#First Post

[animatanaa]

I’m new to tumblr so I’m not completely sure how this works. First post, and it’s wolfstar!

[angeleclipsey]

late night thoughts about toru♡, 2k got carried away, not proofread

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who was an absolute brat to everyone, no matter if his parents, the maids, or any other grown-up person. He was the chosen one, the saturo gojo after all, he stood over anyone and anything. And he made sure everyone knew that

childhoodbestfriend!satoru knew his duties: to get as strong as possible, produce as many heirs as possible, and show the other clans what the Gojo clan had in stock. He knew he didn't have time for these childish things, like playing with kids his age, and he surely didn't need it. He spoke more languages than most adults could dream of, was a master in many fighting styles and could exorcist a grade 2 curse at the ripe age of 7

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who was ashamed of himself for letting his eyes linger a few seconds too long at the playground, were the dirty, filthy, and childish kids playing, mud all over their clothes, but with the happiest expression on their faces. Were they so happy? What was it like to play hide and seek? Don’t they have duties as well?

childhoodbestfriend!satoru was 9 when he first snuck out of the big gojo mansion, on the mission to see why these kids were so happy. The children were loud and reckless, but he somehow felt happy the first time playing hide and seek (the kids found it weird that he didn't know how to play it)

childhoodbestfriend!satoru first saw you when the kids made a circle around you as you joined them playing, treating you as if you were an idol, your hair in two childish pigtails, dressed in a pink flowy dress that knitted so badly. How could you go out like that? Isn't your family ashamed of you?

childhoodbestfriend!satoru had first actually talked to you two weeks after that. You fell, the dress you wore (blue this time) had ripped, and you had scraped your knee, while running. “yn, are you alright?” a small blonde boy had asked as he saw you laying on the ground. “I..I’m fine,” you had said, your voice wobbly and your mesmerizing eyes suspiciously glassy. Other than the children, that were too dumb to notice and ran off , he had noticed it directly. You had your eyes locked on the white haired boy in front of you, obviously waiting for him to finally go with the other children.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru, doesn't know who was more surprised, him or you, as he lent you a hand and helped you up, bringing you to the gojo mansion and letting you get stitched up. ( he claimed you were “the daughter of one of the maids”, and there were so many of them, nobody noticed.) As you got stitched up ,you were so loud and bubbly, the opposite of what he was used to and what he was taught, and the first time in some months, he was actually happy that he snuck out of the house.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru ,who found out shortly after , that you're not just anyone , but a daughter of the Kamo clan and share the mindset as well as the future with Gojo. He was utterly surprised and spent hours pondering over it. You had the same destiny and yet you were so different from him. You were talking a lot, you were allowed to do things age appropriate and you are so free. He needed to know why.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru and you became inseparable after that, meeting each other officially at both of your first clan meeting. You didn't have to sneak out to see each other again, each of your meetings made Satoru forget his responsibilities. Every Time he laughed with (or at) you the world seemed a bit brighter, everytime you two were laying in either his or your room and playing anything, everytime the dark red limousine of the kamo’s pulled through the driveway, it felt as if the years of loneliness disappeared. The warm feeling everytime he looked at you, smiling at him with so much warmth, was because you were his first ( and only) ever friend. 

Everyone wondered how childhoodbestfriend!satoru became so open, the cold and rude boy that was the nightmare of any maid from before, turning into a caring and bubbly teenager.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru, whose first kiss was with you, both of you being 14, because you claimed you needed to know how it feels, while you were watching a romance movie with him. It lasted for only a few moments, a few awkward minutes, both of your cheeks dusted pink, before you turned around and continued watching the movie as if nothing happened , while the white haired boy could not take his eyes off you. That was when he realized that the feeling was in fact not because of your friendship.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru, whose heart shattered into a thousand pieces as he heard you were going abroad to help you master your abilities. That was the first time he ever argued with his parents, begging them to use their power to make you stay. He even talked to your parents, doing everything he could have done.  But nothing had mattered and you left.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru, who met you some years later, at Jujutsu Tech, taller now, sharper, and not as smiley as he remembered.  You were dressed in complete black, even tho you had claimed to hate the colour black. A “depressive and sad colour”. But now your go to attire. 

childhoodbestfriend!satoru hated that your pigtails were gone, replaced by a high, almost professional bun

childhoodbestfriend!satoru was devastated when you were not talking to him (you had thought he’d gotten annoying and too cocky) 

“What do you mean you don't know who i am? It’s me, satoru gojo. How could you forget me?! You know, devastatingly handsome, incredibly smart and the strongest?” “Nope, doesn't ring a bell, sorry” 

childhoodbestfriend!satoru had tried everything to make you feel like you were best friends again, from waking you up everyday ( by standing in front of your room and banging at your door till you woke up and punching him straight in the guts), to walking together to class. He remembered you liked strawberry milk. Every time his brain craved something sweet and he bought himself candy, he ALWAYS got you your strawberry milk.

“Suguruuu, who does she keep ignoring me? I'm always so nice to her. “Maybe because you are literally stalking her and following her everywhere?”

childhoodbestfriend!satoru wasn’t hurt. He was surprised. Surprised by the fact that it was scratching so much on him. Surprised that every night, his already overstimulated mind managed to twist and turn even more wildly than usual; each time he closed his eyes, his thoughts inevitably drifted back to you. 

childhoodbestfriend!satoru was over the moon when you got your first mission together, the only available special grader sorcerers since suguru was out of town. It was a clear mission, eliminate two 1 grade curses. Nothing easier than that. 

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who didn’t realize he’d been grinning like a fool until you raised an eyebrow and said, “You’re being weird.” But you didn’t push him away this time. Instead, you walked beside him in silence, the comfortable kind that once defined your friendship. You weren't pretending to not know him anymore. 

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who risked more than necessary on the battlefield that day. Not because he underestimated the curses — but because you had laughed again. Just once. A short, breathy, almost-forgotten sound, and it made his heart clench so tightly it hurt more than any cursed wound.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who shielded you instinctively when the second curse exploded in black flames. Your curse techniques clashed for a heartbeat — yours, sharp and precise, his bashful and destructive.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who felt the weight of years fall away when you touched his arm after the fight, his Infinity still off for you, looking him in the eyes for the first time in forever.  You didn’t say anything, but your eyes said enough. You saw him. Not the strongest. Not the prodigy. Just Satoru.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who said, half-joking, “You finally remember me, huh?”  And you, tilting your head slightly, replied, “I never really forgot. I just didn’t want to remember.”

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who didn’t push after that. He didn’t need to. You started showing up next to him again, first in silence, then with small conversations, jokes. At first it felt like rewinding time. Then it started to feel like something new.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who found you asleep on the school rooftop two weeks later, jacket balled under your head, your hair finally untied. He sat next to you for hours, his cold hands stroking you hair, not daring to wake you, not wanting the moment to end. you were awake

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who noticed the way you looked at him during a sparring match — not with annoyance, not even with challenge, but something softer, heavier.  “You’re holding back,” you told him.  “Only because you matter more than winning.”

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who walked you to your dorm in the middle of the night after a late mission, both of you still in uniform, dirt and blood mixed on your cheeks. He didn’t want to say goodbye yet.  “Do you remember,” he asked, “when you fell in the park and cried because you ripped your dress?”  You groaned. “Why are you bringing that up now?”  “Because you looked at me the same way back then. Like I was important.”  And you didn’t deny it.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who kissed you a month later, under a lantern hanging crooked in the training yard, your lips tasting like stolen laughter, sweet cherry and something achingly familiar.  Neither of you said a word after. But he held your hand the whole way back.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who memorized every new detail about you like it was a mission: the way you hummed while writing reports, the way you covered your face when embarrassed, the way you never let go of his sleeve when you were tired.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who laid next to you under the stars, one arm behind his head, the other loosely around your waist, and whispered, “You were my first friend.”  “I know,” you replied.  “But now you’re also…”  You turned your head, nose brushing his. “I know that too.”

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who married you five years later — not in a grand sorcerer ceremony, but quietly, in a garden. Suguru gave the speech, Shoko cried, and Satoru…  He just looked at you like you were the only thing in the world he ever wanted to protect without a technique.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who never thought he could belong to someone without being possessed. Until you.  Because you never wanted to own the strongest.  You just wanted him.

Bonus ✩· childhoodbestfriend!satoru who woke up next to you every morning, the sunlight streaming through the windows, filling their shared room with warmth. You were still the first thing on his mind when he opened his eyes, just like it had been all those years ago.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who now found himself making breakfast with you on lazy mornings. Pancakes and coffee, Megumi's favorite. He was 16 now, taller, quieter, and often more mature than Satoru could handle. But the bond between them was undeniable, and the way Megumi acted around you — with the smallest smiles and the occasional sarcastic comment directed at his "old man" — made Satoru feel like he wasn’t as alone as he used to be.

childhoodbestfriend!satoru who could only look at you with a mix of adoration and quiet pride. He had once been too proud to admit how much he needed someone. But now, years later, he knew that his strength wasn’t just in his cursed technique, his skills, or his title. His strength was in this — in the family he’d built, in the love you gave him, and in the life you had all made together.

[importanttravelerdragon]

I hope you like it

[shmarper]

Redrew this scene from the au Threads of Shadow and Light! I love this au sm also this is my first post on tumblr and I’m so happy to be joining this community!!

Here’s the og by the creator of the au

Here’s the link to the au:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61608109/chapters/157503538

[viloxenn]

I just wanted to draw tf1 orion's death but w tfp orion-,, and a orion doodle :3

[bugssontoast]

[zombofreak]

Sweet girl <3

Brain rotting caleb, giving his girl exactly what she deserves !! .. if not more :3

WARNINGS: SMÜT!!! fingeríng, praise, overstimulation, nghhh caleb metal hand

<3

The wet clicks of skin on skin filled the room.

Breathless moans and whimpers fell from your mouth like a waterfall, “god, Caleb, please..- can’t— i can’t—“ His fingers burried deep in your cunt, the other, metal hand, working on your puffy clit. He only murmured in your ear, “i know, baby, i know.” Whilst his hands did nothing but speed up.

You had came, what, three times now? He still hasn’t had enough. Enough of your moans, your taste, everything.

Your back pressed against his chest, you were able to feel his erection against your lower back. Your hips bucked and thighs shook against his hold, his arms wrapped around your waist, meeting between your legs where he relentlessly pleasured you.

His eyes were intense, trained on you.

You? Your eyes were closed. head thrown back against his collarbone and shoulder as you whined his name. Every touch, every push of his fingers inside you, every broad stroke to your clit.

Fuck if he didn’t stop you were convinced you’d die.

“Caleb, oh fuck.. gonna cum..-“ You pant out., jaw wide open as you moan once more. Every sound you made was music to Caleb’s ears, his hair sticking to his forehead from damp sweat. “Yeah? Gonna make another mess for me, sweetheart?” He mumbles in your ear, eyebrows furrowed as he hyper focused on making you cum.

“One more, i can pull one more out of you, right? You can do that for me, sweet girl?” He gently says with that smile, that smile that seemed to drag you by your neck. The smile that made you want to melt every time he spoke.

Minus how overstimulated you were, you nod, your naked form weakly shaking. “There we go, that’s it— God you sound so good, so good for me..” He groans quietly when your hips buck back against him. You even heard what could be written down as a whimper come from his lips.

“Caleb..” You breathe out again.

“I know, cum for me, sweetheart. ‘s okay.”. He gently coos into your ear, his rough hands portraying a different message. One final harsh circle on your clit and you tensed, body growing taut as your hands dug into his thighs, that were on both sides of your hips. Your eyes rolled back, jaw slack.

His metal hand pulled away from your nerve, the other hand inside you slowed. He’s working you through your orgasam. His lips were soft, slightly chapped, they kissed down your damp neck. your hair stuck to your forehead.

You whine quietly.

He looks up with a small chuckle, “you’re still needy? I would have figured four was enough to satisfy you, pipsqueak.” He teased.

You huff quietly, “i wanted to make you feel good too, asshole..” you grumble out. You shiver with a gasp when his fingers pull out of you, feeling yourself clench around nothing. He brought his hand up to your face, “look at the mess you left..” His hands were covered in white, you look away in embarrassment.

He hums, “suit yourself,” he says as he cleans his own fingers off. You recoil slightly. “I hope you don’t plan to kiss me with that same mouth.” You say with a small smirk, he only mirrors your expression as you climb out his lap, turning to face him. He moved on his knees, boxers having a clear tent in them— and it wasn’t small.

“You might be a mind reader, because that was exactly my plan.” He says with a laugh. He crawls over you, pressing your back against the bed. When the cool metal hand presses to your warm pussy again, you tense.

“Still sensitive?” He laughs, he pushes his boxers down, kicking them off to the side with the rest of clothes he ripped off you.

“Shit.. look how hard you made me, baby.” He groans out, giving himself a few experimental strokes. He twitches and his hips buck into his own hand. His eyes drift close for a second.

You crane your head up for a second, swallowing harshly when he makes eye contact with you, hand still pumping his cock.

You huff once more, “Caleb, cmon—“ You whine. He only rolls his eyes, “impatient.” He says back, grabbing you by the fat of your hips and pulling you closer to him, you gasp. “A warning?!” You complain as he laughs.

“You’ll live, won’t you?” He sneakily replies, teasing you by rubbing his flushed tip against the sopping lips of your pussy. You groan in irritation.

He finally gives in, as he slowly pushes into you, gasping. “Oh,, shit.. you’re so tight—“

You only groan in response, “shut up..” You huff.

He smiled down at you. You had your eyebrows furrowed, trying to focus on anything but the fucking burning from the sheer girth of him. “Fuck, that hurts..-“ You breathe out, he coos. “You’re a big girl, you can handle it, right?” You scoff, as another sting hits you. “Are you in yet?” You ask with impatience.

he goes quiet. “eh.. like.. halfway..?” He guesstimates. You groan, “caleb i swear to every god if—“ You shudder, he just fully seats himself like he’s not going to puncture a damn organ.

You writhe under him. “What’s wrong? didn’t you tell me to hurry, pipsqueak?” He teases, you glare through your watery eyes. “Fuck off..”

He laughs, slowly pulling his hips back, only to sharply thrust back into you. A cry leaves your lips as your eyes shut. “God!- Caleb, you’re so damn harsh!” You complain.

He pays you no mind, his harsh thrusts seemed to hit deep parts of you that only he could reach. He was slow, making sure to really milk this moment with you. When you crack you eyes open, you saw him staring down at you.

You choke back a moan as you speak. “..What?” You mumble. He shakes his head, “don’t worry your sweet head about it, just thinkin’ ‘bout how pretty you look right now.” He hums, before leaning down to kiss you.

The kiss was mainly teeth and tongue, Caleb doing everything in his power to savor your taste. The metallic hand tightens around your waist as he groans, “holy.. shit..” He whimpers out, hips snapping forward at a faster pace as his hands push you into the bed. Basically smushing into you. The only thing you could do was gasp and moan.

“God- so pretty, you’re so— fuck.. so fucking pretty like this, y’know?”

He rambles, as if he’s drunk off your living essence. “Can’t get enough of you, sweet girl, god— you’re so perfect..-“ He mumbles against your lips as you pant for breath.

“Caleb, baby, w..wait.. can’t—“ You try to warn, He groans when he feels you flutter around him. “I know you’re close, ‘s okay, i can pull one more outta ya’ can’t i , sweetheart..?”He says, more so asking himself rather than you, mouth moving to your neck to kiss and bite at it.

You whine, “no— can’t, i can’t..-“ You tried to shake you head as he tuts against your skin. “You can, you will.” He whispers back, a dark edge to his tone.

That seemed to fill him with a new determination, he doubles down on his actions, metallic hand still on your waist as the other paws at your breasts. Toying with your nipples. Your body jolts, back arching when you let out another cry.

He smiles widely, “there we go, atta girl, cmon baby. Cum one more time for me, one more— that’s it..” He praised you quietly as he feels you shiver, gripping around him like a vice as you came, sobbing as you hands clawed at his arms.

He groans loudly, “shit— gonna cum— god.. wait..” He tried to pull out to finish on your tummy, just to avoid any unneeded mistakes, when you shake your head.

“‘s okay,, on the pill, inside. Please- Please Caleb..” You rasp out, fuck, he couldn’t say no. He buried himself back to the hilt, his head going to the junction of your collarbone and neck as he whimpered your name, and fuck, it sounded much better when it came from him.

“Cumming, oh shit!-“ He shuddered, as you feel that full and warm sensation in your stomach. Eyes closing as both you and him bathe in the afterglow.

It was quiet for a few minutes, nothing heard but both of your labored breaths. He slowly raises up, looking over your form.

He takes a breath, “come on, gotta get you clean..” You groan tiredly as he rolls his eyes. “You’ll be fine, here, i’ll even run the bath for you AND carry you there, deal?”

A wide smile takes your face, you nod. “Deal, I expect a meal afterwards too, by the way.” Caleb scoffs, “I know I know, from scratch and home made, right?”

You giggle, “you already know, hm?”

٩(^‿^)۶

[hjsmermaid]

˚ ༘ 🎞️ ｡𖦹 ° 🎥 ...🍓 ˚ ༘ 🎞️ ｡𖦹 ° 🎥 ...🚬˚ ༘ 🎞️ ｡𖦹 ° 🎥

“ and even if i run away, give my heart a holiday, still, strawberries and cigarettes, always taste like you.. “

pairing ⋆˚�� ateez jung wooyoung x fem!reader

trope/au ⋆˚࿔ first love, bittersweet reunion, love vs career/dreams, high school sweet heart

genre ⋆˚࿔ coming-of-age, angsty sorta, hurt/comfort, songfic, reader who is on the edge of leaving her hometown to finally follow her dreams, she finds herself pulled back into the memories of a boy that she once loved: a runaway with cigarette kisses and strawberry-sweet summers. years later as she packs her life into boxes, the past resurfaces in scent, sound, but even more so, silence, reminding her that some things are never fully let go.

word count ⋆˚࿔ 3.8k

warnings ⋆˚࿔ cigarette smoking, themes of running away, and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed something!!:)

inspired by ⋆˚࿔

the memories never knocked. they drifted in like mist, soft and strange. occasionally, they came with the bitter trace of cigarettes on the wind as she pedaled through the wild grass, the ocean winking at her just beyond the sand mingling with greenery. other times they liked to wait in forgotten corners-like the day she found the little bottle tucked beneath moth-eaten clothes and trinkets. it’s label whispered some cheesy fragrant name like ‘strawberry daydreams.’ she sprayed it, just once, trying to remember what a strawberry daydream could possibly even smell like. that was all it took. it bloomed into visions: fence-hopping laughter, smoke laced with sugar, moonlit walks where the waves kept record of their conversations that she couldn’t recall. and a boy with long hair, brown eyes, and a name she hadn’t said in years.

the flashbacks didn’t exactly haunt her - they held her. like a soft and spectral hug from a ghostly friend. she was only sixteen years old then: young, reckless, wrapped in sunlight and sugar, without a single care to her name. those were the days that she lived with the scent of strawberry daydreams swirling around her. the days where she wasn’t worried about the salt in her hair. the days where the nights seemed to last forever when she was with him.

she smiled softly, holding those memories with nothing but fondness and love, for him at least. that boy could never give her the world, he simply didn’t have that. but god, was she his entire world. therefore, he gave her all that he had, all that he was. she would’ve given him the same, had her parents not pulled her away, calling him a fleeting distraction. merely a summer shadow with no place in her future. how could she ever forget the way they took her away from him? it was the night before school would start again, her senior year. she cried until dawn, the weight of goodbye settling in her chest like the heaviest stone. to them, it had only been a summer fling with some troublesome boy, hopeless puppy love. but to her? it had been everything, it felt like the world was ending then.

and yet, now, years later, she could smell that perfume and smile. not necessarily with sadness, but with warmth. it was like sea glass to her. the good rose to the surface, softened by time and shining in the sun. now she stood on the wrong side of twenty five, the years moved by so slyly that she hadn’t even noticed they’d passed. she was finishing up the final threads of her education, packing up the last few knick knacks into a vintage leather suitcase, and finally ready to leave the coastal town that raised her. it was strange, how the scent of a forgotten perfume could crack her wide open, how the memories spilled out of her and down the sides of her body like hot sugar. and though the past tugged at her sleeves, she didn’t turn around. not this time, not for her parents, not for anyone. the world beyond the tides was calling her and she was finally, ready to leave it all behind. at least that’s what she thought.

those thoughts didn’t usually stay for long. they drifted in and out, quiet and fleeting, like so many others. but these past few days were different. while she was packing her life up into cardboard boxes to give away, only wanting to bring that one suitcase as she prepared to leave - he kept coming back. the boy she thought she’d left in the past - his voice, his laugh, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the whole world. she couldn’t shake it. she couldn’t explain why he was lingering now, why for some reason his memory felt heavier than usual. maybe he didn’t want to let her go, and maybe some part of her didn’t either. the taste of strawberries and the stench of cigarettes still clung to those long, hot summers. she couldn’t help but remember how it felt to be sixteen and certain that kind of love would last a lifetime.

the worst part of it all was that, even if she wanted to find him, (and deep down, she always did) she wouldn’t know where to begin. he dropped out of school before junior year was over, even before then, he’d always skip out on classes. he disappeared from the hallways and lunch tables as though he’d never even been there at all. no phone, no social media, no address that anyone could give her.

the only time she ever saw his face again was on those missing posters his parents would plaster around town when he would vanish. he had a habit of running, it seemed. sometimes for days, sometimes for weeks. she remembered seeing the first flyer like a punch to the chest-pinned to the bulletin board outside the gas station, “JUNG WOOYOUNG” printed in big bold letters, a photo of him cheekily grinning smeared in black and white. it had been just days after her parents had banned them from seeing each other then. she stood there in the fading afternoon light, staring at it for far too long, like the ink might blur into something different if she just waited long enough.

after that, the posters came and went. she’d see them on telephone poles, convenience store windows, tacked to cork boards in laundromats. the first one had shaken her, fifth or sixth didn’t. not because it didn’t matter, but because it started to feel like that was just who he was: someone the world was always losing track of. and his poor dad, he was always worried sick every time he’d leave to god knows where he was going. and no one ever told her where he went, or if he was okay when he’d come back. no one asked her if she wanted to know, maybe they thought she didn’t care anymore. maybe they didn’t realize she looked for him in in every crowd, still checked the corners of every parking lot and beach side diner, just in case. because love like that doesn’t really go anywhere, it just quiets down and waits for when you might slow down just enough to hear it.

that’s why in the days leading up to her move, she kept herself as busy as possible. every hour had to be filled with something — anything. she poured herself into job applications, hoping to have work whenever she would arrive at her new abroad apartment. her brand new degree still fresh in her hand, as if forward motion could keep the past at bay. but even while typing out cover letters and tweaking resumes, her mind wandered. she found herself thinking about him, about what he might’ve done with his life if he’d ever just given himself a chance. if someone had just believed in him in the way that she did.

sometimes she’d ride her bike for miles, pushing her body than she usually would with prayers that the memories would drain from her just as the sweat poured down her skin. but the moment she neared the coast, the stretch of the beach where they used to smoke under the fading sun, her heart would start to ache. the salty breeze carried far too much of him. she couldn’t help but wonder if he ever went back there, to that quiet patch of sand just beyond the dunes, lighting a cigarette with his head tilted to the side like he always did.

she visited her parents far more often too. they were thrilled every time, always smiling, always welcoming her in with open arms. she was their only child, and they’d always done what they thought was the best for her. even when “best” meant keeping her from the only boy that she’d ever really loved. they’d eat together, laugh at old stories, slip back into old rhythms just like no time had passed at all. and for a while, it worked. for a while, it felt like she’d finally shaken him loose. that was until her mother, halfway through a laugh and a glass of wine, said it. it was so light that it seemed as though it didn’t mean anything at all.

“do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if we’d let you run off with that boy?”

and just like that, he was back again.

she didn’t answer right away. her fork paused midair, the warmth of the room suddenly pressing against her too closely. her mother had already moved on, laughing about something her father said that she hadn’t heard because her mind was still being delayed a few moments. the question was tossed out so casually, as if it hadn’t just reopened the door that she had been trying so desperately to shut. but now, it was open again, and everything came rushing back, like opening a door during a flood.

because of course she wondered, she’d wondered every day for months after it ended. when she’d lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, tracing the shape of his name in her mind like some sort of mantra. she wondered when her first heartbreak dulled into something quiet, something that she could carry. and she still wondered now, now a woman, standing on the edge of her future, unsure why the past felt so close that she could almost touch it. would he have stayed if she’d run with him? would she have left school? would they have made it, or fallen apart even faster? the truth was that she’d never know. and maybe not knowing was its own heartbreak in itself.

she blinked, forced a smile and set her fork down with a clink, she was no longer hungry. “sometimes,” she muttered softly. it wasn’t a lie, but it was a half truth. and that was it. her mom nodded like she understood, and maybe she did. but no one said anything else about what could’ve been with the brown eyed boy.

later that night as she drove home, the waves seemed to be calling her name. it wasn’t loud, but rather just a quiet pull, a voice carried by the breeze. to her, the sea had always been like an old best friend. the kind that you used to see everyday, who once knew every corner of your heart, but now nothing more passed between you than a distant nod, a small smile, a silent understanding. the road home hadn’t changed, but it felt so different now. it was empty in a way that it never used to be.

she remembered riding this same stretch years ago, her legs curled up in the passenger seat of his beat-up red ‘66 ford fairlane. the windows were always down, the radio way too loud, the air thick with salt and smoke and youth. the car would bounce and squeak gently over the uneven pavement as they coasted towards the shore, and the wind would tangle itself in her hair until it stuck to her cheeks. she’d laugh without a thought in her mind, just because it felt good to be alive. and he — he would glance over at her like he couldn’t even believe that she was real. one hand on the wheel, the other tapping to the beat of whatever 70s song he had playing on the radio. sometimes he’d sing along, off-key and unashamed, but most of the time he just watched her when he thought she wasn’t looking. it had felt easy then, like the road would never end.

but now? now the sunroof was shut, the windows were sealed. she sat hunched over the steering wheel, the only sound in the car being the beeping from her undone seat belt, and even more so, the silence that blared louder than any other song could. she caught her reflection in the rear view mirror and barely recognized the girl who used to ride shotgun in his car. somewhere among the way, they had both changed. grown up. apart. but tonight, it felt like her past was just one turn away. and for a split second, she pondered what she’d do if she saw that red fairlane parked by the beach again, waiting, just like it used to do.

her eyes drifted from the rear view mirror to the soft glow of the screen on her dashboard. 11:48pm. just over six hours until she had to be out of her apartment, her flight left at dawn. she looked back at the road, then toward the beach as it came into view — dark and wide and endless. the moonlight spilled across the water and the waves rolled in slow and steady, like they were grieving something they couldn’t name. it felt like the sea was crying for her.

realistically, she didn’t have time. not to stop, not to linger, not to chase a memory that may not even exist anymore. but this was her last chance, because once she stepped onto that plane, the version of her that had once belonged to this town, the girl who had laughed barefoot in the sand with him at 16, who had believed that love could be enough, she’d be gone forever. if she left now, without looking back, she knew it would be over. whatever fragile thread that still connected them would snap for good.

so she made the only choice that felt right.

she flipped her turn signal and veered off the road, the tires crunching softly against the gravel path leading down to the beach. she parked where they used to park — behind the brush, where the headlights wouldn’t be seen from the road. her hands rested on the steering wheel for a moment, motionless. then, slowly, she stepped out into the night. the wind met her like an old friend. with each step she took, memories rose from the sand like ghosts murmuring secrets into her ears from every corner.

she didn’t head straight to the old spot where they used to sit and smoke. instead, she stumbled out into the sand, letting the cool grains shift beneath her shoes. the night air hit her first — brisk and sharp, carrying the scent of salt and memory. the wind tugged at her hair and narrowed her eyes, but she didn’t raise a hand to shield her face. she just stood there, letting it wash all over her. it was strange, being back after all this time. it was familar and almost comforting. the waves still rolled in with their same steady rhythm, the shoreline still curved in that gentle crescent. the only difference was that he wasn’t here with her, and that changed everything. she hadn’t set foot on this sand in years. not since the last summer they’d spent together. and now, as she stood there with the cold biting at her skin and the sky stretched wide and endless above her, she felt the weight of everything she was about to leave behind.

it bothered her more than she thought it would, that soon she’d be trading this for city streets packed with neon lights, strangers, skyscrapers, and the constant hum of traffic. she could already feel how much she’d miss the silence, the space, the way that the stars actually meant something here. the ocean had always been her constant. even when she couldn’t come to it, it was always here. just simply knowing that it existed was a comfort. and now, she was walking away from it, like it was just another chapter that she had to leave behind when it was so much more than that. a single tear slipped down her cheek. it wasn’t gut-wrenching or soul-crushing, she didn’t have a breakdown, it was just one tear. she didn’t even wipe it away.

how strange, she thought. that we cry the same salt that fills the sea. maybe that’s why it always felt like home to her. because it spoke the same language that she did.

she stood still for a moment longer, lost in her thoughts, before brushing the tear from her cheek with the back of her hand. her gaze dropped to the sand and she slowly began to walk to what she remember to be the smoke spot, one foot in front of the other. she tried to recall the path they used to take — half remembered steps etched somewhere deep in her muscle memory, like a trail that had been carved by heart and by habit. the wind had shifted slightly and the sand was cool under her shoes. little shadows danced in the moonlight, cast by uneven dips and scattered brush. he used to warn her about that, how the critters like to dig holes in the dry patches, how easy it was to twist an ankle if she wasn’t careful. she could still hear his voice in her mind, that half-laughing tone he’d use when he teased her for being too clumsy. so she kept her eyes down, focused on each step, determined not to fall. and in that focus, she almost missed it.

she came to a slow stop. the ground leveled out beneath her, a small clearing framed by tall grass and the faint outline of driftwood nearby. she looked up and around the area. this was it. this was the spot. somehow, after all these years, it hadn’t changed. the same soft slope of the dunes on either side. the same crooked log they used to sit on, one of the sides half-buried, but still there. it looked untouched, preserved like a memory that she didn’t know the world had been keeping safe for her.

that’s when she felt it — something small and firm beneath the sole of her shoe. an exhale left her throat, long and slow before she lowered her gaze again. she lifted her foot carefully, and there it was.

a cigarette.

it wasn’t crushed, or old, or withered. it was fresh, like it couldn’t have been dropped any more than an hour ago. for a second, she couldn’t move. she just stared at it, her breath caught somewhere between her chest and throat. she crouched down, brushing some of the sand aside. there was no mistaking it. same brand he always smoked, it had that same lazy twist in the filter where he used to hold it too long in between his fingers.

her fingers hovered above the cigarette for a moment before she picked it up, rolling it around between her thumb and forefinger. her heart was pounding relentlessly now, steady and strong in her ears. in some sense, it felt like somehow her heartbeat had seeped out of her body and melted into the earth around her in this moment. it could’ve been anyone else’s, sure. someone else could’ve wandered through here, lit up, and moved on. but somehow, she knew better than that. this brand, this place, this timing. it was far too specific.

she stood up cautiously, scanning the area with new eyes. she wasn’t even completely sure what she was looking for now. footprints? a shadow, maybe? something more left behind? the quiet hum of the ocean filled her ears, but now there was something underneath it, something that her instincts caught before her senses did.

movement.

swiftly, she turned towards it. the movement had been nothing more than a slight shift in the dark near the edge of the dunes where the brush grew tall. her body stilled and her breath bounced in her throat, unsure of whether or not to exhale or inhale. it crossed her mind that maybe she was just imagining it all. but then he stepped forward.

he looked almost exactly the same. older, yes. sharper around the jaw, leaner, a little bit more worn down by time, but it was still her boy nonetheless. same too-long brown hair falling over his forehead, same damn brown eyes. his hands were in his jacket pockets but it wasn’t hard to tell that he was fidgeting around. as if he didn’t know if she’d be happy to see him. at first, she didn’t even move. it seemed like she was terrified to blink because if she did then maybe it would all fade away. but then she blinked, and he still stood there. a single sound escaped her mouth that made the world stop spinning.

“wooyoung?”

he smiled

god, his smile.

“you were always better at finding your way here than me,” he uttered softly, voice carried by the wind. it was tentative, but familiar.

she didn’t say anything right away. instead, she looked down at the fresh cigarette in her hand, then back up to the face that had been stalking her dreams for the past few, long days.

“you left this,” she commented, her voice quiet. not accusing - just stating the truth.

he nodded, stepping just a few steps closer to the only girl he had ever genuinely loved. anyone else watching them might think he wasn’t excited to see her - but he was ecstatic, she was just the only one who knew him well enough to see it.

“i wasn’t sure if you’d come.” he paused for a moment, smiling a bit wider and looking out to the water. “figured if you did … i’d let the beach tell you first.”

a gummy smile grew across her face and a nervous, breathless laugh that could’ve been mistaken as a sigh escaped her lips, “you haven’t changed.”

“you have,” he countered. “not in a bad way.”

for a moment, they just looked at each other. it’s all that the either of them could even begin to muster up. the silence stretching out between the two like a bridge, everything that was unsaid humming in the air around them.

finally, she took a slow step forward. then another. until she was standing just a few feet from him, heart pounding, eyes burning, unsure what would come next.

“you waited for me,” she breathed out.

he looked down at her, flashing her a small smile, and there was a flicker of something in his eyes, “i never really left.”

to this, all she could do was blush and smile. it felt like she had traveled back in time, she was 16 on the beach all over again.

he reached in his pocket, pulling out a box of montego red kings. he popped the box open and swiftly propped the cigarette in between his teeth. he hesitated, holding the blue lighter in his other hand. he could’ve easily lit it up himself, but he knew there was something that she would enjoy so much more. he softly placed the lighter in her hand, making sure to trace his fingers across hers as he did, she smiled knowingly. he finally spoke up again.

“light my cigarette?”

a/n ⋆˚࿔ okay so yeah this is my first post and i’m super proud of this haha! randomly came across this song after not hearing it for years and looking at pics wooyoung on pinterest brought about this fic lol. i really hope you enjoyed, and if you did please reblog!! happy sailing friends ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) -bray

[thestarmakerr]

First time posting on tumblr! Have some sassy angel crowley ❤️

[ethohalfslab]

ranchers :3

[klarasilverlily]

Fanart for @tiarpopdind :) First post kinda nervous..

I can’t decide on which background I like best but it’s okay😞 this somehow took only 40min I guess 11pm is my lock in time

anyway I love love lovee your art💞 (if you see this) whenever I see a post or a drawing of yours I always get motivation to draw, or paint again, Which I haven’t had in SOO long. Your oc and your art is so just OMG I can’t even describe it in words but holy moly. Anyway, your posts/art always makes my day. Your such an amazing artist and your art is very scrumptious 😋 YOUR ARTS SO GOOD I JUST AHHH💞💞

also I can’t tell which looks better, no joke I’ve been trying to decide for an hour..

Also also‼️ I will be posting my own Hogwarts legacy oc and art soon!! Hopefully I can post silly little comics about her (if I even have the motivation or talent😭)

[raindance121]

Hello! I’m Rain. I’m new to Tumblr (and social media in general.) Nooooot super sure what I should say. This is my first post. Just a lil’ Viva Piñata fanart.

Did you know the game was originally going to include a caravan that you could travel the world in?

I love Viva Piñata I love Viva Piñata I love Viva Piñata I love Viva Piñata I love Viva Piñata I love Viva Piñata I love Viva Piñata I love Viva—

[underurbed123]

Erm, what the sigma? 🤑🤑

[coolchickgigi]

Okay okay hear me out! I’m new at writing but would it be possible to just spit out the idea 💡

Let’s say we are in the omegaverse (the ABO where alpha O and beta A exist)

There are 2 omega reader bffs, one was an Omega A and the other an Omega O. Both friends have been very close throughout school as they looked after eachother. Especially Omega A who always stood up for Omega O. Their plan after school was to travel the world to study abroad, but they each wanted to go to different schools in other parts of the world. So they promised to keep in contact and support each other from far away. They both shared an interest in nursing and wanted to help in the military. Thankfully both schools are quite close to military bases.

As both omegas go to their chosen universities, they venture on into those fun college night outs. They seem to be attracted to the bars where soldiers go to unwind. As their each in different parts of the world, they still text each-other telling the other what their plan was for the night. Betting how many drinks they can get for free, how many people they can make hot and flustered, even comparing who had the hottest guys at their bar. Well coincidentally both omegas found themselves in the hungry eyes of their own future pack.

Omega A found herself in the sight of the most strongest military pack, Task force 141. Her confidence in handling herself in public, despite being an omega, has intrigued the pack. They were both enthralled and concerned about your safety as you flirted and played with the poor soldiers heart strings, don’t worry love they’ll save you soon and fix that straight out of you. (heh try to)

It was Captain Price who brought attention to the rest of his boys to you. Price was an Alpha A with a level head unlike most alpha A’s who were known to be aggressive and overly dominant. He made sure to hold power over his men while being a good and protective alpha. Whereas he had his lieutenant, Ghost, who was also an alpha A, who had a deep strong loyalty to his pack and his captain. He is reserved most of the time but can become very aggressive when needed to be. (Oh don’t get me started on how bad his ruts can be, poor Johnny) Then the other pack members, Gaz who is a Beta A and Soap a Beta O. They worked together to bring a balance to the pack and being there for their alphas of the pack. However it was mostly Johnny who became the most helpful with the alphas ruts. Simon always calling the Scot a mutt in heat, since Johnnys ruts were more like heats as he became in tuned with the pack.

Thankfully, you were just what they were looking for. They needed an omega who could handle the demands of two powerful alphas, and the young energetic energy of the packs two betas. They just needed to find their ways into your bubble and court you properly dear. Don’t worry, their already marking you as their own in their heads as they challenge every other soldier with an icy glare and their strong scents already scaring off the poor alpha who left you with his tail tucked. Now you just needed to stomp your way to them and they’ll handle your pretty self just fine love.

As for Omega O, she found herself at the bar that was most frequented by the Kortac pack on rare occasions. Luckily for them, they came after a long mission and found you incredibly drunk and had a boost of confidence, despite being shy most of your life. You felt the need to prove yourself since you always felt like you were seen as weak for being an Omega O. So you stomped your small feet up to the biggest soldier you saw, pointing your much smaller finger up to his face, which really only reached his chest, demanding a staring contest. Unlucky for you, you challenged Konig, the Alpha A of the Kortac pack. He didn’t really like being challenged, his subordinates knew that better than anyone else. But to you, he could only smirk down thinking how cute you were being, and also wanted to see when would it be good to correct your behavior. He couldn’t get out of the challenge anyway, as you seemed to have started the contest already as you stare drunkenly into his deep blue eyes through his mask. Without knowing you started, he blinked as he looked to his pack to see if they see this. Hornagi, the beta A of the pack, snickered and couldn’t help but find the whole thing interesting. His other pack mate, Kreuger, an Alpha beta was more focused on how your eyes lit up as you declared you won. Konig who looked back down at you, speaking in a his deep accented voice, “don’t think that’s how it works, and don’t you know how to speak to your superiors”. Which all you could do was laugh with a challenging grin, “you’re just mad I won and you lost!”. But the alpha could only roll his eyes and let a small smirk slip under his mask. It was Hornagi who called out and told you to come challenge some real alphas, picking fun at the tall Austrian man who glared at him. You drunkingly turned and wobbled your way to the table to get every last drop worth of your strong buzz. But as you all play drinking games, they sneakily tell the bartender to just give you water. Which you still happily chugged in triumph unaware of the change in flavor. They just couldn’t believe such a small Omega O could be so energetic and even more so not afraid of them. But the more you let yourself get comfortable so did they, and after that night they needed to make sure you weren’t getting hurt by the wrong people. So they obviously made a pack decision to court you. Don’t worry little maus, they’ll keep you under their watch and hopefully under them soon. They’ll show you how good it is to be in a pack that can and will protect you, they have no doubt about that.

And when both friends, Omega O and Omega A, finally get back together after finishing schooling, they each have a pack mark to show off. Each sharing their stories of how it happened, and best believe these two won’t leave out any juicy details.

Okok sorry for long post but please tell me if I should dive more into this 👀

I can make separate stories of each of the omegas experiences, and even have it where the best friends work together. Like playing games with their pack and seeing what reaction they’d get. Ahhhh I’m sorry ok I’ll stop ✋ (not)

I’ve been wanting more fics of the cod omegaverse so I had to do it myself. Please lmk if you like this idea, if not I might still write it anyway

[tamborasdream]

Wanted to practice anatomy and ended up with these two toxic man. They are eating my brain. Will I ever be free ??

Also I love how the trianguler glasses fit Ford for some reason.