from his lips before it turned into full-on laughter, embarrassing Fuyumi who was already flustered as it is.

"W-Wha—Touya-nii! Why are you laughing?! It's not funny!" she chided, pouting like she did when he successfully laid out his pranks on her.

He sighed in contentment, the laughter dying as he placed his chin on one hand and smirked.

"You really are my sister, after all," he snickered, sending him a mischievous grin as she huffed in annoyance. "So what happened? Was he able to walk afterward?"

Fuyumi only shrugged, seeming not to care about how this jerk was doing or if he was even alive up until now. "I don't know. I just heard people say he skipped the whole day because he couldn't walk back to class."

Touya whistled. "Damn. Now I suddenly feel bad for all his unborn children."

"Shut up, you!"

And they talked some more about mundane things, how Touya was coping with everything happening in the facility, even secretly told her he carried an mp3 player just so he could listen to his girlfriend's voice. "I bet it's all her moaning your name or something perverted." "Fuyumi-chan, I am not that perverted." "Whatever~" He also found out about their mother taking up painting, so Enji bought this one big studio so she could paint and relax; and also the fact that Shouto was dating someone from his class, someone named Momo or something. He has yet to introduce her formally to the family, though.

"How about your girlfriend, Touya-nii?" Fuyumi suggested. "When can we meet her?"

"When the time is right," he replied dryly, but honestly, he didn't know. Touya left her after that night, and he knew his girlfriend was an understanding woman, and she had lots of patience. He just hoped she would still be there since he wasn't writing her anything, even to the point of not disclosing his main residence and the facility he was in.

"By the way, is there anything else you need before I go?" Fuyumi asked.

"Make me soba again," he requested with a soft smile. "I missed this."

"Okay."

"And also..." Touya frowned, looking away in embarrassment. "Ask Shouto to bring more of those cigarette candies. Don't tell him I like them, though."

Fuyumi giggled at his silly behavior. Some things never really change. "Of course. Anything else."

"Fuyumi-chan."

"Hm?"

Touya sighed, looking at her straight in the eye, wanting to convey his sincerity. He'd been holding it since he left them years ago.

"I'm sorry about what I said before... about us being failed creations. You're perfect, Fuyumi-chan, just the way you are."

Fuyumi held her breath, her hands on her chest as she took in his words. Touya apologized to her. He apologized... after seven years. She knew he didn't have to because all she understood at the time was him being frustrated and mad at their father for neglecting them, and that he was just venting out his feelings on her. That's why Fuyumi held it in. All the responsibility of holding the family together was pushed onto her shoulders, especially when Touya left. She knew their family was broken beyond repair, and yet he held her own feat, ensuring she would get them all to eat dinner together or spend time just a bit.

And now... now it felt like Fuyumi could finally be at ease and care about herself more.

"Jeez, you didn't have to," she berated him, wiping a few tears rolling down her cheeks. "I already forgave you a long time ago, Touya-nii."

Touya softened at that, finally coming to terms with her. Afterwards, he handed her a slip of paper, and it contained a list of items.

"Burn a hole in Father's credit card with those things and buy yourself your favorite things. I need them."

Fuyumi scanned the items, noting how Touya was very specific with the brand name of the soap he wanted as well as the perfume. It was odd, considering how her brother had certain favorites when it came to the hygiene department. Nonetheless, if he wanted it, then he would have it.

"Got it. I'll bring them here next time."

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"Did you like her when you first met her?" the therapist asked. "Like, as in you had a crush or was attracted."

Touya contemplated the perfect answer since he had a lot on his mind when he first met her. He could even go on and on about "Oh, yeah, sure. She was pretty, and I think she knows she's pretty, but she's not the 'all heads will turn over' pretty. She was just alright. And when I first saw her, she was always dressed up like she was in spring, and she was all meek and stuttering I thought a cat got her tongue so twisted like that or something. But I wasn't really attracted to her like that. She was a lot of trouble, given her situation with her ex and all, so I really didn't like her that much. Then again, she was always nice to me, and she didn't complain that much. Plus, she minds her own business, so I don't mind being around her."

But instead of telling his therapist what was on his mind, he just merely said. "Not really. She's troublesome."

"Okay," the therapist nodded. "So what made you decide to date her if you find her troublesome?"

"The situation just called for it. At that time, she was done mourning about her breakup with her ex, and I have been staying over more than usual at her place. One day, she asked what kind of relationship we had because she was weirded out at the fact that I knew she liked me and she didn't like it when there were no labels. I didn't seem to mind her, so I said we should go for it."

Now that he heard himself say it, Touya couldn't believe how simpleminded he was about declaring their relationship like it was some kind of one-and-done deal or some simple task he needed to get done. He could've given her a bit of romance instead of just dating her just for the sake of it.

She deserved all my love, after all.

"So you took advantage of the situation?"

"Hmm... kind of."

No, that wasn't it. There's more to why he decided to be with her. He was a bit late when he fell for her (or rather when he realized he was in love with her), so there was a side of him that regretted how he acted like some kind of constipated teenage boy whenever she would try doing lovey-dovey stints. Well, who could blame him? Touya has dated a few girls before (with only one of them lasting for about a year, he guesses? Ah, he doesn't know anymore), so being with her was new. He could even say she was a lot more experienced in dating than him, which kind of sucked because he had sort of "explored" more in the dating field than her.

"At that time, I thought I wanted to be there for her."

"Why do you think you wanted to be there for her?"

Silence.

"Do you feel indebted because she let you stay over even if you weren't her boyfriend at the time?"

Silence.

"Were you pitying her after everything that happened between her and her ex-boyfriend?"

Touya shook his head.

"Did you feel like she needed you at the time?"

"I..."

Did she really? Was he really needed at the time? She never said anything. When she was having her own silent pity party, she had acted as usual, and it did not occur to him at all if a lot was going on in her mind about her ex or if she was regretting her decision to dump his cheating ass. She never fully opened up to him about what exactly happened. She just informed him that she had already broken up with that cheater; that was all. Then weeks passed, and everything was normal, except for her and her unusual silence.

Then one day, she suddenly asked him, "Hey, Dabi-kun? Umm... what are we?"

He had to turn off the television to focus on her as she sat on the other end of the couch, her hands fiddling with her skirt as she shyly breathed out to calm herself. She must've been thinking hard about opening this topic to him, considering the way she was trying to articulate the right words.

"You know about my feelings for you, and ever since I broke up with..." She never dared to mention his name; she wanted him out of their lives already, "you know who, you've been staying here a lot. It's not like I don't want you here. I just... well... I just need clarification, I guess?"

"You guess?" Touya raised a brow, observing her movements and waiting for her to finally get it over with.

"Well, I don't know what to call you. A roommate, perhaps?" Then she shook her head at the term. "That's not it. We're not even sharing a room."

"Oh." Touya smirked teasingly, scooting a bit closer, but not too much. There was still a safe distance between them. "So you want me to share a room with you? How bold."

She instantly flushed at his words, hearing him chuckle lightly as she tried her hardest to be direct. "W-Well... I can't call you a friend. I don't want you as a friend. But I don't like being in a situation where I don't know what exactly we are to each other."

"Then go ahead."

Huh?

"Go ahead and do what you want. I don't mind if we date."

Now that got her scrambling towards him on her knees, suddenly clasping his hands in hers. "R-Really? I can call you my boyfriend and I am now your girlfriend?"

Touya was stunned at the physical touch but nonetheless maintained his composure. "Just so you know, you're gonna regret this. I'm still not gonna give you what you want."

I cannot give you romance. I'm not the best person for that. I don't have an inkling about love and all that stuff. I don't do boyfriend things. That's why, you can back out now. Just find someone else and let me go because I couldn't do it. I'm a jackass for not wanting to be with you yet staying.

"Then, we are dating."

"Okay."

She brought his hands to her cheeks and then laid a warm kiss on his skin affectionately. For the first time, he saw her wear a genuine smile, something she never did. It was that day when he felt so special to see that kind of rare face, and it was only for his eyes—him and no one else's.

"Okay."

"All my life, I wanted to be chosen. I wanted to be given special treatment because I was someone's favorite. She gave that feeling to me. There has never been a day when she would make me feel otherwise. For her, even if I never gave her the best things or even if all I could do was be angry and vent out, I was the perfect person she could ask for. And I knew the consequences of her choosing me, and I knew they would all be not good for her. It didn't sit well with me to leave her alone."

"So, it wasn't love. You didn't love her. You wanted the feeling she gave you."

"At first," Touya admitted. "Eventually, I did. It was not the hardest thing. She became so important to me I don't want to lose her."

"That's why you're here, in this facility, even if you really didn't want to."

"... Yes."

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"So far away from the start to the end...

And everything seems so pale and blue...

Worst come along to despair...

Come and take me with you far away..."

Touya lay on his bed, listening to the same song he plays whenever he wants sleep to take over him. Remembering her should've brought him joy, a sense of reason in living in this world full of pain and misery; but it only made him realize how much he deprived her of the very thing she wanted from the start.

Love.

Love fucking hurts so bad, he thought, blue eyes staring at the ceiling as he imagined her hovering on top of him. In his mind, she would tuck her hair beneath her ear and smile lovingly at him. And then, she would touch his cheek and kiss his forehead, saying "Wake up, Dabi. Food's already prepared on the table." But then, for him, at the time, it felt like she was loving a stranger, not him. After all, Dabi was not his real name. He was Todoroki Touya, hence his reasoning that she did not really love the real him until that night when he allowed himself to be free from all the hate he carried, to be foolish and naive of all the hurt and just let her embrace him.

"Say my name for me. My name is Touya. Don't call me Dabi. You said you knew Dabi's not my real name, right?"

"Touya."

He kissed her cheek. "One more," he whispered in her ear, wrapping her legs around his hips so he could comfortably settle her on his lap.

Her arms held his shoulders as he buried his face in her neck. The more he peppered kisses on her skin, the more unbearable the desire she had for him.

"Todoroki."

"Eh?"

"Todoroki Touya," he revealed, pulling away to look straight at her. He rubbed his thumb across her lip, feeling the softness against his finger as he was tempted to take a dive and savor her sweet taste. Touya would have to wait, though, until she could finally remember his real self and accept every inch of him. His name. The white hair. His blue eyes. The burnt scars on his skin. The demons inside his brain telling him everything was too good to be true. That this was all just a ploy; a good dream he never had, and soon, she will disappear and not remember him.

"Please remember that. That's my real name. Todoroki is written as roaring fire, and Touya means lamp arrow. That's my name." Touya tightened his embrace around her waist, and it made her swoon, letting his breath ghost over his skin as a mark of his territory. "Say my name for me."

"Todoroki Touya," she repeated to his hair, hearing him sigh in relief as he arranged their position, entering her slowly as she moaned again, "T-Todoroki... T-Touya—AH!"

He chuckled, looking up at her with mirth as he moved slowly to let her adjust. "That's one way of saying my name."

"T-Touya!" She only covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. "That's so mean."

He removed her hands from her face and leaned closer, his lips barely touching hers as he said with a teasing grin, "But you love me, don't you?"

She didn't deny his claim, further letting him close as he claimed her lips in a searing kiss, angling his head so he could take her deeper and have a taste of her heaven. "You know I love you. I always do."

Touya kissed her lips lightly. "That's great; because I love you too."

And then she cried so much it could turn into a waterfall. Touya knew it was all worth the wait, and yet, he could only spend that one night before having to leave her for her sake. If he wanted to give her love, then he would have to face his demons first. As he listens to the song again, he reaches out a hand and imagines it was her face he was holding.

"Please wait for me."

Silence.

"Okay?"

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Shouto visited him three days after Fuyumi did, handing him three boxes of the fake cigarettes he had given before. In exchange, Touya slipped an envelope with a specific name and address. Along with it were a few stems of baby's breath attached with tape on the front to seal the letter. Shouto wanted to comment on the creativity even if the style looked somewhat like a dork would do. Then again, this was a treatment center, not an art supplies shop, and Touya had to manage with what he could get his hands on.

"Please drop that letter to that specific address in person," Touya instructed carefully, emphasizing the last part. "Do not send it to a local postal office. Just give it to the person directly. Understand?"

Shouto read the name at the back. 

"Who's this?" his younger brother asked.

Touya opened the pack of fake cigarettes and took one stick between his teeth like he did a few months ago. Unlike the nicotine flavor, the taste of mint and chocolate coated his tongue. "She's my girlfriend. We haven't talked ever since I returned to the main house. Might as well inform her I'm still alive and we're still dating."

"Oh." Shouto blinked in realization. Touya had mentioned when he returned to the main house that he stayed with someone for two years and added that it was a girl. Of course, it did not take a genius to figure out he was talking about his girlfriend, making their mother so proud that their oldest brother had found someone to be with during his hardest times.

However...

Touya-nii had never talked about his girlfriend to us. Did not even say her name or where she lives or her job. But Fuyumi-nee said Touya-nii carries an mp3 player with his girlfriend's voice.

"What if I don't meet her there?" Shouto asked for confirmation. "You said you haven't talked since you returned."

Touya jeered at the idea. "That's a load of bull. She won't do that. She said she's mine, so she's mine, and I'm hers."

He sounds like his younger self, Shouto blankly thought, staring at the envelope in his hand. "But why me? You could've entrusted this to Natsu-nii or Fuyumi-nee."

"No thanks." Touya could only imagine Natsuo and Fuyumi throwing jabs at him for being so lovey-dovey with her or berating him for not contacting her for so long. "You're the one who knows me so well. I know I can trust you with that."

Shouto had to keep the envelope in the inside pocket of his denim jacket.

"Fine. You owe me soba."

"Sure. Once I get out of here."

"No. I want it now."

"Just blow from Father's card. Thank me later."

Afterwards, Shouto handed a bag of items that Touya specifically requested from Fuyumi, and he noticed that the first thing Touya took out was the perfume. Actually, Shouto was with Fuyumi when they bought it, and when they took a whiff, they marveled at how good it smelled. "Smells like fresh laundry and Sunday morning," they alluded. But it was a lot different from their brother. Touya's range of perfumes did not smell like this one.

But for some reason, seeing as how Touya held a small smile when he took a sniff, Shouto thinks maybe his brother's tastes might have changed in ways they never knew.

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The next day, Shouto went to the address mentioned in the letter, making sure he as the correct room number and all that stuff. He pressed the doorbell once. No answer. Another press. Still no answer. He sighed, settling for knocking on the door rudely to alert the person inside. And when no one was still answering, he made the banging sound louder.

"Can I help you? I'm the landlord here."

Shouto looked to his left and saw an old woman carrying a small basket of laundry. At first, she seemed overjoyed but when Shouto turned his full face to her, she became disheartened, setting aside her basket on the ground.

"I'm sending a letter to someone," he said, taking out the envelope. "Her name is... My brother specifically told me to give it to her in person."

"Oh!" The woman clasped her hands in glee. "No wonder I thought you were familiar. Your left side looked a lot like her boyfriend. Tell me, is your brother doing okay?"

Shouto was dumbfounded at what he heard as he touched the side that had his red hair and blue eyes. My left side... looks a lot like... Touya-nii? But Touya-nii has white hair, and I don't have piercings.

"A-Ah, he's doing okay," he replied, trying to be polite but also not mentioning his brother undergoing rehab and therapy. News had been circulating online and if word got out that Touya was alcohol- and cigarette-dependent, the media and paparazzi would disturb their family's peace.

The woman sighed in relief. "I really thought they broke up. She said she hadn't received anything from him ever since he found another job somewhere away from Shizuoka."

Shouto could only nod, not knowing what to say considering he couldn't divulge more information about his brother. "Umm... is she not there?"

"Ah, forgive me! She went out earlier for her doctor's appointment. She'll be back later."

Shouto held the envelope in his hands. While the thought of asking the landlord to give it to woman sounded good, he remembered Touya's words.

"Just give it to the person directly. Understand?"

"Maybe I can give her the letter," she offered but Shouto shook his head.

"I'll come back another time," he replied and went on his merry way.'

He walked down the apartment and trudged down the street when he saw a pregnant woman with long dark hair holding an umbrella in one hand while the other had a bag of oranges. Seeing her face from afar, Shouto noted that the woman looked pretty (not as beautiful as his Momo, of course), her whole appearance donning a spring fashion with her summer dress and flip flops. She adjusted the loose hair from her face, causing her to accidentally drop the bag of oranges. Good thing, Shouto was there to help, quickly helping her pick up the oranges as her condition prevented her from doing so.

"I'll help you take this with you," he said.

The pretty woman was ecstatic, sighing as she rubbed a hand on her belly. It wasn't that big yet, but it was visible to anyone's eye. As they were walking, Shouto couldn't help but notice her familiar scent; the same one he and Fuyumi bought for Touya. And to further confirm his suspicion, they were standing in front of her door, the same door he had knocked on earlier.

He glanced at the woman beside him, carefully memorizing her features. Again, long dark hair with the most vivid hazel eyes that shine so bright. Feminine features that resemble spring and a warm smile. The scent of fresh laundry and a lazy Sunday morning. Also, the slightly visible bump on her stomach. Maybe, she could be the answer to his dilemma.

"I can carry on from here," she chirped, then bowed politely. "Thank you, sir."

"Are you...?" he asked.

Please say yes. Please let it be you.

She nodded in surprise. "T-That's me. Is there a problem?"

With determination, Shouto took out the letter from his jacket and handed it to her. When she saw the familiar handwriting on the back and the stems of the baby's breath taped on the front, her heart pounded in anticipation. She looked back at Shouto.

"I'm Todoroki Shouto, and I'm here on behalf of my brother, Todoroki Touya."

She breathed hard at the revelation. So, it was true. Touya never backed out on what he said in his previous letter before he left. He wasn't letting her go. He will come back for her, and make her his again. As she touched her pregnancy bump, Shouto could notice the unease in her expression.

"Can I come in?" he asked. "I just—"

She pened the door. "I'll have tea ready for you."

The world started spinning for her again.

next chapter

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Your head canons r so cool pls make more 🙏🏼

MORE OF MY UNTIL DAWN HC’S!

character by character

SAM :

• canonically has a dog, but i also think she has a horse named butters.

• her and mike became best friends, often seen together at the dog park.

• she makes vegan lasagna for every occasion.

• used to walk around with lizards as earrings before she got her ears pierced.

• listens to chappell roan religiously.

MIKE :

• lost two fingers —will always be canon to me.

• favorite disney princess is rapunzel.

• says “gracias” at mexican restaurants.

• listens to kevin gates.

• jessica broke up with him because being near him intimately reminded her of that night.

JOSH :

• went to a mental facility and got put on proper medication this time.

• listens to dominic fike.

• got invited to matt, ashley and jessica’s high school graduation after not speaking to them for months. he was the loudest in the audience!

• hates horror movies now.

• only cared about sam and chris forgiving him.

CHRIS :

• started dating ashley and has been forced to read an insane amount of books to keep up with her — he supports her writing.

• is still awkward but he got an emotional support cat named rori, in case he has a breakdown.

• listens to gorillaz and 3OH!3

• goes to the shooting range in his free time.

• forgave josh first.

ASHLEY :

• wrote a successful young adult novel about the events, it offended the group at first when she proposed the idea but they all agreed.

• graduated with a solid 3.7 GPA

• doesn’t wear beanies anymore, it’s always in a bun now.

• smokes and vapes while listening to mitski and girl in red.

• favorite movie is ponyo

MATT :

• graduated with a solid 3.3 GPA

• broke up with emily because she wouldn’t stop reminding him of every little thing he could’ve done differently.

• learned how to cook and cooks most of the food for events with sam — most notable dish is his beaver tails.

• has a little brother named justin.

• is now really close with jessica, often spending time with her at her house. he lets her paint his nails every so often.

• listens to vince staples.

EMILY :

• disconnected from everyone except sam and matt.

• started to meditate to calm her nerves — she still can’t stop thinking of her first encounter with the wendigo though.

• listens to renee rapp

• is discovering her sexuality in college.

• smokes cigarettes / vapes.

JESSICA :

• broke up with mike and now spends most of her time with matt.

• found a new passion in becoming a nurse instead of a model.

• listens to meg thee stallion — wanna be was on repeat for months!

• has a caffeine addiction.

• has a cat named rori — her and chris mended families due to their parents falling in love.

[dreamydrifts]

hear me out, a one shot of Charles x Reader based on Casual by Chappell Roan.

I personally having been listening to Casual on repeat for the pass couple days and I am in the mood to cry and be upset, idk why but I feel like this song is very charles coded, maybe that’s just me, but yeah that’s my idea!

-🦥

note 💌: anon you made me obsessed with this song, ever since you wrote this request, i started listening to it. i literally cried while making this, so i hope this feeds your delulu soul and heart, and yes the song is so charles coded🫶🏻

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romeo, come and save me: charles leclerc

| pairing: charles leclerc x reader

| genre: boyfriend!charles, girlfriend!reader

| warnings: angst, smut (a bit), minors dni

| word count: 1.3k

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Living in Monaco could be considered everyones dream, and it surely was yours. Every weekend, one of the drivers would host a part at their house, or in the biggest clubs in the country. That's where you found yourself talking to several of them and even hooking up.

Tonight you were in Charles Leclercs bed, with the pretext of "no attachments". You were moaning out his name as he was eating you out like there was no tomorrow. Gripping his hair as he continued to lick and suck. You knew he was bad for you, but the moment your lips touched, it's like everything you knew was forgotten.

The weekend after, he was eating you out in the backseat of his car, not even waiting to arrive home with you. You liked it, you couldn't lie, but you hoped that this time it wasn't just to help him leave the stress out before the race. He was like a drug and you were addicted to him. He was angry, you would help. He was happy, you would be there. But if someone asked what the two of you were, his answer would always be "We're just friends"

Sooner than you expected, you found yourself being in a relationship with him, but to say the least it didn't meet your expectations. Charles was distant and when he was there you barely talked. Now you were getting ready to have dinner with his parents. Finishing doing your hair, you walked into the living room to find him.

"Charles, do you really want me to go?" You asked seeing that he didn't even bother to look at you. He got up, kissing you without even looking at you. He kissed you, thinking that it would fix everything.

"I think it's better that we don't go..." You sight, pulling away, looking at him not feeling in the mood to lie to his parents about your relationship.

Charles sighed, he didn’t know what to do, he loved you. He just didn’t want to admit it. He looked at you, his eyes filled with emotion. Seeing that you didn’t want to lie he agreed. "It’s best we don’t go." He replied walking back to the sofa, picking up his phone and getting distracted by a text message from a girl.

The moment he looked at his phone, you knew that he was talking to another girl. Your best friend warned you about him, but you didn't listen, hoping that you can change him. You decided to go back to your room, not wanting to be in his presence longer than needed. Since the two of you decided not to go to his parents house, now you had to take your make up off which you have been working on for hours. Not only, he was talking to someone else while he was dating you, but he seemed happier.

He noticed that you were heading to the room, after a little debate with himself, he followed you, hoping you didn't know about the text message. "Where are you going?" He asked stopping you from going in.

"Home." You said looking away not wanting to meet his gaze. "I'm going home."

Feeling that this was about to be a discussion, he grabbed your wrist with one hand not letting you go. "No you’re not" He said his voice sounding firm almost angry but his eyes had a sense of hurt and sadness in them.

"Yes i am, i can't do this...anymore." You said sitting down on the couch. "I can't..." You keep looking away, trying to keep yourself from crying. "We act like we are strangers and then pretend to be in love for a minute...it's killing me..." Finally you let a tear escape your eyes.

He listened, his grip got tighter when he heard you wanting to go and when you started crying he pulled you into his arms hugging you tight. "You’re not going anywhere." He said, his tone now a bit kinder but a lot more protective as he brushed your hair from your face.

"Yes i am...we've been fucked up for a long time...this has to stop." You looked at him with a face full of tears, which was getting redder and redder. "All we do is lie..."

Even though he disagreed with you, he knew that it was the truth, but that didn’t mean he wanted to lose you. "No." He said shaking his head, still holding you tightly. He didn’t want to lose you at all. Even though you both were lying to each other he still felt as if you were the main purpose in his life. It was a selfish thought but he couldn’t help it.

"Yes..." You said looking at him and then away to wipe your tears. "We aren't even that close anymore..."

Charles stayed silent, he couldn’t handle the truth. All the times he avoided you, all the times he talked to another girl, all the times he lied all came crashing down on him and he wished he had done things differently. "We can fix everything." He said still holding you, not wanting to lose you, not wanting the person he loved to leave him. "I’ll be better I promise.."

"I know about her..." You said reffering to the girl he has been seeing and talking to for the past few weeks.

He froze, he felt a pang of guilt hit his chest. He didn’t expect you to know about her. After a few seconds he spoke not looking at you. "She was just a distraction.. she means nothing, I just wanted to forget things."

"Forgetting about us?...about me?" You looked away, not being prepared to face the truth. "Sure, she does...that's why you smile at her texts...are happy...unlike with me...when you act like i'm a ghost..."

He stayed silent, he didn’t want to answer that. He knew that when you talked about how he acted with the other girl that it was the truth. He knew that he acted different and happy with the other girl, unlike you. His gaze dropped to the floor. He was scared of losing you. "I’m sorry it will stop, I’ll stop" He said, trying to make it seem as if he really meant that, as if you could believe him.

"No, this has to stop..." You said showing to you and him, getting up finally ready to go to the room that the two of you share. One last time you wipe your tears, finally going upstairs.

He looked at you with sadness, he didn’t want you to go, but knew that he really messed things up a long time ago. He should have given his all to you, treated you better and been a better boyfriend. He tried one last time to get you to stay. "Please, stay."He said, trying his hardest to keep his emotions in check.

"Don't do this to me..." You said putting the clothes in the lagguage, wiping away your tears.

He sighed, he knew he didn’t have any other card to play. The moment you grabbed your things he knew that he really lost you, this time no excuses, no lies, no tricks, nothing could make you stay and he should have realized that sooner. "Fine, just tell me one thing." He said looking at you with sad eyes.

"What?" You looked at him with the lagguage in your hand, coming closer to him to hear him better.

He gulped, he hoped he was wrong but he had to ask the question. He didn’t want to but he just had to know. "Do.. do you still love me?" He asked, he didn't expect you to answer it honestly but he couldn't resist to ask the question. He knew that he was putting himself in a vulnerable position by asking such a bold question. He bit his lip out of nervousness.

"I never stopped." You whispered looking at the ground.

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[rapunzelbro]

Heartbeats in Harmony 1 Velvette x Reader

An: Hi! So this fanfic is something that came to be literally because of a Chappell Roan song. Reader is super based on her too. This fanfic is taking place in the early 2000’s assuming the show takes place farther in the future. And because well. This is my story lol. Reader is 24 and Velvettes 25. This is before they go to hell and will slowly go into that. Anywho enjoy.

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It's everyone's dream to be famous, to have all the attention on you. The money, the fans screaming song lyrics that you wrote at a large venue. But honestly? All you wanted was some peace and quiet. You wanted one day where you didn't have to worry about what to say in an interview or even how you'd keep a personal life. You knew what you signed up for when you started this career, and you'd never mentally adjust. That's why you created that persona.

The person who had the confidence you didn't, who doesn’t care what she wore, what she sang about. She was everything you wanted to be, but couldn't. She had perfectly styled hair, stunning dramatic makeup with the most sparkly outfit you could imagine. The famous one, the person you hid behind to keep yourself from going insane. Well, at least for right now.

Wincing, you hear the obnoxious noise of your alarm that only intensifies with your hangover, you sit up tiredly to turn it off, only to have it drop to the floor to add to your frustration. “Damn it come on” you mutter, standing up trying to locate where your phone is, laying on the floor to try and grab it from under your bed. A groan followed after taking too long to find it, “Darling, I love you, but you need to stop keeping that shit on after we go to the club” the other side of the bed shifted when you finally found it and sat back down. “I know Vel, I just forgot, sorry baby” Rubbing your eyes you look over at her, moving back under the covers with her, gently kissing her forehead. “Forgiven, come here” she muttered, getting closer to you, placing her head on your chest, her tight curls acting as a cushion, you two stayed in silence as she listened to the rhythm of your heart beat. “You have to leave soon, you know my manager is coming by” you finally spoke up “They can fuck off, no relationships allowed is an idiotic rule.” Velvette muttered sitting up after you ruined the moment. “I know, but it’s only to protect you”

Velvette was a close friend. Oh hell, who were you kidding, she was your girlfriend. You have known each other since highschool, she was the only one you honestly kept in contact with after you graduated. She has one hell of a passion for designing, so when you needed someone to help design your persona, you knew she was the one to help. She knew her shit and was excited to help, being the only one to truly support your desire for a music career, and you being the only one to support her dream of being a fashion designer. You two became inseparable ever since.

But the fame came too quickly practically overnight, it was too overwhelming for the both of you to manage alone, in desperate times you signed over to an industry that had reached out first, you didn’t think of the repercussions. You just needed the help, so you blindly took that deal. They got you started with gigs, collaborations, body guards, so much. But doing so, caused you to have to shift your persona to their standards, limit your friends and relationships. She would be everything as she was before, but more… adult. The songs, the music, dancing, her attitude, it wasn't what you wanted, but you had no choice but to adjust to their demands. While it made your career soar, you couldn't help the loneliness that consumed you.

“How much longer of that contract do you even have left now?” Velvette looked at you, an annoyed look on her face as you took her hand. “Two years, then I can find an agency that doesn’t force me to hide my partner.” Rolling your eyes you give her hand a quick squeeze before going to the bathroom to freshen up. “Though after the song I’m performing tonight, they’ll probably drop my ass” You call out, giving a slight chuckle as you come out of the bathroom beginning your makeup. “You’re seriously going to perform that? You might ruin all we worked for babe..” Velvette stands up draping her arms around your shoulders as she watches you apply your makeup, curiosity lingering in her eyes “If they can’t handle it then maybe they haven’t heard any of my music correctly, and the underlying meanings of it.” You respond by shrugging slightly before turning around in your chair gently putting your hands on her face “I want to show you off, not hide you, the damn rumors of me being with you are not exactly clearing up, why not confirm it?” Kissing her you turn back around to finish your makeup.

Velvette gives a slight hum in agreement, before grabbing her stuff from your room. “See you at 6?” she looks at you as she grabs the door handle. “Wouldn’t miss it” you reply smiling looking back at her. “Kisses Darling, good luck tonight” Velvette waves before leaving. Your smile drops as she leaves, giving a frustrated sigh you continue to prepare for your manager to arrive, you couldn’t wait to cause absolute hell tonight.

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[ao3feed-gelphie]

queen of hearts

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2mCxHb7 by cosmiccharm32 gilded - an adjective used to describe a low-value metal that’s covered with a thin layer of gold, giving it a pleasing and showy appearance glinda is gilded. every day since the death of the wicked witch, the gold layer concealing herself gets thinner. a year later, she isn’t sure how much longer she can keep doing this Words: 1934, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Wicked - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Elphaba Thropp, Glinda the Good, Wicked Witch of the West Relationships: Elphaba Thropp/Galinda Upland Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Angst, i will die on the gelphie hill, i wrote this while listening to chappell roan, Yearning, glinda has issues, elphaba is alive, Sad with a Happy Ending read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2mCxHb7

[majoringinfanfiction]

I was going to send you this yesterday, but by the time I found a free moment to do it, I saw that you had written in your most recent post (about how you wrote the one-shot) that you were heading to bed and I didn't want to accidentally disturb you. Anyway, here's some questions I have! I'm sorry if they're a bit less interesting, but it was all my mind was thinking about as I was making a music playlist.

• What songs do you think fit Penni's character or vibe/aesthetic? Why do they strike you as the embodiment of her?

• Essentially the exact same as the previous question, but what songs do you feel like accurately depict Nimirylov's character or vibe/aesthetic? Why?

• Additionally, are there any musicals you think are reminiscent of their, once again, personality or vibe/aesthetic?

• Last music-themed question — does Penni have any favorite songs from Earth?

• Did Penni experience any notable style phases as she grew up? Like, did she have a goth girl phase or anything? Will she have any in the future of your AU as she grows older?

I hope that you didn't mind these questions.

Ooh, thanks for the ask. I always love getting asks from you. Sorry it took me a while to respond. Also, you can send an ask at any time, I don't have notifications on for tumblr, so it won't bother me at all, just might take me some time to reply.

Okay, Penni has slight Telemachus from EPIC vibes. They're in no way similar, but I listened to so much Wisdom Saga on repeat whilst coming up with ideas for Penni that Penni just has Telemachus vibes to me. She absorbed them. There's no good explanation for it, just vibes. I know I've said it before, but I don't have any other answer. She also vaguely has the vibes of the song Gladiator by Jann.

Nimirylov, on the other hand... hm, I don't know. I'm pretty sure I've also said this before, whilst mentioning the Penni Telemachus vibes, but, Nimirylov has both Penelope and Odysseus vibes. I can't say any specific songs, but yeah. I think after both Penni and Ford are gone he specifically has the vibes of the song LET THE WORLD BURN, just because he nosedives mentally after that and is just desperate to get his husband and daughter back.

Well, I've just got to say EPIC, don't I? I've already compared them both to it, and I think I've said in the past that I could easily reorder EPIC in order to write a Nimirylov-centric fic inspired by it.

Penni's favourite songs. This is actually a really easy one for me to answer. If you remember a while back, with the incorrect quotes generator and it kept calling Penni some version of a "whore". It made me make the decision that Penni just listens to the most explicit songs with a straight face. Since Gravity Falls is set in 2012 or 2013, the sort of songs I know like that from then would include: Anything by Sir Mix A Lot, Dead Girl Walking, and Promiscuous. Based on current music, she'd like Kiss Me and Fuck Me (I didn't know how to say) by Crawlers (Oh my gosh, Crawlers is an amazing band, and the examples I gave then are amazing songs) as well as Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Roan. Finally, I remember seeing that it's implied that Ford likes the song Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This), so, Penni likes the song too.

Blunt answer, no. Penni definitely did not have any phases before the timing of the au. She grew up in a universe that doesn't have technology, and she lives in a cottage in the middle of nowhere. She had nowhere to get styles and style phases from. She purely dressed in traditional clothes for the kingdom or "human" clothes, aka, Ford's style. I doubt she'd change that in the future, but she'd definitely wear more traditional clothes from her original universe as she got older and figured out ways to make them for herself. I'm a sucker for detailed outfits, and I love any sort of culture, so I'm combing that here.