#my head hurts skdj

[oogaboogasphincter]

Voltage | Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x f!reader

your favorite toy dies on you at the worst possible moment. frankie compensates - and absolutely obliterates - your woes.

word count/rating/warnings - 3100+ // hurt then comfort, swearing, EXPLICIT 18+ ONLY: masturbation (f), unprotected p in v sex (use protection irl!), oral sex (f (come on it’s the pussy-eating king we’re talking about here) and m receiving), light choking, squirting, anal play (f receiving), sprinkles of a breeding kink, a DISGUSTING amount of pet names, creampie, aftercare

a/n - ahh, this is the first full-length fic i’ve written in a veryyy long time! do i have two requests sitting in my inbox? yes and i send my sincerest apologies to those patiently waiting. but this idea came to me like a premonition skdjs 😭 and it is giving me the confidence to write those two! i hope you enjoy! :)

Acute, harsh tremors pulse on your clit as you hold your vibrator against the swollen bud, wiggling the head of the wand ever so slightly to radiate the stimulation. Legs spread wide and thong pulled to the side, your free hand reaches up and pinches your nipple, sending your head back in a rapt gasp. Visions of your soft, sweet boyfriend pounding into you ruthlessly fill your dazed head, aiding you over the edge of your orgasmic cliff. And just when you're about to scream his name, though he's not at home, the vibrations stutter and then fall dead.

You snap your neck back upright, eyes wide open as you inspect the toy. This cannot be happening.

"No, no, no, no," you whimper as you shake the wand, attempting to rev it back to life for the measly yet crucial thirty seconds you need it for. To no avail, the toy sits silent, unmoving in your hand. You whack it against your palm two more times before you sit up and rub your eyes with the heels of your hands, unceremoniously dropping the disappointment on the bedspread beside you.

You had needed this. Frankie had been gone all day, over at Santi's to help install a back deck - and of course Benny, upon hearing this, invited himself and his cacophonous truck over, knowing Fish had a way with machines and the patience of a mule. With the holidays around the corner, both your biological and adoptive families badgered you with messages and calls of 'When are you coming over?', 'I don't control the weather, find a way to get here, we're all counting on you', 'Oh and by the way make sure to bring a present or three for everyone!'.

Work had ramped up; the collective stress of the forcibly affectionate season was making everyone a grouch; and the dog managed to tear up your flower garden and subsequently stole your lunch break for a bath and half your dinner time for cleaning up the yard. Sitting with your knees to your chest, you can't help the tears that well up in your eyes from your robbed pleasure.

Fleck's nails tapping against the hardwood floor and the creaking of the front door signals your lover's arrival home. You get up and throw on the pair of sweats you had changed into earlier, feeling embarrassed to just sit there naked in your wallowing. Frankie can be heard greeting your puppy, setting his keys down and toeing his boots off before opening the fridge to no doubt grab a drink. You settle yourself on the edge of your shared bed, trying to compose yourself at least a little bit, as Frankie comes in.

"Hey angelface," he blurts out before he can process the sourness of your expression. He immediately sets his water down and comes over to kneel in front of you, looking up at you with concern, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

You can't hold it in anymore. The dam breaks and you let your tears stream down your cheeks, causing Frankie to sit up and pull you into a quick, grounding hug. He drags back and puts his strong, comforting hands on your shoulders, waiting to listen patiently when you're ready. You wipe your dribbling nose with your sweatshirt sleeve and speak shakily, "I-I just had a bad day. Not bad, j-just- stressful."

Those damned puppy dog eyes of his are washed over with devastating sadness, "I'm so sorry, baby. And I'm so sorry that I couldn't be here to help you, I knew I should've waited until the weekend-"

You shake your head, "No, it's okay," cupping his cheek. The prickle of his patchy stubble never fails to calm you down, no matter by how little, no matter how upset you are. You turn to your side, gesturing helplessly at your dead toy and ramble in one breath, "And I knew you'd be tired by the time you got home and I didn't want to make you even more tired so I wanted to just cum and get it over with but then this fucking thing fucking died and-"

You had picked it up, squeezing it with rage, but Frankie places a gentle hand over yours and melts your fingers from their irritated freeze. His other hand comes up to cradle both of yours, rubbing his calloused thumbs over your trembling knuckles, releasing a pressurized huff of fatigue from you. He reaches up to the apple of your cheek and dabs a puddle of tears away with the back of his finger, "Shh, honey, it's okay. I'll make you feel better, I promise."

You glance up at him dejectedly through your waterfall, and he repeats in assurance, "I promise," before moving in to press his soft lips to yours.

They're slightly chapped from his long day of work, with minimal time and lazy effort to keep hydrated. You'll give him a smack on the shoulder for it later. For now, you let his movements soothe you, his mouth waltzing with yours with steadily increasing desire all the while maintaining his trademark gentleness. His hands fall away when you anchor yourself around his neck, only to find your hips upon landing. Those mischievous fingertips slink into your waistband, easily removing your loose fitting pants while maintaining his worship kneel and adoring kiss.

Your bright pink thong catches his eye during an enamored flutter of his lashes, tearing him from your kiss momentarily. The petulant wrinkle between his eyebrows deepens in question and you explain with a tired shrug, "I wanted to feel sexy."

He slides the scrap of fabric off, "You're always sexy," and removes your hoodie before returning to your mouth, his haven, and feeding you his tongue. You accept it with a starved moan, suddenly feeling overcome with emotion. He says it like it's a concrete fact, fast and simple. No condescending disbelief, no dramatized emphatics, not like it's a well-known fact and he's taking pity on you that you're the last one in the world to know it. But rather it's a scientific law that has mountains of evidence to explain it, that it's been tested time and time again with a guaranteed success rate. He's a scientist, driven mad with desire, and you're his favorite phenomena.

He shrugs his dirty coveralls off; though they make him look absolutely adorable, you're buzzing to see him naked. Deeply entranced in his poignant relaxation, you lie back into the bed and run your hungry hands from his neck to his collarbone to his shoulders, biceps and back, retracing your favorite sensuous steps again and again. Covering your body with his delectably broad frame, his hardened, heated cock brushes against your splayed entrance, making you both break apart in a gasp. Seeing evidence that you had pleasured yourself - even though this time it was anticlimactic - never fails to make him hard. You reach down and grab his hips to pull them into yours, telling him that you're ready to take him by rubbing his length through your puffy folds, coating his shaft in your slick.

He groans at this, tucking a jostled piece of hair away from your precious face in awe before leaning down to give you a searing kiss, his tip catching at the tight entrance of your heat. You exchange moans into each other's mouths as he slowly breaches your hole, warmly welcomed by your quivering, plush walls. Although you felt like you'd hollowed yourself out trying to rub away the stresses of the day, he still gives you time to adjust, something you always need because of his impressive girth.

"Fuuuuck," he chokes out. The way the elongated expletive strangles itself out of his throat would've made you laugh any other day, but tonight it cradles your distressed heart in gentle fingers. He begins to move, and with every gratifying push forward and aching pull back of his hips, it feels like he's returning every part of yourself that you lost during this hectic season back to you.

He nuzzles his nose against yours, dots kisses across your forehead and holds you so tight that your pieces have nowhere to fracture. Your shaking hands yank at his hips, eager to catapult yourself to your peak once and for all, "Faster, Frankie."

"Do you trust me, bebita?" he asks, eyes closed, blissfully lost in your sensations.

You respond, "Yes," memorizing his relaxed expression that he only slips into when he's with you.

"Then you'll take what I give you," he strains, his teeth gritting together on the last few syllables. He's restraining himself with brute strength, determined to give you a languorous night of luxury rather than a one-note eruption.

He keeps his slow pace, making your nerves all over itch with impatience. Although you clench his biceps in anticipation, nearly squirming underneath him, you do trust him - you may think you know what you want, but he always knows what you need.

His speed doesn't change, but the depths at which he surges inside you grow ever deeper. It doesn't take long for it to feel like he's grazing your cervix. And with that, a familiar squishy feeling in the pit of your stomach arises. Coupled with his mustache tickling your lip on every thrust and his hot breaths swirling in your open mouth, you're dangerously close to your final destination.

"Please make me cum, Frankie," you whimper against his flushed skin, begging for a better outcome than the last time you were at this altitude.

"You don't have to ask, baby, I got you," he watches, eyes half-lidded trying to stave off his own release, as your face mirrors your body; scrunching up and then sobbing with relief as endorphins drown your nerves. You mewl his name down his throat, your body sparkling with exhilaration. But as he momentarily slips trying to steady himself and his thrusts get quicker, his cock punches that sweet spot inside you that makes you gush. Through your ecstatic haze you seize the opportunity and wedge your hand between your impossibly close bodies, playing with your clit until you scream.

"H-holy fuck," Frankie stutters as he hears what's happening below, leaning back to watch you drizzle over his groin. Overwhelmed tears skip down your cheeks and dampen his hair as he buries his face in your neck. He hisses, his resolve on the brink of collapse but steadfast in prolonging your joy. His grunts from continuing thrusts sound near agony, every primal instinct in his body igniting and shouting at him to stuff your womb full of his cum until it seeps out of you.

He goes until he knows for certain you've begun your comedown, abruptly sliding his cock out of your wet channel. You whine at the loss, your pussy clenching in aftershocks.

So stunned you don't even realize it's happening, he hoists you from he edge to the middle of the bed and climbs on after you, laying on his tummy and holding a quivering thigh in each hand. He takes his time prying you back open, mindful of your body's involuntary response to clamp away from such breathtaking pleasure. Once he's got you spread out, he leans in and takes a drink of your juices directly from the source, moaning at the way his tongue glides over you effortlessly thanks to your copious amounts of slick. He revels in your taste; tangy, fleshy, sweet.

He shares your fluids with you, feeding them to you with his tongue on yours, sighing, "How's it taste?"

"Fucking delicious, " you giggle out. He joins in your chuckles, the skin around his eyes crinkling from his wide smile as he swipes his thick fingers through your folds, plunging two down to the second knuckle in your magnetic heat. He brings his hand back up, offering you his middle while he takes his index. Together you swirl your tongues around his digits, hungrily lapping up your flavor, staring at one another in the close proximity and basking in the debauchery with mutual glimmers of mischief in your eyes.

Drunk on pleasure, you want as much of him inside you as you can manage. So you take his large finger back deep, groaning in happiness at the feeling of something of his being shoved down your throat. A new wave of fervor crashes through your veins and lubrication oozes from your core and coats your inner thighs.

"Oh no, you don't," he smirks and retracts his finger from your trap. His hand slithers to your throat and takes control, confining you to the soft - and sweaty - sheets beneath you. He takes a moment to just look at you: a complete 180 from what you were feeling like a little bit ago. He can't wait to make you smile so much your cheeks hurt tomorrow. And maybe make some other body parts sore too.

"C'mere bebita," he rasps, rolling onto his back and beckoning you to climb on top of him. You gladly follow his call, straddling his lap and molding your bodies together, your cheek pressed firmly against his sternum to hear the harsh thrum of his heart. He encapsulates you in his arms, squeezing you firm to his chest, and plants his feet steady into the mattress. Giggles tumble out of you on butterfly wings as you anticipate the speed and force that he's capable of in this position, triggering a chorus of his own playful chuckles that vibrate your face. With no time left to waste, he enters your swiftly - no pinch of discomfort after your rainfall - and gets straight to reacquainting you flesh.

"Oh, fuck, Frankie!-" you shriek into his neck, dappled with drops of exertion. His answering grunts are born from unbridled passion to deliver pleasure to every square centimeter of your cunt and steeled willpower to keep himself from exploding at any given second. He drives his cock into your pussy severely and at a devastating pace, letting the instinct inside him to breed you rage on. He wants to claim you, to fuck you so often that your plushness sculpts to a shape that only fits him. You constantly remind Frankie that he's the only one for you, forever and always, but it's still fun to demolish the nonexistent competition.

Not long after he begins his onslaught of drilling, you're close to falling into that bottomless valley of carnal eruption again.

"Please, please, please, please," you chant the request to him with heightening strangulation, the ripples of his affectionate passion seizing you from your tightening core outward.

And then he makes you fly with the tip of his finger teasing your asshole. As you come apart, he pushes inside your ass; just barely, but enough to make you bury your face into his shoulder and scream his full name, "Francisco!"

Your squeezing of his finger and massaging pulses to his cock force him to slow down, moaning heartily into your hair while you gyrate your hips against his, juicing every last drop of pleasure from your body's breakdown. When your tensing subsides, you're heaving, your breaths skidding across his collarbone like glittering desert over dunes in a sandstorm. His hands come up to hold it between his palms, gazing up at you with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

You brush through his beard, staring at his pouty lips before lowering to them, "It's your turn, mi nutria."

He smiles against your kiss, "Had to take care of my lady first."

Slipping out from underneath you, he gets to his knees and starts waddling behind your drained frame. With his aching cock bobbing in your face, you can't stop yourself from grasping the hairy base with a trembling arm and latching your mouth to his tip, suckling. He groans loud, painfully. You're only able to get three thorough swirls of your tongue in before he's jerking his hips back. "Not now, bebita. Too c-close," he stammers out, completing his trek around to your ass.

He wraps his hands around your hips, modeling your near-dead weight into the correct form. They then glide up and down your dipped back - his cock rutting in between your cheeks - soothing your twitching muscles to stabilize them for one last fuck. He enters your pussy in one swift motion, tired but eager to deposit his load inside your needy hole.

Plunge after plunge he takes, your cunt swallowing him whole each time. Only a handful of thrusts later he falls over top your back, reaching around to fondle your breasts. You arch further, into his touch when he rolls your nipple between two fingers, pinching it gingerly when he stifles, "'M gonna cum baby."

You contort to brush his sweaty chocolate curls off his forehead, swiping the sweat off of his brow, "Cum for me, Frankie."

He does exactly as you say, halting when he's buried to the hilt, his spine pulling the reins of his hips and grinding them into yours with every jolt of his orgasm. His cum is thick inside you, its warmth radiating from your womb to your stomach, enveloping you both in a final blanket of sleepy heat. Like the last dribbles of his spend squeezing out of his cock, your name on his tongue tapers from hypnotized groans to faint echos in the night.

His weight presses you both flat into the bed, sleep pulling at the corners of your eyes. Chin on your shoulder, he mumbles, "Feeling better, sweetheart?"

Using every bit of strength you have left, you huff out from under his heavy, lax muscles, "Abso-fucking-lutely."

His laughs lift him off your back, but not before pressing a kiss to your shoulder, then he ghosts into the bathroom. He returns with a damp washcloth, cleaning up your mess, his mess. It feels nice - he had taken the time to let the water warm up before soaking the cloth. You reach a hand out, patting his thick thigh in gratitude, "I'll take care of you tomorrow."

Keeping his languid swipes through your folds, his forehead wrinkles with incredulousness, "What do you mean? You're already taking care of me."

That makes your heart sing and eyes shine. Impatient to laze with you, he chucks the rag into the laundry bin in the corner of the room and flops on your back, the sound of your sweaty skins smacking causing you both to giggle. He swathes you both in the damp top sheet; you know he'll sneak away from your grasp in the night to retrieve some fresh blankets once you've both cooled down and dried off. Nuzzling into your neck, he kisses you randomly, murmuring against your skin, "Get some rest, angelface. Santi and Benny gave me the day off tomorrow, I'll be here in the morning."

"Yay," you cheer weakly, not from lack of enthusiasm but rather blatant exhaustion. Frankie loved you so hard you'll be satiated for a while, through tomorrow if the temptation of him being close by wasn't a compounding factor. But that won't stop him from getting a midnight snack under the sheets.

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[deonideatta]

It's not peak brain hours for me rn, so I'm going to write everything about the sunah-mjh conspiracy and what it implies (or at least how I understand it) out to organise it in my head. Pls correct me if I've gotten anything wrong or missed anything

So all in all the goal was to plant ga on as a spy/weakness using isaac's face as an in. At first I thought that mjh had been the one to steer ga on towards being a judge, and I still think that's possible, but I don't think he approached ga on solely with the intent to use him tho. Based on his face at the graduation it seems he already knew her before that. She probably approached him and offered him a position as chief justice in exchange for manipulating ga on. (Also, what's his deal resigning then? What does he really want out of all of this?). I don't think he took care of ga on after his parents died solely for that reason tho, bc i think he's established as a friend of ga on's father, which is how they came to know each other.

Ga on would then be used to attack yohan in the future. On a basic level that meant feeding information back to mjh/acquiring evidence of yohan's shady dealings so they could take him down. Along the line yohan and ga on kinda grew attached to each other, which threw off the plan bc now ga on wasn't willing to betray yohan for mjh. However on a deeper level ga on was meant to serve as a weakness for yohan, emotionally, which was made more possible by them getting closer.

Mjh then uses soo hyun to plant doubts in ga on's mind surrounding the church fire. Then, they kill off soo hyun, and mjh uses soo hyun's death and the church fire to plant suspiscion. Yohan pushes ga on off the edge in the end with the death penalty thing, and mjh takes the opportunity to collect the returns on his investment, talking ga on into outing the court as fake. So in the end ga on's attachment to yohan ends up being beneficial to sunah-mjh, bc it drives him to reveal the truth so he can stop yohan from going too far.

It seems like things are over for yohan, but then it turns out the public still supports him, to the point of wanting to make him president. Deciding to go in for the kill, sun ah-mjh trick ga on into thinking yohan did the church fire and killed soo hyun, prompting the stabbing. Now it seems sun ah did this for the added emotional blow, bc she could have just framed yohan and left it at that. Rather she chooses to target what's closest to him, the two people he cares about most. And we reach the tragic conclusion.

Now, what does this mean for ga on's character? We know that at least his friendship with soo hyun came about free from sun ah's plans. It predated his relationship with mjh, so at least we can assume that his interactions with soo hyun were genuine, and her advice to him was as well, though it may have been influenced by mjh. We know that Ga on becoming yohan's associate judge was not a coincidence, but it's not clear if ga on going to the kang mansion was intended by sunahmjh, bc though we know that the foundation planted the bomb it would be a bit of a gamble to assume it would lead to yohan taking ga on to his house. Either way the closeness achieved there and the drive to help yohan and elijah and feel sympathy for them are all things ga on did on his own

As for ga on choosing to side with yohan over mjh. I don't think this was in the plan, bc obviously if ga on changes sides he'll stop leaking info to mjh. So we can assume that that was ga on's decision, influenced of course by yohan. Funny how we all analysed the ways that yohan manipulated ga on while the real manipulation was coming from mjh lol. Then again, while it might not serve mjh's agenda (whatever that is, we actually don't know) it also serves sun ah's agenda in that it makes ga on more of a weakness to yohan, as he grows fonder of him.

I also dont think sunah-mjh accounted for ga on's dark side. Yohan drew that out, and used it to convince ga on of his way of doing things. It seems mjh did put a lot of effort into making ga on the poster boy of 'righteousness', so that he would remain at odds with yohan, so obviously it doesn't work in his favour to have ga on secretly have a dark side that relates to yohan. Additionally, there's no way mjh or sun ah played a role in ga on's parents' death (or is there..? Mjh has been mentioned to be a friend of ga on's father. hmmm), so whatever effects that had on him (I.e. his thirst for revenge) would have been out of their control.

It seems though that when ga on went to yohan's side, they simply changed the plan to account for it. Sow seeds of doubt via soo hyun, then kill soo hyun and make it look like yohan did it. And then yohan himself inadvertently helped by busting out the whole death penalty. In the end it worked out even better for them, bc ga on gained a lot more insider knowledge by going to yohan's side, and again, his concern for yohan also spurred him into action in order to stop yohan from crossing a line he couldn't uncross, the only way that seemed available.

And then when the situation seems to be turning in yohan's favour, they decide to deliver the final blow, both to him and to ga on. It's devastating to yohan because it targets the two people he cares about most, and threatens to reveal the secret he has sacrificed so much to keep, for elijah's sake. And it's devastating to ga on because suddenly it puts his whole life into question, and he's suddenly faced with the realization that a lot of what he's done had been carefully laid out for him in advance, that a lot of his life has been a tool in someone's big plan. And in the process he has lost all the things he had that were real: his relationships with soo hyun, yohan and elijah. Imagine the weight of realising that all the choices you agonised over, that you made because you believed you were doing the right thing, turn out to be the result of careful manipulation from someone you trusted like a parental figure, and that all the things that could have stopped the force behind that figure have been destroyed because of you and those choices.

Overall it's a very insidious and downright evil plan, especially because it hinged a lot on taking advantage of a young man lost in the wake of tragic events in order to steer his life in a direction meant to serve your sick and twisted goals. And then continuing to do so until your plans bear fruition, then shattering his whole world and moving on. All for the purpose of mentally tormenting some guy who wasn't nice to you when you were a maid that stole things from his house

My only issue with all this is how sun ah knew yohan was going to do all the things he was going to do so far in advance that she could plan ga on's career path accordingly? You could argue sun ah planted ga on purely based on her obsession with yohan, not necessarily expecting him to wage war on the elites. She may have then seen the benefit of ga on as a weakness of yohan's when the fight started and played up that aspect of the plan. Or she set up the live court for the express purpose of having yohan and ga on meet? Not clear on this, if anyone has any thoughts help a sister out.

We'll probably get more info in the finale, and I'll update this post if I think of anything new

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

(little meow meow tango anon) You have a point, and that's what I thought as well, but if you search up the phrase 'I want to mock you' on Tango's twitter, you get a reply to GenerikB from 2014 where he says that he got his first computer 30 years ago. 37yrs now. If he was in his mid-40s, say 45, i think that'd make him a little too young to purchase or even use a pc. I'm aware this is weird and also stalkerish behavior but im engrossed in the fact that this man may be literally crumbling into bones and dust as we speak /j

ok first of all "little meow meow tango anon" is your name now sorry i dont make the rules (/j)

second, i would say 8 years old isnt THAT unusual an age for a kid to get his first computer but in the 1980s? google says computers became popular in the 1980s so it's not outside the realm of possibility for an under-10-year-old American kid to get one

but even if he is 50+ that doesnt make him an old man skdj my parents are both 54 and they're perfectly fine. considering he's fit and active (he does hockey) i think we dont have to worry about him crumbling away LMAO

but tbh i try not to think about hermit ages too much it just hurts my head haha

[saintobio]

first of all good morning/nigth idk hhehehe✨✨✨ I really don't think this ask is as important like all the theories an so, but how do you feel when you're writing? i mean I feel a rollercoaster of emotions while reading all your works, and idk if it is as intense for you!!hehehe, also do you need to set like an 🌈 atmosphere 🌈 or you just write whenever you feel like to? you're so talented I just don't understand how you can make me feel and think so many things behind a screen, is shocking!!! I hope you're taking care of yourself, remember you always come first<33

thank you baby!! honestly, i’m so immune to angst that i only feel a split second of pain when i write heart breaking scenes haha. it usually depends on the brainrot i have too ie. that gojo oneshot i was blushing the whole time i was writing it—i usually have more intense emotions when i write fluff but i somehow still end up writing angst bc the pain hurts better in my head as compared to when i’m writing it :))

i do set an atmosphere!! i usually write at night with the led lights on skdjs and then i prefer absolute silence when i’m writing bc i just write better that way + the voices in my head are clearer when there’s not too much background noise

[gusu-emilu]

hi i’m so sorry for bothering i just wanted i finished your fic the other day and wanted to share my thoughts (( i don’t have an ao3 acc to comment )) ,, it was your recent fic ningxian ( i hope i said their ship name right i’m sorry fhdj ) it was lovely and i cant get it + the scenes out of my head ahh

i had been meaning to read it sooner i’m sorry thankfully a friend sent me the fic recommending it to me which reminded me it was in my to read list gah i’m really sorry , anyways —-

i’m pretty sure i saw you tag it hurt comfort and i was like eh doubt it’ll actually hurt me it’s these two and oh boy was i VERY wrong haha 😭😭 ( i say this w love btw )

just the comment of did he die / truly begin to lose himself when he brought wen ning back or when he held wxx down during the core transfer like fffff that hurt and just ,,,,,,,,,,,,,, how their sessions started out as something for wen ning and as it goes on it’s healing for them both in a way and wxx struggling to be open and communicate his own needs n wants.. the loneliness slowly consuming his mental state much like the resentful energy :’)))) fuck

the whole like idea of heartbeat duty has me 😖💞💞 and screaming in my pillow it’s so soft and lovely and just hshdbdjdkdk yes and just them having that moment of quiet where they csn focus on senses w one another blocking out everything else ,, like that it sorru i’m terrible w explaining my thoughts - just it calms them both ,, settles the racing thoughts and worries about everything else going on it’s just them the warmth and wxx’s heartbeat keeping them steady in those moments

idk i jsut can’t get he scene of them holding one another outside on the rock / dirt the evening sky filled w like bright pink n blues out on the horizon makes me vv emotional and i love it so much

anyways —- thank you for dealing w my rambles i’m sorry for going on for so long skdj ,, i hope you are well and taking care <33

i really appreciate you sending your thoughts. i was very surprised when i got this. i've been holding onto the message so long because it's so sweet 😭 i'm sorry the fic managed to do it's job and deliver on some of the hurt, but also not sorry lol. and yeah i have so many feelings about these two during their time in the burial mounds...it's really the small things that can steady them...and aaa i'm glad you liked the imagery!

thank you so so much! i hope you're doing well too 💕

[soflsms]

hey sweaties , its ya  boi  skinny penis  chloe  :-)  under  the  cut  are  a  bunch  of  wcs  i  want  filled  asap  rocky  so  !!  give  this  a  like  &  ill  come  pester  you  or  its  easier  for  the  BOTH  of  us  if  u  come  msg  me  if  you  see  something  u  like  :-)  I'm  going  to  sleep  now  bc  im  #dying  from  this  dumb  a$$  #polisci  paper  #prayforchloe

SONG-BASED

come  out  &  play  !!  this  person  acts  as  a  good  influence  to  sofie  .  they’re  level - headed  &  very  grounding  ,  & sofie  doesn’t  let  it  show  but  they’re  really  important  to  her  .  this  is  the  Softest  billie  song  (  prob  bc  it  was  for  an  ad skdj )  &  they  inspired  it  bc  it’s  how  she  feels  when  shes with  them  .  they  encourage  her  to  be  all  that  she  can  be   &  they  believe  in  her  ,  &  they’re  prob  the  one  person  sofie  trusts  the  most  which  is  SAYING  something !!

* LOVELY  !!  -  i  need  a  male  voice  for  khalid’s  part  in  lovely  bc  i  need  this  song  in  my  life  bc  its  a  whole  ass   sofie  mood  ok  .

* WHEN  THE  PARTY’S  OVER  !! - these  two have  been  hooking  up  for  a  while  no  strings  attached  but  recently  feelings  have  been  caught  !!&  now  they  still  hook  up  quite  often  but  sofie’s  kinda  harboring  feelings &  pretending  all  is  well  but  she  rly  hopes  they’ll  just  stay  the  night  from  time  to  time  ,  &  gets  secretly  heartbroken  when  she  sees  them  flirting  or  leaving  with  someone  else  . they  can  also  have  feelings  if  u  want  that  angst :~) TAKEN

*** ilomilo  !!  okokok  so  !! sof  &  this  person  were  dating  when  they  were  still  kinda  up &  coming  &  it  was  all  good  at  the  start  but  once  they  started  gaining  more  fame  she  noticed  them  becoming  more  distant  and  infatuated  with  the  spotlight  &  a  listers  .  &  she  acted  like  it  was  all  good  for  a  while  ,  just  smiling  through  it  but  would  go  home  early  from  events  alone  &  stuff  &  feel  lonelier  than  ever  when  she  was  with  them  but  their  mind  was  on  other  celebs  or  their  public  image  or  smth  .  eventually they  just  kinda  mutually broke  up  bc  they  both  realized  they  weren’t  in  love  anymore  &  she  def  still holds  a grudge  towards  them  even  if  they  agreed  they’d  be  friends  after  the  break up  . (  lyrics: remember not to get too close to stars they're never gonna give you love like ours. where did you go? i should know, but it's cold and i don't wanna be lonely so tell me you’ll come home , even if its just a lie  )

*** MY BOY ( HIGH SCHOOL BF ) !! - ok  tea  this  song  is  the  one  that  broke  her  into  the  industry  .  she  produced  it  all  herself  &  just  relased  it  to  her  soundcloud  thinking  it  wouldn’t  rly  go  anyway  but  !!  joke’s  on  yung sofie  .  essentially  he  thought  the  relationship  was  going  well  ,  she’d  met  his  family  &  they  rly  liked  her  but  !! sof  was  feeling  kinda  smothered  &  told  herself  he  was  lying &  cheating  on  her  n  shit  so  she  wrote  a  song  about  it  !! &  once  it  was  starting  to  get  attention  he  was  like  ….. uhhh  what  the  fuck  & she  was  like  haha  sorry  !! so  they  broke  up  &  ever  since  its  been  animosity ,  but  she  realizes  she  fucked  up  but  it  launched  her  career  so  she  doesn’t  know  whether  to  keep  up  the  idgaf  i  hurt  you  or  apologize  .  

***mutual  dislike  /  COPYCAT  !!  self - explanatory  ,  sofie  thinks  this  person  is  copying  her  in  everything  she  does  &  thinks  its  annoying  af  so  she  wrote  a  song  abt  it  &  hopes  they  indirectly  get  the  message  even  if  she  drops  not  so  subtle  hints  .  skfldjh  itd  be  messy  pls !!

*** 8 !! - someone  who  kinda  reluctantly  got  into  a  relationship  with  sofie  out  of  maybe  a  desire  to  save  her  from  herself  ?? like  u  know  that  good  girl  bad  boy  trope  where  the  girl  tries  to  save  the  boy  from  whatever  he’s  struggling  with  ? that’s  them  but  the  roles  are  just  reversed  -  good  guy  ,  bad  girl  .  it  was  kinda  just  filled  w  her  being  self - destructive  &  confiding  in  him  but  not  rly  reciprocating  the  care  so  he  became  kinda  distant  bc  of  it  .  tbh  she  prob  knew  he  was  too  good  for  her  but  had  a sliver  of  hope  he  wouldn’t  leave  her  even  tho  eventually  she  became  too  much  for  him  . (  lyrics : you said, “don’t treat me badly”, but you said it so sadly, so I did the best I could, not thinkin’ you would have left me gladly. i know you’re not sorry, why should you be? 'cause who am I to be in love, when your love never is for me?” ) TAKEN

FRIENDSHIP

the  paris  to  her  nicole  !! -  ok  i  f*cking  hate  that  i  said  this  but  she’s  nicole  richie  its  true  !! she  needs  a  messy  gal  pal  exactly  like  how  paris  &  nicole  are  i  stan  them  (  X  ,  X  ,  X  ) TAKEN

* roommate  !!  -  bc  of  her  abandonment  issues  she  rly  doesn’t  like  living  alone  so  prob  is  the  roomie  who  will  sleep  in  their  bed  from  time  to  time  bc  she  doesn’t  like  being  totally  alone  .  TAKEN

party  buddies  !! -  someone  who  encourages  sofies  wild  ways  .  when  the  two  get  together  its  usually  to  get  drunk  or  high  &  thats  the  way  they  like  it  .  sofie  doesn’t  feel  judged  by  them  as  she  does  by  others  who  don’t  get  obliterated  at  every  social  event  (  what  an  idea  !!  )  so  she  rly  values  them  ,  even  if  she  doesn’t  express  it

good influence  !! this  person  can  tell  that  her  beahvior  is  unhealthy  &  are  trying  to  gently  nudge  her  abt  it  .  she  can  tell  what  they’re  doing  but  her  addict  brain  is  telling  her  its  invasive  & threatening  so  shes  not  the  fondest  of  this  person  ,  but  deep  down  she  really  appreciates  them

girl squad  !!  cmon  cmon  everyone  loves  a  girl  squad  !!  sofie  rly  isn’t  the  biggest  stereotypical  girly  type  so  she’d  prob  complain  about  shopping  for  hours  or  putting  false  eyelashes  on  but  she  really  adores  and  values  the  group  .  inspo  :  X  ,  X  ,  X  ,  X  ,  X

fwb  !!  -  sofie  is  pretty  transparent  when  it  comes  to  what  she  wants  &  she’s  got  a  bad  habit  of  replacing  dealing  with  problems  with  getting  laid !! like  u  know  in  movies  when  the  man  opens  his  wallet  and  a  row  of  like  20  pictures  of  different  women  fall  out  ??  that’s  sof’s  aesthetic  .  she’s  got  a  bunch  of  fwb  of  all  genders  so  bring  me  some  pls

music buddies !!  these  two  are  both  in  the  music  industry  &  rather  than  it  being  competitive  ,  they’ve  developed  a  friendship  from  it  & enjoy  working  together  .  

* someone  sofie  ghostwrites  for  !! for  whatever  reason  ,  this  muse  doesn’t  write  their  own  songs  & instead  pays  sofie  to  write  them  for  them  .  she  doesn’t  love  it  but  its  a  way  to  make  money  & give  away  songs  she  doesn’t  feel  attached  to  but  are  worth  something  .  maybe  its  tense  bc  they  claim  the  songs  as  their  own  &  sofie  doesn’t  like  it  ,  this  could  be  ~escandolo~  later  !!

friends  from  high  school  !! -  people  sof  stayed  with  in  the  summer  bc  she  wasn’t  going  home  to  brazil  .  

friends  from  music  school  !!  -  she  def  felt  like  an  outsider  among  the  music  prodigies  at  this  school  ,  &  maybe  this  person  was  one  of  the  ppl  she  actually  connected  with  .

EX WHATEVAS

* ex - friends  !!  ok  pls  i  have  this  hc  where  sofie  got  way  too  high  one  night  &  slept  with  this  person’s  dad  or  sibling  or  smth !! u  know  that  line  in  ‘ bad guy ’  where  she  goes  ‘ might  seduce  your  dad  type  ? ’  ya  that’s  got  sofie  written  ALL  over  it !!   &  now  they’re  not  friends  bc  sofie  can’t  keep  it  in  her  pants  but  both  sides  kinda  misses  the  other  but  are  too  stubborn  to  say  anything  :~(

exes from college / high school  !!  - ok  honestly  i  just  love  all  the  exes  plots  .  gimme  someone  who  like  maybe  they  were  hooking  up  (  she’s  from  nyc  )  &  decided  to  give  it  a  shot  dating  &  it  worked  for  a  while  but  ultimately  fell  apart  bc  of  sof’s  inability  to  open  up  .  maybe  there's  still  tension  or  maybe  theyre  friends  now  !!