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Cornucopia | I — Tenebrae | Father Paul x Fem!Reader | English

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Chapter Summary: Miriam arrives at Crockett Island and gets caught in a Storm. She looks for sanctuary in the church and meets an unusually handsome priest, by whom she immediately feels attracted. He takes her to Erin's house, but what they find in the way there is at least but shocking.

Chapter Title: Tenebrae (/ˈtɛnəbreɪ/; latin): darkness, obscurity; dark place; prison.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Body Horror (Slight), Mention of Animal Death, Mentions of Past Religious Trauma, Mentions of Past Child Aggression, Slow Burn.

Word Count: 9.1K

Note: Skin, hair and body descriptions has been handled as vague as possible so that everything can be read as a reader fic.

Again, English isn’t my mother language, so I’m sorry for any orthography or writing mistakes you might find.

A/N: I know I've promised to post this by afternoon, but some problems just dropped in my lap, and here it is.

So, it took a bit longer than I predicted to finish this, and, also this chapter is actually much longer that I've planned, I mean, I've written this about a whole month ago. I'm sorry for that. I don't know when the chapter two is coming out, it's already half-written, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to finish it this month yet. Oh! Reader, dear, this is a slow burn, I mean, FOR REAL, be aware that will take a bit long to things get… spicy.

Please, enjoy! My asks are always open to you all, make yourself comfortable to send me anything!

THE MOON rose sullenly through the dark clouds of the cold dawn. Miriam felt the icy, salty breeze against her face, the salt air forced tears into the waterline of her eyes.

She had no relatives on Crockett Island. In fact, until a month ago, she didn't even know of the existence of such a place. However, despite the isolation, the island needed someone to handle the finances, especially after the City Council met to deal with the huge consequences of an oil spill that had occurred just a few years ago. That small fishing community had suffered a lot, mainly due to the bad administration of Beverly Keane, the woman — not easy, they told her — who would be her joint.

There was a lot of discussion, after all, Ms. Keane was almost absolutely against anyone outside the island, especially when it came to an intruder who would come to do her job. After some deliberation the City Council, which for the most part, agreed that she required help after that disaster. So, Mayor Scarborough decided to go to the mainland to find someone apt, patient and trustworthy, but above all, someone who could handle the woman's strong genius.

Miriam was the obvious choice. A serene, moderate and experienced young woman. The man didn't have to fight to convince her, in fact, she ended up considering the proposal almost like a paid holiday. After all, what could be so complex on such a small island 50 km from the mainland? It would be easy!

She was never so, so, wrong.

The rumbling of the waves clouded by dawn was comforting, and the chill of the sea breeze enveloped her in an oddly pleasant embrace. The wet healthiness clung to her skin like a thin layer of glue. It didn't take long to dock at the island's harbour, and she could already see a few lights gleaming in that expanse of pure pitch bathed in the hazy moonlight.

A man's slurred voice calling her last name made her turn from where she was leaning on the railing.

“Yes?”, asked the woman with a half smile, her hair blowing against her face.

The man who had called her had a thick, shaggy beard, a large red nose in the middle of his face, and flushed cheeks. A good, stocky sailor, just like in the stories, she thought. He held a lantern at the height of his head, the sudden beam of light bothering the woman's eyes. The man, — Sturge, as she recalled —, was much taller than her. It wasn't that she looked like a goblin next to him, no, but it was a notable difference, at least a head or two.

“Will not take any longer to we dock, miss. I think you better gather your things. The boat leaves very early tomorrow, it's good to make sure nothing's missing.”, Sturge gave a gentle smile, and she nodded, pressing her lips into a thin line.

“Okay, thanks.”, Patiently, she stared at the battered torch he handed her. Turning it on, the flash of light darted forward like a spotlight, Miriam wandered across the deck boards toward the covered corner where she'd left her suitcases.

The young woman didn't have much. She had just moved from New England when she received the offer to work on Crockett Island. Her mother had passed away months ago, and the invitation of one of her dearest cousins had been tempting enough to drag her from Burlington, Vermont to Boston without a second thought. He had relocated her well, helped her find a semi-stable job as an archivist. They got along very well, and it was a slightly sad farewell when he learned that his dear cousin would be spending some time on that forgotten island. He made her promise to call whenever possible.

She found her suitcase where she had left it, and now, with the help of the torch, she noticed, as she moved her things, a large rectangular mark staining the floor in dark scarlet, there was also earth, a thick, lumpy sand. The drawing was completely symmetrical, almost as if someone had drawn a perfect rectangle on the floorboards with red crayons. However, despite the strangeness, she remembered that the boat also carried a load of fresh fish to the mainland. The mark could have been just some fish blood that had leaked from a storage chest. As for the dark sand, for it, the woman could not find an explanation.

Dragging her large suitcase with her and slinging the strap of her shoulder bag over her shoulder, she changed her hand torch and headed back to the deck after checking that everything was in its proper place.

This time, when she looked out into the night, she could clearly see the flickering lights of the harbour posts. The sailor was no longer there, but the woman could still feel his eyes on her from somewhere on the boat.

Without delay and with a slight jolt, the boat came to a stop, the low noise of the engine being replaced by the low puff of cicadas on the island and the crashing of waves on the shore. Docking and placing a catwalk, so they could dock, Sturge helped her alight by lighting her way with his torch.

“You know,”, he began in his husky voice, “it's great to see new faces around here, it means there are those who remember this place.”, The man's booming, but contained voice, echoed in the silence. “Welcome to Crockett Island, miss. I think you'll like it here a lot, it's very peaceful.”, he said, making a wide gesture to the island while tying the rope to anchor Belle.

“I hope so, Mr. Sturge. I hope so,” she muttered back to the man, her voice patient and whispery.

Taking a deep breath of the night air, Miriam infiltrated a hand into the pocket of her plum coat and reached for her cell phone, checking to see if there were any messages from either her cousin or her employer. The signal was considerable, for an island at least. A Loud thunder startled her enough for her to look away at the unusually overcast sky which, less than an hour ago, had been consistently cloudy.

“Jesus!”, said Sturge, approaching her after making sure the boat was securely on the dock. “This storm will be ugly.”, the mention of such a storm made the woman's eyes turn wide from the sky towards the man.

“S-storm?”, she stammered. Miriam had seen storms before, on the mainland, but a storm on an island? Surrounded by an angry sea? This was definitely not her idea of a 'holiday'.

“Yes. They hit the island from time to time at this time of year, in fact, it's quite common. Didn't the mayor tell you about them?”, Sturge asked, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slightly hunched to protect himself from the ever-increasing onslaught of the wind.

Nodding, the woman grabbed her things and looked around, wondering how long it would take her to get to where she was supposed to be.

“My God, he must have forgotten. Do not worry. We are used to them around here. Come on, we have to take shelter before the rain starts to fall.”, he gestured to accompany him with his hands still in his pockets.

Wrapping herself tightly in the thick olive wool coat and jumper she wore, Miriam nodded. Quickening their pace, they wandered away from the wharf, across the dirt and gravel road that was beginning to muddy with the light drizzle that began.

Mayor Scarborough had said a lot, more than enough, she dare say. The man loved to talk. However, at no point in his long monologues had he mentioned a storm. Strangely, that didn't surprise her. She had met him on three separate occasions, two of them, at the same café she had come to frequent after her move.

On all three occasions, Wade, — as he insisted on being called each time even though she continued to say she didn't feel intimate for it —, had forgotten something. His coat on the first time, the second it had been his half cup of coffee. Ironically, the third time around, he forgot where they would be, due to an information conflict. Enter, although this has been fixed.

The man had the uncanny ability to talk so much and say absolutely nothing. His monologues boiled down to detours around information that would only really be revealed correctly if she chose her words well.

He had told her about the Spill, about the starlings that fell all at once onto Crockett Beach in 2002, about Bev, about his daughter and Joe Collie's accident, about the new Sheriff and Monsignor Pruitt — the old man lord responsible for the parish and for the island. He had also told about his faith and how everyone on Crockett Island loved St. Patrick's little church. Spoke of how proud they were of the centre they built and what a close-knit community they were.

Miriam listened carefully. Every word spoken, every name mentioned, and she didn't remember the good mayor ever mentioning a damn bloody storm!

The black linen pants she was wearing were gradually being soaked through as she protected the laptop in her shoulder bag with her coat and body. The wind was strong, and sometimes the woman believed that she could be lifted off the ground by force. The fine rain thickened into a torrent of heavy drops.

“We're close to the church, we can go there and wait until the rain settles down again, or would you rather try your luck and continue on to Ms. Greene?”, Sturge asked, pulling the brim of his cap to shield his eyes from the icy drops that fell on them both.

Erin Greene. Mayor Scarborough had told her about the young lady, and that she lived in a comfortable house with two bedrooms, one where Miriam could stay for as long as she spent on the island. Provided, of course, that she paid a small rental fee, just to help with the extra energy expenses. She didn't mind, it was cheap and Erin seemed like a good person from what she was told.

“How much farther to Erin's house?”, the woman yelled over a rumble of thunder. She could already feel slightly afflicted by that scream.

The look Sturge gave her said it wasn't as close as she thought. The raindrops beat icy against her warm body. Her hair was drenched in the icy torrent and running down her neck like she was in a shower. Miriam had her hair plastered to her face, framing her face.

She was already starting to regret it. Why think that for once in her life she would be just a bit lucky?

“Let's go to church, so it doesn't seem wise to continue if it's that far away. My coat won't be enough to protect my gear for much longer.”, Her voice boomed out, cutting through the deafening gale. There was no longer the luminosity of moonlight, what illuminated their paths were the constant lightning and the dim torch of the fisherman.

Sturge nodded and began to run toward the whitish building a few feet from where they were. Her dark booted feet sank into the mud and for a second she lost her balance as she ran after the man with the suitcase in one hand and the laptop bag in the other. By a miracle, she didn't fall to the muddy ground. With as much speed as she could, — after all, the suitcase was huge, heavy, and definitely not drag-able on this ground —, Miriam ran.

She stumbled to the side of Sturge, who was waiting for her, holding the church door open to allow her entrance. Panting, she climbed the stairs to the tall doors, the floorboards complaining at the sudden change in weight, her body nearly collapsing to her knees in the effort to cover the short distance.

“Thank you… Mr. Stur-…ge.”, calming her laboured breathing, she thanked him.

With a nod of his head, the man closed the door and stepped into the pitch-black of St. Patrick's shrine and, turning on his torch to brighten the surroundings, he began to wander down the nave of the church.

“Bloody hell! I wasn't ready for that.”, she says with an air of laughter, despite finding it absurd that she hadn't been informed of the island's weather conditions at least in advance. That's why you shouldn't make impulsive decisions, not with your damn luck, imbecile!

Miriam sat down on one of the benches with a sigh and checked the state of her laptop and other things in her bag. Everything looked in order. Looking up, she watched the man scan the church with his torch, looking for something. The fat drops of water hit the window panes like in a war scenario, she took a deep breath.

“You didn't answer me”, Miriam said, turning her gaze to other less dark spots in the church, her eyes getting used to the dim light.

“Hmm?”, mused the man as he approached a spot on the wall behind the altar.

“When I asked how far it was to Erin Greene's house. You didn't answer me”, she elaborated, hearing a low crackle that rang twice amidst the noise of the rain. “Well, not with words.”, trying to get the excess water out of herself, she waited for an answer, staring into the dark in silence.

“There was still about 20 minutes to walk there, I'm sorry to say.”, A sound of disappointment escaped the man. “We're out of power, but I'll take a look at the station when the rain stops.”, He spoke almost as if to himself.

She snorted at the new information. God help me. I need to give this job a chance, haven’t I? It can't get any worse, can it?

Miriam got to her feet, scanning the world falling to the water outside. Her eyes tried to get used to the chaos of the storm; lightning, thunder, flashing and heavy downpour. Through the window, she saw a tall, slender figure on the porch of the parsonage. It wore a hat and a long coat. Strange for such an old man to stand on the porch in the middle of such a storm.

Opening her mouth to question the stocky fisherman at the church altar, her heart leapt as a pair of glowing white eyes looked at her and in the next instant, with a flash of lightning, it was gone. The woman almost screamed, almost. A dark shiver gathered at the base of her spine, and she could feel every hair on the back of her neck rise in alert. Rubbing her eyes, she looked out the window once more.

There was nothing but the empty porch.

Maybe she was seeing things, hours of sleep lost buried in paperwork and files. Asserting the view through the fogged glass and the darkness outside, she saw nothing else. Just the white wood of the house being machine-gunned by the heavy rain, no sign that anyone or anything had ever been there.

Realizing she would be there for a while, — and to calm the unbalanced pounding in her chest —, Miriam sat back down on one of the benches. Wet clothes, heavy and cold against her body.

Feeling the bench, she fumbled for her laptop bag. Drying her hands as much of the remaining moisture as she could on her driest robes, she opened her bag and carefully withdrew the old equipment. If she was going to spend even a few hours waiting for the storm to calm down, the woman had decided that she would use that time to work. The screen's low glare caught Sturge's attention from across the church. He turned to face her, the torch's aggressive beam blinding her for a moment, raising a hand to shield her eyes, she noticed him lower the torch.

“I'll work a little if you don't mind.”, the woman says, her voice cracking slightly and being accompanied by a dry, weak cough.

“No problem. It should take a while, it's good to have something to occupy yourself.”, the man agreed.

There was some peaceful silence for a few minutes, just the sound of rain and her nimble fingers dancing over the plastic keyboard, — bright eyes flashing in her mind —, before the man's voice carried through the building once more.

“You know”, he began, coming back from the place behind the altar he was standing on and taking a seat on one of the pews to her right. “You should come to one of the masses. Not wanting to be disrespectful to Monsignor Pruitt, but it's been a while since we've had a Mass as refreshing as the new priest.”, the woman averted her tired eyes from the luminescent screen where she typed in some notes about the island and its workings, she looked at the man curiously.

“New priest?”, she asked, stopping typing to pay attention to what she was being told. The mayor is actually more airy than I thought.

“Yes, Monsignor Pruitt is very ill, and the diocese has sent Father Paul to replace him while he is recovering on the mainland. Monsignor was not doing so well before travelling, we knew of the possibility of him getting worse, but the effort of Ms. Keane to take him to the Holy Land had already worked. I think maybe the pilgrimage to Jerusalem was too much for him”, Sturge explained, anxiously rubbing his chubby hands on the knees of his pants.

Now that they were in a confined space, Miriam could smell the musky scent of a worker's sweat and the ochre odour of fish. That bothered her nose, but she went on.

The two talked for what seemed to be at least an hour or two, the woman finding out things about the island that Mayor Scarborough hadn't told her, specific things that it would be helpful to know about; the boat schedules, the punctual moments when there would be a power outage, what were the procedures for stormy moments, and among countless others.

After this time pass, Sturge began to yawn a few times during his monologues, and Miriam felt her eyes grow heavy. Politely, the woman asked the man if he minded if she finished what she was doing and then got some sleep. He said no and shut up, she worked some more. Not long after, Miriam began to hear his hoarse, loud snoring. He had ended up sleeping in a sitting position, hands clasped over his chest as if in prayer. Shaking her head at the slightly comical scene, she zipped the laptop back into her bag and lay back against the cool wood of the bench, taking a deep breath, eyes fixed on the pitch ahead, getting used to the darkness.

What the hell was that?, Miriam found herself thinking. The glowing orbs stared at her in the dark of night with an air almost mischievous, like those of a predator about to feast on its prey. A shiver ran down the woman's spine. She forced herself to push the thought to the back of her mind, thinking about it wouldn't help her calm down, and she was already stressed enough. Her eyelids grew heavy. At some point that she didn't realize, Miriam fell asleep, her consciousness sinking into a dreamless sleep.

A rumble of thunder in the distance nearly knocked her off the bench where she was curled up. The world outside was quieter, slightly lighter. How long did I sleep?, she pondered.

“Good morning”, a deep, smoky voice uttered from somewhere in the church, the timbre echoing through the nave.

Rising to sit upright, it took Miriam a few seconds to adjust her eyes to the new lighting. Then, gradually, she caught sight of the owner of such a melodious voice. He was a tall man, his skin white but coppery, as if it had been soaked in bronze. The hairs that grew all the way to the back of his neck curled into waves as dark as charcoal. His eyes were big, brown, and kind. The clerical collar denounced who was he.

Another beautiful specimen lost to the cassock, Miriam concluded after a few seconds of an almost uncomfortable silence. The man patiently waited for her to come to her senses. He was wearing the typical black button-down blouse with the collar, a black cardigan that hugged his slightly stooped form, and dark jeans — a little tight, she couldn't help noticing.

“What are you doing here at this hour?”, he asked, only now did she notice that he was carrying a small candlestick in one hand, the flickering light of the half-used candle was lost in the conflicting lighting coming from outside.

“We, hum, we got caught in the storm…”, the woman looks around with tired eyes. Her voice comes out a hoarse scratch, her nose is stuffed up and her back complains about the hours lying on the hard wood. Miriam covers her eyes with her hands, rubbing them against sleep. Sighing, she digs her fingers through her damp hair, combing it back, removing the strands that have stuck to her face.

“There's no one here but you, dear”, he informs, taking a few steps towards her. “Dear”, she absorbed the nickname for a second, unusual for a priest. Once again, the woman ran her eyes over him, studying. He kept his head bowed and held the candlestick at a height of at least a hand over his shoulder. Miriam followed his gaze, only then paying attention to the benches to the right.

Empty. She got confused.

“What? N-No, there was, um, a man with me… Stark? Sturge!”, both pronounce the name in unison. He's smiling in understanding, it's almost sweet.

“I understand. See, I believe he must have left for the power station up by the hill, just when the rain stopped. It must have been some time ago, because when I walked in, there was only you”, he informed her, looking away from her for the first time in a while and gesturing to what the woman thought was the direction of the power station. His voice was soothing, comforting even. Miriam concluded to be a particular skill of his. He turned the dark pools of his eyes back to her patiently. The woman felt slightly small under his attentions.

“I-I was supposed to be at Erin Greene's house, but I obviously failed to get there before the storm caught me. I'm sorry for breaking into the church, Father”, she expresses in a low, whispered voice, almost like an embarrassed schoolgirl, he laughs very subtly.

“I assume the collar gave me away”, he begins, looking at his robes for a second. “Don't be sorry, the doors of a church must always be open, just as the gates of heaven always are.”, the priest says with a perceptive tone. Miriam feels her face warm as she nods, content. “I just arrived at Crockett Island, so I may be wrong, but I didn't see you at Mass yesterday morning…in fact, now that I see the baggage…”, he said gesturing to the suitcase and purse that rested beside the female form in the bank. “… allow me to assume that you’re not a local.”, the priest deduces in his perfect diction, approaching a few more steps, towering over her.

He was really tall.

“No, I wasn't aware of this little island until recently.”, She declares, finally getting up from her seat with a rather abrupt movement. Some of her vertebrae protest the action. “But where are my manners, I didn't even ask your name, Father.”, Her voice trembled with anxiety, even though she knew his name, the woman couldn't help but ask him. Extending her hand in greeting, she hopes he doesn't notice the anxious tremor. He blows out the candlestick and places it on the bench beside it. The smell of paraffin invades the woman's nostrils.

“Father Paul Hill”, he says with a kind smile. Miriam's breath hitched slightly as the heat radiated from his hand, larger than her own, he covered hers with both of his heartily. “Good God!”, the priest exclaims, patting the female hands in his. “You're so cold, are you alright?”, he asks tilting his head slightly, he still smiles.

Miriam nods, pulling at his hand, almost as if it burns. She thanked God or Odin or whoever was listening to her that it was still quite dark, so he couldn't notice the red in her cheeks. Clearing her throat and nodding at him, the woman puts her hands in her damp coat pockets and looks away at the floor for a moment.

“W-would you mind pointing out to me the direction of Ms. Greene’s house?”, The question escapes the woman's lips too quickly, so she has time to consider what she asked. Father Paul looks at her with slight confusion, almost as if he's facing a frightened animal.

“I can take you there. If I remember the way-”, he is interrupted by a loud sneeze coming from her.

A beat of silence passes, his piercing ebony eyes stare at her, when the woman is about to speak again he continues.

“I'll take you. It's some hiking time in that direction”, he pointed with a genuinely interested look at the woman in front of him, dark brows joined to the dark puddles piercing her soul.

“Oh, uh, right.”, She nodded, looking down at her own boots covered with a brush of dry earth, arms crossed for warmth. An icy breeze blew through the church, shaking the woman's body in a noticeable shiver. The tremble did not escape the priest's shrewd eyes, and a simple suggestion came to his mind.

“Look, why don't you go down to the parsonage and change these wet clothes. You know, it's windy, it won't do you any good to walk from here to there with your clothes soaked like that, y-you could get sick. It's a bit far.”, The comforting tone suggested, stammering the words slightly as he himself crossed his arms against his own body.

Miriam stared at him for a moment, considering the gentle awkwardness of the request. After all, he didn't even know her and found himself worried about her well-being, well, apparently worried. It seemed like the kind of attitude, suspiciously gentle, the kind that could have a malicious layer underneath, Miriam hadn't had good experiences with strangers being gratuitously kind to her. The world hadn't been kind to her up to that point, it had taught her that kindness came at a price.

However, she remembered what Sturge had said about the good father; since he was loved and respected by old Monsignor Pruitt and was growing up in the hearts of the islanders, Sturge had emphasized that. Seeming to sense the strangeness of his request due to the long consideration and the confusion painted on the woman's face, the priest stammered for a moment.

“Th-that, of course, if you want, if not, fine…”, he shrugged slightly. Averting his dark eyes to a corner of the church that had suddenly become interesting.

She stopped him with a sloppy movement of her hand, she realized how much she made him uncomfortable with the silence she made. Miriam shook her head hesitantly. Her tense shoulders bouncing slightly.

“No, ah, it is alright. Y-you're right. The storm wasn't very polite to me last night, and I think I'm already feeling the effects of a bad night's sleep in the cold, church pews aren't exactly my ideal idea of a bed.”, A weak laugh escaped both their lips, the previous embarrassment losing intensity. Miriam wiggled her neck as she smoothed the back of her neck, actually sleeping on that bench wasn't such a great idea.

Watching him as he pressed his lips together in a thin line, almost embarrassed, she watched him walk down the aisle between the benches with long, measured strides. With a deep sigh of weariness, she picked up her suitcase and shoulder bag, following the man through the back exit of the church toward the rectory, a distance of at least three feet between them.

Paul began to consider what he had said, — and how he had said it —, even if it was innocent, — and more of an attempt to help than anything else —, he realized how suspicious and strange it sounded. Feeling his own face heat at the malicious notion behind his words, he quickened his stride. He knew he had unintentionally given her the wrong idea.

The wind blew cold against the trembling female body, chilling her to the bone. Walking the short distance from the church to the small cabin, they were both silent, only the scrape of their shoes against the damp gravel to fill. The priest climbed the porch steps first, a soft creak from the wooden planks as he paused momentarily to pull the bunch of keys out of his jeans pocket. He opened the door of the house to the woman shrunken from the cold and let her in, he didn't enter.

“I, hm, I'll wait out here, I don't want to make you any more uncomfortable than I already have…”, he uttered without meeting her eyes, just gesturing minimally into the cabin. The man stared at the wooden floor, almost as if he expected the thing to answer him back.

“You didn't let me uncomf-”, she tried, feeling bad for letting him see her temporary discomfort. The deep voice chided her almost sweetly.

“Not need to lie. I can see it in your eyes.”, And by the way he stared at her, so deeply, she had no doubt that at that moment he could see right through her. Miriam just nodded and he closed the wooden door.

It wasn't dark in the cabin. Everything was lit by the flickering light of several half-consumed candles. The woman looked around curiously, but not wasting much time studying the cabin's furniture. She placed her suitcase on the bluish sofa and grabbed a black turtleneck jumper and khaki tartan pants from the inside of the luggage. Taking off her plum coloured coat, which was already half-dry, and placing it on the arm of the sofa, Miriam felt the crochet jumper she was wearing, it was soaked, and consequently so had her bra. With an irritated huff, she removed them with trembling hands. Quickly swapping the wet garments for the dry ones, the woman mentally thanked her for the warmth provided by the clothes to her chilled skin.

Carefully, she tucked the damp clothes into a compartment in her suitcase and zipped it shut, pulling her coat over her tense shoulders once more. In her peripheral vision, Miriam caught a framed newspaper clipping hanging on the wall to her right.

It appeared to be an article about rebuilding St. Patrick's, which both Mayor Scarborough and Sturge had mentioned. Miriam fixed her eyes on the face of what appeared to be Father Paul. He didn't look much younger than he did now. Odd, the article dated back decades. The woman's curious eyes dropped to the caption on the photo.

Father John Pruitt in front of St. Patrick's Catholic Church.

“John Pruitt…”, she whispered so low she almost didn't hear her own voice. A muted knock against the wood of the door distracted her attention from the old framed article.

“Are you decent?”, the priest's muffled voice asked from the other side of the door. The woman chuckled at his peculiar choice of words. 'Decent'. How old-fashioned!, taking one last look at the photo, Miriam replied.

“Yes, Father Paul. You can come in, after all it's your house…”, the woman's jovial and husky tone sounded a little bold for what was common to her. Clearing her throat, she shoved her hands in her pockets once more. Keep your tongue to yourself, that's what mummy said…

He entered hesitantly, brown eyes on the worn wooden floor. He raised his watchful orbs to her slowly. A brief, contained smile grew at the curve of his lips as he realized that she was indeed composed. A tense silence followed. Now in the candlelight he could see the pink colour that covered the woman's cheeks.

“I-I wouldn't like to rush you, but I must begin preparations for morning mass soon and-”, His calm, restrained tone was cut off by a quickened and slightly anxious response from the smaller figure standing in the middle of his room.

“Of course! I don't want to take up too much of your time.”, He nodded at the abrupt interruption and walked back outside, the door open this time. Miriam gathered her luggage and, glancing at the framed article once more, she contained her curiosity by biting the inside of her cheek, then leaving the cabin.

Paul can feel his heart skip a nervous beat as he sees her looking at the article on the wall and then at him, so quickly it wouldn't be noticeable if he wasn't paying attention. With a smile, he gives her room to pass, her stride long as if she's in a hurry. He wondered if she would notice the resemblance. Of course, she'll notice, she's not blind, a voice of insecurity rummaged in the back of his mind. With a shake of his head, he pushed the thought away.

The good father closed the door with a dull thud and faced the woman with a jovial smile on his features, his hands in the pockets of his dark trousers.

“Come, it's this way”, the priest gestured with one hand, walking ahead of her along the gravel path that led past the church.

The height difference between them became clear when they both started walking side by side. He was little more than a head taller than Miriam, she would dare say he was even taller than Sturge, but he looked less so due to his slightly hunched-shouldered stride.

The first few minutes of their walk were filled with a comfortable silence. The feeling of awkwardness having disappeared as they walked. Just the chaste sound of the wind and the crackle of damp sand mixed with the gravel underfoot. The light from the sun was rising ever so slightly in the skies, lighting the way and decorating the sky with a golden hue, the dots of stars gradually fading as the sun shone through. The woman's gaze wandered over the scenery, the wooden houses all so alike, decorated with fishing gear on their porches, all without exception. Miriam didn't see any cars. Noticing that made a strange feeling cover her chest, as if there was something hidden in this place.

That thought led her back to the framed newspaper article on the parsonage wall. Miriam wondered if Monsignor Pruitt and Father Paul were somehow related, it seemed her only logical explanation for the ridiculous resemblance. Perhaps the Monsignor wasn't much given to celibacy, she mused, the thought painting a slight smile on her face. She focused her eyes on the priest's profile for some time. The resemblance was genuinely absurd, they could be twins. He had the serene, patient features of a true man of God.

Paul could barely breathe with the pair of curious eyes on him.

“You stare a lot, should I be worried?”, he turned to face her, his smile didn't reach his eyes, she didn’t notice. His tone was amusing, as if the woman's apparent curiosity entertained him.

Her curiosity terrified him.

“No, it's just that… Actually, never mind.”, she turned to look straight ahead, her eyes fixed on the dirt path. Another moment of silence followed until the priest's deep voice reached the woman's ears once more.

“So, what brings you to the little Crockpot?”, he asks with a simple look, his hands still in his pockets just like hers. Miriam has her eyes downcast to the golden horizon, she laughs.

“Lovely nickname”, she notes, his warm tone relaxing her tense shoulders for a moment, the priest smiles waiting for her to continue. “Mayor Scarborough has hired me to help run the island, you know, finances”, Miriam watches him nod, dark eyes glaring, watching every move intently. She decides she can't look him in the eye without feeling exposed, stared. She walks forward with her eyes fixed. Clearing her throat, she continues. “My job basically is to make sure the locals have everything they need, I'm almost like a regulatory organ, anything that involves spending for the island must go through me first. I'll work with Miss Keane…”, Miriam widens her eyes at the laugh that sounds at her side, the woman looks away at him. “What?”, she asks, humour decorating her own voice, relaxed for the first time.

“I'm sorry, I-”, He clears his throat to contain a second laugh that catches in his throat. “It's nothing, really, just…good luck, Bev can be…a bit hard to deal with”, he suggests, the corner of his dark eyes landing on the woman's profile.

“Yes, um, I was informed of her, how can I say? Strong genius.”, A hint of the woman's typical acidity sprinkles into her words. They both fall into comfortable silence, the shadow of a smile on their faces.

The priest studies her intently once more. There were dark circles under her orbs, and despite her flushed cheeks she looked tired, exhausted actually. The purplish-red colour of her coat brought out her hair. A gleaming glow at the height of the collarbone made him notice the white rosary with the silver cross that rested on the woman's breasts.

“Are you Catholic?”, he asked, removing one hand from his pants pocket and subtly pointing to the rosary around her neck.

“Oh.”, Instinctively, she runs her fingers through the pale threads of the rosary. “No, I keep it with me out of mere emotional attachment, it was my grandmother's…”, she explains hugging her body with a sudden cold breeze. “I hope you don't take offence, Father, but it's not, exactly for me, all this dogma.”, laughing nervously, she lets go of the rosary. “But if there's one thing she taught me it's that God doesn't stop loving you even if you don't believe in Him, He loves everyone equally, even drunks, murderers, and prostitutes…”, she finishes, her voice muted. The face burning. She goes back to stuffing her hands in her coat pockets.

“It's a really lovely thought”, he says after a few seconds of silence. She nodded, taking a deep breath and kicking a boulder that had got in her way.

“You must think I'm a hypocrite, talking about how God loves us and all and in the end following none of his teachings, you know, none of the rituals.”, A nervous laugh leaves Miriam's lips. Her shoulder slapped lightly against his arm, the closeness burning.

“Not at all.”, the priest takes a deep breath, his hands still hidden in his pants pockets. Another silence sets in before he asks. “Are you… going to morning mass? It would be nice to have a new face there…”, he says almost without thinking about how it would sound, after all, in theory, he had just arrived in Crockett, so everyone was new. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice.

“I think it's been years since I went to Mass. It was never, uh, something I would take as a comfort, I don't know, I wouldn't feel welcome.”, a noise of understanding comes from the woman's side. Despite the cosy breeze, she was having difficulty breathing, but she was no longer sure if it was the rain she had taken or the company.

“See, it's okay to go to church without believing. He knows we all have doubts, and sometimes we just need to hear a word of comfort. Someone to say 'keep calm, things will get better'. I guarantee you will always be welcome in St. Patrick’s. However, feel free to deny the invitation.”, his smoky voice enunciates, a gentle but almost imperceptibly eager cadence in his tone.

“I have nothing against masses, really.”, she says, taking a long breath. The tension in her shoulders ached in her neck, snapping it, she continued. “Let's do this”, the priest looks up from the dirt road to her, one dark brow arched in curiosity. “If I've settled down by the time of mass, I promise to give the air of grace.”, Father Paul laughs subtly with the dry tone, almost acid, that runs from Miriam's lips.

She didn't seem to notice the slight twinge of sarcasm in her own words, he liked noting that, it seemed intrinsic to her personality.

“You know, you're the first truly kind priest I've known in years.”, the first person, in fact, she completes the reasoning for herself. The compliment escaped her lips faster than she was able to filter it. The woman doesn't understand how he’s able to do this, it's as if she's compelled to speak her mind raw.

A tense silence ensues.

Paul felt the heat of shyness on his face, the shadow of a smile painting his features. It had been a while since he'd received a really sincere compliment. For some reason, the praise coming from this stranger warmed his chest.

“I guess I shouldn't have said that, you were uncomfortable, sorry-”, she started, noticing the awkward silence she had caused. The priest laughed, he found the woman's honesty lovely.

“No, no, I… I'm glad that you feel that way, in a certain way, means I'm doing my job right.”, he says, his voice warm. Shrugging his shoulders slightly, he gave her a chaste smile. “Haven't met many priests, have you?”, the man questioned her, dark eyes staring, eager for an answer. A sad seriousness passed in her eyes for a moment.

“Actually, I did. I was raised most of my childhood and adolescence in a Catholic boarding school in Burlington… I think those are bad memories. The only thing those priests and nuns knew was the punishment…”, memories of that dark time invaded the woman's turbulent mind. Every rude word, every harsh punishment meted out to the child she was, mostly for petty reasons, she still had the marks. Inhaling, unshed tears burned at the corners of her eyes. “Excuse the melancholy, Father. Let's just say it's not a time I intend to revisit.”, looking up at him, she noticed the sadness behind the dark orbs and maybe something else.

“Everyone deserves to have their fears heard. Everyone deserves a word of comfort, I believe that. God is always taking care of us, He bleeds when we bleed. He's always willing to listen… I'm sorry you went through this.”, That same comforting tone echoes inside her, warming her core. The priest looks at her with unhappy eyes.

“In deed, I feel sorry too…”, the answer comes naturally.

Miriam was truly sorry that her mother, — at least a decade younger than she was now —, had been forced by her family to leave her, her preciousness, in her grandmother's care. Mathilde was a good woman, very much a believer, but she had no idea of the harm she had inflicted by putting her granddaughter in that boarding school. She was just thinking about the best for Miriam and for her own daughter, — who wasn't even out of college. She died not knowing what she had done to her granddaughter for fifteen years of her life. Miriam didn't blame her, how could she know?

“You know”, the priest began, he would try his best to distract her from her sorrow. “You know my name, but I don't know yours, I find myself at a terrible disadvantage.”, he hoped that the slight smile that the woman had sketched was a sign that he had managed to push her away of her own restless mind.

“Oh, you're going to laugh, Father.”, The woman sighed deeply with a weak smile as she looked at the curiosity painted in the darkness of the man's eyes. “Miriam. Harper, if you prefer to call me by my last name.”, the woman added, moistening her lips dry from the sea air. She heard a noise of understanding escape the good father. “Oh no, don’t you dare…”, she laughed, she knew what comes next.

“And Miriam sang to them thus: sing to the Lord because he has won a glorious victory; he threw the horses and riders into the sea.”, Father Paul recited the words with a wide smile, enjoying the disgusted moan that the woman accompanying him humorously released.

“Exodus 15:21.”, Miriam uttered, drawing a slightly surprised look from the priest. “Don't look so shocked, Father, I had to learn every word of Scripture for my own good.”, she said, dark memories flooding her mind in an incessant torrent.

“Miriam did great things in the bible. She had an important part in the great plan of God.”, he mentioned, trying to make her feel better. The dark-haired man was uncomfortable returning to the painful subject, but he couldn't have known. She continued when she noticed his smile fade slightly.

“Honestly, a lovely name for a child, especially if its most common meaning is 'sea of bitterness'. Thanks, Mom.”, she laughs with a slight harshness. Her sour mood eroded the tension in her forehead lines.

The sound of waves breaking in the distance is the white noise that fills the silence.

“Oh!”, The man's noise of alarmed comprehension, pulled her from the dark place she'd crawled into. “There it is. Erin Greene's house, as promised.”, He smiles, taking his hands out of his pockets, he subtly points to the dark wood building.

Both of them hurried to the porch of the house. The sun was already up, the gradation of pastel oranges had dissipated into a shimmering hue of azure blue. A few clouds painted the clear plane, the croaking of hundreds of seagulls reverberating through the air as they neared shore.

Her feet made the porch boards creak. Standing with their feet planted on the ground, they stared at each other for what felt like long minutes, however, as they both prepared to say goodbye to each other's company, their ears caught a shrill child's scream. Abruptly, they turned their heads toward the sound. Miriam left her things on the porch and moved out of the house area.

Another scream ripped through the peace.

Without a second thought, Miriam ran toward the child's scream. Paul followed with almost the same haste. They ran, their long strides taking them to the shoreline. Miriam froze on the ground, her eyes widening at the scene ahead. Her ears caught the steady footsteps of the approaching priest. The man's dark eyes focused on the small figure crouched on the damp sand floor.

A boy, no older than seven, was on his knees, a dark brown stain spreading in front of his knees. Approaching cautiously, the woman noted the reason for the child's toil. There was a tabby cat, the body stiff with postmortem stiffness, a wide wound at the neck, the tendons, and flesh already half-rot, exposed in a strange red colour. Calmly, she lowered herself to the child's height. A trembling hand stroking the child's small shoulder. The boy raised red, watery eyes to her in confused pleading.

“Hey, are you okay?”, Her voice was low and whispery as usual, her timbre restrained to convey the sense of comfort as she always did. Serenely she squeezed where her hand rested on the boy, she saw the fresh tear marks that glistened on the boy's face.

“Mina…she”, a sob cut off his choked speech, he pointed with his eyes to the eviscerated cat. “Mina, she's not moving, I think she's hurt.”, The child's voice, congested with crying, tightened in the woman's chest. For someone so young, a child, to face death so early, even the death of a pet, was bitter and left an uncomfortable weight inside her, she knew well how these experiences could affect a child's pure mind.

Taking the boy by the wrist, she gently lifted him. Where's your mummy, little one?, she pondered to herself as she looked around for an adult. The woman's reasoning was interrupted with a sudden movement of the child, he grabbed her by the leg in a desperate hug. His childish voice murmured 'help her, please' over and over against the fabric of her pants. Miriam took a few seconds to assimilate the touch, stroking the boy's red hair, she looked with pleading eyes at the priest, he had a worried crease in his forehead and a sad frown marked the curve of his lips.

“Hey, it's okay, you'll be fine.”, she stroked his hair in an attempt to calm him down. The priest approached the two patiently. Lowering himself to the child's height, he began.

"Hey," he patted the boy's rosy, freckled cheek. “Don’t be sad. All creatures have their time.”, the freckled child stopped his crying with a sob and paid attention to the priest's words. “She's in a good place, I'm sure. Our Lord loves all creatures infinitely.”, the boy looked at him with big, tearful eyes.

"Even the cats?" the child sobbed, his breathing calm. With his fingertips, he stroked the boy's messy hair, his long fingers lightly brushing Miriam's.

“The cats, the birds, everyone, without exception. Mina is fine, I guarantee it. God wants us to be strong. Have faith, my boy. Now, why don't you go to your mother? After all, she needs to know that she has a strong and brave son, capable of taking care of her, doesn't she? What do you think?”, the priest's deep and melodic voice quieted the boy, he had his sobbing breath, but he seemed strangely resigned. Sniffling, the child nodded, disentangled himself from the woman, and began to walk away from the two of them, glancing at the dead cat one last time before continuing on his way.

The priest rose up next to the woman, the backs of their hands brushing the slightest bit, that mere contact being enough to send a shock wave through both of their arms.

“What's going on?”, the confused woman said. Her eyes scowled, horrified, at the nearly endless corpses of hundreds of cats that stretched across the shore.

“I'm not sure…”, the priest's deep, smoky tone seemed to resonate within her bones due to their closeness.

In her peripheral vision, Miriam saw a couple approaching. The woman had wavy black hair that cascaded over her shoulders, her brightly coloured clothes contrasting with the paleness of her skin. Her pale eyes focused first on the priest and then on Miriam. She started to approach, accompanied by a man about the same height as her, his hair cut close to his skin. He had deep circles under his eyes and an unshaven beard. His steps were melancholy and measured, almost like Miriam's, he walked with his head down, as if in constant penance.

“Good morning, Father”, the woman said as she studied the woman beside the priest, slightly curious about her.

“Good morning, Erin. Riley.”, greeted Father Paul, with a simple nod of his head, his dark orbs not straying from the corpses for a second. His forehead furrow still present. The name ‘Erin’ caused Miriam's eyes to turn more intently to the woman. “Do you know what's going on?”, the priest asked, gesturing to the hundreds of cats ahead, an expression of disgust painting his warm features.

“I'm not sure Father, they talked about some kind of epidemic, I don't know, maybe the storm flooded the Uppards…”, she explained turning to where, in the distance, there was a small commotion of people. Erin turned to Miriam with a knowing smile. “I see a new face. I'm Erin Greene, you must be the new manager, I imagine. I expected you yesterday.”, she said, extending her hand to greet the woman.

“Yes, uh, I'm Miriam. I beg your pardon, but, did you say epidemic?”, Miriam shook her hand quickly and returned the scowl on her face in confusion to the cats.

Adjusting the shoulder bag that rested over her shoulder, she gazed intently at the remains on the beach, dozens of seagulls flying from all directions and feeding on the cats' carnage.

The squawks were giving her a headache.

“I don't know, I think the sheriff should have news later, Riley told me they want to burn them.”, she pointed slightly at the man, — Riley. They were side by side with Miriam and the priest. The quartet stared silently at the commotion for a moment.

A breeze blew hard on the shore, and the smell of decaying corpses invaded her nostrils, making the woman's face twist in disgust and her stomach to churn.

“My God… I need to speak to Mayor Scarborough. Do you know where he is?”, Miriam questioned, the tension returning to her shoulders and tightening her posture, she tried not to breathe through her mouth so as not to taste the putrid odour.

“Yeah, he's up ahead with Sheriff Hassan…”, she pointed to the huddle that had gathered around something in the distance. “I'm going home now, want to come along? I can settle you down before I take Riley to the port.”, Erin asked, her hair flying chaotically around her head in the incessant gale.

“Sure, I'll catch up with you.”, Miriam says, her voice anxious, her mind working dozens of different ways to explain what had happened to the Uppards' apparent feline population.

Erin and Riley nodded to Miriam and the priest, beginning to distance themselves from the two of them, walking as they talked to each other, following where both of those who stayed had come. A heavy, weary sigh escaped the woman.

“Fuck’s sake…”, she ran her hands through her still-damp hair with a disgusted moan. My goodness, this is going to give me such a headache, the thought, and the feeling of regret passed through her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. Then, the warmth of a body back beside hers reminded Miriam of who was with her. “Um… I'm sorry, Father Paul-”, she trailed off as he held up a hand with a contained laugh. There was something behind those deep brown eyes that she couldn't identify due to the whirlwind of thoughts that plagued her brain. Under the man's watchful eye, once again, she felt herself blush.

“It's all right. We all have our… moments.”, the charcoal-haired man smiled smugly at her. “Well… I don't think I'll see you at Mass, am I?”, There was a note of disappointment in his deep voice, but he kept his gaze gentle and slightly apprehensive. She nodded, pressing her lips into a tense line. There was a lot of work to be done, of that there was no doubt.

“Yeah, I don't think so.”

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"Worried I'll Replace You?", "No." (Ushijima Wakatoshi x chubby reader)

TAKES PLACE POST- TIMESKIP

Despite the fact that you and Ushijima have been dating for years, he still doesn't want to introduce you to the team. You find out that it isn't because he's embarrassed, it's for selfish reasons of his own.

ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SERIOUSLY

When you had told Wakatoshi that you were going to be attending the Japan National team’s practice later that day, you didn’t expect him to react. Why would you? Toshi rarely reacted to anything you said in explicit ways, he was a stoic man. Sure, he was a stoic man that you happened to love, but a stoic man nonetheless.

You had been curling your hair in the bathroom mirror as Wakatoshi took his morning shower when you brought the fact that you’d be attending his practice up.

“I’m going to be there with Kuroo-san planning some advertising strategies.”

“Do you have to be with Kuroo?” Wakatoshi’s deep voice rumbled from behind the shower curtain.

“Why?” you asked, leaning against the counter and looking at the shower curtain through the mirror, seeing Toshi’s large outline through the light material.

“I don’t appreciate the way that Kuroo speaks to you. He isn’t your boyfriend, I am.” He replied before ducking his head beneath the showerhead to rinse the shampoo from his hair.

You smiled and rolled your eyes at Wakatoshi’s blunt statement. No matter how many times you told him that Kuroo was only kidding when he teased you, Toshi was still unnecessarily possessive of you.

Not that you minded. It was nice to feel protected by the powerful ace, even if that meant having to almost hold him back when he saw Kuroo playfully ‘flirting’ with you.

The shower turned off and the curtain was slung back, revealing a fully nude Wakatoshi. He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist as your eyes followed him lustfully in the mirror, admiring how the beads of water ran down his broad, tanned back as the muscles flexed and relaxed with his movement.

“I also don’t want my teammates meeting you.” He said, walking up behind you beside you to the counter to continue his morning hygiene routine.

You scoffed lightly at that. You knew that his words held no ill intent or malice, but if Ushi would have said that sort of thing in public, and someone overheard the conversation, they would’ve thought that Ushijima was embarrassed by you. So much so that he didn’t want his team meeting you. Again, deep down you knew this wasn’t the case, but that didn’t stop the small ball of dread from making its way into your heart as you began to question if Toshi really was embarrassed by you. You knew that the only way to find out what he meant was to ask, or else you would be upset the rest of the day and lord only knows that Wakatoshi was too bad at verbal communication to ask you why you were mad at him.

“Why?” You teased, grinning at your boyfriend in the mirror despite the small pang of hurt in your chest. “Scared I’ll find someone more attractive to replace you with?”

“Why would a be scared of that? I am the most capable partner for you on the team.” He replied, turning to look at you in the eyes with an expression of slight confusion.

You couldn’t help but giggle at your big dumb boyfriend.

“Awful confident about that aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

You just laughed more, stepping towards him and craning your neck to place a small kiss on his jaw. It was mean to bully Toshi like that, especially since he took every word you said so literally, but it was too fun not to.

“How about this,” you offered, wrapping your arms around his bare hips and encouraging him to do the same to you, forming a loose hug between the two of you as you stood in the doorway of the bathroom. “I’ll go do my job with Kuroo, but you don’t have to tell the team I’m your girlfriend. We can both pretend we’re strangers.”

You weren’t gonna lie, you really wanted Wakatoshi to introduce you as his significant other to his friends, after all, you’d been dating for almost 5 years, but you understood that PDA made him uncomfortable so you could deal with your own butthurt feelings if it meant that he was more comfortable.

“Are you sure?” Wakatoshi asked, his eyes looking down at yours, seemingly into your soul.

“Yes.” You smiled, kissing his chin, “Who knows,” you added, “it might make for some hot foreplay too…”

Wakatoshi chuckled and kissed your forehead, letting his lips rest against the skin for a couple of seconds before pulling away and detaching the two of you from your ‘loose hug’.

“When do you have to go?” You asked, glancing at the bedside clock that read 5:50 AM.

“I have to be there by 6:30.” He responded. You groaned in reply, turning back to your own routine as he moved out of the bathroom to get dressed so he could go to practice.

You absolutely hated the days where Toshi had to go to practice early in the morning. He would wake up at almost 4 AM to go on his jog. And of course, being the huge oaf that he is, he’d always wake you up with him as he tried to maneuver his bulky frame out of bed. It wasn’t too much trouble though, because usually, you would just go back to sleep. The best part was when Ushijima got back from his jog and joined you in the shower for some pre-practice ‘endurance training’.

Unfortunately, that hadn’t happened today. You had to be a work kind of early too, so you had already taken your shower and done your makeup by the time Wakatoshi was back.

You were almost finished curling your hair when Wakatoshi came to wish you goodbye, wrapping his large arms around your waist as he pulled you into one of his kisses that never failed to take your breath away and leave you weak in the knees.

After he had gone, you finished getting ready in the bathroom and went to decide on something to wear.

You wanted to wear something nicer than usual to make a good impression on the team, even if Ushi wasn’t going to introduce you as his girlfriend. It was rare for Wakatoshi to see you in your work clothes, so you also wanted to wear something that would get his attention, and if you were lucky occupy his mind all day until he could rush home and fuck you.

You settled on a black lace blouse tucked into a pair of red slacks. Kuroo had told you that the two of you would get ‘bonus points’ with the bosses if your clothes matched the team’s colors. Plus you knew that Wakatoshi loved the way that the outfit looked on you. The top displayed an appropriate yet sexy amount of skin with its black velvet bodice and long lace sleeves and the high waisted slacks hugged your curvy hips and made your ass and legs look amazing.

You looked in the mirror, admiring your ability to look professional and badass at the same time. If only your highschool self could see you now. Highschool You wouldn’t have been able to see the way that the outfit complemented your plush form. She would’ve been focused on the small yet noticeable bump of your stomach underneath the slacks, or the way that the light hit the stretch marks on your arms, making them visible despite being covered in black lace.

It had taken a long time to love yourself, you’d gone through the first twenty years of your life despising how you looked. Finally, you learned to accept who you were and with the help of your friends and family, you learned that you were worth more than what YOU saw in the mirror.

You remembered the first couple of times you went out with friends after gaining your confidence. They convinced you to accompany them to a small sports bar. You remembered that night fairly clearly, you had worn a flowy maroon blouse with a pair of high waisted black jeans and a pair of 3-inch nude heels. It was one of the first times that you had looked in the mirror and liked what you saw.

You and your friends drank and watched the games on the TVs that were situated around the bar, a different sport playing on almost every one of them. You remembered that you were attracted to a volleyball game that was one. You had played volleyball a lot with your brothers when you were young and over the years, the fondness towards the sport never died. You took a seat in front of the television, sitting next to a tall, slender red-head who was nursing what smelt like a vodka cherry limeade. Your eyes were fixed on the TV, smiling as the players volleyed back and forth, admiring the strength and power it must take to perform like that.

“It’s impressive isn’t it.” The redhead next to you spoke, looking at you with wide, analytic eyes. You nodded, your eyes barely leaving the screen to give him a quick ‘hello’ smile.

“You like volleyball?” You asked, giggling a little as the man tilted his head at you.

“I used to……” He said wistfully, taking a long sip of his limeade that he happened to be drinking through a straw. “I played in high school. I quit cuz I knew that I’d never be serious enough to play like them.” He waved towards the players on the TV before continuing, “My buddy is still obsessed with it though. He’s in the bathroom right now.”

You nodded, you weren’t sure why the stranger was telling you so much, you figured that it was kind of due to the alcohol so you let him speak, plus you were enjoying the conversation.

“That’s cool.” You smiled, bringing your own drinks up to your lips as the two of you continued to watch the game in silence for a couple of seconds. Suddenly, he looked over.

“Listen,” He said, “my friend that I mentioned, the one in the bathroom…”

You nodded.

“He’s had his eyes on you the whole night.”

As soon as he said those words, your face lit up with the biggest blush you had ever had. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ before opening and closing like a fish. No one had ever looked, let alone stared! at you (to your knowledge). You had no idea how to react seeing as this was your first time anyone was so brash with you.

“I-I’m sorry- are you sure that it’s me and not one of my friends?” You asked, still in disbelief that anyone could find you attractive enough to stare.

“Of course I’m sure!” the redhead confirmed, his eyes scrunching as he looked back at you in just as much confusion as you looked at him.

He wondered if you were completely oblivious to all of the attention you’d been getting from the inhabitants of the bar. You looked gorgeous with your long legs, your thick thighs…..hell he would’ve approached you if it hadn’t been for his best friend expressing his interest in you first.

“It’s actually kind of a miracle that you sat here.” The redhead continued, “Wakatoshi isn’t very good at talking to people. Unless it’s about volleyball, which you also like!”

The blush on your face was unrelenting at the thought of a guy approaching you. A guy that you didn’t even know if they really existed. This guy you were talking to might have been a complete crazy who had gotten a little too much to drink.

“Well, I-” You started, only to be interrupted by possibly the deepest voice you’d ever heard, coming from behind you.

“Tendou, who is this in my seat?”

That’s how it all started. In those first couple of minutes, you were terrified of Ushijima. His face was so serious. Handsome, yes, but also very serious. Tendou had acted as a buffer that first night, giving you a smooth transition and kind of teaching you how to talk to Wakatoshi.

Over the next couple of months, you and Ushijima went on dates. Every week on Friday. He would pick you up at 7 pm sharp without fail. He never talked much, he much preferred to listen to you, always watching your face closely as you spoke. He made you feel safe and listened to and before long, five years had passed and the two of you were living in domestic bliss.

The sound of the phone broke you out of your little daydream, Kuroo’s caller ID flashing across the screen.

“Hello?”

“Where are you, Kitten? I’m at the gym. I see your super ace boyfriend here, but not you.”

“I’m coming” you replied, pulling a pair of black block heels on as you walked out the front door, “Also, I promised Wakatoshi that no one would tell the team that I’m his girlfriend so please behave!”

**********************

“Waaaah?? Girlfriend??” Hinata Shoyou exclaimed, leaning closer towards Bokuto who had just gathered the team while Ushijima was in the bathroom to tell them all what he had overheard from Kuroo’s phone call.

“She’ll be here today!” The owl-like hitter whisper shouted, excitement practically seeping out of his pores.

“I can’t believe Mr. Stone Solid has a girlfriend and I don’t” Miya Atsumu groaned, hiding his face in shame. As the team started to speculate about what she would look like.

“I bet she’s really pretty”

“Dumbass Hinata! Of course, she’ll be pretty! Why would Ushijima date her if she wasn’t!!” “The real question is, why would she choose Mr. no-emotion. He has the emotional range of a crayon!”

They all nodded at Atsusmu’s statement, even Iwaizumi, and Aran, who had been silent in the conversation regarding Ushiwaka’s mystery girl.

They all flinched at the sound of the gym door opening and sprang away from the huddle as they heard Ushijima coming into the gym. They all had quickly gone back to practicing as if they hadn’t just been gossiping like middle schoolers, and Ushijima being the oblivious idiot that he is, noticed nothing as he picked up a volleyball, wondering when his girlfriend would be arriving with her work partner.

Not even ten minutes later the gym doors opened again and in walked the coach, Kuroo, and you.

“Holy shit!” Atsumu whispered to Hinata, imaginary blood bursting out of his nose as he took in your figure.

The team was enraptured with you from the start, even Kageyama had stopped setting to look at you. They couldn’t stop looking at you, eyes drinking you in disbelief as to why you were with someone with Ushijima. And while you didn’t notice all of the male attention since you were currently talking to Kuroo and the coach, Wakatoshi did and a mix of possessiveness and jealousy burst into his chest.

His eyes roamed your body, fists clenching at how devilishly perfect you looked in your outfit. And even though Ushijima wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box, he could figure out that you’d worn the outfit just to make him feel like this.

He looked across the faces of his teammates, even the athletic trainer’s eyes were on your body as you made your way towards the court, your heels clicking lightly on the glossy wooden floor.

No one was really listening to the coach’s words as he introduced you and Kuroo to the team. They hadn’t even heard the coach ask them to introduce themselves until Ushijima began to speak.

“Ushijima Wakatoshi.” He said, shaking Kuroo’s outstretched hand and then yours, staring deep into your eyes.

‘Just wait till tonight’ his dark eyes read, making something in you keen in arousal.

“Well you all know me, this is my associate, Y/N,” Kuroo said, causing you to break Wakatoshi’s gaze. It jarred the others out of their dazes as well.

“Hello.” You said brightly, smiling. You and Kuroo then went down the line of them, shaking all of their hands and learning their names.

“Are you a model?” Hinata asked, his eyes wide as you towered over him in your heels. You almost looked like a goddess to the short spiker.

“No, but thank you Hinata.” You laughed, shaking his hand gently. You shook your head in amusement and moved to the man standing next to him. A dark-haired man with a blush dancing across his cheeks and his mouth turned down in an attempted frown.

“Y-you are tall,” Kageyama mumbled, holding out his hand to shake. You merely nodded and responded with an ‘it’s mostly the heels. It’s nice to meet you’

You continued to greet them one by one, feeling extremely awkward as they one by one stumbled over introducing themselves. You wondered what was wrong with them, painfully ignorant of the fact that they were all in awe of you.

‘I kind of see why he didn’t want me meeting them’ you thought.

“Aright!” Kuroo exclaimed as soon as the two of you had given all of them handshakes and introductions were finished. “Y/N and I will just be casually monitoring the practice and thinking of advertising strategies. Anything to add?” He asked, looking at you expectantly.

“Sorry for the intrusion!” You said, smiling at all of them once again, “Please play like normal and do your best!”

Ushijima scowled, he could pretty much hear all of his teammates’ brains exploding.

***************

It was a long but successful day, you thought, sliding your key into the front door of your apartment. Wakatoshi was home, the team was let out at 2:30 but you and Kuroo had headed back to the office for a couple of more hours before you came home.

“Toshi?” you called out into the seemingly empty apartment. There was no smell of dinner being cooked or sounds of the shower or sink running. You wondered where he had gone. Tendou wasn’t back in town, so unless Ushijima was out with the team you hadn’t the slightest idea where he was.

You flicked on the lights.

“AHH!” You screamed, hurling your messenger bag at the figure sitting in your living room. Your hands coming up to search for something else to protect yourself with. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you sighed. “Wakatoshi what the fuck? You scared me!”

Wakatoshi said nothing, a frown painting his face while his eyebrows were angrily scrunched towards the midline of his face.

“Toshi?”

“That is why I didn’t want you to meet my team,” he said, taking you completely by surprise.

“What?” you asked, confusion prominent on your face.

“I didn’t want them looking at you like that. You’re mine.”

“Woah, Woah, Woah. Toshi, they were just being nice to me. That’s all” you replied sweetly. A small smile worming its way onto your face at your boyfriend’s childish jealousy.

“You are mine.” He repeated, a bit more assertively this time, getting up and walking towards you.

“I know Toshi.” You whispered soothingly, your arms opening up and accepting his huge form into a tight hug. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your perfume as he sighed in content at your affection.

“I felt jealous as they looked at you. Why did you wear those clothes?”

“I wore them for you Toshi…” You whispered in his ear.

“Oh. I see.” He said, his hands slowly beginning to draw firm circles in your lower back.

“Why were you jealous Toshi?” You whispered sweetly, you couldn’t stop the sly smile from gracing your face. As mean as it was, you loved it when Wakatoshi got all possessive like this.

“They looked at you.”

“People are allowed to look at me Toshi, how would they talk to me if they weren’t?”

“They’re not allowed to look at you the way they did. Only I can. Only I own you.”

You felt your stomach twist with arousal at Toshi’s deep voice, whispering into your neck. You knew that he didn’t realize the effect that he had on you when he talked like that, but you couldn’t help the want from building in your core as your thighs pressed together.

“Show me Toshi.” You breathed out, your arms tightly wrapping around his neck, pulling his face even closer to your body, “Show me you own me.” Wakatoshi obliged, groaning lowly as his mouth began pressing bruising kisses to your neck. You tilted your head back, giving his rough lips wider access as you let him guide you into the bedroom, pressing you up against a wall.

His hands were gripping your soft hips, pulling you closer to him as his hips rolled against you. You could feel the hard outline of his cock through the thin sweatpants he had on, making your mouth water.

“Shit Toshi…” you moaned, your arms trying desperately to pull his body against you. You reached down between the two of you to feel him through his sweats. As you pressed your palm to it, his hands came down and caught both of your wrists before bringing them above your head.

“Did I say you could touch me?” He growled, his tone changing from the usually even, calm tone, to one of domination.

“Please Toshi….” You keened, a light whine of frustration slipping out of your lips.

Wakastoshi didn’t move, his eyes roaming down your body, taking in your heaving chest practically begging to be bitten and sucked, your thighs pressed together around his muscular leg that had forced its way between your soft ones. He couldn’t’ stop the surge of incredible pride that swelled in his chest as he looked down at you, hunger evident in his eyes. Your pupils were wide and blown out, lips parted and gasping for breath.

‘All mine’ he thought, slowly and firmly taking your mouth with his, demanding that you submit to him. He loved how pliant and submissive your body was beneath him. He loved how you trusted him with your pleasure. He knew he wouldn’t disappoint.

“Fuck!” you gasped as he pulled off of you, allowing your lungs to breathe in deeply, relishing at the feeling of air. Your panties were sopping wet, and you were afraid that if you didn’t take them off soon, your slacks would be in the same boat.

“Please……” You begged, your hips bucking pitifully against Wakatoshi’s firm grip. You needed relief, your brain was beyond clouded with want and the only end in sight was Wakatoshi fucking you hard and deep against the wall.

“What do you want Love?” He asked, his baritone voice invading your brain, making you involuntarily arch your back towards him, a breathy plea slipping from your lips.

“Fuck me Toshi…”

Without a word, Wakatoshi tore your blouse down the front. A small surprised shriek leaving your mouth.

“Toshi! Yo-”

“I will buy you a new one. Their filthy eyes ruined this one.” He growled before reaching down and doing the same to your slacks. You couldn’t even be mad at the incredibly hot strength of your boyfriend. Your shredded clothing fell to the floor as the super ace yanked down your soaked panties, his fingers sliding through the wet folds as he groaned softly against your ear.

“Open your legs.” He commanded, gently yet firmly grasping your thighs as he guided them apart. His fingers glided over the outside of your pussy, dipping in and pressing against your clit while his other hand fondled your breasts, pinching at the nipples.

“Toshi….” you whimpered, yearning for the feeling of his thick fingers inside of you and his mouth on your chest. He seemingly understood your pleas as his fingers slowly thrust into you, stretching you out with two straight of the bat.

“Fuck!” you squeaked, not expecting the brutally fast pace that followed.

“I will not be gentle tonight. When you see the team tomorrow, they will know you belong to me.” He growled, mercilessly finger fucking you with two fingers, using a third to draw small circles around your clit.

You were gasping for air as your head tossed back against the wall. There were no words to express how you felt, even if there were you wouldn’t be able to say them with how Wakatoshi was fucking every breath out of your body.

He didn’t let up, not until you were almost to climax, your nails digging into the meat of his bare shoulders. One of your legs was wrapped around his waist as three of his fingers pressed in and out of your g-spot at lightning speed. You could feel both of your thighs shaking under your body weight, and you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to hold your one thigh up around him.

“Wakatoshi....please….” you cried, raking your fingers down his shoulder blades, reveling in the way that they flexed against your grip. “I’m so close!”

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” he asked, taking his fingers out of you and turning you around before pushing your top half down against your vanity in the corner of the room. You could feel your dripping pussy exposed at a new angle as Wakatoshi quickly kicked off his own pants, stroking his thick cock in his hand before stepping up behind you and rubbing it against your slit, wetting it with your juices.

“Yes, please!. Pleasepleaseplease!” you babbled, the feeling of the head of his cock rubbing up and down your pussy becoming too much to bear.

With a single thrust, Wakatoshi was completely inside of you, ripping a scream from your lungs as his cock split you in half. Usually, he took his time, but you could tell that tonight he wanted to show you that you truly belonged to him.

“Fuck.” He groaned, thrusting his hips into you at an intermediate pace. He wanted to teach you who you belonged to, but he didn’t want to hospitalize you by going full speed right away.

“Mmmm….” you moaned, “love the feeling of your cock baby.” you tried to bring your hips back to meet his thrusts but were immediately stopped by his big hands pressing them into the wood of the vanity.

He continued his onslaught, snapping his hips and thrusting in and out of you, quickly building up to a seemingly inhuman pace. He wove his finger through your hair and pulled your head up to look at him through the mirror of the vanity.

“Tell me who you belong to.” He demanded. You opened your mouth in a silent moan as your eyes were met with the sight of him fucking you into the piece of furniture. Your face was red with exertion, your hair sticking with sweat. It wasn’t a superficially erotic sight (at least in your opinion) but the fucked out expression on your face was a dead give-away of how badly you enjoyed Wakatoshi dominating you like this.

Wakatoshi groaned, the feeling of his cock pushing in and out of your tight hole as he brutally fucked you was glorious. His eyes never left your form in the mirror as he stared at the way your pretty tits and stomach bounced with each push of his hips.

Fucking you in the mirror was his favorite was to take you, the ability to watch your face, your tits/stomach, and your ass/thighs all at the same time was quite possibly his favorite thing in the world. He felt himself getting close as his eyes continued to watch your blissed-out face through the glass.

One of his hands reached down and his fingers began to circle your clit again, making your eyes, that you hadn’t even realized were closed, spring open and another cry slip from your lips.

“Ooooooh…. Toshi…:” you panted. “I’m close…”

“Tell me who you belong to.” He growled, his free hand coming up and wrapping around your neck as his lips pressed against your rapid pulse. You could feel yourself beginning to lose yourself, you were so close to orgasm that tears began to run down your face.

“You! Toshi- only you!”

“Are you sure?” he asked meanly, flicking his thumb out maliciously over the oversensitive bud of your clit.

“F-fuck YES! Fuck yes Toshi….. p-please....let me cum!”

“Cum.”

Your body began to practically convulse as your orgasm ripped through your body, leaving your vision white as you shook with pleasure, you could feel yourself clenching around Wakatoshi’s cock as he moaned deeply and began to cum inside of you, letting himself be milked by your walls.

You cried as you came down from your high, your legs feeling like jelly as Ushijima’s strong arms wrapped around your body, supporting you and making sure you didn’t drop to the floor from exhaustion.

He gently pulled out of you and carried you to the bathroom. He set you down on the counter as he went to turn on the shower, the sight of his broad back covered in scratch marks making you bask in the glow of your orgasm even more.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked guiltily, concerned eyes sweeping your body worriedly. You let out a half giggle/ half hiccup and shook your head.

“I love you Toshi.” You whispered, opening your arms so he could pick you up and carry you to the shower with him, which he contently did, his thick biceps flexing against your back as he held your body against him under the hot stream of water.

“I love you too. You are mine.” He said as he lathered shampoo into your hair. You smiled, shivering at the feeling of his fingers against your scalp and his words of love in your mind.

“I’m yours.” You said sweetly, before turning in his grasp to return the favor.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuuxreader #haikyuu 18+#ushijima x reader #ushijima smut #ushijima

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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 3 years

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Heloise's 3.5k Followers Sleepover [Closed!] and Writing Challenge [Closed!]

Hello my lovelies <3

On Wednesday we reached another milestone once again! I can’t tell you how happy I am to know that so many of you have been enjoying my writing. All the support I’ve gotten from my followers has been beyond my expectations and I’m just so very grateful. I never imagined getting 50 let alone 3500 followers. Mind blowing really! I wanted to do something fun for such a huge milestone and as it’s a writing blog, I thought, let’s write. I want the writers to enjoy writing and the readers to enjoy reading. However, on the other hand, I didn’t want to leave out my non-writer followers so a sleepover should be in place as well.

Therefore, welcome to⁠—

Heloise’s 3.5k followers Sleepover and Writing Challenge

Part 1. Sleepover [Closed!] (Please click on the link above!)

Part 2. Writing Challenge [Closed!] (See below the Keep Reading option!)

Let's have fun and send your Ask! ^^

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Heloise’s 3.5k Followers Writing Challenge Masterlist

Part 2. Writing Challenge!

Disclaimer! I do not own any of the prompts listed below, they all belong to @screnwriter and @dreamy-prose and each prompt list I have used for creating this event are listed at the bottom of the post. [Numbers] next to prompts refer to the prompt lists you can find them at.

Rules!

➵ You don’t have to follow me to participate, although it would be much appreciated. ➵ Chose as many prompts as you’d like. No limits. ➵ Write for any universe and any pairings, I basically read everything. ➵ No incest, racial, religious, or sexual hate openly, not related to the story line, but to hurt others. If you have any of the above in your fic, I will not reblog it. ➵ Fluff, angst, smut, anything goes, just please use appropriate Warnings! ➵ Use the Keep reading option above 500 words. Tutorial from phone is Here! ➵ No deadline for submission, but deadline for entry closes on 27 September 2021. Clarification: You can submit your fics even next year if you wish. End date is only for entering the event. I will not be able to accept entries after 27 September 2021. ➵ If you would like to participate, just send me an Ask with the prompt(s) and character and Reblog this post. ➵ Please use the tag #heloises3.5kcelebration and tag my name @heloisedaphnebrightmore when you post your fic. If it's not reblogged in 48 hours, please send me an Ask or DM. My tags seem to be funny at times. ➵ And most importantly, Have fun! :)

I decided to use both Scenario prompts and Dialogue prompts to take on a different approach compared to my last writing challenge.

Scenario prompts

Enemies to lovers / Tension prompts

1. “I’ll kiss you right now to prove that I don’t feel anything for you.” “Okay.” The two characters kiss, and whoops they felt something, followed by lingering, as they’re catching their breath, trying to make sense of what just happened, and the feelings rushing through them, and then there’s this urge to dive back in for another kiss. [5]

@goddessofdawns (x) Loki Laufeyson x Reader

2. Your enemy has never let anyone touch their scar, until you come along. [7]

@natashxromanovf (x) Bucky Barnes x Reader

3. Character A and B kiss each other to prove there's nothing going on between them, but they get so caught up in each other, they prove the exact opposite. [2]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

4. For one night, Character A and B give into temptation and sleep with each other, hoping it will solve the tension building between them. It does the opposite. [2]

5. Character A and B avoid each other after sharing an intimate moment, be it a kiss, a hug, holding hands, or just looking at each other's lips longer than appropriate. [1]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

6. You're upset one night, and you don't know where to go, so you end up at your enemy's house, and as they open the door, you stay silent for a second, before saying “I don't know where else to go.” Your enemy doesn't say anything, instead they pull you into their arms, giving you a shoulder to cry on. [1]

@goddessofdawns (x) Bucky Barnes x Reader

7. The best friends to lovers “Let’s just kiss to see what it’s like.” They kiss, followed by the characters pulling away, eyes still closed, forehead against forehead, lingering… and then they go in for the second kiss. [5]

@goddessofdawns (x) Newt (Maze Runner) x Reader

8. You threaten your enemy, and when they close the distance between you, you realize how attracted you truly are to them. [1]

9. Pinning your enemy against the wall. Or straddling your enemy’s hips whilst they pin your arms above your head. [1]

@theravenclawgal (x) Sirius Black x Reader

10. You end up on your enemy's lap, and you yank the belt from their pants “Let's just get this over with.” [1]

11. You're about to leave the room, but your enemy slams the door shut, and with one hand on either side of your head, barricade you against the wall... (cue the reckless make-out session). [2]

@band--psycho (x) James Potter x Reader

12. You’re sharing a bed with your enemy and being told “Stay on your side or I'll set this whole bed on fire”. Only to wake up the next day with your enemy's arms wrapped around you. [2]

@forever-and-more (x) Lorcan Salvaterre (Throne of Glass) x Reader

13. Your enemy has been badly wounded, and somebody needs to bandage them up, so you agree to help them, and suddenly they're shirtless, and you can't help but admire their body, something that cheeky bastard takes notice of. [1]

14. You've been wounded, your face is all bruised up. Your enemy puts a finger under your chin, bringing your eyes to theirs, asking “Who did this to you?”. When you don't answer, they ask you again “Who did this to you?”. [1]

@band--psycho (x) Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

@grimdevil (x) Regulus Black x Reader

15. You've just been hurt, you're bleeding out, and your enemy is freaking out, dropping the “I love you. I can't lose you” card, begging you not to close your eyes. [2]

@goddessofdawns (x) Loki Laufeyson x Reader

@forever-and-more (x) Lorcan Salvaterre (Throne of Glass) x Reader

16. Two characters look at each other, a tense silence between them and then bang, lips crash into each other as they can’t resist anymore and then one of them pins the other against the wall. [6]

@forever-and-more (x) Lorcan Salvaterre (Throne of Glass) x Reader

17. You had a really good time on the date tonight, and your date is asking for a good night kiss. It was only meant to be on the cheek, but then you pull back, our eyes meet, and there's a gravitational pull pulling you closer again. [6]

18. You’ve never been kissed before so your friend volunteers, but you decline because you’ve been best friends and it would be weird. But a couple hours later you lay awake in bed and can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss them and suddenly you regret what you said. [6]

@queen-of-brokenhearts (x) Hermione Granger x Female!Reader

Intimate / Domestic prompts

19. You are wearing your lover’s clothes when they say, “Can I get my shirt/hoodie back?” and you say “No.” or “Come and get it.”. [4]

@oliverwoodmarrymepls (x) Oliver Wood x Reader

20. You're talking on the phone and your lover quietly comes up behind you, wraps their arms around you, and starts gently kissing your neck. You begin to lose focus on your phone call as you concentrate on not making any noise. [3]

@band--psycho (x) Fred Weasley x Reader

21. You’re supposed to be mad at your lover but they’re holding your face and smiling, and you just can't resist it when they're pouting like that. [6]

22. You and your lover sitting next to each other at a table, and they rest their hand on your thigh, gently rubbing their thumb back and forth. [3]

23. Looking at your crush or lover only to find them already looking at you and when you make eye contact, they smile at you. [3]

@iliveiloveiwrite (x) - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

24. You think mistletoe kisses are lame, but your love interest brings you under one, regardless of the season and suddenly you're all for it. [6]

25. You and your lover are in bed, when you say, “It’s time to get up.” and your lover pulls you back down, wraps their hands around your body, snuggles up close, preventing you from getting out of bed. [4]

26. Your lover is resting their head on your lap, falling asleep whilst you are playing with their hair. [4]

@oliverwoodmarrymepls (x) Oliver Wood x Reader

@band--psycho (x) Young!Remus Lupin x Reader

27. Having a piece of hair brushed off your face as you're reading or looking down. [3]

28. You're sick, and you can't kiss your lover, and it's an absolute torture. [6]

@msmarvelouswinchester (x) Jensen Ackles or Dean Winchester x Reader

29. Being asked “Are you sure?” (There's nothing sexier than consent) [3]

30. When it’s a slow burn, and the characters just look at each other like “Fuck it, I’m done with this.” and they finally kiss. [4]

@acourtofbooksandfantasy (x) Azriel (ACOTAR) x Reader

Dialogue prompts

Flirty / Sarcastic prompts

1. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I like the sound of your voice, because you don’t seem to ever shut up.” [9]

2. “Is that a challenge?” [9]

3. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” [15]

@will-be-a-fineline (x) Harry Styles x reader

4. “When have I ever put you in danger? Actually, don't answer that.” [11]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

5. “I dare you.” [9]

6. “If you don’t shut up, I might as well kiss you to put that mouth to good use.” [9]

7. Character A: “Do yourself a favour, get laid.” Character B: “Why, are you offering?” [9]

@grimdevil (x) Draco Malfoy x Reader

@theravenclawgal (x) Sirius Black x Reader

8. Character A: “What if bite you?” Character B: “I’m into that.” [10]

9. Character A is returning a priced procession to Character B and says, “I want something in return.” Character B “What?” Character A “You.” [2]

10. Character A: “What changed your mind? “ Character B: “You.” [7]

11. Character A: “What do you want?” Character B: “You.” [9]

12. Character A: “Just admit it.” Character B: “Admit what?” Character A: “I’m the best you’ve ever had.” [13]

13. Character A: “You haven’t listened to a word I’ve said, have you?” Character B: “And yet for some reason your mouth just keeps on going.” [8]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

@theravenclawgal (x) Sirius Black x Reader

14. Character A: “I shouldn't have kissed you” “ Character B: You're right. But I should've.” [7]

15. Character A: “Do you flirt with everyone?” Character B: “Unfortunately, you’re the only one who caught my attention.” Character A: “Unfortunately?” [8]

@sexysirius (x) Sirius Black x Reader

16. Character B: “I like to keep my options open.” [8]

17. “I hate you. Oh, I hate you so much right now.” [11]

18. “Jesus Christ, you're annoying.” [11]

First kiss / Confession prompts

19. Character A: “Come over here.” Character B: “Why?” Character A: “You said you’ve never been kissed before. I’m planning on changing that.” [10]

20. Character A: “Just… don’t make this weird, all right?” Character B: “Meaning what?” Character A: “Meaning, don’t treat me like I haven’t been kissed before.” Character B: “But you… haven’t been kissed before.” Character A: “Look, I just want this over and done with, okay. I don’t want to be treated like a delicate flower. Kiss me like you mean it.” [10]

@band--psycho (x) Damon Salvatore x Reader

21. Character A: “I love you.” Character B: “I know.” Character A: “You knew?” Character B: “You haven’t exactly been discreet.” [15]

@band--psycho (x) Natasha Romanoff x Reader

22. “Listen, I know you’re busy, but… it’s important.” [15]

23. “I love you, and I don’t care if you don’t love me back. I just need you to know that I do.” [15]

24. Character A: “Do you have feelings for me?” Character B: “What?” Character A: “Do you have feelings for me?” [14]

25. “Is that truly, all it is? Just, two friends, hanging out?” [14]

@pregnant-piggy (x) Sirius Black x Reader

26. “I need to ask you something and I don’t want you to brush off the subject or turn it into a joke… I need you to be honest with me.” [14]

@grimdevil (x) Young!Sirius Black

27. “Are you… are you in love with me?” [14]

28. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” [14]

29. “All this time I thought you didn’t want me.” [14]

30. “If there’s something you want to tell me, now’s the time.” [14]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

31. “There’s nothing going on between me and Character C. because the person I want to be with is standing right in front of me.” [14]

32. Character A: “I want this to work. I really do.” Character B: “Then we’re on the same page.” [16]

33. “I’ve missed you so much. I didn’t even think it was possible to miss someone this much.” [16]

34. “I know we're not together, but I might die today so I'm going to kiss you just in case there is no later.” [6]

Reassurance / Sweet prompts

35. “You could stay here, tonight. For as long as you'd like.” [7]

@oliverwoodmarrymepls (x) Oliver Wood x Reader

36. “Could you ever love someone like me?” [7]

37. Character A: “I've never been in love before.” Character B: “Then let me show you.” [7]

@goddessofdawns (x) Sam Wilson x Reader

38. “I can’t get up. You’re gonna have to carry me.” [11]

@goddessofdawns (x) Sam Wilson x Reader

39. “Are you okay with me kissing you?” [12]

@deanwanddamons (x) Jensen Ackles x Reader

40. “I feel safe with you. I always have.” [12]

@band--psycho (x) Newt (Maze Runner) x Reader

41. “I need you to know that you can always come to me.” [12]

@iliveiloveiwrite (x) - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

42. Character A: “You’ll wait for me?” Character B: “For as long as I need to.” [12]

43. “I’ll always be there for you. Don’t you ever doubt that.” [12]

@band--psycho (x) George Weasley x Reader

44. “Don’t hide from me. you’re even more beautiful in the morning.” [13]

@will-be-a-fineline (x) Harry Styles x reader

45. “I’m going to kiss you until you’re sick of it.” [13]

@goddessofdawns (x) Sam Wilson x Reader

46. “Just hold me. I’m not ready to wake up.” [13]

@pregnant-piggy (x) Sirius Black x Reader

If you have any questions, don’t be afraid of sending me a message. My inbox is always open for everyone :)

Prompt lists used from @screnwriter and @dreamy-prose

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16]

#milestone #heloises3.5kcelebration #writing challenge

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lost-khione · 2 years

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Ugly Insecurities

Aki x OC (Sae), School AU, Platonic

[Edited: I didn't think of putting a note that this is a platonic relationship]

I have a new OC!

And as usual I don't have a physical description for her but I'll write about her :3

So I have Cel who's hopelessly in love with Gin, and now I have Sae who very much relates to Aki. Sidenote: these OCs are fictional versions of my friends that I imagined.

To my friend, Sae, I hope I managed to write it to your liking ( 〃▽〃)

Summary: Aki is this smart kid at school. Sae is just your average girl. The two of them have been friends for a long time but Sae feels insecure about Aki.

Word count: 2716 words

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I can feel the spring in my step as I walk towards my classroom. I’m excited to meet Aki today! I managed to unlock new achievements last night. I don’t even care about the bags under my eyes. I did stay up pretty late last night playing that online game that’s got me addicted these days.

It has already been a month since I started playing this game and I’ve been telling Aki about my progress since then. He doesn’t play the game but he listens to me attentively. He might look like he doesn’t give a damn but the comments he gives gives away how much he takes note of every detail I say.

I feel my steps slow down as I remembered what I wanted to talk to Aki about aside from that new unlocked task. My palm starts to sweat. I reached the point in the game that requires me to finish a task with a partner. I tried to find someone interested to play with me on the online community but alas, it seems that the universe wanted me to sleep already.

I’m not that good at talking to strangers online anyway. This game’s not even popular at school so I don’t even know anyone who plays it. The question that’s on repeat in my head is how I could convince Aki to play with me.

It’s lunchtime. Aki and I always eat lunch together despite being in different classes. It’s pretty surprising that he still hangs out with me despite grumbling that he only does so just because our family are friends. We used to live pretty close to each other until they moved to the next town. Still, we go to the same high school. I found him sitting on the grass of the school garden. We usually sit on the grass on sunny days and today is one of those days.

I sit across from him and we start eating eventually. I am hyper aware of the sound of our utensils as we eat. Aki was the one who broke the silence first.

“Well, aren’t you quiet today. Won’t you tell me about that game you’re playing today?” Aki asks in his usual sarcastic tone.

I visibly gulp what I am chewing and try to stammer out something, “Ummm.. You know..”

“What happened? Just spit it out. After bugging me to listen to you every day, I don’t think now’s the time to feel embarrassed about it.”

I steel my nerves and explain slowly, “Actually, I unlocked a new achievement last night.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Oh? And what did you unlock now?”

“I achieved level 50 and now I have access to cooperative tasks.”

“I see. Don’t tell me you’re gonna ask me to play so you have a buddy for these ‘cooperative tasks’?”

I sigh in relief at having been unburdened of the need to ask him since he figured it out himself. “You’re a genius! You always know what I had in mind.”

He sighs audibly at my reaction and says, “I told you before that I don’t have to be a genius to figure you out. Your face says it all. You’re just too easy to read.”

“Ehhhhh. But I think you’re a genius for knowing me best.” I grin at him and he looks really annoyed. “And even if you might not be able to understand me that easily, you’re still a genius. You always get top marks and all that.”

“Flattering me won’t mean I’ll play with you. And as I’ve also told you before, you don’t have to be impressed by my top marks. Anybody can do that if they study hard enough.”

My hand stops short of putting the spoon in my mouth and I let myself whisper, “But I still can’t do it even if I try.”

“What did you say?” His words snap me back to reality.

Did he hear what I said…? I think to myself.

“I said, you can request one thing from me if you play with me!”

Oops. It is not my intention to raise my voice at him like that. I add to diffuse the tension, “You can at least play with me until I found someone willing to co-op. You know I kinda suck at talking to people online. And I’m serious about granting you one request.”

“Fine, stop giving me that face. Give me time to think over what I’ll ask of you.”

“Just let me know whenever. And it should be within my abilities at least”

“Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to buy me anything,” he says teasingly.

As we pack up our lunchboxes and get ready to go back, I remember something important.

“Aki, tell me when you’re free so I can at least teach you the ropes.”

He stops to think for a moment and responds, “Let’s do it this weekend.”

“Got it! I’m looking forward to it!”

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Weekend. We met up on the game platform. Obviously, he is still level 1. He is slowly getting the hang of it.

Pfffftt, I can’t help finding it funny that he stumbled over a tiny enemy. I quickly put a hand over my mouth.

“What? You sound like you wanted to say something.”

His voice sounds clear on the headset I’m wearing.

“Nothing. Did you get it?”

“My weapon accuracy is bad.”

God, he’s so cute. I can imagine him pouting. He’s such a perfectionist. It’s rare for me to find something that I’m actually better at than him.

“Well, yeah. It starts out like that but if you level up and level your weapon, it would get better,” I say as I used my weapon to hit our target. “Why do I feel like I’ll find a co-op task partner sooner than you could reach level 50?” I tease him.

“I’m still warming up. I’m a genius, aren’t I?”

“I thought you don’t like me calling you that.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t call myself that. Besides, I’m pretty sure you only said that to butter up to me.”

“When did I butter you up? You know how much I looked up to you.”

“Don’t sulk. I’ll catch up to your level soon. Just you wait.”

How did he know I’m sulking? Sometimes I hate how he sees through me even though he can’t really see me right now.

“Hey, how do you do this..?” His voice puts a halt to my swirling thoughts as he asks me about the things he doesn’t understand. We continue playing together as I explain how the game’s world works.

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Two weeks later. He’s caught up to me. We already started doing those co-op tasks. But I feel cheated.

How can he reach that level in two weeks when it took me a month? He really is a genius, huh.I guess it’s just the way of the world.

We finished eating without saying a word. We’re just sitting on the grass and I’m absently looking at the garden.

“Hey, you’re awfully quiet today. I thought you’d be really excited to unlock more tasks now that we started working on those low-level ones.”

I can feel him staring at me. I keep my eyes fixed at some middle distance.

“Hey, why do you look upset? I thought you wanted me to play with you.”

Why am I so pissed at him?

He is right though. I’m the one who bugged him to play with me but now that he is I’m pissed.

“I think I’m jealous of you,” I say quietly, still not meeting his eyes.

“Why?”

“To be honest, I thought you sucked when I was teaching you at first. But then you're suddenly so good after a while. I thought I found something that I’m better than you. You know, you’ve always been a genius in my eyes. But sometimes, like now, it bugs me.”

My voice was shaking a bit when I blurted out that last part. I can feel my eyes start to water.

“That you’re not like me?”

I look at him. Our eyes meet. I can’t help the single tear that is sliding down my cheek.

“You know what, Sae. You’re you and I’m me. You have your own strengths,” he says in a serious tone but I feel like it’s a vain attempt to comfort me.

I can’t stop myself anymore. I need to get these out of my chest. I breathe in in an attempt to steady myself and reply, “Sometimes, I really wonder why you still kept hanging out with me. I mean, you’re a top student. You’re good at almost everything. I’m just an average person. I even wonder if I deserve to be your friend, since you always say you only hang out with me just because of our close families.” I look down again to hide my tears. I don’t want to say all of these ugly thoughts in front of him, but I can’t seem to stop today. My tears started coming as I said my piece. I’m just sniveling in front of him now.

I hear him heave a big sigh.

“Idiot.”

“Ouch! Why did you flick my forehead?” I look up at him with an accusing gaze, not minding my tear-streaked face anymore. He might have just called me an idiot but his voice sounded gentle with a hint of frustration. Knowing him, he didn’t mean that little insult he threw at me. But now that I’m looking at him, his eyes look like he’s hesitating to say something.

He sighs loudly. He moves closer and rubs my back as I touch my forehead. “I knew that you’ve always been insecure about being compared to me. You finally let it out.”

“Huh? You knew?” I can’t hide the surprise in my voice. I knew that he could read me but am I really being too obvious about that?

He takes out a handkerchief and offers it to me before he answers, “I told you before, didn’t I? Your face is easy to read. I hang out with you because I like your company. Why do you think I still keep hanging around you after all these years?”

He looks at me like he’s a bit hurt. Like he’s expecting me to know.

“H-how should I know? I thought you’re only doing that because you think of me as a family friend!”

He keeps rubbing my back just like how he comforted me when we were kids. My tears have already stopped. I think it was because of the shock of his confession.

He sighs again. “I wouldn’t even hang out with you if I don’t like you. Besides, I’m only good at that game because you kept on telling me stories about it before you asked me to play with you.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t you ‘huh’ me. Did you already forget how much you talked my ear off each day? I might have looked bad at first because I was unfamiliar with all the buttons and everything. Luckily, I have a good memory and slowly connected the things you’ve been telling me before to the actual game.”

“So you mean you actually liked hanging out with me? I thought you were always bored with me,” I reply in disbelief as I wipe my tears. I understand his point about how he quickly got used to the game but telling me that he liked my company is unexpected. I really thought that he’s just not that social and since we knew each other, he only tolerated me. And well, I’m not that social myself so we kinda just stuck with each other all this time.

“You’re still stuck at that, huh,” he says looking like he can’t believe that my stupid brain can’t accept it right away.

He sighs again. It seems like he’s been sighing too much because of our conversation.

It’s like a dam has burst as he explains himself in a slightly trembling voice. “Yes, I like hanging out with you. This is just my default face. My god, did we just meet today? I’ve always been like this. I always listen to you. You’re always bright and eager to try new things. And like I said, all those things you told me about the game before certainly helped.”

Now that I’m actually looking at him, I notice the dark bags under his eyes.

“What are you staring at? Is it that weird? I thought you knew me at least even that much. We’ve been friends for years.”

He really looked hurt. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by my jealousy but more bothered that I thought he didn’t like me.

“I’m sorry for getting jealous. I didn’t know you thought of me that way.”

I hug him involuntarily and he stiffens. Uhh, this is awkward but it also feels comforting.

I sniff and he tries to pry me away with gentle hands. “Hey, let go of me, you’ll get your snot on me.”

“I’m also sorry for misunderstanding your intentions of hanging out with me. Now that I think about it, I think I went too far and let my emotions get the better of me. I know that even if you look cool and nonchalant, you still care about me.”

“Good. Because I am actually surprised that you looked so clueless earlier. It was like you’ve forgotten all these years that we’re together.”

He looks relieved after having said that. It seems that he really is bothered when I said that about our friendship. I guess he has the right to look hurt after my accusation that he only stuck with me because of our families.

“Then, let me ask you another thing. Do you stay up late even after I log out to play?”

“What if I do? You were whining about wanting to go do those tasks weren’t you? I figured I had to level up as fast as I can.”

“So that’s it!” I finally connect the dots as to why he leveled up faster than my own progress.

He always sounds defensive when he says something he doesn’t want me to know. He likes to keep stuff to himself which is why it’s hard for me to understand him at times. He still isn’t so honest, huh. But I guess I’m also the same for keeping those to myself all these years.

“Are you only understanding it now?”

“I’m sorry. I kinda just let loose all my insecurities about you just now.”

I feel ashamed of my earlier outburst.

“There’s something you can do to make up for it,” he says and looks at me sincerely. Then, he adds, “Will it be okay?”

“Why are you still asking if it’s okay? Of course, it’s okay! I still owe you and you still haven’t told me what you want.”

“Can I come over sometime? Cook for me. You say that I’m always good at everything but aren’t you forgetting how bad I am at cooking? On the other hand, the food you cook at our home economics class is always the best. I really like your cooking.”

I feel my face heating up at the sudden praise. I clear my throat and ask, “Then what do you want me to cook?”

“I love your croquettes.”

I feel like his eyes are sparkling just imagining the croquettes which made me smile.

“That’s all? Oh, I know, I’ll cook you a feast! You can eat dinner with us on Friday. I’ll make sure to prepare your favorite foods and I’ll make you croquettes as you requested. You do know you’re still welcome at home even if we no longer live near each other. Mom and Dad ask about you sometimes.”

“Do you feel better now? Don’t get jealous about me being a genius anymore. You’re you. Remember that.” He pats my head reassuringly.

I feel like a burden has been lifted off my shoulders. I finally told him those pent up emotions that I’ve had all these years. I’ve always looked up at him, but like he said, maybe I should appreciate myself more.

“I’ll look forward to this Friday, then.”

I feel that his smile is as bright and as unburdened as mine. (^◡^ )

#Aki x OC #Aki x Sae #this is the longest fic that i've written so far #idk why my aki fics are the longest ones #it was such a challenge to write this in first pov #i hope the end isn't too anticlimactic #tbh i'm not too confident with how i ended it #arr fanfic #ayakashi akiyasu #ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi koi meguri #ayakashi rr #ayakoi #arr school au

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littlepadika · 3 years

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I’m having thoughts about like, a sweet younger person working at the embassy being the only one Javi is softer with when he’s working and her being the only one that can break through his tough exterior! Do you have any thoughts on this ^_^

EEK innocent reader. Feeling soft tonight. Here's my hot take...hope you like like <3

Warnings: legal age gap

You're an assistant, a grunt worker, getting coffees and faxes. Nothing too dangerous. Your boss, an ambassador, puts you up to be an informant in a brothel for a day. You were the only one young enough to actually be convincing. You felt excited to finally be doing something useful.

Javi finds you after the meeting, unable to voice his concern in front of the ambassador who he's already in deep shit with.

"You can't do this, hermosa."

"Why not?"

"Because you have no training... you're too..."

"Too what?" You fought back a laugh. Javi just splutters. "That's what I thought." You shook your head. You had a crush on the man even though you knew he would never reciprocate. Maybe a silly part of you was excited to show him you weren't a little girl.

Javi eventually gave up trying to get you to drop it, but he was very protective. He insisted on being the one managing the operation. He asked for extra back up than usual. He reminded you about your earpiece about 50 times in the car ride over.

"I'll be right there, hermosa, if you need anything."

"Javi, I'll be fine."

"And don't forget your exit strategy. They won't take you if you seem like you're sick. Wait for us at the rendezvous point and we'll get you out."

"Javi..." You chuckled. "I got it. God. you're more nervous than I am."

"I just- I don't want anything to happen to you." Javier struggled to express what he was feeling. He wasn't a feelings kind of person. He had no choice but accept that he was so worried because he cared about you. Everyone in his life was tainted by the job but not you. Not yet. He knew he was putting you on a pedestal like some angel but he couldn't help it.

"Now you know how I feel every time you go out in the field..." You admitted with a shy smile.

"You worry about me?" Javi seemed shocked.

"Of course I do."

"You'll be great hermosa. Maybe you'll be an agent too one day."

You look at him as if he just grew a second head. Javier Peña was giving you a compliment?!?

"Thank you Javi."

You both shared a soft smile. Javier tried to quell the worry inside of him. The hope burning in his chest at your little confession helped. Maybe when this was over he would be able to finally ask you out properly.

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#javier peña fanfiction #javier peña x you #javier peña x reader #javier peña #ask padika #anon

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klirk-hammurton · 3 years

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50 Fluffy, funny, teasing, and cute prompts/request ideas

1. “Look, I need just one date. One date. That's it."

2. “I've always loved you, and I'll continue to love you even when we're old and wrinkly."

3. “Did you just....? You kissed me!"

4. “I would appreciate it, if you'd shut up and kiss me already.”

5. “Your taste in men is horrible.”--"Who asked you?"

6. “I’d come for you. No matter what. Maybe not always right away, but maybe after I wake up.”--"Thanks.....you're so romantic...."

7. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

8. “I’d have never thought I would fall in love with someone like you.”

9. “You must be the reason for global warming because you’re hot.”--"Are you from Africa? Cause Kenya not?"

10. “No, I don’t have a crush on you!”--"Then why are you so defensive?"

11. “You say you hate it but your red face is telling me otherwise.”

12. “Ya know, this isn't what I meant when I told you to fall for me.”

13. “Is somebody jealous?”

14. “Is that a threat?”--"No!.....it's a promise...."

15. “You’re a horrible liar.”

16. “It’s so cold, you should hold my hand, so it doesn’t freeze.”--"You literally have gloves...."--"HOLD MY HAND DAMMIT!!!"

17. “Aww, you’re blushing. I like that look on you.”

18. “Annoying you is what I’m best at.”

19. “I can’t concentrate, when you look at me like that.”--“Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so--"

20. “Do you like what you see?”

21. “Are you trying to flirt with me?”

22. “You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid”--"Trust me....no I don't...."

23. “I’m beginning to think that you don’t hate me as much as you say”

24. “You’re not even my type”--- “Please.... I’m the living embodiment of your type.”

25. “If you hate holding my hand so much, why haven’t you let go?”

26. “The whole time we’ve been ‘dating’, we’ve been putting up a front. You’ve fallen in love with an act”

27. “Look, that right there totally meant nothing. We’re just committed to this ‘fake dating’ thing so much that we made out behind this building. It happens!”

28. "So aside from taking my breath away, what do you do for a living?"

29. "Would you just shut up please?"--"Why don't you come make me."

30. "How long were you standing there?"

31. "Give me a kiss, you beautiful idiot."

32. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you actually liked me”

33. “Shut up shut up shut up shut for once in your life shut up and let me kiss you”

34. “Ha, your dream guy kinda sounds like me. It's me. It's definitely me. I'm your dream guy."

35. “I’m beginning to think that you don’t hate me as much as you say”

36. “Complimenting you is revolting”

37. "911? Yes, I’d like to report a loser."

38. "I've never known jealousy until I met you."

39. "You know what would look good on you?"--"I swear to God, if you say 'me'..."--"Well, if you say so. C'mere."--"Oh my god."

40. "I lost my teddy bear, can I sleep with you?"

41. "Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"--"Sometimes you make me want to jump through a window..."

42. “You look really good in my clothes”

43. "So......that actually happened...."--"I kind of....liked it?"

44. “I know you had a bad day, so I tried making you cookies”

45. "I can't believe you remembered that"

46. "I might be an overconfident ass hole, but I do pay attention to you."

47. "You're fucking beautiful."--" You're drunk."--"A drunk tongue is an honest tongue."

48. "Will you just take my love and affection before I choke you with it, you idiot."

49. "If you like what you see so much,, take a picture it'll last longer."

50. "We were never just friends”--"Well yeah, we're best friends."--"That's not what I mean..."

#i need to break my writers block #i genuinely want to do some of these so feel free to ask for requests!#requests anyone?#i'll take requests #requests are open #preferably want to do these band related #I already have so many ideas flowing #prompts #requests #writing prompts #I've been seeing others doing some one liner prompts so i figufed I'd shoot my shot at it too #maybe break my block

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cherrycheolliesc · 4 years

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Let Me Hear You Say

part 46: Joshua’s Weeb Closet. (46/50)

red below 👇 (1.5k words)

“You know I can break out of this, right?” you say to Mingyu who is currently holding you down. He just scoffs knowing you can't move anywhere, but entertains you, “I know, it just makes me feel strong”

“You already strong, Gyu. Anyways where is everyone?” Seokmin asks. You look around the room only seeing half of your friends in Seungcheol’s small living room. Seungkwan and Wonwoo are sitting on the couch quietly talking. You wonder how they became friends because you've never seen them talk to each other. You assume Jeonghan and Joshua are probably somewhere making out so they don't have to deal with actually setting up the party. Seungcheol and Jihoon seem to be lecturing Chan about who knows what. Things are finally quieting down when everyone decides to watch the movie that's playing until someone bursts through the doors, “I'm here motherfuckers. The party is finally getting started”

“She drunk, isn't she,” Cheol asks as he points towards the small blonde girl in Mina’s arms. Seoyeon nods as she brings Chaeyoung to one of the rooms in the apartment. When she comes back, everyone turns towards the commotion at the front door. “You can't make me go inside. I'll bite you, you know I will”

“Soonyoung, if you just go inside, it'll make everything so much easier,” Jun says as he continues to try and push the smaller boy in. Everyone just watches him, Minghao, and Vernon struggle to bring Soonyoung in until Cheol eventually just picks him up and holds him down, “You two are gonna talk like two grown adults or I’m firing Jihoon”

“Woah why am I getting involved in this?” Jihoon asks walking over to the rest of the group. Everyone looks confused before Chan talks, “How can you even fire him?”

“Yea and with what job exactly,” Soonyoung says causing Cheol to roll his eyes, “Look if guys talk to each other, I'll tell you where I work”

“One, no one cares. Two, stop lying to yourself, it's okay if you're unemployed. We won't stop loving you just because you don't have a job, Cheollie” you say which only annoys him more. Jihoon confused asks, “Why do you guys really believe he's unemployed? The dude is literally our boss.”

“ ‘Our’ boss?” Seungkwan says, “yes our boss. He's at the building all the time. How did you not know that?”

“To be honest I thought he was just going there to hook up with you, Ji,” Jeonghan says before getting a drink. “Ew, why would I hook up with Cheol? He's like my brother. That would just ruin your friendship.”

“And that is exactly why I’m not admitting my feelings for Y/n!” Soonyoung screams before trying to run away but failing as Cheol is still holding him down. You decide yelling back is the best option, “like I would ever admit my feelings for you.”

“That’s it! Time out for you two until you can figure out your issues. Bring them to Shua’s weeb closet and don’t let them out until they're cool with each other.” Cheol says before lifting Soonyoung. Mingyu sees the message Cheol sends and brings you to Joshua’s room as well. “Hey hey, why are you taking them to my closet? What if they fuck in there?”

“Then they'll be happy again,” Vernon says with a smile on his face. Shua rolls his eyes before giving in. Eventually, you and Soonyoung are both shoved into the small closet. You try to stay as far as you can from him, putting a blowup titan in between the two of you. To ease the awkwardness after a few minutes of silence, Soonyoung asks, “You think Shua uses this thing as a sex doll?”

“If he does, I regret touching it,” you reply. The boy beside you laughs and says, “If I remember correctly, you and Joshua sleeping together for a whole two years after college, right?”

“Yeah well, it was kinda weird. Let's just say, you aren't the only furry in our friend group.” This makes him laugh again before finding a place to sit down. You take a seat beside him as he leans his head on your shoulder, “I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“For what exactly, Soonie?” You ask back wanting a better explanation than just a small sorry. He rolls his eyes before saying, “You already know why. For being immature and not dealing with things like an adult.”

“To be honest, none of us deal with things like adults. We're just the worst. I guess I’m sorry too.” you say back to him. The two sit comfortably in silence just relaxing in each other’s company. Why did we make things so hard for no reason? you wonder. That thought quickly goes away when you remember that the two of you are friends and you never want to ruin that, but your thoughts are interrupted, “I love you, Y/n. But I mean even if it's pretty obvious, I know I'm not very good at showing it.”

“But we're friends, Soon,” you say back before walking to the other side of the closet. You glance at his face for a second and see a bit of hurt in his eyes. Why am I still hiding how I feel? What’s the point of lying to myself and everyone else? You ask yourself before he breaks your thoughts once again, “Y/n, you say that, but then you're willing to fight with me for months because of the whole situation. Why are we just continuing to do this to each other?”

“I don't know, Soon. I really don't know,” you reply, overwhelmed, burying your face into your hands. He walks behind you and gives one of his famous, familiar back hugs to comfort you. You relax into the hug as he softly kisses your shoulder, “it's okay, Y/n. You don't need to have an answer right now. It's not wrong to want to take everything at your own pace. I just don't want to feel like I have to constantly avoid you because like you said, you are my best friend.“

“Are you trying to say ‘the power of friendship is so strong’ that we can get through things like this?” you sarcastically say as you laugh and lean into his arms. He giggles and replies, “That's exactly what I’m saying.” The two of you once again sit in silence. You take in everything from the moment you first saw Soonyoung as a small boy eating dirt in the playground to this exact moment You wonder when everything changed, “When did you realize you loved me, Soon?”

“There isn't an exact moment. I think just over time my love constantly grew for you. I didn't realize it at first and never really wanted to accept it because, well I'm pretty sure it's obvious why,” he responds. You feel the same way. You've always just told yourself it was because of that dance, but you know those feelings have always been there. More importantly, you know you've acted on those feelings before. “Why did you leave me after graduation? After I told you I love you?”

“Because I was stupid and a coward. I got jealous of Joshua, but then I started to think I wasn't as good as him. I wouldn't be good enough like him. I thought I wouldn't be able to make you happy like he would, ” he says honestly. You don't understand how he could ever think he wasn't good enough. You loved everything about the kid, from his weird tiger obsession to his incredible dance skills. “Soonie, you know I never believed you weren't good enough. And to be honest, Shua wasn't the greatest boyfriend. He was an amazing friend, but there's something off about knowing your boyfriend is denying his feelings for someone else”

“I guess that's how Seoyeon felt. It was just seeing you in the arms of a model like him brought up my insecurities I guess. I thought it would be too hard to compete. So I ran away because I didn't want to deal with the feelings, ” he explains still holding you in his arms. You feel how much bigger his arms got over the years and decide to ask him another question, “When did you start working out? Not that I'm complaining, but the last time Cheol asked you to work out with him you called him a loser and told him there's no reason to work out when you have a cute face.”

“Yes, my face is adorable, but I figured I'd just work out because why not. Also, Ji paid for a year's gym membership in China by accident,” he answers while softly laughing. The two of you continue to talk about random things for the next few hours without anyone interrupting you. You hear soft snoring on the other side of the door. Soonyoung quietly opens the door to not wake the sleeping person on the other side. You walk out to see Seungcheol and Wonwoo fast asleep on each other and quickly take a photo before sneaking away. You and Soonyoung decide to leave through the window to avoid questions or stares from anyone else. For the rest of the night, the two of you wonder who knows where and finally you feel happy to be with your best friend for once.

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↣ summary: after not seeing each other for years, Yn is ecstatic when she finds out all of her friends will finally be in the same place at one time. but unfortunately an unwanted dream turns a 12 year friendship into hateful relationship between yn and soonyoung.

↣ pairing: reader x soonyoung.

↣ genre: angst, comedy, youtube au, sm au. friends to enemies to lovers.

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a/n- tbh i don’t really know how i feel abt this chapter. but also i don’t really see myself as a good writer when it comes to like written things like this but i really want to get better because i want to open requests soon when i get the time.

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mayans-sauce · 4 years

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Interstellar: Chapter 1

Pairing: younger! EZ Reyes x Astra Beckett

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: cursing but other than that none.

Summary: Ezekiel and Astra get accepted into the space program. For context: both of them are 27 in this and EZ is more on the skinnier side to begin with.

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Introduction

Chapter 2

⭐️Interstellar Masterlist⭐️

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The Year 2052

Astra burst through the front door of the house, almost screaming at the top of her lungs, “IT CAME! IT CAME! Dad, it finally came.” Her dad got up from where he was working on the kitchen table. “From the academy?” “YES! We need to call EZ.”

Astra pulled out her laptop, calling EZ on a video call. He answered within a second. “I was just about to call. Did you get yours?” She held the big envelope in view. Felipe and Marisol were standing right beside their son, waiting for him to open up the envelope. “Let’s open them up and then read it at the same time,” EZ said. She could see the terrified look on his face; hers must look the same as well. This was the moment of truth, what both had been working towards for years. Tearing it open and pulling the letter out. “Alright, EZ, on three, and then we read it. Ready?” “1, 2, 3.”

Dear Astra Beckett,

The Celestial Academy would like to congratulate you on your place in our space program.

“WE GOT IN!” EZ and Astra exclaimed at the same time. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.” Her dad embraced her hard and tight. A single tear was falling off his face. In the background, it could be heard EZ’s parents congratulating and hugging him as well. “What more does it say?” Felipe asked his son. EZ read the rest of the letter.

We would like to welcome you and your family for a tour of our top-class institution, where you will be getting an introduction to our one of a kind program, our teachers and teaching, our revolutionary technology, the dormitories, and so much more.

We can’t wait to make you a part of our family and spend the next five years with you, making you a one-of-a-kind astronaut.

“We did it, Astra.”

“We did it, Ezekiel.”

Packing a few clothes, some books, space-themed posters and decorations, her telescope her dad got her when she was ten years old and a few other things. She didn’t need a lot with her since this was a new chapter of her life, and she was sure she would buy a lot more stuff in the five years they would be there.

The next day

The next day they were early on their way. The drive to the academy wasn’t a long one. It was just 4 hours from Santo Padre. It was a nice little road trip for all. EZ’s brother Angel tagged along as well, who was also a good friend of Astra, so it was good that Felipe had space for all in his seven-seater car.

The Celestial Academy was like a little city, a city full of nerds and the newest technology in the world. Just getting into the area required special permission, and guards were standing at every campus entrance.

“Holy shit,” Astra and EZ said at the same time as they entered the gates with the car. The buildings stood tall and proud, different holograms showcasing the academy’s various aspects, hovering supply trucks moving from building to building with supplies, and so much more. It was so much to take in, and it would take a long time for them to get used to it all. Felipe parked the car at the visitor’s parking garage.

The walk up to the academy’s main building was short but long at the same time, with the nerves running through both of them. Astra could feel her heart almost jumping out of her chest with how fast it was beating. She grabbed EZ’s hand for comfort. “It’s gonna be fine. We can do this,” he comforted her. She knew she would be able to do this with her best friend by her side. “I know. I’m glad I have you by my side EZ.” He smiled at her, showing that he was grateful that she was here with him as well.

When they entered the building, they were welcomed with a big sign that said “Welcome New Recruits” written on it. They followed the rest of the people into the big speaking room where all the other recruits and their families were seated. The lights dimmed down, and the one and only founder of the academy walked out on stage and started speaking but not before getting a big welcome from everyone.

“Welcome recruits. My name is Damien, founder of this institution, and it is my pleasure to welcome you all here. When I started this program some 30 years ago, I didn’t think that it would turn out to be the best and most desirable space program in the entire world. But in the 30 years we have operated, around 200 individuals have become world-class astronauts with various specialties.” The room burst out in applause. “For the 30 of you that have made it into the program, I congratulate you for the hard work and sacrifice that has made it possible for you to have been accepted. But there is no time for celebrations yet. Not all of you will make it.” The room was dead silent now. “Almost 50% of you will buckle under the immense pressure of the program and leave within the first year. That’s when the real competition begins. Just 6 of you will be picked out for space travel after three years here and start the real training while the rest of you will be guaranteed education and a job at this institution. It’s going to be a hard five years, folks. The rest of the people on this campus, and I wish you good luck.” Damien got sent off with applause and hollering from everyone in the room. “Fuck, that was scary,” EZ whispered to Astra. “We can do this, Ezekiel. I know we can.” Now it was her turn to encourage and comfort him.

There was given some information about what was going to happen throughout the day. Free food, games, and a tour of the facilities was on the plan before eventually, all friends and family needed to leave.

Later in the day

After a fun last day with the family, it was time to say goodbye. Astras' dad tried his best not to cry, but he couldn’t help himself. His little girl was all grown up, and now her real journey would begin. “Dad… don’t cry… it's gonna be fine,” Astra hugged her old man as hard as she could. “I’m just so proud of you, my little star. Your mom would be so proud,” he said as he kissed her forehead. “Stop it, now I’m the one that’s crying.” “Just promise me you'll visit… I’ll be all sad and alone in the big house without you.” She nodded her head at him, “I promise I'll visit as much as I can… I promise, dad.” “Pinky promise?” Holding his pinky out for her to interlock with hers, she gladly did so, “I promise.”

“Come here, Ezekiel. My little astronaut,” Marisol hugged and kissed his cheek repeatedly. EZ loved his mom and the affection she would give him, but now it was kind of embarrassing since there were so many people. “Mom… mom.” “I’m sorry, baby. I’m just so proud of you, and I love you so much.” “I love you too, mom.” He gave her a final hug before he moved on to his dad. “Proud of you, son.” “Thanks, pop.” They gave each other a quick hug.

Last but not least, it was Angel’s turn to say his goodbyes. “Proud of you lil bro, you fucking space nerd.” “Shut up, Angel,” EZ said playfully before giving his big brother a big hug. “Don’t cause any trouble now that I’m not there.” Angel held his hands up in defence, “Hey, can’t promise anything.” EZ just shook his head at him.

Saying the last goodbyes to each other, and then they left, leaving Astra and EZ to watch them walk away. When they were out of sight, he turned towards her and grabbed her hand, “come on, let’s get settled into the dormitory.”

Astra walked into her assigned room and was greeted by the girl she was going to live with. She had already set up most of the stuff on her side of the room. The room was huge and spacious, and it even had a private bathroom. “Hi, I’m Mia, nice to meet you,” she reached out her hand, which Astra gladly accepted, “I’m Astra, it’s nice to meet you, Mia.” “I hope you don’t mind that I took the left side of the room.” “Go ahead, no problem.” They talked and got to know each other as they packed out their things and put them in place. Astra liked Mia a lot, they had a lot in common, and she knew that they would be great friends. “I can’t believe we are here; it’s so surreal,” Mia said as they got done packing out and sat on their beds. “I know, right! I’m afraid that I’ll wake up tomorrow, and it was all a dream,” Astra answered.

Before bed, all the recruits meet up with the teachers to get their plan for the next few upcoming weeks and the whole five-year plan as a whole. EZ was already buddies with his roommate, Mateo, and all 4 of them clicked immediately, already forming a good group and friendship of their own.

Later in the evening

Astra was trying her hardest to fall asleep; it was a big day tomorrow, the first official day ever, but her mind was racing like crazy, and she couldn’t get it to quiet down. She decided to get up and go out to the common room to take her mind off it for a while, sitting down by the window that overlooked the futuristic town. After a few minutes, footsteps could be heard, and she turned around to see who it was. Her frown turned into a smile when she saw him coming towards her.

“Couldn’t sleep?” EZ asked as he sat down beside her. She shook her head no, “my mind won’t shut up.” “Yeah, me neither.” They sat in silence for a few moments before EZ spoke up. “In 5 years, we will be up there,” he pointed towards the sky. “You don’t know that Ezekiel… there are 30 of us, and only 6 make it.” “I know we'll make it. We have each other, Astra, and you are the smartest girl I know. Even if I don’t make it, you will.” “You know I will never go if you aren’t going either.” “I know… but I will force you to go. Even if I have to push you in the spaceship myself.” Astra looked down on the floor, getting shy for a moment, “I know you will, Zeke.”

She started biting her nails, a habit she did when she felt nervous, and EZ knew that, he knew everything about her. “Hey, stop that,” EZ took her hand in his, “it's gonna be fine.” “It’s gonna be fine,” she repeated in a whisper.

They sat like that for a little while longer. Just holding each other’s hand and looking up towards the sky, getting prepared for the next five years of their life.

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bisluthq · 4 years

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Hey! I'm fairly new here and I have a pretty uncommon take on Kaylor. But I just wanna start off by saying I try my best to be as supportive of LGBT people as possible and if they're both bisexual, then I would be 100% okay with that! I'm not trying to "defend their heterosexuality" or anything, I think that's really weird

Okay, so my personal theory is that Kaylor did happen, but that Taylor and Karlie are both straight. I know that might sound contradictory, but I say this based on my own personal experiences based on how I am with my best friend. I think Karlie and Taylor's relationship might have been similar in some ways to ours

Right, so I'm straight and I'm not into women in the gay kind of way (but it's completely cool that some girls are), and I have this roommate who's gorgeous. Really gorgeous, she's like a 10/10 "I would sell my kidney to look like you" kind of girl. She's very attractive, she has like tan skin and long legs and gorgeous brown hair and pretty eyes and nice lips and just like… she's just very good looking. I'm definitely jealous of her body, I won't even pretend I'm not 😪 I lowkey hate her because of it (jk)

We've been living together since not long before COVID started, and we're very good friends. There were three of us before, but our other roommate went back home to stay with her parents until in person classes are back on and we agreed to it and worked something out because she has really bad anxiety so we understood her reasoning for it

Anyway so it's just been us two and because we've been at home a lot during this time instead of out for most of the day like before, we've gotten to know each other a lot better and have become a lot closer. We were already friends from before, but now we're like super close besties, we've been hanging out a lot together and playing board games, watching movies, helping each other with essays, just having long conversations about anything and everything, etc

Like it's been so nice having a best friend that I can be this close to now because I haven't had a best friend since I was a kid

So my friend and I were having like a conversation last year about how hard it's been in quarantine not being able to go on dates and how we miss kissing people, and so we decided to just like, make out for fun you know. I mean, there's not really anything that's inherently romantic or sexual about making out, that's just society that says that. But tbh I think making out with your friends if you want to should be normalized, it's fun and it can even be emotional sometimes. It's not that different from hugging people

After a couple of weeks or so, I think we got bored of just making out with each other and decided to like, fully hook up. It started off because we were modelling lingerie for each other for banter and were pretending we were each other's runway judges and then I think we just decided to hook up with each other as like part of the whole "game". I can't remember who initiated it now, I think it might have been me as a joke lol

Like just in a platonic way for fun, as a kind of substitute until we can go back into society

And tbh I always expected hooking up with a woman to be like mediocre and boring and awkward, but although it was a bit hard to get the hang of at first and there was a learning curve, it's actually very enjoyable. Like I was very surprised actually at how hot it can be, I think I can maybe see why bisexual women and lesbians like doing it

Anyway we both liked it and we just carried on hooking up on the regular and it's been like 8 months now and tbh I just think it's very sweet and heartwarming, like it actually makes me feel a little emotional how we're close enough and care about each other enough that we can even help each other out with the physical intimacy side of things so that we don't get sexually frustrated while we're stuck in lockdown

I just think it's really cool and we even sleep in the same bed most of the time now because tbh what's the point in sleeping alone when you can sleep in the same bed as someone else? It's nicer, like you can cuddle and stuff

Anyway, I think that maybe Kaylor's relationship might have been similar. I think they're both straight but they became really close friends in a short space of time, and that their friendship was so intense that it became physical but in a platonic way

I think lesbians and bisexual women are amazing and I have so much respect for you guys for accepting yourselves in a society that tries to erase you, and I think there definitely needs to be more wlw representation on TV and in movies

But at the same time, I would also like there to be more close female friendships like the one that me and my friend have where you can just talk about everything together and do things that society usually reserves for romantic partners, but in a platonic way. Because female friendship is really important and beautiful, whether that's between straight women like me and my friend who I think is probably straight too, or between queer women because one thing I've learnt during my short time on this blog is how queer women can have very close platonic friendships with other queer women too

I think society just has overly strict ideas of "straight" and "gay". Like for some people, they would hear about two women sleeping together and think "Oh that's gay", but not necessarily because straight women can enjoy sleeping with other women too, like it's normal 🤷‍♀️

I think it's just a result of women being a lot more physically beautiful than men are, like straight women really got the short end of the stick tbh compared to straight men

I also think it's because women are so oversexualized in the media, and obviously straight girls see that too and so we sort of internalize that attraction to women because we're so used to seeing women being presented in a sexual way? Except it's not real attraction with us like how it is for queer girls

Like I'm very much "attracted" to my friend, she's genuinely stunning and just very hot tbh. But I still identify as straight because it's just a case of what I mentioned above, it's a "fake" attraction. And also because men are afraid to compliment other men because it's seen as "gay", but women can be fully confident in their sexuality and still recognize other women's beauty and sex appeal. You see it all the time in instagram comments, and I really love how we're all so supportive of each other like that

Like I can be fully confident in my sexuality and yet still say that some women like my friend are gorgeous as hell and also 100 times better looking than most men I've seen. I'm very much obsessed with some women's appearances but in a platonic way

And I just love the concept of "girl crushes" and I think that from a feminism viewpoint, it's beautiful that we're focusing on other girls and showing love towards other girls too, instead of just to men who, let's be real, don't even fully appreciate it half of the time

I am going to be sad when we all have to return to life as usual and my friend and I won't be able to spend as much time together anymore. I'm dreading it tbh, I don't want it to end yet. And it really sucks that the physical side of our friendship will probably have to stop too once our other roommate comes back because I think she'd definitely misunderstand the situation and think it's something different than it actually is if she ever saw us kissing or something. I really am going to miss it a lot though, I really like how things currently are and it's just really really nice and I don't want it to change :/

Btw I'm sorry if I sounded fetishistic or offensive with any of this, I just get a bit jealous sometimes that you guys get to date girls and we're just stuck with men. Honestly if it wasn't for all of the homophobia and the struggles that you all have to face and the fact that it would feel disrespectful to the LGBT community, I would probably really wish I could change my sexuality to be bisexual or gay instead because I just think women are better. Sometimes I really do wish I was into women in that way because dating girls just sounds so much more appealing to me (in a non fetishizing weird way) but unfortunately I'm stuck with dating men 🤦‍♀️ But I also know I'm lucky and privileged to be straight even though most men are mediocre and kinda gross and I don't mean to be disrespectful because I know you all have to face homophobia and other LGBT difficulties and it really sucks, people are awful. There's nothing wrong with women dating women or men dating men at all, society is just ugly and bigoted

Anyway, does anybody else have a similar sort of take on Kaylor where they think they could have both been straight and just had a very close friendship with a physical side to it? I think it would explain a lot. But like I said, this is just a theory of mine based on my own situation, and I'm also open to the idea that it was an actual relationship and that they're both into women for real, not just fake "into women" like I am.

Also pls feel free to call me out if I accidentally said anything offensive towards LGBT people, I tried my best but if I made a mistake anywhere pls let me know and I'll avoid it next time!

You’re not offensive. Please stop apologizing. And we’re gonna come back to the Kaylor stuff another time because... Honey. You and I need to have a conversation for a bit.

So firstly, I’m not trying to like “diagnose” you and at the end of the day it’s your choice what you want to call yourself but... tbh you might not be straight. Sexuality is fluid not static and exists on a spectrum not in absolutes. It’s not like it’s straight, 50/50 bi, gay and you’re born knowing and there’s no room for anything else. That’s not true. There’s a lot of room in between all of these and labels can change over time. We’re people, not cereal brands, and sometimes we don’t even KNOW the word for what we might be. I’m tagging a tag for you from when we asked people to share their label journeys for you to see. It’s not simple or easy and it’s not just because of external stuff - it’s because figuring this out internally is HARD. If you found yourself having such an intense friendship it became physical, repeatedly, you liked it a lot, you still sleep in the same bed and continue to share all your thoughts and you don’t want any of that to end... I’m not sure you’re Kinsey 0. And I think you might lowkey have a girlfriend dude.

You can obviously prefer men but like... hun I reaaallly don’t think you’re completely straight.

Also: it’s okay to say “I see myself winding up with a man and this is a situationship for right now!” but that doesn’t make you straight because again, sexuality is a spectrum and you can manifest a particular kind of endgame while experiencing other things along the way.

But here’s where you really got me: “most men are mediocre and kinda gross” and “women being a lot more physically beautiful than men are, like straight women really got the short end of the stick tbh compared to straight men” because that’s the kind of thing I used to say in my Bi 1.0 era before I ID’d as a lesbian for a bit and before Harry Styles (KING 🥺) made me bi for real. Hun, no. Straight women like men. Tbh BI women like men. I genuinely, unironically, find Harry and Timmy and Matt Smith to be sexy beasts and I would do dirty things to the former two but maybe not the latter irl in 2021 but yes also him if I could be on that Spain trip with him and Karen where they got sloshed and which I think of often. These men are genuinely fucking beautiful to me in the same way Taylor is and Di Silvers is (okay she’s prettier than all of them but like same ~vibe) and like Megan Thee Stallion is and Indira Varma in everything but especially GOT and Gillian Anderson and Keira Knightley. Like those women are HOT to me and SO. ARE. THE. MEN.

Straight women find SO MANY DUDES hot. So many. Starting from objectively pretty options I just cannot personally understand like Chris Evans all the way through to bitches who are outchea simping for wrestlers and Cole Sprouse. Do I understand? No. But like... that’s straight girl culture and ours is not to judge.

If you’re struggling to find men hot then... you might be gay.

Also, I’m not sure what you mean by “fake attraction”. Like queer women - especially femme women which I assume you very much are - experience the same kinds of feelings straight girls do. We have women we want to be like and look like and find enviable (me and Oenone Forbat) and women we find aesthetically gorgeous (me and Anya Taylor Joy) and we have extremely close female friends who we can spend hours on end spilling our guts to - as you say female friendships are truly special - and without going into personal people that you don’t know, that’s me and Cam and Sim right? I literally talk to them for hours. Like those are not gay feelings. And yes we can chat about those kinds of feelings with straight girls and call them “girl crushes” and not immediately get “caught out” because they experience this exact shit too.

But here’s the thing. They never do and I don’t want in the cases above to fuck these women. It’s not sexual.

The moment I can actually imagine fucking the women in question that’s... gay.

Like it’s not “fake attraction” it’s literally just gay. That’s how we desire women. We want to fuck them. Not all women. Not always. But sometimes we want to get under or on top of one and just really truly fucking make each other moan with pleasure.

I have no idea if Karlie or Taylor are into women. They could both literally be straight. I have no idea.

But I have a better idea about you.

Hun, you’re fucking your roommate/best friend and don’t want to stop.

You’re not “into women”.

You’re into this woman.

And possibly into women more generally.

So I know it’s weird to have to be the one to tell you this, and if you want to keep chatting via anon or in my DMs or if you want me to try collate resources for you from around the web but...

Like.

Dude.

You’re a whole ass part of the rainbow.

Welcome to the community you thought you weren’t a part of earlier today 🌈 ❤️

It’s nice here, sure there’s homophobia, but at least we get to fuck girls and man is it good.

#agony aunat #share your label journey #roommate anon <3

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