#but why is she the only celebrity that gets shit on for it. why dont you carry that same energy to other artists

[littencloud9]

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[strawberrymatchawhore]

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toxic bf! rafe cameron x reader

"running away is easy, its the leaving thats hard."

summary- the camerons are in charge of the annual new years party this year, you along other kooks as well as the camerons distant family are invited to the estate to celebrate. you unknowingly strike up a conversation with one of rafes cousins whom he has always been in competition with since childhood, eventually having to deal with the consequences of your jealous boyfriend

warning/s- abusive relationship, slapping, degrading, choking, toxic ass relationship, mean rafe, reader is a crybaby, nutting inside as punishment, barely any aftercare, NON/DUBCON (reader lets him fuck to make him less pissed off) IF ANY OF THIS MAKES U UNCOMFY PLS DONT READ <3, etc.. im backkk pls enjoy and comment as well as repost apologies for being gone for so long lolsies 🙁

3 years ago you never would have pictured yourself where you are today, living in one of the finest estates of the island and dating one of the most popular and sought after members of this community. nor have you ever pictured yourself being in a a relationship where everyday was like stepping on eggshells and yet you never felt the urge to leave. you loved him too much to do so.

putting on silver dangly earrings as the final touch to your new years look, you turn to your boyfriend for approval. only to be met with a disgusted look on his face.

"why are you dressed like that"

"i thought you liked it? you bought it for me last week." you argued, folding your arms.

"yeah but i didn't think you'd wear it to a family event, i mean come on baby you look like a hooker." he pointed at the figure forming dress, your eyebrows furrowed. the dress was a maxi dress and the only thing revealing was the slight cleavage.

"never mind i'll just change" you exhale and quickly turn away to avoid starting an argument, but he grabs your arm and ushers for you to stay.

"you know what, lets go. we're already late." he leaves the room and you silently follow behind him.

.....

you and rafe walk through the door with your arm around his bicep, immediately you felt out of place. no one you knew were here and it was just random rich people. you felt your breathing begin to hitch and it continues to grow as you continue your walk into the kitchen to get drinks.

"i'll be back, stay right here." rafe orders and grabs a beer, leaving you to your thoughts.

"hey" a voice interrupted. you look up and see a tall brunette, someone you've never seen in this small island.

"uhm.. hi" you awkwardly respond back, giving a small smile which he returns.

"sorry did i interrupt? i saw you were by yourself so i thought maybe i should come and chat with you for a bit.. not that im calling you lonely. i mea- shit. im adrian by the way." he rambles and you cant help but laugh and slyly look around for your boyfriend. you know know how he gets when you talk to guys, and this guy seemed awfully familiar.

"no no, youre good. please. i was hoping someone would talk to me, everyones so intimidating here." you took another sip of your drink and lean against the marbled counter. who was this guy?

"i know right?! i thought my cousin was going to show up and greet me to everybody but i guess he's too good for that." he joked

"wow he seems like a handfu-" barely getting the response out, you instantly feel someone luring over you and harshly put their hand on your shoulder.

"what are you doing" you hear your boyfriends harsh voice whisper in your ear.

"oh hey man whats up" adrian says, they dap each other up but you could feel the tention behind it.

"i see youve met my girlfriend." rafes hand grabs your waist, massaging it. his fingers dig into your waist.

"i did, shes been a great chat." adrian responded, your jaw clenches and you bite your tongue. you feel your anxiety come back as you know youre about to dig your own grave.

"yeah she is huh. its getting kinda late though. i think we're gonna head out." before even hearing what adrian was going to say, rafe grabs your hand and starts to drag you outside.

"rafe what are you doing??? we just got here." you struggle to catch up with his long angry strides.

"do you think i give a fuck." you release yourself from his grip but he ends up pushing you up against his truck.

"i don-" his hand squeezes your throat, blocking your airways. it was 11 pm and everybody was inside, no one was seeing this.

"tell me. does it look like it?" he seethes, pushing you harder into the truck. you felt your tears start to form when his yelling is followed by his intense eye contact with you.

"no right? so get the fuck in the car." he opens the passenger seat and shoved you inside, slamming the door. rafe then gets into his seat and speeds off. you could tell by the silence and the way he was gripping the steering wheel that you were fucked.

......

rafe pulls up to the driveway and practically drags you inside, you were too scared to speak up. frightened at how much worst that would make his next moves be. pushing you into the guest bedroom he starts to speak up.

"why are you such a slut, i cant even leave you alone for 5 minutes without you trying to hop on my cousins dick." he scolds you, your body sits at the end of the bed in shame. hunching to make yourself smaller, mentally preparing yourself when you see him taking off his clothes.

"take this shit off." he grabs you and tugs on your dress. but you didnt hear him, you were too busy disassociating yourself away from him and this suffocating ass room.

"what'd i fucking say?" rafe slaps you and instead of giving you the time to take off the dress, he rips it and pins you by the wrists to the bed. he glares down at you before leaning down your neck and inhaling your scent and leaving dark bruises behind.

"i was thinking about fucking you real nice and slow tonight. but after you decided to act like a whore, i'm gonna treat you like one. how's that sound baby." he mocks you and caresses you clothed pussy before pulling them off your legs.

"rafe.." you whine when he uses his buff arms to spread your legs as much as they could go. you start to hyperventilate from his threat, and cover your face so you don't have to watch him violate you. his thumb rubs at your clit, and the other hand starts to stroke his cock. the tip showing how angry he truly was.

without a warning your boyfriend slams into your pussy, barley wet and prepped. you weren't adjusted to the size of him.

"ow fuck!" you squealed and immediately tried to seek comfort by grabbing onto rafe's bicep, this only seemed to piss him off more and he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

"you're not allowed to touch me. just lay there and be a good fuck toy for me to use." he gives your ass a hard before forcing his way back into you, the burn and lack of proper lubrication makes you shoot up again but he didn't let you move an inch. this sort of roughness was familiar, yet every time it never fails to terrify you.

"stay the fuck down." his large hand pushes down on the middle of your back, naturally putting you into a face down ass up position. just the way he liked it. your body shakes and trembles in fear when your boyfriends thrusts get harder.

"rafe please it hurts so bad i cant take it" you sobs getting louder, rafe lowers himself closer to you and grabs your throat cutting off your breathing.

"your pussys sucking me right in angel, i think you can." he sneered, your crying and begging seemed to anticipate him even further as he loses all his restraint. you knew you couldn't stop him. its just the way your relationship worked.

he would get mad and then take his anger out on you, and youd let him. why? because you know what he's capable of, the holes displayed throughout your guys bedroom were everyday reminders to not push him too far. but in a way, it made you feel safe and wanted. rafe would do anything to protect you and keep you away from the dangers of the outside world.

"you're starting to get wet shitttt" rafe moaned and releases your throat, both his hands grab onto your hips for leverage as he speeds up his pace hitting the good spots deep inside you. not caring about how there was going to be fingermark bruises later. you hiccup as you try to control the sounds of your crying, using a pillow as comfort while he ruins you from behind.

inevitably your stomach starts to tighten and you feel yourself about to cum, your boyfriend moves one of his hands to your hair and tugs on it. resulting in a moan from you, the other hand moves down to your clit and rubs circles.

"you gonna cum baby? cum on my dick." he orders, he was fucking you so hard and greedily that the sounds of his thrusts and skin colliding were echoing in the room. your body caved into the sensations and you felt yourself fall apart on him.

"thats it squirt all over it, make a fucking mess for me. god you're such a little slut." he coos. the overstimulation of his cock hitting your cervix over and over again made you fucked out to the point of of passing out.

"so fucking tight" his vulgar words fill your ears, he gives your pussy rough slaps and you push against him. you yelped in surprise, eyes widening when you notice that rafes thrusts started to get sloppier.

"no.. no rafe! rafe you cant, we cant!" you protested in between moans, he only laughed in response. trying to push yourself away from him but he easily overpowered you. grabbing both of your arms and pinning them behind your back.

"dont tell me what to do, you did this to yourself." he breathes heavily as he filled you to the brim with him cum, he stayed there for a moment fucking it in as deep as he could before pulling out. enjoying the view of your pretty pussy sucking him right in. your eyes squinted in disgust when you felt his seed slide down your thighs.

rafe got up to clean himself but left you lying on the bed, you definitely werent walk right now and you were so overwhelmed with everything that happened. your conscious couldnt take anymore and your eyes starting tearing up.

"why are you crying." he sat on the edge of the bed and examined your state cluelessly. he scooted closer to you and opened the drawer next to the bed and grabbed a towel, cleaning you with it. you both sat in silence until rafe decided to pick you up and make his way to your actual bedroom.

"youre so mean to me.. you know that." you sniffle into his hard chest and draw circles on it with your finger. he doesn't respond but you know he heard it because he gave you a light squeeze before laying you down on the large bed. he takes his place next to you and turns away from you.

you sigh and turn to face his back, engulfing him in a hug. rafe initially tenses up but then relaxed in your arms. slowly you begin to knock out but before you do, you were sure you heard a brief

"im sorry" from rafe.

[mrfoox]

Everytime I realize how.... Chill... My mom is im... Im torn between thinking it's the best and not /:

[drdemonprince]

i was on NPR talking about Autism shit two weeks ago, and i have the book sales figures from that week and that national media appearance had.... absolutely zero relationship to sales. on the typical week these days, 1,400 to 1,500 copies of Unmasking Autism will sell. The week that I was on NPR there was a slight dip; only about 1,300 books were sold.

i have done a lot of press for my books. For Laziness Does Not Exist I did easily a 100 damn podcasts and radio shows and newspapers and excerpts in magazines. none of it corresponded to a noticeable bump in sales. the biggest "get" my publicist found for my latest book was the Glennon Doyle show, a booking she and her team celebrated and then spent months clamboring excitedly for... it, too, had no obvious relationship to sales.

Unmasking Autism became a bestseller because some other guy made a tiktok about it, and then a bunch of tiktokkers made videos about it too. all on their own. without any prodding from me, or any relationship to me. it was completely organic, passionate, and sincere, and rooted in the book's true merits and usefulness to other people, and that's why it inspired lots of sales. and continues to more than a year and a half later. all the press I did for Unmasking Autism prior to the release of that tiktok did relatively far less. NPR, Goop, the LA Times, Lit Hub, Jacobin, Huffpo, the New York Times, the Financial Times, MSNBC, Business Insider. Didn't matter. at least not much. so why do i bother?

publishers really ride your ass trying to make you give lots of interviews and show up for lots of events but it's all based on the worship of traditional media and magical thinking that it will somehow convert listeners into buyers. and that's just not how it works. the truth is 95% of books never sell more than 5,000 copies, and most people don't buy books or read them. i love reading but i dont think this is itself some terrible loss, as most books are padded-out commodities made for sale more than a work of true artistic passion or scholarly merit, and sometimes listening to a 90 minute interview with an author tells you the bulk of what you need to know.

it's freeing to know that the effort i put into getting my books out into the world have almost zero relationship to the books' success. marketing just does not work. it's a relief. unmasking autism did fabulously because it's actually both good and useful. laziness has had a long life span because it speaks to real problems in people's lives and gives them a message they are desperate to hear. but no amount of thirsty ass online shilling will make somebody realize that and it's maddening to try. you just gotta focus on doing good work, work that you enjoy making or need to make and that you feel good about, let things flop if theyre gonna flop, and keep on living your life.

which is all good news because i really do hate a lot of these fucking interviews. how can i stomach being on npr or in the atlantic or whatever these days given how complicit nearly all major media outlets are in justifying this genocide. like who fuckin cares about them, who wants their approval. who needs it. it's of no value

[cranberryjuice-posts]

hiii want to say that i just met your blog and i obsessed with it!! i really love your writing. anddd i want to make a abby request, abby and reader are in college and abby is like super popular and when they start to date reader is called “abbys girl” all the time and get super flustered? i dont know if i express myself good, english is not my first language, sorry! hope u have a amazing day, xoxo <3

- Abby’s girl -

Pairings - modern au! Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader

An - this is kinda bad I’m sorry 😭😭 I wasn’t really sure what plot to write but I still appreciate the request.

Everybody was cheering. With only a minute left on the clock the Seattle wolves vrs the Jackson mustangs— one of the oldest lasting rivals on and off the court, were pushing one another around trying to keep Abby from making her shot.

The blonde dodged around trying to avoid the other team. Making it to the 3 point line she threw the ball. Going through the hoop the clock blared at the same time, the referees announced the wolves win making the home side scream with excitement.

Abby shouted happily, making eye contact with you she grinned. Making your way out of the stands was easier said then done.

Eventually getting to the locker room you walked towards Abby’s spot. One of her teammates walked past you taking a moment to say hi. “Shit It’s Abby’s girl, hey she’s just over there the girls are cheering for her”

You felt your face turn red, “oh thanks” with a smile you watched as she walked away before going towards the shouting. Being the girlfriend of the basketball team captain tended to help boost your own reputation. Most of them didn’t know your name only addressing you as ‘Abby’s girl’.

Was it your preferred way of being addressed… well no. But it wasn’t the end of the world, all it did really was embarrass you.

Setting your purse down by Abby’s duffel bag on the bench you watched as the girls other girls crowded around her, chanting Abby’s name while they all celebrated their big win which would now take them to state. You were and always will be Abby’s biggest supporter, no matter what you would never miss any of her games.

She instantly noticed your presence, breaking free abby quickly made her way to you. Grabbing you by the waist she pulled you into a messy kiss. It was full of adrenaline and not coordinated. Pulling back Abby kept her face close to yours. A few of the other girls on the team chuckled at the display making you blush. “Hey” abby flirted against your lips.

“Hi” You giggled “You did amazing out there.. I mean really I genuinely believe Your Gonna win this thing”

“And im Gonna do even better tonight” she continued her cocky streak, pressing your hips against hers.

You rolled your eyes finding her attempts at seduction funny. “Uh huh, I’m gonna wait for you outside ok” kissing her one more time you gasped as she grabbed your ass. You rolled your eyes as you pulled back, giving her a warning look as Abby remained on her high.

—

You sat down on a bench near by the exit. Pulling out your phone you started to scroll on Instagram, trying to decided what to make a post about. That and finding a new restaurant near by to take Abby to, just to celebrate her big win before she actually tried to get you pregnant.

“So your Abby’s girl huh?” A woman spoke. Looking up you were taken back by seeing Ellie Williams the Jackson mustangs team captain.

Confused you nodded “uh yeah..”

She just scoffed. “How the hell did she manage to pull you” standing up you grabbed your purse, Ellie knew you had been offended by what she said.

“First of all she didn’t pull anyone, how we got into a relationship was because she’s a good person and secondly” you looked her up and down “why are you even over here, your bus is on the other side of campus”

“Damn, I was just asking” she laughed crossing her arms “but seriously though Abby? Her being a good person, that’s total bullshit she’s anything but good, besides I can do anything she does”

“Except win a Game”

You could tell Ellie was starting to loose her patience. Why was she over by you, to hell if you knew. There was a tense silence between you both, before she could speak the back door opened.

Abby stood tall and strong as always only her former grin was replaced with a look of disgust. Getting up you walked over to her, kissing her cheek. “Williams”

“Anderson”

Both girls staring at each-other with a Look of hate, You had heard Time and time again the rivalry between the two schools and between their families. “Why are You over here, and better question why are you talking to my girl”

“Fuck dude nobody’s trying to fight Dina just forgot her bag inside I offered to come get it.” Ellie looked at one once again before gesturing her head to Abby. “Your Girl seems like a real catch, guess you got lucky”

“Guess i did” her response was harsh. At this point you were fed up with the conversation and dealing with Ellie. Grabbing Abby’s hand you pulled her away.

——

Sitting on Abby’s bed you laughed softly at watching her go on a rant. “And don’t get me started on Joel the sheer fucking audacity of that man! He punched my dad because he couldn’t help Ellie. I repeat he punched MY DAD— why are you laughing”

“Nothing Nothing its Just.. your really cute when you get mad” Abby flipped you off making you laugh once again. After a moment she sat down on the bed beside you, taking a calming breath she leaned over kissing you softly, slowly, sensually.. pulling back she gently squeezed your hand.

“What did I do to deserve you” she muttered.

“Not much but working out and getting buff and being blonde helped, you know the important shit” you gave her a charismatic smile

“Your not Funny”

“I’m hilarious”

[goldsbitch]

I gave so many signs

summary: First unrequited love is not the one to ever leave your mind. Y/N looks back at her missed connection with Charles Leclerc from the time they were just teenagers and regrets having him slip away.

song fic (disclaimer: rights belong to the respectable owners)

exile - Taylor Swift Lie to me - 5 Seconds of Summer (feat. Julia Michaels) Worst of you - Maisie Peters

warning: Present time, the past

Coming back home to Monaco always brought a sour smile to her face. She loved growing up in this strange small town where everyone knew each other and celebrities came to show off and then went back to wherever, to tell stories of Monte Carlo.

They say that you get to experience three very different real loves in your lifetime - and only if you're lucky, it would be with the same person. Her first love was Charles Leclerc.

I saw you lookin' brand new overnight I caught you lookin' too, but you didn't look twice

Visiting family was the reason why she always came back, but going out with the few girls from high school who stayed there was a treat she dared not to miss. There is just something about hanging out with those people who helped one buy the first eyeshadow and with whom she pregamed at one of their step dad's dermatology office before going on trying to get into any club that would allow minors in. So there she was once again, at the old time spot, having a harder time to hold her alcohol since she'd passed the magic non hangover years. And to her luck, he walked in only a bare half an hour later than her.

Whenever she saw him, even after those years, it was like everyone else had dissapeared from the room. He seemed to age like wine.

It's 3 AM and the moonlight's testing me I know that you've been holding on to someone else And now I can't sleep

"Come here to me," she teased, moving closer to him. He tried to stop her and playfully pushed himself the furthest away possible the couch would allow. "Charlie, let me see!" she insisted and sat on top of him. She had to act quickly, there would be no way for her to keep the upper hand. He was just turning eighteen soon and the time in gym was starting to bring back results. "I do not have any hairline, Y/N," he gasped, annoyed. His tone changed. Back then she interpreted it as just him being done with her shit. Looking at it now, there probably was a different reason why he became more stiff. She sat on him, going through his hair and taking few photos, blissfully unaware. "I'll show this to you in a few years and we'll see! Ha!" Charles eyes were shooting arrows in her direction. She looked back at him, curious and not grasping the moment in the same way as he did. "What?" she asked simply. "Nothing..."

I can see you standing, honey With his arms around your body Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

She laughed a bit at that memory as she sipped her drink and tried her best to avoid keeping looking back at him as he sat with his current friends and an absolute gorgeous girl laughing at his joke. She knew who she was. Sometimes she peaked at his socials and then blocked him again right away. She certainly knew he had her blocked.

They went to different schools and Charles had his racing activities anyway. So they'd spent a lot of time texting. A lot.

It was just one of the horrifically long school days where she doubted the point of her existence. Life had to be more than sitting in a pointless computer science class. She wanted to be a big lawyer girl boss one day, so why would she ever care about programming. There she was, staring at the assignment from the teacher who was stuck in 20th century anyway, having little to no clue what to do. As she'd usually do, she texted Charles. Bombed him with twenty texts demanding attention, before he finally responded. "OMG i thought someone had died" "i am dying charles" "no your not" "*you're" "i can go back to my race simulator if you keep being a little shit" "nooo, please dont go. you're my only hope. sorry, your. i get it, you got out of the school too early." "that's it, i'm gone" "noo, please stay, I'll be nice and say nice things about you" "i'm staying, go on" "you are absolutely gorgeous" "yes, agree. more" "you are soo funny, amazing, future heart breaker and your passion for racing is so inspiring" "i like this. more"

Second, third, and hundredth chances Balancin' on breaking branches Those eyes add insult to injury

They were inseparable, yet nobody knew. Always meeting alone, because they did not need anyone and their social circles didn't really meet together. Whenever he was back in town, the two of them would hit up their favorite café or hang out at his house and then go for a walk. The two of them walked around Monte Carlo as if they were suppose to be the cartographers creating the first map of that area ever. Those were the good old days that came to end very unexpectedly.

We always walked a very thin line You didn't even hear me out (Didn't even hear me out) You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)

His hands were shaking when he sent the email. But he just could not take it anymore. He was over the moon in love with her and didn't know how to contain it.

"there is no easy way to say this. i love you. sorry. i'm stupid and i know we're just friends. but i basically live only for racing and seeing you. i'm terrified of seeing you with someone else. if there is at least a cell in your body that feels the same, please let's meet up and talk about it. if not, do not reply and i will never mention this again and deal with it. i love you."

She was seventeen when she got his message out of the blue. A scared little girl who was petrified of feelings and anything relationship related. So she never replied to his email.

All this time I never learned to read your mind I couldn't turn things around (I couldn't turn things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (You never gave a warning sign)

Charles had a very little hope that she'd feel the same - why would she, such an amazing person, kind, fun and totally glorified in his eyes, so he could not even imagine him being worthy of her. But what if? What if he was enough? With every day when she did not respond to his email, his heart sank lower. Still, the pain of the first rejection is a hard one to take, because it's usually from a scared unexperienced heart to another and the clumsiness causes great deal of accidental collateral damage one remembers until the end of their life.

You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out

She texted him from school few days after that - a normal text, as if nothing happened. Both of them were too chicken to address the situation openly. So he opted for buring his feeling and she for playing like she had no idea. Deep down, she always knew, even before he emailed her. They texted, continued to meet up. But it was never the same again.

Flashing back to New York City I was done, but you undid me Classic me to run when it feels right

It was hard to get closure for her. After all that had happened and the mess the two made for each other was a hard lesson she remembered vividly. She glanced at your first love again - and finally she met his look, after almost two years of managing to missing each other while they were both back in Monaco. She'd daydreamed about bumping into him, the two chatting and smiling again. The world stopped again for few moments. He shot her an unsure quick half smile that said it all. She knew him too well for that.

And now I wish we never met 'Cause you're too hard to forget While I'm cleaning up your mess I know he's taking off your dress

It was her prom night and she could not be more excited. All her friends were here, family, even Charles managed to get in town to watch her dance and drink all night. She had the night of her life, perfect end to end this chapter of life. The excitement her eyes held was contagious. She spent the first half of her evening with the family and Charles, sharing few dances and laughs. If felt like the good old days. But one shot of tequila led to another and there she was, drunk as pirate and unhinged like a teenage girl. Charles did his best to keep her parents at bay, keep them occupied while he got one of his friends to take care of her. He was worried she might do something stupid, like walk up to the stage and fall down breaking all of her bones. Finally, her parents decided to leave without having to saying goodbye to her after Charles spent a good half an hour convincing them she was just in the back stage and that he'd get her home safe. When they were gone, he began to search for her, only to finally find her sitting on the stairs, making out with the friend he assigned to keep an eye on her.

So take me to every party and just talk to your friends Why don't you let me down, I'll let you do it again Go on and walk all over me, just don't walk away Give me the worst of you 'Cause I want you anyway

It was like being cut open alive and having people watch. There was nothing even remotely graceful about her actions, she was literally sitting on the floor having a battle of tongues with another drunk teenager while people had to walk pass her. It was embarrassing. Charles didn't know what to do. He wanted to run away and never come back, but he couldn't leave her there alone. He couldn't bring himself to stop the two of his friends, because he was just too sad and heartbroken to do so. He just stayed nearby and kept an eye on them. It was one of the longest nights in his life.

She couldn't remember the second half of her prom night and Charles would never speak of it, even though she begged him many times. He always became stiff and started to leave the room. She only kept asking, because it marked one of the biggest shifts in their friendships. He became cold, unresponsive and after few weeks, he stopped communicating completely.

You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before

Funny how people's faces change with years, but the eyes stay the same. The eyes and the look. Charles looked at her the second time this evening. It was like staring back at the eighteen year old boy who was drowning in his feeling.

It was one of her last nights in Monaco before leaving for university. Finally, her dreams were coming true. She was more than ready to get our to show the world she was a force to be reckoned with. She sent Charles countless messages before her final departure, at that moment, she was sure she'll never ever get back to Monaco and wanted to at least understand why he became distant. One evening, he finally agreed to meet up and talk. She was over the moon. Knowing that she could always turn Charles over, she left feeling confident - he was one the very few people she was sure shared the same soul as her. It was as if they'd never stopped talking. Jokes flying everywhere, the two of them strolling around, having no idea this would be the last time (and maybe, that was better for her at the time). There was so much to share, the two kept talking over each other for hours. Charles was happy when she finally stopped to take a breath for a moment. She looked him in the eye and saw a look she'd seen countless of times on his face. There was a shift in her mind and out of nowhere, she was kissing the boy she'd been unknowingly in love for years. She'd realize that she loved him only once she started dating a random guy from her college, expecting the same feeling Charles gave her. But it never came. Had she known, she'd have stayed with him. He tried to convince her to start dating him. Almost begged her to try it with him long distance. But there was a whole world for you to discover, places to be and versions of her that needed discovering. She had kissed only once. But it was a kiss of a lifetime. He blocked her on all socials after she rejected him again.

I never learned to read your mind (Never learned to read my mind) I couldn't turn things around (You never turned things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs) So many signs, so many signs You didn't even see the signs

The girls were laughing at some joke she missed while digging in her memory for traces of her first love. Charles Leclerc. He was sitting few tables away from her. This time, her heart sank as he kissed his girlfriend on the cheek as they walked away from the bar. She wanted to run to him, to talk to him again after all those years. To tell him the same thing he once emailed her. To explain that she was just too young to notice she had the love of her life right next to you. But she knew all too well what his answer would be. And just like he had back then, she never wanted to hear it out loud.

And I know that you don't, but if I ask you if you love me I hope you lie, lie, lie, lie, lie to me

part 2

[bonefall]

Favorite rewritten scene from TPB? Any scenes you think would fuck if they were animated? Dont worry why im asking its not important <3

Hmmmm....

Well, BB!TPB is probably the least changed arc to begin with! Better Bones is a project that is basically trying to deliver on the themes I liked in the first 5 books; a flawed society is on the verge of birthing a great monster, a reckoning generations in the making, which can only be saved by the very outcasts their culture seeks to destroy.

So I'm not adding too much to it which isn't just building up the culture some more, adding personality to some background characters (especially mollies), or shoring up cats in ShadowClan.

I've got an old post floating around somewhere about my goals and a basic summary for each book, but here's a MASSIVE ramble about things I plan to add

The three MAJOR cool scenes in here though?

Rusty's Collar

Deerfoot's Sabotauge

Scourge's Collar

Into the Wild: Opening stuff, ThunderClan expansions, Rusty's Collar

For one, DAPPLETAIL has a much bigger role as Firepaw's first teacher. Rusty speaks Townmew; he needs to learn Clanmew.

So I might make the meeting with Graypaw earlier, or just have a bit more of a transitional period where he's "living with a paw in both worlds" before he gets named Firepaw

He also is able to see and take part in some of the Expanded Roles, while still learning Clanmew.

Frostfur is Head of Kitchen Patrol, pregnant, and overworked. Rusty likes her though, he can't always tell what she's saying but he learns she calls him the "Intense Gingerthing (affectionate)" and she's got cool scars

Tigerclaw might be Head of Hunting, or his cousin Willowpelt. Undecided yet; Willowpelt will be taking over after he becomes deputy though.

I forgor who is Construction Head at the moment, probably Mousefur. In any case it's a molly, One-eye has been retired for a long while.

Dappletail is the Educator, naturally, and she hangs out with Ravenpaw and her son Graypaw. Ravenpaw has a habit of telling tall tales.

The adult he's closest to though? Spottedleaf, the Cleric, like a big sister.

IMPORTANT: Rusty's time as a not-apprentice comes to a hard end with his battle against Longtail. Probably because he now understands enough Clanmew to know he's talking shit.

This time though, we're setting up some foreshadowing lads

Unlike other depictions of the collar removal where it's framed like the triumphant moment he enters the Clans, with a beam of sunlight revealing to Bluestar that he is the cat of great prophecy, his collar being snapped off comes with trembling fury and anxiety

He was terrified and angry in that moment! He's been bullied by Longtail, it just came to physical blows, and he was being choked by his collar digging into his throat so he couldn't breathe. When it suddenly SNAPS, he's hacking and coughing, but the whole Clan is cheering at the spectacle, it's like...

He's being told he's just proved himself. The joy of finally getting what he's really wanted, of landing a mark on his bully and being CELEBRATED for it, it starts to wash away the fear and fury.

It's sudden, like whiplash. He's trembling, he's growling, he's smiling. His stomach is rolling and he doesn't know which emotion is turning it.

Then, his collar is buried. He only sees it out of the corner of his eye, Dappletail (someone he likes) digging a little hole and dropping it in. Like getting rid of something dirty. He can't identify the emotion that prickles his heart in that moment, and to his dying day he never learns the word for it.

But it's going to be the same thing he feels, much much later, after the roar of the BloodClan battle has gone quiet and he's staring at the collar he ripped off Scourge. He spared the leader's life and caused the group to retreat... but, looking at that collar, so lovingly studded with trophies not unlike the ivory Clan cats take from boar hunts...

He realizes that it's meaningful. To Scourge. He can't go far enough to admit that his own collar meant something to him... but...

it would be wrong to just discard this. This emotion drives him to eventually approach Scourge and BloodClan again, in the Epilogue, returning the collar as a gift of goodwill and re-opening discussion about Tigerstar's Impossible Deal. These talks open up a new era of peace and trading between Chelford and the White Hart, until TNP brings it to a tragic end.

But anyway!

Ally Expansions + Deerfoot's Sabotage

In an effort to establish that the Clans have unique subcultures, and that the cats within them are unique individuals, BB!TPB needs more positive supporting cast in more than just WindClan.

GATHERINGS NOW HAVE AFTERGATHERINGS. This is like a discreet afterparty, which adult warriors can choose to attend by simply staying behind when their leadership returns home.

Fireheart regularly attends them until the moment he becomes leader.

A few of his friends in other Clans are Aftergathering regulars. Onewhisker, Mosspelt, Wetfoot.

Some others are just occasional visitors. Mistyfoot is brought along by her sis-in-law, Mosspelt, once or twice. Morningflower comes to do some trades.

(at his FIRST aftergathering he gets to meet Carpwhisker and Cinderfur. These two are noted to stop coming when the political tides harden.)

Because this is the Thistle Era, the Aftergathering is much smaller than it will be in a few generations.

They're also still careful to not leak too much information outside of their own Clans, and the ShadowClan cats are even particularly excited at Fireheart's first Aftergathering because it was difficult to regularly attend these while Brokenstar was leader.

DEERFOOT is a MUCH expanded character. Son of Lizardstripe, brother of Runningnose and Tangleburr, Deerfoot is involved in opposing both Brokenstar, and later NIGHTSTAR when he feels he's going against what Deerfoot fought so hard for.

And, most famously and most fatally, he's the head of the TigerClan Rebels.

Much as I like Ravenpaw... he's not getting his cameo at Stonefur's execution. No, I'm not going to be having the HalfClan cats rescued by Graystripe's bad feeling and also Ravenpaw is there. Freeing the prisoners was an action that came from WITHIN TigerClan.

Deerfoot is going to be beseeching Firestar for it. I haven't figured out EXACTLY how yet, but I'm thinking that it's after Darkstripe was exiled (suddenly, Tigerstar no longer has a mole in ThunderClan) and he's able to ask for Firestar's help openly and honestly, and tell him how many cats will need refuge if the plan is successful.

Being leader now, and not JUST a deputy, Firestar has to consider the way it might drag his Clan into conflict with a huge opponent... which Deerfoot assures won't happen, because his forces have a process. Using ochre and onion, they obscure themselves completely. Not a single one's been caught-- besides the ones who were picked up for the "crime" of being HalfClan.

Deerfoot is going to be killed for what he does here, saving so many lives. So he won't pay for the little trick he's going to pull.

While applying Firestar's ochre and onion, just before entering the camp to rescue the HalfClan cats (and finding they've started an execution early-- with Stonefur), Deerfoot draws back to look at his handiwork. Not a single fleck of his bright, unmistakable orange fur is peaking through his disguise.

So he clicks his tongue, "I've missed a spot." With a rub of his paw, the ochre around the ThunderClan leader's eyes is smudged. Just enough that anyone locking with those green eyes would see the fire poking out from beneath.

Later, when Firestar learns of this after Deerfoot's death... he chuckles with equal parts bitterness and admiration. Most of Deerfoot's Rebels had to go right back to living in TigerClan, and knowing Firestar was leading the battle patrol would take suspicion off them... but, knowing his old, lost ally... a bigger part of it was that Deerfoot was hoping that information would reach Tigerstar and BURN into him.

Compassionate and spiteful to the last, that Deerfoot.

Darkest Hour: BloodClan and Scourge's Collar

I think if I was going to rename the individual books, I'd call the last book of BB!TPB "The Moment of Truth."

BloodClan is keeping the way that it's not important until the last book. Aside from an offhanded mention here and there and a run-in with some peons that replace the rats that attack Bluestar, they're not relevant until the moment they're introduced.

I do want to keep how SURPRISING it was to see them suddenly roll up, keep that feeling that they're brutal, unsettling, foreign. When Tigerstar loses his shit on Scourge for not following his order and attempts to kill him, I want to keep how cold, sudden, and BRUTAL that ending was.

But... when Scourge FIRST appears on screen, he looks much different from the Iceheart he will eventually become. He begins to look less "monstrous" and more like a PERSON as Firestar realizes that they're not so different.

Scourge has no pupils at first. His eyes are solid, icy blue.

He also has no mouth when he isn't about to bite, no lip synch when he talks. Like he's just existing ominously onscreen, wind ruffling his spiky, ungroomed fur.

Before the killing of Tigerstar, it's noted that Scourge's speech is odd, and hard to understand. But, you can sort of make out his intent if you listen carefully.

Firestar recognizes that he is speaking Townmew, his own first language.

Tigerstar doesn't really respect him enough to listen, until he barks an order and Scourge tells him, "...My cats move when I command them, and not before."

Like canon, Firestar steps forward to speak with Scourge. Unlike canon, he very intentionally begins speaking Townmew.

ALSO like canon, when Firestar explains Tigerstar's crimes, that he will never honor any bargains he has made, and thus that they can't be trusted, he rolls that Nat20 and Scourge tells him that there will be no battle today as he thinks about this new information.

And, of course, Tigerstar lost his marbles about this. And also his organs

And Scourge is SEETHING. That's his LAST straw. He made a deal and he is NOT being given what he is owed, he tried to gracefully walk away only for Tigerstar to disrespect him for the last time, and he's SICK. AND. TIRED. Of backstabbing, DISHONORABLE CLAN CATS.

And YET. He remains cool. And he tells Firestar directly, "In light of this, I have changed my mind. We will be taking what we are owed. You have three days to leave, or it will come to combat."

Another big change from canon is that no Clan needs to be convinced to fight. It's a battle culture. They were ALWAYS going to win, or die in glorious combat. Running away is not an option in this era-- they believe their eternal reward is up in StarClan.

But Firestar CAN unite them, bring them together to discuss battle plans. And in this first day...

TigerClan is dismantled. Though Leopardstar tries to cling to her newfound leadership of TigerClan; both Shadow and River are clearly tense and demoralized. Anxious and snappish warriors are mulling about the camp.

and STILL, Firestar is dealing with a bunch of cats who are openly disrespecting him.

Even when he reminds them, "YOU brought him to the Forest! Tigerstar's deal was HALF our land and I could pull LionClan out at any time! I'm trying to HELP YOU"

Darkstripe in particular is still here with his little xenophobic jabs. And he is Xenophobic Jabbering.

In spite of the guilt Leopardstar feels, and the resentment that Blackfoot is starting to feel for Tigerstar and the position he's being thrust into, they're still DIFFICULT, not giving Firestar clear answers about if they're going to come talk battle strategies or not.

Firestar can't believe this.

They're really gonna do this. Say that TigerClan can take care of its own problems.

They're just gonna try and hold onto their scraps of pride and charge into battle, NO plan, because they think they're above him.

After ALL OF THIS, EVERYTHING thats happened, the times they've fought and he's won, becoming deputy, even earning the authority of a leader...

They're STILL not taking him seriously.

This prompts Firestar to end up losing it, the "I saw what you did to Stonefur" speech to Blackstar is moved here, addressed to BOTH of them.

But this time, there's even MORE victims. He lists ALL of them, plus the refugees still in his camp.

And they're gonna kill even MORE cats? What? To be the smuggest corpses in the GROUND?

OR MAYBE THE HAPPIEST LITTLE SKULLS ON THEIR STUPID HILL.

It SHUTS them up.

Leopardstar, in particular, clearly haunted by this... her own father, Mudfur, is one of those refugees. And she is staring intently at some of the bones on the hill.

Unfortunately, her remorse will not stick. Distance will make Blackstar more ashamed, but Leopardstar begins to look back with nostalgia.

But FOR NOW? It MATTERS.

Darkstripe comes in with another little comment, and she snaps at him.

Then she turns back on the Bonehill, and says the, "This belongs to a darker time" line.

Firestar also ends up visiting with Barley Sr, Jr, and Ravenpaw. Chatting about reasons why Ravenpaw still doesn't want to come back, even though Tigerstar is gone.

And about BloodClan, as Barley Senior comes from there. Bone is his mother (though due to some timeline things I'm considering her being his sister; and then Hoot and Jumper are littermates OR cousins of Junior.)

Ends up explaining a bit about the history, how it was formed because of Oakstar, the context of the descendant of Oakstar turning on Scourge like that

Plus why Barley Sr left. His time as a solver, the death of Violet Sr, the way BloodClan demands tribute to keep its cats fed.

And while BloodClan has issues... Firestar is realizing... so do the Clans.

Violence, blood feuds, war... xenophobia. He's still seething over that exchange from earlier.

Firestar's anxious over the big fight, and the people he knows he will lose. GOOD people. The battle won't discern the crackerjacks from the jackasses; people he loves will die. He HAS to win. And yet, his feelings towards Scourge feel frustratingly conflicted.

On the second day...

Finally he's getting somewhere with the other four Clans. Everyone's preparing properly, learning how to fight TOGETHER and not just as four separate entities.

But in ShadowClan, he catches POISONS. Runningnose and Blackfoot are planning to go into battle using the same tactics they used against WindClan-- things that won't kill right away, but will cause inevitable infection and kill slowly, and painfully.

And they're showing OTHERS about it, too.

And this UPSETS Firestar

But, AGAIN, he's able to talk to them. They have a point-- if BloodClan is going to use those claw-weapons, they ALSO have an unfair advantage.

Firestar, about to invent Rules of Engagement: "If they weren't going to use them though?"

That's how Firestar ended up in a british back alley. Meeting with BloodClan.

Scourge is cold and polite, as always, makes a comment about him being early.

Firestar tells him about the poisons, how he's seen them be used before, and how they will kill slowly,

Scourge is torn... at first, thinking it might be a lie, but then the shock of what might happen sets in. He asks, "and why would you warn us about this?"

"Because it's the right thing to do. We're fighting for our home and you're fighting for your promise; It should be a fair fight."

"which means you're reigning them in, then?"

Nods, "If you use the claw extenders, they're going to use an unfair advantage of their own"

As they dig deeper into the conversation, Scourge loses his patience.

"Enough. I've heard enough lies from Clan cats, forest fool. You untrustworthy lot NEVER uphold your end of the bargain, you come here to weaken us but we will not be tricked by a dishonorable foe ever again."

It's starting to hit Firestar now. Scourge... is kinda right.

He's RIGHT to be so distrustful of Clan cats. To think they're dishonorable. He's seen them all himself; liars, hypocrites, cowards, all of them allowing EVIL things to be done to innocent cats.

The pause seems to last days, but it's clear to Scourge he's thinking deeply about what he said.

When Firestar looks up he tells him, "I understand. But I am honorable."

Scourge laughs at that. The whole alley does.

But he stands firm. He will uphold HIS end. "And when you come tomorrow, you will see that I've held my people to it."

"Then you're a greater fool than I thought, weakening yourself."

"Tigerstar believed that honor made us weak," he says with defiance, "and you killed him. I buried him. Now he is dead; don't choose to keep his memory alive."

AND ON THE THIRD AND LAST DAY

When they all come to face off at Fourtrees, it is seen, most of BloodClan is not wearing their extenders.

And most of the Clan cats do not have deathberry-red claws.

There are just some. On both sides.

Scourge is not one of them. His claws are his own

Fire and Scourge step foward in the center, their armies behind them.

Scourge quietly points out the irony in a hushed tone, for what he is about to say could have offended either army;

"Two fools, alike in their dignity. Perhaps in another time we would have been Brothers-in-Honor, you and I."

Brother-in-Honor = Townmew term for someone who unites you through a shared, noble cause.

But Firestar is done. He had to say goodbye to many of his cats this morning, he doesn't know who will live and who will die. The Warriors stand behind him, proud and noble, but terrified to their core. He knows this.

This is their HOME. And he is the holy leader of ThunderClan, bearing the fragment of a star within him.

He's lost his patience, and his sympathy. When he responds, it's loud enough for both armies to hear. (Note: Ever so slightly performative)

"Last chance, Scourge! One step further, and you'll meet the full might of the Warrior Clans."

"Two fools," the little cat laments, "One far more foolish than the other!"

He screeches for BloodClan to attack, and like canon, Firestar loses track of Scourge in the torrent of angry cats

Battle otherwise goes very similar to canon. Out of left field, Darkstripe turns on Firestar with deathberry-red claws, furious and embarassed that he took Tigerstar away and prevented them all from fighting with "every advantage"

Graystripe. One-Man Firestar Defense Squad, body checks him and kills him, trembling in disbelief and immediate regret over his brother's body

Whitestorm loses his fight with Bone and falls, bleeding, to the ground

As he dies, he tells Firestar to let go of his grudges. He was wronged, he was hurt, but please don't let that stop him from making the right choice. Longtail should be deputy.

Firestar announces Longtail is his deputy right there.

The apprentices dogpile Bone in revenge, though I also wouldn't mind changing it. In any case, Bone's dead before Willowpelt can even realize her mate is gone

When he finally sees Scourge again, they grapple ferociously until the little cat breaks loose

Trying to avoid the grallocking move that ended Tigerstar in a blow and not knowing Scourge can't do that without his claw extenders, he pulls back and leaves himself wide open for a vicious transverse slash

He's split open from neck to arm, he can feel himself bleeding out

Scourge looks at him with pity but says nothing, flicking his claws like he's wicking the blood from a sword.

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Firestar's vision fades into flashing stars and bursts into the silver-and-blue lights of StarClan

He sees the faces of everyone who he's lost, everyone he couldn't save. Spottedleaf who died in a raid. Stonefur whose execution came too soon. Pikepaw who refused to take refuge with his mother. That old bastard Deerfoot. Whitestorm whose blood is replaced with fresh stars.

Yellowfang comes forward, threading constellations like stitches through his gash, snipping at him to stop wriggling like a worm. Spottedleaf is also helping in a way he doesn't understand, licking his fur the wrong way and returning his lost blood like a Mi returns warmth to a cold kitten.

He smiles, filled with the wonderful sensation of a Sharing of Stars, until it hits him again that he needs to go back

Hmm.. maybe ill have it so Whitestorm had no last words and he gives them here. "Don't let the grudges of the past ruin the future. Make the choices you know are right."

Bring the theme together; he was talking about Longtail, but Firestar interprets it differently.

And when he wakes up in his body, gash aching but skillfully closed by the best healers he ever knew, he feels like they filled his veins with a lion's blood.

He grins, a mixture of humor and righteous fury. He didn't know Scourge's tricks, but he doesn't know HIS either.

Scourge has his back turned, focused on Onewhisker who's cowering in front of him. Firestar bowls into him, catching him off guard

"You! You died! I killed you!"

"I played dead."

With a second bolt of strength, Scourge tries to turn it around and they tumble, hissing and spitting, but the little cat doesn't get a second chance

He's pinned like prey, one paw holding his head and the other pulling down his shoulder, growling like an animal with its neck exposed for a brutal killing bite

Firestar lunges down and Scourge screeches, a horrible crack of teeth on bone quiets the battlefield

And then a SNAP

The sun glimmers on the bloodstained collar's fangs, one of the teeth cracked by Firestar's jaws, as he throws it behind him

Scourge's face is truly apparent to Firestar for the first time, his icy eyes wide with astonishment

Firestar recites the beautiful words that had once been made hollow by hypocrisy, "A true warrior does NOT need kill to win their battles," but he presses his paw into Scourge's pulse as a warning, "DO they?!"

He lifts his paw, and Scourge calls for BloodClan to retreat

Though the warriors are shocked at first, they saw his collar ripped off and his black fur soaked in his own blood, and understood they were losing

Just as united as any Forest Four following the command of a leader, each warrior disentangled as quickly as possible and streamed out behind their bolting leader

Some warriors ran after them to chase them out, and came back a few minutes later

And just like that, it was over. They were gone.

But, that collar is laying there, in the light of the setting sun. The inner fabric is purple, covered in a layer of red and brown from a mix of fresh and dry blood. Various teeth poke through, which he now realizes are from various predators.

Firestar gazes at it and feels Rusty's heart beating. He has that strange, indescribable feeling again.

It's... just like Clan cat hunting trophies, yes. It's a valuable, meaningful object to Scourge. It's a spoil of war made of spoils of war. That's why it's stirring his chest, surely. There's something... deeper to this item. It shouldn't be discarded; this item needs to be kept safe.

Or, perhaps, returned.

From there, the epilogue is gravy. When Firestar arrives in the alley again, this time flanked by several cats, Scourge is still recovering from his many injuries. He feels like he's been seeing Firestar's face too often-- and then the collar is gently placed on the ground.

Just like Firestar expected, there's an energy that washes over the gathered cats, and even the unreadable Scourge now seems awestruck by the gesture. The collar was something greater than just a collar; though Firestar couldn't remember if he had ever been told what a BloodClan collar represented.

Speaking, again, in Townmew, he explains that Tigerstar made Scourge an Impossible Deal, which the treacherous tyrant never meant to honor in the first place. But he is dead. BloodClan cannot have the territory and the Clan cats have won it fairly-- but what CAN we do for you? What were you seeking?

The answer was so simple that it was almost sickening. That they'd come to blows, and cats had died, over something that could have been worked out so easily. BloodClan had plenty of food from the humans' excess and hunting in the wilderness was not a skill they ever had anyway. What they wanted was materials.

Wood. Flowers and herbs. A chance to walk along the hiking trail and see the giant trees. Maybe the occasional piece of prey they didn't have access to in the town, like squirrels and frogs.

So, for a while. There was peace in the Forest, bringing the Tiger Era to a definitive close and beginning the fruitful, but short-lived Fire Era.

So! Them's the major changes. Take your pick of the scene you think is coolest, personally I've got a thing for Firestar ripping off Scourge's collar.

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

PART TWO.

Read part 1 here.

Read part 3 here

Gojo Satoru x Fem! reader.

a/n: I hope you enjoy this part, in the next parts things will get more exciting and heated so stay updated..

warnings: At some point this story will contain SMUT parts.

words count: 1127.

You awoke to a pounding headache, your phone ringing none stop. You had trouble sleeping at night, the house was spacious and it felt really cold and empty.

"Shit, it's already 10 am," you muttered upon realizing the time.

Picking up the phone, you anticipated the caller is your nosy cousin.

"Morning," you greeted, met with her enthusiastic response. "Everything okay? Why'd you call?"

"Come on, spill! Did the curse break?" she asked.

With a sigh, you knew this was none of her fucking business.

"No. You know it takes time, right? It's gradual."

"Ah, how was it, then?" she inquired.

"How was what?" you raised an eyebrow, already prepared for her persistent questioning.

“Having sex with the famous Gojo Satoru?”

Your eyes widened, and your heart raced. Should you lie? He didn't touch you he hadn't even stayed the night.

"G-good," you lied, "Gotta go now," you added, ending the call with a flush on your face.

You'd always fantasized about your first time, picturing a softly lit bedroom, under the touch of your lover, while making love passionately. But, all those dreams shattered the moment you married Satoru. Neither of you had any intention in touching each other.

You stretched out of bed to prepare breakfast "Am I gonna live like this forever?”

•At Jujutsu High•

"Oh, Gojo-sensei! What brings you here?" asked Yuji.

"Huh? Teaching!" Gojo replied, putting his blindfold on.

"But you just got married," Yuji remarked.

Gojo patted Yuji's head and smiled, "Then who's going to teach my precious students if I'm not here?"

"Oh, about that, Principal Yaga said Mei Mei and Utahime-sensei will handle it."

"Hah? No!"

"Bothered, Gojo Satoru?" Mei Mei said in a seductive tone as she approached.

"Shouldn't you be next to your wife? Snuggling?" she teased.

"And let you teach my students? Oh no."

"Utahime, you're here! See, Gojo left his wife all alone in bed just to teach."

"I give it to you, Gojo. You're committed to teaching," joked Utahime.

"Satoru," said Principal Yaga, appearing in the classroom.

"Been on the phone with your wife," he added.

"Huh, why?" questioned Satoru.

"Well, you're a married couple, and teaching will consume all your time. So, she'll start teaching here as well, and both of you can spend time together," he explained.

Satoru froze but maintained a blank, poker face.

"She doesn't even have cursed energy. What do you expect her to teach? Rocket science?"

“Huh he doesn't want his wife here?” whispered Utahime.

“I mean you know both of them were forced into this, bet he didn't even fuck her” said Mei Mei in her usual amused tone.

"I know, but she's skilled in martial arts and weapon use. She'll excel at training your students."

"Did she accept your offer?" Satoru asked through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, she was happy about it. She said she'll be here in an hour."

“So should be we leave, since Gojo is here?” Asked Utahime.

“Leave? hah we've come all the way just to leave” Replied Mei Mei “also it's a great opportunity to meet your wife, Gojo.. and celebrate”

“Celebrate?” asked Megumi.

“Yeah your step mom will start working here, she deserves a good welcoming”

“Quite that Mei Mei, dont make a buzz out of it” said Gojo in an annoyed tone.

“come on, Gojo.. Don't spoil the fun.. don't you think your lovely wife is deserving of a celebration ”

• Time Skip •

Y/n's Pov

It was my first time at Jujutsu High, unlike my siblings, cousins, and now husband. I've always been at home, locked away because my family feared that curses might harm me and I won't be able to defend myself. So, I trained at home, learning martial arts and weapon use as my only means of self-defense.

Now, stepping in as a teacher, life indeed full of surprises.

End Of Pov

As you walked inside, someone snatched you into an empty corner.

"What the hell do you think you're doing y/n?" asked Gojo, placing his giant hand on your mouth.

You pushed it away, frowning "Huh?" you raised an eyebrow.

"You'll go to Principal Yaga now, apologize, and tell him that you changed your mind and rejected his offer."

"And who do you think you are to order me around?" you fought back.

"You have no business here, y/n. You're making this more complicated for both of us."

"So, you expect me to be locked in your house forever? Sleeping, eating, and looking out the window?"

"Yes, but not forever, its until you get rid of that curse, and then we'll divorce."

"You're insane. Get out of my way," you said, walking past him but he grabbed your forearm, pulling you closer, his face a few inches away from yours, you could feel his hot breath.

"You're making a mistake."

"Don't worry. I'm here to teach, not to chased after you" you spat back, freeing yourself and leaving him standing there.

....

..

“SURPRISE” everyone screamed their lungs out the moment you stepped into the school's common room.

New faces, you only recognized Principal Yaga's face since he was invited to your wedding.

“Hello y/n sensei!! I'm Itadori Yuji, This is Fushiguro and this is Kugisaki.. we'll be your students” he said in a cheerful tone, giving you a genuine contagious smile.

You smile back, “nice to meet you Itadori-kun” .

“Y/N” started Mei Mei “Congrats for this post, and congrats for your wedding as well” she smiled giving you a hug.

“we heard a lot about you” added Utahime hugging you as well.

Gojo finally joined you, silently leaning against the door frame, observing as you interacted with his students and collegues.

“GOJO!! this beauty deserves a honey moon, can't believe you. You know teaching can wait” Mocked Mei Mei trying to embarrass you.

“Yeah true, newly wed couples should have other things to do instead of teaching” Teased Utahime, trying to offend both of you.

As he began to speak, you cut him off, "Nah, don't worry about us. We already talked and decided to postpone our honeymoon," you said, smiling, fully aware of their intentions.

Gojo approached, wrapping his strong arms around you. "Yeah, y/n and I did talk things out," he stated, leaning in to whisper in your ear, "I'll let this slip once. Don't get comfortable, acting like a real wife."

"You're the one clinging to me right now by the way" you retorted, prompting him to move away.

"Do you see that, Utahime? Not even a spark of love or respect between them," she smirked.

Gojo's Pov

Is that so, y/n? Trying to embarrass me and act like a real wife now. I'll need to put you in your place, and I think Utahime and Mei Mei might be useful this time...another woman will definitely push you away.

End of Pov

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Pookies beloveds do you jnow that cats the musical is the best thing ever created and all the songs are so good and the entire point of the musical is that they are a community and despite it being really weird and having a cat orgy it also has amazing set design, even if it all just happens in the same place and in that one scene when Alonzo kicks a ball and it hits Mr Mistoffeles it was actually an accident and he was meant to catch it and in the 2015 brazilian adaptation in Rio de Janeiro, Rum Tum Tugger holds Mr Mistoffeles' jacket for him so he can dance and also the guy who plays him does a little voice crack while singing and sometimes i repeat it to stim and also do you know that the guy who plays Old Deuteronomy voices that one guy in the Nightmare before Christmas and i headcannon that Victoria is deaf because she is a white cat with blue eyes and its really common for them to be deaf and also i dressed up as Mr Mistoffeles to go to school when i was like 14 and also i think that the 2019 version was really bad not only because of the cgi but because they fundamentally misunderstood the enture story because it makes absolutely no sense that Victoria is the protagonist, the whole point of the thing is that there is no protagonist and that all of them have i am songs instead of i want songs and also the decision to remove Jemima and Demeter and Cassandra and Jellilorum and Etcetera and Electra and leaving only Bombalurina was a horrible idea and making her evil is just fucking up her character, she just think that Macavity is hot she doenst agree with him and also having him sing his own song was so fucking stupid and he was there all the time wich makes no sense because they say in the song that tahy can never find Macavity and he is a ginger cat so why the fuck is he brown, the only person who did a good job was the guy who played Skimbleshanks and thats because he is a trained dancer and not a random celebrity, also they made fun of Bustoffer Jones wich is stupid because in the musical all the cats respect him because he eats everyday and having all the cats singing their own songs was horrible, it took away all of the meaning of all of them being a group, also them making Mr Mistoffeles sing and be all shy was the worts thing ever, Rum Tum Tugger singing his song was to show that he cared about him and trusted him to bring Old Deuteronomy back safely and also he decends from the sky in a sparkling jacket and shoots lightning from his hands, that was a discervice to his characther and dont even talk aboyt beautiful ghosts because this song took away the entire meaning off memory, Grizabella wants to go back to the past so bad that she is willing to do anything for it wich is why she is the chosen for the Jellicle choice and gets to be reborn , the important thing wasnt that it was Victoria who held her hand, the important thing was that no one stopped her, meaning that she had been accepted back in, wich is why in the movie her charactherisation is shit because she would never back away from touch, touch is all she wants, touch means that she is loved and is part of the Jellicles. Also there is way too little dance in the movie. Cats is a ballet. You cant take this out of it. What the fuck do you mean the Mr Mistoffeles song is 1 minute long and he doenst even dance. Where are the piruettes you cunt. Also all the male cats having crushes on Victoria is incredibly out of characther. And they took away my girl Demeter. She had fucking PTSD and it made the viewer understand how evil Macavity trully was and also she sang beautifully and erasing her interactions with Munkustrap was a crime. They fucking had Gus sing his own song instead of Jellilorum wich is stupid because it showed that they cared about him even when he is too old to dance. And Mungojerrie and Rumpleteaser didnt even had their dance routine.

[iaeriy]

desire • florian wirtz

summary: a celebration night left you and your best friend upset so you’re determined to find ways to apologize even if it’s too far. (based on this request!!)

word count: 5.98k!!!

warnings: best friends to lovers trope, mention of alcohol, vomiting, angst, smut, oral sex: f!recieving! unprotected sex,

note: NOT PROOFREAD. but uh, anon..i kinda changed it..BUT DONT GET ME WRONG. i loved writing this one ngl, we’re about twenty followers from being to 1k! anddddd…*drumroll* a month of two til my one year on tumblr 🥳🥳. anywhoo! plz enjoy! 💝

“Why are you drinking, put it down.” Florian said, you turned your head to look at him. “What!?” You shouted, he shook his head. “I said why are you drinking.” He said, you snickered. “It’s only once in awhile flo.” You smiled, he looked at you. “Where’s your sister?” You spoke, finishing your drink, “I don’t know..” he spoke, you rolled your eyes. “I’ll be back!” You said, getting off the stool, you pulled your dress down walking over, you bumped into someone looking up at the guy. You’ve obviously never seen him before, “oh sorry..” you mumbled, lost in his eyes. Either the alcohol had gotten into you or this man was just beautiful. ‘Oh shit’ you thought, he was one of the youngsters from the squad.

“You’re florians girlfriend?” The boy spoke, you shook your head.

“No we’re just best friends since we were young..” you spoke. “You’re reno right? I’ve heard about you from flo.” You smiled, he nodded his head. “So you and florian arent a thing?” He spoke, you shook your head. “No, he’s been a brother to me since we were babies.” You smiled, he held your waist. You looked at him, brows furrowing. ‘maybe hes drunk..’ you thought, you felt eyes on you as you looked around and made eye contact with florian. You looked away quickly, “excuse me..” you said, walking to the bathroom.

a few minutes later..

You walked out the bathroom, not from far you saw florian talking to reno. You frowned, before walking over there. Suddenly florian disappeared, reno looked at you. “Hey i have to go-“ he said, you looked at him. “What..why..” you said as he looked at you, “i have to go, i don’t know why..” he said chuckling nervously, you stared at him. “uh huh..” you said, crossing your arms against your chest, “it’s just, i’m not interested or y’know dating you..” he said, his eyes focusing on somebody. And who was that somebody? Ding ding ding, florian. You nodded your head, “alright.” You walked away, leaving reno shocked. You turned around, grabbing florian by the hand. “Y/n-what are you!” He said, you yanked him to the girls bathroom.

“And just what on earth are you fucking thinking!?” You yelled, “what did you tell him! because all i did was just talk to him.” You said, hands moving around while you spoke. “Nothing! I-I just talked to him about the win that was it-“ he said, you scoffed. “Bullshit! It always happens every fucking time!” You said, throwing your arms around. “..no wonder every guy thats around me doesn’t talk to me because you’re always fucking around blabbering.” You spoke, florian’s mouth widened at your words. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Jesus are you just going to stand there or wha-“ he cut you off, grabbing and holding your hands. You looked up at him, startled. “Am not here to argue with you about this, not on the night you should be proud of me or when i win the league title. I’m not doing this here.” He spat out, throwing your hands as he walked out the bathroom.

You scoffed, locking the bathroom door as you bit down on your lip, thinking about what just happened. You sighed, washing your hands as you dried them before flicking water on your face. You walked out the bathroom, “hey i was looking for you!” Marie said, you smiled. “Flo left upset, is everything okay?” She said, you nodded your head quickly. “Yeah! We’re fine..!” You smiled slightly, she nodded her head. “Come on then, you can stay with me and julie!” She said, you giggled.

After hours of partying and 10 shots of tequila down the drain..

Marie held you by your arm as she walked over to the car, “y/n..you drank a lot..” she said, you giggled shaking your head. “noooo…i didn’tttt..” you said singingly, she got you in the car as you rested your head against the seat. “You should’ve been with florian..where is he..” julie spoke from the passenger seat. “a-am not sure..” you spoke giggling, mind in a different type of mindset. You spread your legs, head throbbing in pain. “my head hurts..” you mumbled, resting your head on the window. marie parked the car infront of your garage, julie turned around laughing at you. “flo would’ve laughed his ass off at you!” She said, you rolled your eyes. “you’re funny julie..” you said whining. Holding back a burp.

Marie held your hand, you got out the car carefully. She wrapped your arm around her, as julie wrapped your other arm around her. The three of you stumbling into the house, you looked around the dark area before marie turned the lights on. You winced, looking away from the light, “you look green y/n.” Julie said, you immediately ran to the bathroom getting THAT feeling. Marie walked back and looked around, “where’s y/n!” She spoke, julie pointed at the bathroom as she ran towards the door. “y/n! can i come in..!” she said, you were retching and puking your guts out. You flushed the toilet, as you got up turning the sink on washing your mouth. Gurgling water.

“y-yeah..you can..come in..” you breathed out, you laid your head next to the toilet seat. marie opened the door and looked at you, “feeling better now?” She said, you shook your head. The only thing in your head repeating were florians words, speaking of florian your eyes widened. “Where’s flo..” you spoke, she shrugged. “not sure..i tried calling him when he left.” She spoke, you nodded your head. “do you want me to leave you alone? i could stay and help?” she said, you shook your head. “no no, it’s okay..i’ll be fine..!” You smiled. She hugged you, “okay..i’ll be going with julie then..call me if u need anything!” marie said, you hugged back nodding your head. “mhm..thank you..” you whispered, she got up walking out as you walked out the bathroom, heading upstairs to your bedroom.

You grabbed a pair of matching panties and matching bra, possibly white as you grabbed a oversized shirt and walked again to the bathroom. Turning the shower on, setting the temperature to cold hoping the cold water would sober you up. You undressed yourself as you got in the water, letting the cold water hit your body. You closed your eyes, holding your palms out to wash your face with the water as your mind went back to the moment in the bathroom with florian. Why did you drink? Did you hurt him? Why did you yell at him? Did you overreact? You immediately opened your eyes, your eyes starting to water for some reason. You drowned your face into the water dropping down.

30 minutes later..

You got out the shower, finished getting ready to sleep. You took some pills for your headache as you walked to your bed, hopping under the sheets. You grabbed your phone from your nightstand, texting florian.

{12:22am} you: hey, i’m sorry for what happened

{12:22am} you: i was just drunk, i didn’t know what i was thinking.

{12:25am} you: text me back when you can flo, please.

You sighed, giving up on your hopes. You decided to put your phone on do not disturb mode, the behavior of your best friend, the person you only talk to, the boy you somewhat love. You tossed around until you fell asleep, hoping a message of his came in.

7:56am..

You woke up, your head slightly still hurting. You sat up, grabbing your phone checking the notification center, hopping to see and look for his notification. just to find out he never texted back, you sighed. You got up, walking to your closet finding a pair of grey flare sweats and a pink longsleeve. You quickly changed, before walking to the bathroom, starting to brush your teeth. You put your hair in a clawclip half up-half down as you put your slippers on that florian had gifted you. You sighed grabbing your phone including your keys and wallet before you headed downstairs.

You walked outside your house closing the door behind you, walking to your car as you got in the driver seat, starting the car, driving off to florians house.

A few minutes later, you arrived outside his house. You swallowed nervously, your heart beating fast like crazy. You quickly got out the car, walking to the door. You stood there, taking all the anxious thoughts in before sighing out loudly as you knocked on the door.

No response.

You frowned, this time pressing on the door bell. You waited, balancing your weight onto every foot. you heard the small loud footsteps as you looked at the door, as it opened. Your heart dropping at the sight of the girl who looked a bit older than you, even sounded older. “Hello?” She said, giving you a disgusted look. Oh. ‘Bitchy aren’t we.’ You thought, “..um is flo around..?” You spoke, you looked at her. She was half naked, wearing one of your oversized shirts that flow had kept. Leg and butt naked. Your heart somewhat aching..keep it together you thought. “Yeah..he’s in the shower..” she said in a mean tone. You werent this dumb, your stomach dropping as it hit you. Why would he do something worse now? Did he really have to? He slept with her. “Hello!? Are you going to say anything!?” She said, you stared at her. “Tell him it’s best we distance ourselves.” You spat out, you turned on your heels walking away quickly as she looked back.

You were gone.

You hid behind the gates of his house, waiting for her to go back in quickly. You watched her go in as you got in your car driving off as quick as you could. Your eyes somewhat tearing up again.

“Oh hey casandra.” Florian spoke, going downstairs shirtless and in black sweatpants. The girl looked at him, her brows furrowed. “Something wrong?” He said, she cleared her throat. “Some girl came by..” she mumbled, he looked at her. “Oh..who?” He said, walking to the fridge. She sat on the stool, looking at the boys back. “I don’t know who she even was. She came talking about its better about distancing..I don’t know.” She spoke in annoyed tone.

He stopped his tracks, looking at her. “Cas, how did she look like.” He spoke, she furrowed her brows again. “She had brown hair..she wore something pink and some grey sweatpants, she was wearing these slippers too. She had her hair down too.” She said, he furrowed his brows thinking. “Distancing..” he thought of the word again. His eyes widened as he knew right away, he walked upstairs quickly. “Where the fuck are you going!” The girl screamed. Running to his room, florian grabbed his phone off the charger. His fingers immediately unlocking the screen and tapping on your contact.

He panicked, knowing he fucked up.

{8:02 am} flo: did you come by a few minutes ago?

{8:02 am} flo: it wasn’t what you think it was i swear y/n

{8:04 am} flo: please answer me.

{8:10 am} flo: y/n we can talk it out

{8:11 am} flo: just us

Your phone vibrated multiple times, you looked down to see florians contact. You gulped, putting your phone in your pocket, sincerely you were out with your friends, Vanessa and rachel having breakfast. Your heart still aching, fuck. I guess you did like him. You loved him, how couldn’t you tho? He’s been your best friend since 6 years old? You thought. You zoned out, your hands starting to ache as your body ached from even thinking. “I’ll be back!..” you spoke, excusing yourself walking to the bathroom. You bursted out crying, you wiped your tears off quickly as every tear came down. You breathed shakily.

Who knew what would be more to come.

A few days later go by, you were feeling alright. You havent spoken to florian since the day, you decided to let your friends come over. Possibly not florian, you got ready. As you put on a white dress on, you tied the red lace. You walked over your your closet, finding a pair of white heels, you made your way downstairs. You heard the doorbell ring as you ran to the door, opening it.

“Oh you look so good!!” Vanessa hugged you, you hugged back giggling. “Is marie coming?” She spoke, you nodded your head. Soon your other friends and marie arriving.

A few hours later after a few drinks down the drain..

You were walking around, wobbly possibly not even in a straight line. Feeling tipsy you sat next to marie, your other friends dancing on each other and laughing. “Oh my god y/n..” she sighed out before laughing, you rested your head against her shoulder. “Can we take a fotooo..pleaseeeee” you spoke, she laughed nodding her head. The two of you taking a picture, “oh my god! you’re drunk again!” she said laughing, you shook youe head. “nooppeeee..” you said laughing, laura your other friend took your hand, grabbing you. “Come on! Loosen yourself up more!” She said, you whined. “Finee!” She said, you two walked to the kitchen. She grabbed the bottle of vodka, your eyes widening. She poured some in your mouth, she laughed loudly watching you.

you wiped your mouth, your lipstick smudged. She giggled. “Oh my god! You recorded it too!” You said whining, she laughed nodding her head. “Whyy nott..”she spoke, you rolled your eyes. Vanessa sat down on the couch, as you quickly walked to the living room sitting next to marie. “So, you didn’t invite florian?” She spoke. You turned your head looking at her, “no..” you mumbled, ugh. Why was he brought up you thought. “He was..u-um..” you burped on accident, covering your mouth. “sorry!..he was busy, i forgot to mention!” You said, making a lie up.

Laura grabbed your hand again, “come on!” She said, you whined. “A-Again!?” You said, she nodded her head. “There’s more!..” she said, you rolled your eyes. You got up as the two of you walked over to the kitchen. You sat on the counter, kicking your legs around. “W-What time is it..” you said, she looked at the electronic clock. “twelve twenty-“ she spoke, your eyes widened. She gave you the bottle again, you chugged the lasy bit of it as her eyes widened. “I-I think that’s enough!” She said grabbing the bottle from you, you whined.

An hour later after cleaning and a mess of cups..

“You sure you’ll be okay?” Marie said, you nodded your head. “M-Mhm..i’ll be fine!” You spoke, she smiled. “Okay, well bye!” She said closing the door. You walked to the kitchen, going to the fridge. You grabbed a cold water bottle, you opened it taking a sip out of it. You made way to your room upstairs, just as you were about to sit down on the bed.

The knock on the door made you whine out loud. You lazily got up, “c-coming!” You said, the door bell ringing multiple times now. “I-I said i-i’m coming, jesus!” You whined, running downstairs. Surprisingly you didnt fall on your heels, you opened the door. Your heart dropped. Flo. “guess my invite wasn’t in the mail, huh?” He said, you tried to close the door. Too late. He already had his foot in the house. “Ugh! Can you just get out!!” You whined, possibly stomping. “Have you been drinking again?” He said, you looked at him. “No! Get out of my house! What the fuck do you want!” You whined.

“I came by to talk to you..” he said, you rolled your eyes. “Not. Fucking. Interested.” You spoke, “You’re drunk y/n.” He said, you looked at him, shaking your head. “I-I’m not! Can y-you just get out..” you mumbled, about to turn and walk away before he grabbed you, pulling you to him. “Get off me!” You said whining. He held onto your waist, not letting go. “Stop! Just get off me!” You whined, he didn’t let go. “Florian! Let me go!” You yelled out. “Look can i just talk to you!” He said, putting you down, as you looked at him. You sighed giving in as you nodded your head. “Look, i’m sorry for the day you came over. You don’t get it, i was hurting. She meant nothing, i promise. She didn’t at a-“ you scoffed, “Seriously!? She meant nothing. That’s bullshit!” You spat out, his eyes widened. “You fucking knew what you were doing! She wore my shirt! My shirt that i left at your house when u let me sleep the night over!” You yelled, about to slap his chest he grabbed both your wrists. You looked at him.

“Look, i was hurting. What you said affected me, i’ve been your best friend since we were 6 y/n. Even your soulmate okay. I fell for you. I love you.” He said, your eyes widened. “I couldn’t stand seeing you next to reno at all, same with other guys when we go out and you’re trying to talk them out of something. I’m so-“ he spoke, before you got out his grip, cupping his cheeks tightly as you kissed him. He kissed you back, hand holding your waist, you stumbled back and forth until your back hit the knee wall of the stairs. He picked you up, the two of you still kissing. He walked upstairs, closing the door behind as he laid you down on the bed, he laid himself ontop of you. He kissed you deeply this time, you kissed back.

He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth, his warm tongue exploring around your mouth passionately as your tongue slowly began moving against his. His hands, sliding up your dress. Your hand holding onto the back of his head, knee rasied against his hip. He pulled away sometime, you looked at him breathlessly. “Stand up for me.” He said, you nodded your head. You stood up, slightly wobbily infront of him. You were abt to take your heels off before he held your waist, giving it a slight squeeze. “hm..” you said. “Keep your heels on..” he said, you nodded your head. You untied the lace off your dress, pulling your dress off by the sides. you let the dress fall down, pooling around your ankles as you slipped your legs out of it.

His breathing increasing watching you, the boner aching through the fabric of his cargos. You sat on his crotch, wrapping your arms around him. He kissed you deeply again, his hand squeezing and cupping your breast as you kissed back with a whimper. You slightly moved your hips back and forth against his crotch. He groaned deeply into your mouth, you let your tongue slip in his mouth this time. The two of you playing and exploring each others mouth, he grabbed your back before moving you to the bed as he laid against you. Your legs opening apart, his bulge pressing against your core. Your hands sneaking under his shirt, fingers roaming through his abdomen and chest. He bit down on your bottom lip, you winced a bit.

He pulled back, kissing your lips again before his lips trailed down to your neck. You tugged on the hem of his shirt, you looked at him. Your eyes dilated and big, he chuckled as he watched you raise his shirt to his abdoment. Raising it higher and higher he took it off, discarding it somewhere in the room. His lips going back to your neck, his lips moving against your skin as he sucked on a spot, leaving a mark. You whimpered, holding onto his chest, your acrylics starting to run across his back. Florian began to bite on your neck, leaving small marks around your skin. He pulled back, tilting his head looking at you, seconds later you’re looking down at him having the chance to unbutton his pants. He smiles, caressing your cheek.

“Florian, please..” you whined, he kissed down your chest, his hand fondling with your boob. He took your nipple into his mouth, sucking onto your nipple as he used his tongue, flicking his tongue around your hardened nipple. You bit on your lip, his hand kneading with your other boob, his finger pulling and pinching your nipple causing you to moan. He pulled his mouth off with a ‘pop’ a little string of saliva connecting onto your nipple. You blushed heavily, before he moved his mouth to your other nipple doing the same to your other boob. You tugged onto his hair, legs wrapping around his waist attempting to grind yourself onto his boner. He pulled away, moments later you bit on your lip. He pulled his cargos off, he positioned himself infront of your core. You blushed again, his hands wrapping under your lower back, pulling down your white thong.

You looked away, flustered and heated as your cheeks blushed in pink and warmness. You bit on your finger slightly looking down at him, he licked a long stripe letting his wetness stick to his tongue. You arched your back, moaning at the sensation. His tongue, licking the top of your pussy, sucking on your sensitive pearl. You held onto his head, moaning uncontrollably as his tongue did the work. You leaned your head back, as your thighs rested on his shoulder. He moved his mouth further down, his tongue licking between your folds near your entrance. His face burried in between your thighs as you moaned uncontrollably. “Flo..” you breathlessly moaned out.

He continued eating you out, “y-you’re..t-teasing..” you spoke, he hummed as his tongue slipped into your entrance. You moaned loudly, feeling the tip of his tongue hit your opening. You gripped onto his hair whimpering, “k..keep doing—mmngh!..that!” You moaned out, holding onto his head. Your eyes rolling back, feeling yourself slowly closer. Minutes later, your gripping onto his hair as your other hand is gripping onto the pillowcase, “I-I’m gonna..” you moaned out, his index finger rubbing on your sensitive pearl. Your back arching causing your bubble to burst as you came around his tongue with a cry. He chuckled, licking your pussy one more time before moving his mouth away. You looked down at him, breathing heavily.

He sat up, pulling his boxers down giving it a few strokes, precum oozing out. Your eyes slightly widened, he grabbed your chin as you looked at him. He positioned himself against your core, this time pushing himself into your entrance. You gasped eyes rolling to the back of your head, scratching his back at the stretch, he groaned watching your face expressions before he slowly began to thrust into you. Your legs slowly wrapped around his waist, he nearly laid himself on you. His right hand caressing and squeezing your boob, you whimpered before he kissed you. You kissed back, cupping his cheek. He continued thrusting himself into you, keeping up with a rhythm as his cock pulsated in and out into your walls.

He rested his forehead onto yours, looking down as he watched himself pull in and out of your pussy. You held onto his waist, whimpering and slightly moaning. He began to thrust faster into you, causing you to let out a hiccuped whimper. You held his jaw, the two of you making eye contact as he groaned against your lips, you moaned uncontrollably. “Open your legs, baby..” he said, you whimpered at the moan. Your legs opening wide, you rolled your eyes. He stopped thrusting, you whined before he grabbed your hips, your inner thighs touching against his as your lower back was lifted. He thrusted deeper into you causing you to moan loudly already.

“O-Oh god!” You moaned out, his hips thrusting quicker into you, gripping onto your waist. Your hands gripping the pillow case, head burrying into the pillow. Your boobs bouncing up and down with your body jolting forward within every thrust. His free hand, holding and squishing your boob. You moaned uncontrollably, florian groaning feeling your walls squelch around him. “You’re so pretty..” he whispered, you whimpered. He kissed you again, your moans muffling in between the kiss, you held onto his arm.

The room soon filled with the sounds of your moans and grunts including florians deep groans and moans. His breathing getting tense, picking up the pace, lost in pleasure, including you.

Your tummy began to twist inside, your walls slowly tightening. You whined, as he leaned closer into you, your legs closing against him. He looked at you, resting his forehead against yours yet again, you looked up at him. You moaned, feeling yourself get closer. Florian picked up the pace, thrusting his hips faster than he was. You shut your legs quickly, feeling his tip hit your g-spot, moaning loudly as your eyes rolled back. Your legs crossing and wrapping around his waist, your heels still on as they touched his back. He chuckled at the remembrance of earlier, his hips snapping and smacking against you. “Let go..” he breathlessly said, letting his body lay on yours, head resting on your neck as you came around him, moaning his name out.

Hands roaming through his lower back as your other hand held his head. He slowly thrusted into you, you cupped his cheek breathing heavily. You smiled lazily, kissing his forehead. He kissed your lips, you kissed back cupping his cheek. He pulled out, you sighed at the emptiness, “Turn around for me..” he whispered, you turned around. Now in the middle of the bed, laying on your stomach, holding yourself on your elbows. He kissed your shoulder as you leaned your head back, your head resting onto his shoulder. He chuckled, giving your ass a light squeeze, his lips going down to your back. You giggled in between the kisses he planted on your skin, kissing your lower back.

He softly slapped your ass as you giggled again. He positioned himself behind you, pushing himself again. Your eyes rolling back, knowing the sensitivity would come and hit you. You held onto the sheets, he laid his pelvis onto your ass, hips thrusting slowly into you. Your moans slowly starting to come again, “flo..” you moaned his name out, he tugged onto your hair making a shifted ponytail before he thrusted his hips quicker. You gasped, holding onto the sheets as your moans slipped out one by one, uncontrollably. “Fuuuckkk!” He moaned, slapping your ass. You jolted forward within every thrust, you bit on your lip. Still moaning uncontrollably.

You were sweating, panting and possibly crying. Your mascara was smudged, your lip liner and lipstick combo was smudge. He rested his head on your shoulder, laying on you again. His hips slamming onto your ass, you whimpered in between. His thrusts slowly getting sloppier, you looked up at him. “f-flo..” you moaned out, holding onto the sheets. He fell on you, thrusting harder into you. You let out another hiccuped whimper or more precisely a bunch of stuttery hiccup moans. He chuckled, slapping your ass one more time.

“You’re tightening..again y/n.” He said, you whined. “O-Okay!” You rolled your eyes, he chuckled at your attitude. You let your head fall onto the bed, he pushed himself in deeper, finding your g-spot he thrusted quicker there. You screamed, gripping onto the sheets as you cried out from the sensitivity. “F-Florian!” You moaned out, he smirked. He felt himself twitch as he thrusted quicker onto you, you cried out again. Your tummy twisting yet again, your second orgasm of the night.

Within seconds later, you were gripping onto the sheets, a few tears slipping out before you came all over him. Your walls tightening causing him to slip out, just with a few strokes he came on your back, painting your back with his drops of cum. you fell on your stomach again, breathing heavily. legs shaking, you felt florian get off you. you slowly started to fall asleep before you felt a towel on you, “h-hey!” you said, he looked at you. “sit up.” He said, you sat up facing him. He gave you the makeup wipes, you frowned, your eyes closing as you nearly fell. He held your head, holding you. “You’re not sleeping with makeup..then you’re complaining about pimples y/n..” he said, you whined. He took a wipe, wiping off every inch of makeup on your face.

You whined, he tossed the wipe in the small trashcan. He turned your lamp on. Holding you he undid your bed before placing you on your spot as he laid under the sheets with you. You looked up at florian, before you rested your head on his chest falling asleep.

8:38am..

You were asleep, your arms were wrapped about somebody. Their arms wrapped around you as well, your eyes slowly starting to open as the first thing you looked was under the blanket. Great. A naked you. You looked to your side as you slightly startled yourself. “Stop moving around..” florian said, you smacked his head playfully before you rested your head on his chest again, “shut up..” you mumbled, he woke up looking at you. “Oh you’re awake..” he said, you smiled. “How is your hangover..you drank a lot last night..” he said, you rolled your eyes. “Like shit..you reminded me..” you sighed out, “wait. how’d you know i was drinking either way..” you said, he chuckled. “Maries story..especially lauras..” he said, your face heating up in embarrassment.

“Rightt..” you said, he chuckled. You looked down, the scatter of clothes and your heels. “So..about last night..” you said, he looked at you. “You didn’t mean to sleep with her right?” You said, he nodded his head. “Y/n, i love you. You’re the girl i want to spend my mornings and night with, i love you so much.” He said, you smiled kissing his cheek. “What do you think your mom would say..” you said, he bursted out laughing. “Shh..” he said, you giggled snuggling onto his chest. He kissed your cheek.

[mistydeyes]

a collection of random late night thoughts from a high reader: pt ii

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summary: You're back at it again but this time following a joint Air Force mission in Colorado. Price and Gaz learned their lesson so Ghost and Soap are here to entertain your texts.

read part i here!

pairing: 141, laswell, konig x platonic!reader

warnings: swearing, implied drug use

a/n: okay just a lil something something as I make my way through my inbox! you guys have such cool ideas I SWEAR

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r/n: guys i’m upset you didn’t show me these pictures of you :(

ghost: what the fuck are you talking about

r/n: these :((

r/n:

r/n: @ghost @soap i'm making some snack do you want some?

ghost: if it’s that crap you bought from walmart i’m good

soap: I SMELL POPTARTS

soap: TOAST THE STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE ONES

soap: IM COMING DOWNSTAIRS NOW

ghost: please go the fuck to sleep

r/n: do you guys think that if we had a show about us it would get a movie?

ghost: you know half of our missions are top secret

r/n: I KNOW but imagine if it was like marvel and i got to be played by a celebrity

gaz: they're all hotter than you, no one can channel that ugly mug of yours

r/n: FUCKING FIGHT ME YOU ACTOR WANNABE

r/n: if we were a family:

price would be the dad falling asleep to the history channel

laswell is definitely the fun aunt (she sneaks me wine during holidays)

ghost is your angsty older brother who listens to screamo

soap is the middle child who sets fire to things

gaz is the baby brother and is always sticky🤢

r/n: alejandro and rudy are those uncles who you only see on facebook and they’re either at disney or on vacation abroad

soap: correction i set fire to dolls and make them into one supreme action figure

r/n: alejandro you never told me you met lady gaga (*questioned by alejandro*)

r/n: spotify link to alejandro by lady gaga

ghost: i cant see the links

r/n: ofc you’d be the asshole who uses apple music over spotify

r/n: i miss farah

farah: i miss you too <3

r/n: too bad you’re far-ahway

farah: 😐

r/n: i’ve figured it out

r/n: price is lana coded, gaz is hozier, ghost is a mix of artic monkeys and the 1975, and soap is ajr coded (derogatory)

soap: why do you always shit on me

r/n: just listen to bang! that’s so you

r/n: can we get matching tattoos?!?

ghost, gaz, price, soap: no.

r/n: too late, i already sent an artist these

r/n:

ghost: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT STOP SINGING THE STATES AND CAPITALS SONG I WILL MURDER YOU

r/n: but i was just getting to delaware :(

r/n: you should use this link, price

price: okay, yeet

gaz: he’s becoming too powerful

[dedenneblogs]

HEARTBREAK HIGH S2 ANALYSIS PART 1 (buckle up this is going to be a doozy)

so... it's out (the trailer).

my excitement cannot be expressed...

BUTT! today, i will be doing my iconic mouse analysis of this trailer (this is actually the first time im doing something like this so it's not rlly iconic BUTT it will be soon) with the most comprehensive inspection i can using under 2 minutes of video as a basis....

with that said lets

BEGIN!

the heartbreak highers are back for another "cursed" term....

so glad to see the trio back in action. like. actually so happy. MIGHT explode from excitement... as always, their outfits slaylay.

the boyfriends... friends? boys? BUGS??? found out on hh s2!

these goons are back... gayer then ever,,, seriously. when will these two have an episode long make out 'sesh? unlikely, to much dismay....spoiler alert...you'll see....

MISSY!!!!! and sasha, i guess

SPOILER ALERT AGAINNNN missy looks like she'll be more prominent in this season so...WIN!!!!

also why is she mewing who is rizzing up

and new on the the chopping block-- Rowan Callaghan!

we'll get to rowan when we get to rowan

in other (more important) news-- SHE'S HEALING! HARPER IS HEALING!!!

i... *sobs* i she's growing her hair out oh my GAW...... she's getting better...she... there's a lower chance she'll cock-block amerie (oh but she'll get cock [spoiler-- again!])

butt let's not celebrate just yet-- it's still "everyone hates amerie" up in this joint, smellas

may as well... shot them. huh. well. pop off, i suppose... (amerie asserts her right to bear arms-- truly patriotic coming from an aussie!)

...touché coming from the (still) most hated student in heartly who only adds salt to the wound by... using the pink 'ildo from s1 as a mic... chat... she's lost it.

(unrelated but in the background-- MISSY AND MALAKAI!!! they were building up a relationship between them in s1 and how she and her brother (i think? 'memory's fuzzy) helped him heal from the shit he had to go through in s1 and even better connect him with his aboriginal roots. i hope to see more of these two interact come april 11th and i binge the whole season)

ALSO also ANOTHER new character-- Zoe Clarke!

we will ALSo get to zoe when we get to zoe

anywho-- cue: AMERIE'S ONLINE HARASSMENT ARC! becuz every show needs one...unfortunately. Give a cold welcome to Bird Psycho, heartbreak highers (we will get to bird psycho when we get to bird psycho)

(who ever is doing this shit is a bitch but either way: "you dont get to be the hero" shut your goofy ass up)

oh that's gore. that's core of my comfort character.

ok so maybe this bird psycho cuck isnt fucking around because clearly he's gotten to our girl ams :(

(dw they uh...take her out for ice cream. after this. proabably.)

moving foward-- STAND BACK I SAID STAND BACK WEIRD GIRL QUINNI

oughh im gonna be sick. of course. OF COURSE SHE WOULD GO FULL SHERLOCK HOLMES TO HELP HER BESTIE.

yeah anyways with this in mind she'd totally try and crack the fnaf lore wouldn't she. wouldn't she.

she's slay she's girlboss but at the end of the day she's a weirdo

anywho nuff of my rambling there--

ominous of you to say zoe

BUT ENOUGH OF HER CA$$HHHHHHHHHHHH

ca$h omg eshay eshay eshay pspspspsp,,,

i am so happy to see him (spoiler alert for 2 secs throughout the whole trailer) but anywho remeber? remeber right he's in prison. but seems to be doing okay... (maybe for the best heartly drama is really coming to a boiling point)

<3

and-- oh. uh... chicken dumbell... okay... pop off, missy...

when i said i wanted more missy i didnt expect this

spider seems to be into tho maybe what ??1/1/111.1/?!??!/1/1/1

missy x spider was NOT on my bingo card

WHEN MISSY SAID SHE WAS STARTING TO LIKE WHITE BOYS I DIDNT THINK SHE MEANT THIS.

BUUTTTttttt-- i. am. down. for. it... somehow. frankly, spider needs someone to put him in his place and low and behold, missy seems to be the student to do so..........

hey. if they're both happy with their...chicken dumbells, i am too.

amerie dont be alarmed but there's a white boy to your right

in other news this love triangle scares the diarrhea out of me

look at them. they're the perfect couple (malakai x amerie 4life) and rowan is--

well he's a nice boy but cmon

LOOK AGAIN IM DOWN FOR THEM TO BE HAPPY BUTT when it comes in between THE BEST SHIP IN THE SHOW (looks at amerie x spider shippers with affectionate disdain) i draw the line.

but who knows? rowan seems nice enough, and if he's able to make amerie happy, let them have each other! <3

also knowing malakai's track record i wouldn't put it past him to get freaky with rowan too (threesome attempt 2??? actually no wait thats a horrible idea NEVERMIND [gets s1 ep4 flashbacks])

also also "classic love triangle" scene gives major "erm...well this is akward!" vibes from ams (we stan cringey amerie in this household tho)

and well. shart. max limit of 30 photos. oh well-- ill make a second part! tune in for the update heartbreak highers :3

[rewritingcanon]

roxanne and hugo headcanons please 🤲🏿

NYEHEHEHEHE OKAY 😋

roxanne:

perfect mix between angelina and george looks-wise. she’s got her mum’s complexion, hair, eye colour, naturally straight teeth and crazy metabolism, but her smile is her dad’s, her eye shape is her dad’s, her hands are long and spindly like her dad’s, and she flaps them around constantly when she’s being dramatic and talking. she also laughs like him. but funnily enough shes shorter than both her parents and she has no idea why.

people think fred and james are the new pranksters because of their namesakes but dont let this fool you. roxanne claims title over this

no for real she is a menace and she is more fred weasley than her brother. which sometimes pisses him off but you can rarely stay mad at her even if she is a shit.

great quidditch player. is a beater. daydreams about hitting her opps with her bat during history of magic class as a preventative from falling asleep

hoards fake tattoos. LOVES THEM. like she’ll never get a real tattoo, but she loves the fake ones

laughs at men who confess their love to her but takes the women who confess to her seriously (she’s not into girls she just respects them more)

pranks her dad the most. then her dad pranks her. fred and angelina… run for cover…

had a situationship with some transfer from durmstrang and literally never lived it down from fred

only got close with rose at hogwarts. shes a year younger than rose and she’s shocked to find out she’s secretly likeable

her favourite uncle is percy— yeah you would never guess. but she loves hanging with people who act like they have a small stick up their butt— it’s more rewarding when she wrangles a laugh out of them. plus percy spoils her the most and she has a sneaking suspicion she is secretly is favourite niece.

people pay her to prank their opps. shes like a clown hitman.

exercised for like a week and got abs from it. everyone is upset. also. is a gym bro. probably the master herder of all the gym bros.

made a secret trolls account to troll people. thought she was so smart for mashing the two concepts together.

ate playdough when she was a kid and was disappointed with how it tasted.

master jinxer. for real, cover your ankles if you’re an opp

opps in general tremble

never fought much with her parents, which is really fucking strange. maybe its because fred fought with angelina and george a lot so roxanne sought unconsciously to balance that out, but she just never thought anything was that serious enough to fight over

but she DOES have fights with fred. sometimes they scrap in the middle of the common room and the reason will be because she chucked a piece of paper at him or something. then two seconds later after she’s got bruises up her legs and he’s literally got a black eye, they’re showing each other their memes.

she’s extremely close with both parents but her best friend is literally her mum and when she gets a letter from her mum at dinner at hogwarts she’ll shamelessly start celebrating and cheering.

“look guys my mummy replied to me!!” “didnt she literally write to you yesterday?”

had pink hair for a moment in time in fifth year and pretended it was on purpose (she meant for it to be red whoops)

hugo:

looks a lot like ron except has his mums bushy brown hair (because thats canon… i know.. crazy…). very freckley and has a deeper complexion but not like his mum’s (yea hes lightskin 💪). built short like his mum though, and rose makes fun of him until he wakes up randomly one morning and hes 6ft.

personality wise hes a mix between his parents. hes a lot like ron in the sense that hes made of dry humour and loyalty to his friends, but like hermione in that he gets exasperated easily and also possesses undying loyalty. now that i think about it, hugo is just extremely loyal

definition of little freak. you know how as the line of cousins gets younger and younger and the youngest of them all is always just a weirdo? yeah, hugo is the youngest.

has a butt indentation on his bed from sitting on it and playing roblox all day. wont move from bed until he gets banned on the servers and is forced to touch grass

but when he touches grass he is all for the grass. rose has his ass on life360 and suddenly hes taken a train up to bumfuck nowhere to go on a spontaneous nature hike. suddenly he’s signed up to a chess club and queen gambits his way to the top spot. suddenly hes in a random protest and he doesnt even know what hes there for he just likes the energy

is called “snotty rat boy” in rose’s contacts

basically is a punching bag for all older siblings but is numb to the abuse and just accepts it (its all well-meaning and full of love)

is aroace but LOVES valentines. he goes all out to get cards for all his friends and family and makes them little trinkets (he can’t buy them anything bcuz hes a broke baby and has too much pride to ask his mum for money only to get her something thats worth less) and plans platonic dates and gets very offended when they have to cancel to spend time with their actual romantic partners. he once rang his mate up to ask for a refund for his time (he was joking but hugo is dramatic as hell and needs to feel loved at all times or else he will literally die)

is the main character of a cartoon network show. i just dont know what..

ipad kid vibes

cant cook anything but really good homemade pizza for some strange reason???

confirmed he was aroace when he was playing truth or dare with his gryffindor buddies (because hugo is definitely a gryffindor) late at night and got dared to french kiss some guy. after he had to flee the scene and brush his teeth out to get that gross taste away, and yeah, he had his suspicions beforehand but this basically confirmed it. and every time he recalls the feeling of kissing someone like That he gets this thousand yard stare on him… one would think hes having war flashbacks….

despite not wanting to get married like That, he wants to be a dad when hes older. He has a list of baby names on his notes app (or wizard equivalent), but they’re all shitty things you would name an oc or a sim, not a real person. shit like “ebony” or “crystal” or “axel.” he showed his list to lily luna once and she laughed and called them stripper names so he got mad and kept it very secretive from then on.

genius chess player. wizard beth harmon who?

is a vegan. it started as a joint pack with hermione (ron and rose said “fuck no”) but hermione caved after six months because she cant stay away from coffee. hugo persisted though

is the only one allowed to ruthlessly rip into and bully the shit out of rose. im not kidding, her parents cant even do it. theyre too scared. meanwhile hugo will walk past her in the hallway and say “oh you look uggo today” with a deadass straight face

thinks about moving out one day and having his own family and thinks about rose moving out and having her own family and how that family will be her primary family and he will be secondary family and how they will have to leave their parents one day— he instantly breaks down into tears. hes just a baby bird guyz plz!!!

does not have any parent hes closer to. ron spoils him more but also scolds him more. hermione rewards him less but lets him get away with more. it balances out.

very close with lily luna so when rose and albus had their falling out they just gossiped about it the entire time. lily would tell him how albus cried for three hours straight during lunch and hugo would tell her how rose started to fixate on their shower and started deep cleaning it the muggle way at four in the morning like she was possessed

is james’ godbrother but keeps forgetting it 💀

not bad at quidditch but never took a huge liking to it. likes watching more than playing and just agrees with whatever his dad’s opinions are on the teams (indoctrination)

able to cast a patronus before rose learned which had her tweak out a lot.

ive written tonnes…. so i will leave it there lol

[thelov3lybookworm]

You Deserve Better (part one)

Summary: Althea is Rhysand's second sister who escaped Tamlins father and returned home, somehow escaping the fate of her mother and younger sister. She has healed from the wounds,mental and physical, with the help of her brother, father and the inner circle. But how would anyone help her when a spymaster breaks her heart and inflicts new wounds —mental, not physical– upon her?

(This is an eventual reader x someone else because az hurts her and we do not tolerate that here. Dont get me wrong, i love our original books azzy, but I've read a couple of fics which made me want to make azzy the ribbon and chop him into pieces. Also, i do not know why i have an obsession with the name Althea.)

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Sunlight filtered through the halfway closed curtains as Althea groaned and stretched, which she was pretty sure were open last night. Snippets of last nights outing at Rita's and the things that came after were returning to her in bouts of throbbing headaches.

Partying and dancing at Rita's with her family. Gossiping and looking at males with her cousin, who was desperately trying to get Althea to pick one she liked. Althea pointing out females to Mor, who blushed and giggled like a schoolgirl. Feeling someone's heated gaze on her. Trying to find the source of it and realising it was the male that she always pined over. One of her brother's best friend. She'd looked away, and then the night had been a blurr before she and the Shadowsinger had stumbled into her room.

Shit.

It was the first time she let anyone into her bedroom after what happened with Tamlin's father, her sister and mother. Her father had been extremely relieved when he found out that she had made it out alive. He refused to leave her side and most of the people were shocked at his behaviour because he was known to be heartless. And then, after a couple weeks of helping her cope with the pain of everything, he and Rhysand went to spring to get revenge for the people they had lost. It had hurt her when only Rhys returned, but she had decided she'll get better. She'll get stronger and more confident. If not for not giving Tamlin's father, wherever he was, the satisfaction of knowing he had won and made her cower in darkness, then for her family who gave their lives for saving her.

But where was Azriel now? She was sure he had fallen asleep next to her. She felt a tiny stab of pain but it was gone the next moment as her head gave a hard throb. And as the headache momentarily subsided, she told herself it was for the best. It wouldn't have done them any good if Rhys or Cassian had found them together.And so she dragged herself to the bath and scrubbed herself raw before she was sure no one would smell Azriel on her. Then got dressed and hurried to training where she was sure cassian would give her a lot of shit for being late.She reached the top of the stairs and Cassian started rambling about how he will make her train extra as a punishment. She ignored him and started stretching.

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It was Starfall.

It had been almost six months since she and Azriel had been having this little secret of theirs. They would be together whenever they could. But it always left Althea wondering. What were they? Friends? More?

So as she got ready for the celebrations, Althea made up her mind. She'd ask azriel today. As she finished readying, Mor waltzed in. "Would you look at that. Oh mother, you look amazing Thea! He wont be able to look away, you know?" Mor smirked. She was the only one who knew about their little fling.

"We'll see about that. Mor, I..." And Althea let it all out. Her confusion, her need to know and what she was going to do today.

Mor nodded, "Do what needs to be done sweetheart, and if it doesn't go well, make him regret it."Althea smiled at Mor and linked their elbows and pulled mor after her. As soon as they entered the party, Althea immediately started searching for Az. There. She made her way over to him when she found him lurking in the far corner of the room and looking like he would kill anyone who dared to even look at him.

"Hey." Althea said and he gave her a nod. She took a deep breath before continuing. "We need to talk." He stayed silent so she went on. "Somewhere private. Away from the house if possible. Please."

"Alright." He led her toward a nearby balcony. Pulling her into his arms, he flew out of the spell that prevented anyone from winnowing into or out of the house before darkness consumed them. When her vision cleared, Althea realised they were in the daisy field that she loved to visit.

He let her down and stood quietly behind her. She stared at the flowers, wonderin took a deep breath before turning to him.

She'd just opened her mouth to speak when he kissed her. She stood there, frozen in shock, but then she felt his hand on her hip, and she pushed him away. He furrowed his brows, as if confused.

"We need to have a conversation, Azriel, but not that type of conversation."

"Oh. Sorry."

She nodded. "I'll cut to the chase Azriel, as people might notice if we stay away for too long. So, what are we? Are we friends?"

"Of course we are friends Althea."

"Friends don't the things we do Az."

"What are you trying to say? Why would you ask me this? Did something happen?"

"I need to know." She shook her head. "I cant be your dirty little secret anymore Azriel. I want more."

"What do you mean more? You were never more than my friend's sister who wanted me to–" He sighed before continuing. "Althea, this was never meant to be more. This was just for fun."

"What? Then why'd you start this in the first place? You should have clarified that it wasn't meant to be more in the begging. Why—"

"Wait wait– I wasn't the one to approach you. You made the first move."

"But you were staring at me at Rita's... you weren't staring at me, were you?" When he didn't answer, she started laughing. "You were looking at Mor. And I was foolish enough to think you probably liked me back. Everyone knew you liked her."

They stood in silence for a time as Althea felt her heart breaking in her chest. He made no move to do anything as he stood studying the flowers. She shook her head and told him to leave.

"Are you not coming? Rhys will be angry. Come on. You can cry after the party."

She gaped at him. "How could you be so Heartless? Leave, Azriel. I'll see what to do with my brother."

"You're being difficult."

"I'm not. Leave."

"Fine. Whatever." And he winnowed away.

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It had been an hour since Azriel had left. Althea had collapsed between the flowers and had let the tears flow. They had long since stopped.

How could he use her like that with no intention of letting her know that he had no feelings for her?

The air changed. She sighed and continued staring at the sky, not bothering to acknowledge him. A few moments passed by as he came and sat down next to her. Starfall hadn't begun yet.

"I royally fucked up, didn't I?"

"I don't think you're the one who fucked up."

She smiled. "Of course you'd say that. You're my brother. You'd always think I'm the nice one." She turned to her head to meet his violet stare, which was already fixed on her.

"Will you tell me what happened?"

She studied him. "You already know, don't you?"

"I think I've figured it out, but not everything."

She sighed. After a couple of moments, she felt his talons brushing against her mind. She let him in and showed him everything, from that fateful night at Rita's, till an hour ago, only leaving out the private moments. When he retreated from her mind, she could feel him fuming. "Don't say or do anything to him. It was all my fault. I was delusional. I'll eventually move on."

"But–"

"Please. This is my fight, Rhysie. Let me fight it."

He stared at her for a moment before turning his attention to the sky, where Starfall had started. "He had no right to hurt you like that. I still want to kill him. But because you said so, i will pretend everything is alright. He will never even suspect that i know about this." He forced out through gritted teeth. "But know this, Thea, you deserve so much better than him. You deserve someone who loves you a lot, maybe even a little too much for their own good."She grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek and giving him a tight hug before tackling him to the ground and laying her head on his arm.

They stayed there all night, pointing at stars and giggling and laughing at the stupidest of things.And as Althea lay there with her brother, she couldn't help but feel lighter.

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(I was really confused as whether to make it azriel x reader or not so I went with an original character but please let me know what ya'll think.❣️)

[rjalker]

my issue with infestation 88 is t hat it seems to be dogwhistling anti-semitism. jews have historically been likened to rats and this game is about gassing them. the title is also a dogwhistle, 88 for one but the word infestation has a scrabble score of 14. outlets shouldnt give this thing free press. i dont care that its a horror thing but this raises alarm bells

Thank you for this ask. I haven't gotten my laptop turned on yet but I was just about to make a post about this since most people seem to not have noticed the dogwhistles yet.

This post is made with speech-to-text, might be typos. It likes to turn antisemitism into separate words I'll edit it when my laptop turns on.

Yes, and the specific creators of that antisemitic garbage should be ostracized and boycotted and shamed so much they never try this shit again.

The problem is that so far none of the people complaining about the fact that horror things exist for Mickey Mouse now are doing so because they care about antisemitism, they're literally just doing it because they don't like that the public domain means even things they don't like get to exist.

There's a big difference between saying no horror things for Mickey mouse should ever exist because everything must cater to me and cater to Disney's image, and criticizing blatant antisemitism like with that game.

For those unaware, the number 88 is a Nazi dog whistle because if you convert the English alphabet into numbers, h becomes the letter eight, so 88 stands for HH AKA hail Hitler.

And if you think that's overly complicated and absurd that's the entire point and that's why it's called a dog whistle. Doug whistles are high-pitched whistles so loud that people can't hear them but dogs can. The point of dog whistles when it comes to bigotry is that the bigots know exactly what they are saying they are communicating perfectly, well everybody else around them just interacts obliviously and unknowingly helps spread the bigotry.

Do not support infestation 88 or the creators. That is just very blatantly anti-Semitism.

But the fact that these specific people are using Mickey mouse to be bigoted sacks of shit doesn't mean that Mickey Mouse should be copyrighted again and only Disney should be trusted to use this character.

Stop celebrating Infestation 88 when it's clearly antisemetic. You can't only care about boycotting anti-Semitic video games when they're made by people who also hate trans people. You have to give a shit at all times. You can't just say don't play JK Rowling's anti-semitic game because she hates trans people but then turn around to celebrate this.

[sophaeros]

golden trunks theory but i've forgotten how to do literary analysis:

so i think much like a lot of tbhc golden trunks is about a juxtaposition between intimacy/desire and the facade u have to put up as a public figure

like the opening verse/chorus are so starkly plain in the mental image they describe. it's just a simple portrait of an intimate night falling asleep together, and theres a very secretive tone created by the words "whispered" "admit". so from the get go we know immediately that it's about "true love" → romantic connotations, and this true love is associated w the night ie secrecy

this is a stark contrast to the second verse and bridge but esp the bridge where he plainly says "in the daytime". usually the day and light are associated w truth and revealing things but here he uses the daytime to talk about "a fresh new pack of lies", in contrast to the nighttime's "true love". the fact that the bridge is about being a celebrity and contending with lying for the sake of public relations is made very clear w how he says "bendable figures" → public figures who just bend/conform to the narrative crafted by pr managers, and most obviously w the use of the word "publicise". in an interview w la times hes asked if he enjoys being a pop star (w all the pressure and attention that entails) and he says "i have very little basis for comparison. the band has been going on for a larger fraction of my lifetime than it hasn’t." so as a very private person even leaving conspiracy theories about sexuality aside hes obv familiar w trying to keep the details of his relationships out of the spotlight. + this idea of the nighttime being the time for truth has been used before in diwk so it's a consistent theme

lots of people say the song about politics bc of the second verse cuz they say it's about (eugh) donald trump but i feel like thats a very surface reading. it's very out of place to me for him to have this randomass political commentary in a love song that he never brings up ever again which is why i dont think it's actually political commentary (or well, not Just, the pitchfork interview shows that is Is aware of politics obv it's just not the Point) it's just another angle to illustrate the idea of a public facing facade. he states in an interview that he thought of the wwf, which has given us the very interesting concept of kayfabe: the fact or convention of presenting staged performances as genuine or authentic. the public persona, like a wrestler w a dramatic theme song, is larger than life, rehearsed, beloved and famous, and also very much fake. 

this next part i said entirely as a joke making shit up while talking to my mutuals but then i was like wait maybe i was cooking. we're getting into more speculative rpf territory here but essentially i thought it was very interesting how he specifies that this is "the closest thing to a love song on this record", and also that the character it's centred around is one that he "made". many of his past love songs everyone knows are about his real actual love interests (eg shes thunderstorms was about alexa. alexa was a tv presenter) and now here's this song that is about simple, straightforward admittance of desire towards someone that doesnt exist. summed up in my og message to my mutuals, "hes singing to the amalgamation of his lovers an imaginary ideal to whom he can be simple and honest with in a way he can't quite bring himself to be in real life". i honestly feel like this gels well with the ultracheese's last two lines; a vague admission of guilt, of complicated feelings, vs capitulating to honesty and tiring of lying for the sake of pr ("i'm sure you've heard about enough"). + i find it interesting that golden trunks is that only tbhc song that has never been performed live

++ this idea of duplicity and lying has come up a lot in his discography but in tbhc specifically the bside anyways has the line "what a place for both the opposite sides / of my double life to finally collide"

and finally. the absolute funniest part of golden trunks.

Let me set the scene: sometime between Axl Rose getting braids (2002) and People Just Do Nothing jumping the shark (right now), those brothers in melodic yarns Turner and Kane, plus “another human being” – let’s call her “The Girl”, shall we, to save her poor mother’s heart condition? – are intertwined among the postcoital flotsam of an upmarket hotel room. “Hey, I’m glad you came,” Turner is alleged to have said, forever on the right side of etiquette and politeness in such matters. While Kane, in his sludgy Scouser lilt acknowledged, “Ah, thanks, man.” At which point Turner sat bolt upright in his sparkly gold briefs (unconfirmed) to stress who, in fact, his grateful aside was aimed at: “Not you, you wally. Her!”

sauces: - quotes curated by genius - la times - gq magazine / tumblr post