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maybeimamuppet · 3 years

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day 11: getting the christmas tree

day 11! wowowow!!! sorry for the late upload but i was previously occupied with becoming a christmas tree myself.

anyway!! what a shock, their ages are actually important!! cady is 20 and janis is 21.

enjoy!!

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“God, there’s so many,” Cady says anxiously, clinging to Janis’ hand as they go to pick out their Christmas tree.

“Yeah. But we’ll pick the perfect one,” Janis replies. “What are you doing?”

“Smells good,” Cady says, continuing to sniff the air. “I wanna go this way, these are pretty.”

“Cads, no,” Janis says. “Those are Colorado blues, they’re sharp.”

“Really?” Cady asks. She reaches out to feel a branch. “Owie.”

“I told you,” Janis chuckles. “This way, come on. These ones are less sharp.”

“Whoa,” Cady says. “How do you even get trees this tall?”

“I dunno,” Janis shrugs. “Plant them and leave them for a few years, I guess.”

“They’re all so pretty,” Cady sighs happily. “You match.”

Janis squeaks in embarrassment and looks at the ground. Her blush is hot enough to instantly melt any little snowflakes landing on her cheeks. Cady laughs and pulls her into a hug, kissing the tip of her nose.

“You’re too easy to fluster,” she giggles. “You’re so cute. My precious little punk.”

“Stop it,” Janis whines, turning her head away from her girlfriend. Cady takes the opportunity to kiss her cheek.

“Mm, no, I don’t think I will, thank you,” Cady says. “I know you secretly love it. And you need to know how important you are to me. How much I love you.”

“I do love it, but it makes my brain stop functioning correctly, and I can’t deal with that in public,” Janis says, still refusing to look at Cady.

Cady laughs again and kisses her cheeks again, trying to coax her to look. “Okay, I won’t tease you anymore. Until we get home. I do need you to be functional enough to drive.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Janis says sarcastically. “Pick your tree, you little dork.”

“It’s our tree,” Cady pouts. “You have to help.”

“I have to?” Janis chuckles. “Okay, well, we don’t have twenty foot ceilings, for a start, so let’s go to the shorter ones.”

Cady shrieks in surprise as Janis hauls her onto her back piggyback style and sets off. She nuzzles in and kisses Janis’ neck, warmed by her scarf. “But I want a big one.”

“That’s well and good, but none of these will even fit into our front door,” Janis replies.

“Oh.”

“The little ones will look bigger by comparison once we get it in, you’ll see. And we don’t have enough ornaments to fill these, anyway,” Janis says. Cady starts swinging her legs contently and humming a little tune into Janis’ ear.

“Okay. But we have to get the most perfect tree. It’s our first Christmas we get to spend together together, it has to be beautiful,” she says.

“I’m sure whatever we pick will be perfect for us,” Janis replies, squealing at the ticklish kisses Cady peppers around her ear.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” Janis hums. “But I’m gonna drop you if you keep that up.”

“Oops,” Cady giggles. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, just know that you’re gonna be in the snow before too much longer if you keep tickling me,” Janis chuckles.

“Fine, I’ll stop,” Cady sighs jokingly. “For now.”

“I’ll take it.”

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Janis lets Cady haul her around by the hand to all the different trees to find their perfect one. Janis spends more time looking at her girlfriend than trying to pick a tree, staring at her delighted smiles and the twinkle in her eye as Cady looks with an almost childlike wonder at the winter wonderland around them.

“Aww,” Cady says upon seeing the last one in the row they’re strolling down. Janis looks to see the single ugliest tree she’s ever seen. The tree from the Charlie Brown movie wouldn’t even hold a candle to it.

The tree has a strange bald patch near the top and a sort of lopsided-ness to it. It’s only about five feet tall at the most, even Cady has it beat, and it’s weirdly skinny. The branches are nowhere near even, there’s already an ugly brown patch, and it seems to be permanently tipped to the side like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. At least it smells good.

“Uhm…” Janis says. “It’s… nice.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” Cady says. She tugs gently on one of the branches to assess it and stares at it as it simply snaps off into her hand. “This is the ugliest tree.”

“But you want it?”

“Yeah,” Cady says quietly. “Nobody else is gonna buy it, I feel bad for it. We can give it a makeover.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Janis hums. “If you really want this one we can get it. We’ll make it beautiful.”

Cady nods. “Yeah. I want this one.”

“Okay,” Janis chuckles, coming up behind Cady and kissing her cheek. “Anything for my girl.”

“You can’t say stuff like that in public.” Cady shudders happily.

“Noted,” Janis laughs again, kissing her neck.

“How…how do we get the tree?” Cady asks, turning her head to look at her.

“Cut it down.”

“With what?”

“An axe.”

“Do we have one?”

“Son of a bitch,” Janis groans. “I knew we were forgetting something. Wait here, I’ll go rent one.”

“I can’t come?” Cady pouts.

“I don’t want to lose this tree we’ve chosen,” Janis explains. “I’ll be fast.”

“Okay,” Cady sighs. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Janis hums, kissing Cady soundly before she turns around and heads back towards the entrance. Cady sits down and plays a game on her phone while she waits.

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Janis returns dragging an axe and a large saw behind her. She’d make a good fit in a haunted house like that as well.

“Here we go,” she pants, dropping the heavy tools at her feet.

“Okay,” Cady says. “How do we do it?”

“Hell if I know. I’ve never even touched an axe,” Janis says. “I think you just kinda… do it.”

“Okay,” Cady says again. “Be my guest.”

Janis shrugs and grabs the axe. Cady stands well away as Janis gives a grunt and solid swing at the tree. The axe simply bounces off and recoils into the tree next to it. “Ouch.”

“Be careful,” Cady says anxiously. “Try the saw.”

Janis shrugs again and changes tools. “Alrighty.”

She takes the saw to the base of the tree and moves it back and forth. She repeats the motion for several minutes and makes close to no progress.

“No dice.”

“Why do they let you rent these tools if they don’t work?” Cady asks.

“I don’t know,” Janis sighs, flopping spread eagle backwards into the snow to cool off after her exertion.

“Would Damian know how to do it? He’s… male,” Cady asks.

“Ha,” Janis chuckles. “He doesn’t know shit about tools. But he has done this before, he might know.”

Cady pulls out his phone and brings up Damian’s contact. He picks up after just a few rings, and Cady switches to speakerphone. “Hi D.”

“Hi Cads,” Damian greets. “What’s up? I thought you guys were getting the tree today.”

“About that,” Cady says. “Janis and I can’t figure out how to cut it down.”

“Do you have an axe?”

“And a saw. We tried both but we can’t get it right,” Cady says.

“Have you guys seen me? Why the hell would I know how to use that stuff?” Damian laughs.

“Because you’ve done this before!” Janis yells from her spot on the ground.

“I’m surprised you admitted defeat so soon, Janjan,” Damian says. “Seriously though, I have no idea. My mom did it every time and I was too busy admiring the snow or whatever to watch her do it.”

“Ugh. Thanks anyway, Dame. See you at home,” Cady says.

“Sorry guys. Bye,” Damian replies. Cady ends the call and sighs.

“What now?” Janis sighs. Cady lies down next to her and cuddles in. “Accept our fate?”

“I guess,” Cady chuckles. She kisses Janis’ cheek and takes a moment to think. Janis screams as she suddenly sits bolt upright and starts calling someone else. “My dad is in town for work! He knows all this stuff.”

“Oh good,” Janis says. Cady’s dad terrifies her, but he’s nice enough. He’s certainly their best bet here.

“Hey, binti!” a booming voice calls through Cady’s speakers. Janis jolts so violently it scares away a nearby squirrel.

“Hi, Daddy,” Cady greets. “Um…”

“What’s up?”

“Janis and I are trying to get our Christmas tree and we can’t figure out how to cut it down,” Cady says. They hear a sort of scuffling sound and some muffled laughter.

“Send me the address of the place and where you are, I’ll be right there,” her dad says, still chuckling faintly.

“Okay. Stop laughing, it’s not funny,” Cady pouts.

“It is pretty funny, Cads,” Janis chuckles.

“Hi, Janis, how are you?” Cady’s father asks.

“Defeated,” Janis groans into the phone mic. Cady’s dad laughs again.

“I’ll be there soon, hold tight. Love you, binti.”

“Love you too.”

“And now we wait,” Janis sighs. Cady grins as her girlfriend scoots to rest her head on her lap and starts stroking through her dark hair. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“No, I love you more.”

“That’s not possible, Jay,” Cady chuckles. “Because I love you most.”

“I love you moster.” Janis retaliates childishly, pouting and crossing her arms over her chest. Cady laughs and kisses her forehead.

“Oh really?” she hums. Janis nods. “Well… I love you to infinity.”

“I love you to infinity and… um… a cow.”

“A cow?” Cady laughs. Janis nods.

“Cows are big.”

“That they are,” Cady agrees. “Infinity and a cow. I think I can live with that.”

“Good. I win.” Janis says.

“I didn’t say that,” Cady replies.

“I did. Kiss me.”

“Okay, okay. Bossy,” Cady giggles.

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Cady’s dad walks up with his own tools after about half an hour, peeking at them upside down as they cuddle for warmth in the snow. “Well, no wonder the tree isn’t getting cut down.”

“We tried!” Cady defends. “And then we gave up.”

“I can see that,” her dad chuckles. “Alright, up and at ‘em. Dad to the rescue.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” Cady says.

“Why are you thanking me? It’s not done yet. Come here. Chop chop, so to speak,” her dad continues. “Hands out.”

“Wait, what?”

“I didn’t say I’d do it for you, I said I’d help.”

“But-“

“You carried a loaded gun every day from the time you were six years old, you can handle an axe,” her dad hums. “Now, hands out. Hold tight.”

“Okay,” Cady says anxiously. Something about the sight of her girlfriend holding an axe is making Janis feel… something, that should not be discussed with a parent present.

Cady’s dad guides her a few paces away and heads over to the tree. He pauses and looks it up and down a couple times before turning to look at them. Janis points to Cady, who shrugs.

“It looked sad, I felt bad for it,” she defends sheepishly.

“You’ve always been like that,” her dad chuckles affectionately. “Now get ready to take an axe to it.

“Okay,” Cady says nervously. Her dad points to a part on the trunk and gives her the all clear. He lets Janis use him as a human shield as Cady gives a guttural grunt and swings with all her might. “I hit it!”

“Yep. Now do it again, try to hit about the same spot,” her dad says with a proud grin. Cady winds up and goes again, making another solid hit. She’s winding up again when her dad makes a ‘stop!’ noise, so she freezes with the axe in mid-air. “Put it down for a sec.”

Cady listens, bringing the axe back down and carefully resting it at her feet. Her dad heads to inspect the trunk of the tree.

“Alright, now try to hit down here, but at an angle,” he instructs, pointing about an inch up. “Going down slightly.”

“Okay,” Cady says. Janis hides behind Mr. Heron again as Cady goes at it and somehow manages to get it almost right.

“Beautiful. Alright, now for the saw. Janis, your turn,” Cady’s dad says once she’s got a few good swings in.

“What?”

“I’m teaching both of you, come on,” Mr. Heron says. Janis awkwardly picks up the saw he brought and shuffles up. Cady giggles into her hand as her dad kindly shows Janis where to rest the saw, how much pressure to apply, and what motions to try to see which work best for her. It’s cute, watching her family interact in a way they usually don’t. “See how Cady cut this notch out? Rest it right in the junction there and go for it. Watch for fingers… yeah, nicely done.”

Janis is a bit tense as Cady’s dad gently guides her hand where it needs to be and occasionally adjusts her stance so she won’t hurt herself with the motions. But he leaves her to do it mostly herself, once she’s got the motions down, and their little tree is falling to the ground with a dull thump before too long.

“And there you have it!” Cady’s dad says. “Proud of you, ladies.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” Cady chuckles. “Now what?”

“Now you take it up front and they’ll even out the base for you, and pack it up so you can get it home,” Cady’s dad says. “Have fun with that. Love you, binti, love you Janis. I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow night.”

“You’re not gonna help us?” Cady yells after him.

“Nope! That’s for you to figure out!”

Janis laughs as Cady crosses her arms over her chest and pouts. “He said he’d help us.”

“He did,” Janis says. “We would’ve been stuck here forever if he hadn’t helped with that. We cut it down well enough, I’m sure we can get it to the front ourselves too.”

“Stinker,” Cady huffs, still glaring in the direction her father went. “How do we do this?”

“I dunno. I’m a lesbian, not a lumberjack,” Janis shrugs.

“I thought there was some overlap there,” Cady laughs.

“There can be. I’m just in a different part of the venn diagram.”

“Ah,” Cady giggles. She stares at the tree for a second before launching an attack, trying to grab the end. She’s quickly foiled by the needles poking into her hands. “Ow.”

“Put your gloves on,” Janis says. “That’ll help a bit.”

Cady does, pulling her mittens out of her pocket and tugging them back onto her hands. The warmth is nice, and does prevent some of the pokes when she goes for the tree again.

“Now what?”

“Um…” Janis hums, looking at their tree. It’s bent a bit now as Cady has the top about even with her knees, but the bottom is still on the ground. Janis goes down to the trunk and picks it up. With their efforts combined, it’s finally off the ground. “This is something.”

“Yeah, but we can’t move like this,” Cady says.

“Hold on. I’m gonna count to three, and then we both lift it to our shoulders at the same time,” Janis says. Cady nods. “One… two… three.”

Cady gives a little ‘hup!’ as she tosses the tree in the air and catches it even with her shoulder this time. Janis does the same and narrowly avoids being concussed by the trunk.

“We did it!” Cady says happily. Janis shoves some pokey branches out of the way to smile at her.

“That we did. You steady?”

“Yep.”

“Alrighty then,” Janis says. She turns around and adjusts her grip slightly. The end of the tree suddenly feels much heavier. She turns her head to see Cady now dangling from her end, trying to hold on as her feet are a few inches off the ground. “Caddy, what?”

“You’re taller than me! You need to be nearer to your end!” Cady says. Janis shuffles forward a bit to hold closer to the base of the trunk. Cady breathes a sigh of relief as her boots finally make contact with the snow again. “There. Now we can go.”

It feels oddly reminiscent of some sort of cartoon as they start the trek to the checkout. Cady has to jump from time to time to keep hold of the top of the tree and splutters every time a branch shifts and pokes her in the face. Janis is in charge of keeping them going the right way and holding a majority of the weight.

Miraculously, they make it in one piece and drop the tree in front of the counter. The checkout people laugh a bit as they give each other a high five.

“Well done. But for future reference, we have carts for this.”

“Son of a bitch!” Janis yells.

“And to all a good night,” Cady giggles.

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hope you enjoyed!! see you tomorrow!

#cadnis #paint by numbers #space safari #cady heron x janis sarkisian #cady x janis #cady heron #janis sarkisian #damian hubbard #mean girls #mean girls musical #mean girls broadway #mean girls the musical #mean girls on broadway #cadvent

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pianoperson · 5 years

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What’s your m o s t favorite thing about Jonah? Go into as much detail and fangirling as you want my guy

Ai, this is so hard snsjdjrjdjrjrjjr

I answered this question before and my answer then was about how Jonah has this perfect image but he still is human, but I kinda wrote that like how I write an essay in quizzes so I’m gonna answer that question again, but do it better.

Also, I don’t have “a” most favorite thing because I have more than one. 😂😂😂

1) H i s e x p r e s s i v e n e s s

God, take me away with those beautiful expressions that light up the whole world. I said this in another post before, but I love seeing how expressive people are. There is poetry in it that makes me feel more than what words can do.

So someone who is really expressive gets my heart. I’m gonna be in love with every small detail their face can make and memorize the tiniest wrinkle that creates such stunning expressions. Ok, that lowkey sounds creepy, but my eyes can’t help but admire.

And with Jonah, who is someone who tries to hide his emotions but ends up letting them slip?? God, I’m gonna drown in those golden eyes that shine with passion, let my heart cry at the sight of his twitching fake smile and crestfallen eyes, lose my ability to function when he smiles.

In conclusion, local midget loses ability to function because of Jonah and his expressions

2) His skill in battle

YO I’M??? SO WEAK??? WHEN HE FIGHTS??? WHEN HE PROTECTS YOU???

And hE IS SO BADASS WHEN HE DOES????

I love scenes where we get to see him fight because wowowow badass alert badass alert

Like in parts 16 and 19, when he fought the disciples and soldiers, he’s so strong like damn

Oh yeah, and part 25 yo he freaking scared Amon with his glare and damn what a queen 😩👌 and he managed to fight off every damn Disciple who was hypnotized AND DEFEATED THEM AND AMON

A N D L E T ‘ S N O T F O R G E T H I S E V E N T S T O R I E S

Like Clash in Cradle, Hold Me Tight, Never Let You Go, his latest birthday event, basically events where we see him fight and/or protect you

I’m gonna forget I’m in danger, I’m just gonna drool at how hot he is with that anger in his eyes and with those skills of his

Sweep me off my feet with that badassery, my Queen.

3) Musician Jonah

I... think I screamed enough during the anniversary about this. 😂😂😂😂

I wish Cybird gives us more scenes of Jonah singing and/or playing instruments. It warms my heart when he does sing and play an instrument for you.

You know his new year card? When he played the koto? Dude, I went crazy when I found out he was playing an instrument bECAUSE FINALLY CYBIRD MADE A CARD OF HIM PLAYING AN INSTRUMENT

Oh boy would I go insane if they give me Jonah playing piano. I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised. Have you seen his fingers? He has pianist hands right there.

4) Smilesmilesmile

Ugh, I can’t get enough of how much he wants you to smile.

Boi was tasked to seduce Alice so she can willingly join the Red Army, but come the first date, that mission ended up becoming second priority. You know what he decided to prioritize?

Making you smile

And he is super intent on making you smile

Like in part 8, on the second date, when you guys go to the cafe to eat some desserts, he comments something that goes along the lines of “you’re only smiling because you’re eating some pancakes” because you’re just stuffing your face with pancakes. He sounded a little defeated when a bunch of pancakes can make you smile but not him, and the date idea was YOURS so like welp F for Jonah

And in part 9, when you two were walking out of the forest in the rain

HE LOOKED SO HAPPY BECAUSE YOU FINALLY SMILED THIS GENUINE BIG SMILE AT HIM AND IT’S SO FREAKING CUTE AT HOW HE IS JUST SO HAPPY SEEING YOU SMILE AT HIM LIKE THIS WAS THE ONE THING HE WANTED IN THE WORLD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

whjsjsjjsjd ok I screamed enough yes I’m super sorry this was late but ahshdhhshsj this was so hard to write HAHHAHAH

#ikerev #jonah clemence #ikemen revolution #ask

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grapesodatozier · 5 years

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can you post more smutty madwheeler hcs?

hell ya i can i just cant proofread them lmao so sorry for any typos or tense changes. anywho get your sub!mike hats on folks!!

okay so to set the scene for these hcs… mikes a whole dumbass

like hes school smart and everything but hes just,, so dumb

hes going into his senior year of college and he’s never eaten anyone out

hes given blowjobs, but he realizes he’s only ever had sex with people with dicks

and basically he starts having an early onset midlife crisis bc hes mike wheeler so of course he does

he knows that he wants to eat someone out at some point, like he’s not in a rush to actually do so, but he doesn’t want to be bad at it once he actually gets around to it, so he feels rushed to learn

this is the dumbass part bc he should realize you can’t really be “good” at sex bc everyones different

but he succumbs to the social pressure/college myths and such, and he kinda starts to panic about it bc mike wheeler does not like not knowing how to do things

so he goes to his closest friend on campus for help

he met max his freshman year, and while they both thought the other hated them at first they ended up being great friends

and max has seen mike at his peak dumbass, so he’s only kind of embarrassed when he asks her if she can teach him how to eat pussy

he thinks it’s a great plan bc not only does max have a pussy, but mike knows for a fact that she’s gone down on people with pussies plenty of times

and he’s expecting her to laugh, and sure, maybe say no, but he’s not expecting her to choke on her drink, he’s not expecting her cheeks to turn pink like that

“what?” she rasps once she catches her breath and clears her throat

mike shrugs, but he feels a lot less sure now. “i just don’t know how to, and i know you do, and i figured i could maybe practice on you while you teach me”

max’s eyebrows shoot up, and she shakes her head with a small laugh. “you’re a dumbass, you know that, right?”

and that helps mike relax, bc that sounds like max

“okay yeah i get it,” he grins, “it was dumb. i guess it’ll just have to happen when it happens”

“wait, no, i’ll do it” max rushes to say “it’s dumb, but yeah, i’ll help you”

“really?”

“how can i resist you admitting there’s something i’m better at than you?”

mike gives her a challenging smirk. “not for long”

and max laughs at that, but then it goes kind of quiet bc like… they’re sitting on the couch in her otherwise empty apartment as they speak… and they both kind of realize at the same time that there’s no reason to not start right then, and now mike isn’t quite so sure that he actually thought this through bc wow he really didn’t consider the potential consequences of this, especially bc he’s just recently been beginning to realize that he really likes max, like maybe more than a friend, but he’s still in the denial stage but that doesn’t stop his heart from racing at the thought of touching her, kissing her…

fucking her

suddenly his skin his burning all over

and hes all like “so… when do you wanna… like should we now? how should we-”

and max just cuts him off with a fond “god, you’re so fucking dumb” and a grin before swinging one of her legs over his hips and settling herself in his lap

you know that meme about being attracted exclusively to idiots? max

and before mike knows it, his hands are on max’s waist, and they feel really nice there

and her hands are in his hair and she’s kissing him, and it’s all kinds of wild to be kissing his best friend but it also makes him realize “oh shit ive been wanting this for a while huh”

theme: dumbass

and honestly, things come way more naturally than he was expecting

that is, until he realizes how far his hands have slid up her sides, so much closer to her chest than he intended

and that panic starts rising again, his heart racing, and he just sort of keeps his hands still there, then begins inching them slightly closer to her breasts

eventually she begins kissing down his neck and teases him a bit like “so are you gonna touch my tits or what?”

and mike is very happy to have permission

soon their shirts come off and they’re stumbling to max’s room

and suddenly they’re both in her bed in nothing but their underwear, and mike cant help but realize how beautiful she is, how happy she makes him, how she makes him feel all warm and giddy

but also as she unclasps her bra and tosses it aside, she makes him really fucking hard, so he focuses on that, bc that’s a lot less complicated

her tits looks so soft, and her nipples are the prettiest rosy pink color he’s ever seen

he’s nervous as he kisses down her chest, but the sounds she makes when he runs the tip of his tongue lightly, experimentally over her sensitive skin encourages him

and god, sucking her into his mouth for the first time is like a religious experience

meanwhile max is having a similar crisis/epiphany

bc like, mikes always been cute, but now his dark eyelashes are fanned across his pink, freckled cheeks, and his hairs a little messy from her fingers running through it, and he’s sucking on her tits like he was born for it, and she’s kind of overwhelmed by how much she’s enjoying this, how good it feels, and especially by how fucking beautiful he looks

she runs her hands over his skin, and it’s so soft and warm

and his back is curved so nicely…

god, this was a mistake, she can’t only do this once, now that she’s seen him like this she wants to see him like this all the fucking time, she can already feel how desperately she’ll be longing for it once it’s over

but for now she enjoys it, tells him to be gentler or go harder, tells him how to swirl his tongue over her tits, just barely touching her, which has her getting wetter and wetter

at one point she grabs his hair and bucks her hips up into his, and they’re both still for a second before mike kisses her again, even more desperately than before

and max doesn’t need to teach him anything about this; the way he sucks her lower lip between his teeth and teases his tongue over her own has her steadily rocking her hips, rubbing herself against his thigh

mike nearly comes right then and there when max moans his name

he takes it as a cue to kiss down her stomach

and he fucking looks up at her for permission with his hands so gently on her hips before taking her panties off and wowowow her heart is doing all kinds of flips

and mike doesn’t know what he’s expecting to feel when max spreads her legs, but what he ends up feeling is just pure awe

like he sees the fucking light lmao

and max thinks he’s just so fucking cute but also like she’s fucking desperate to feel his tongue on her

and some sort of electricity sparks through both of them once his mouth is on her, and she guides him through it, stroking his hair all the while

honestly… she kinda gets off on telling him what to do

like she has to tell herself to calm down lmao bc like the prettiest fucking guy has his head between her thighs and keeps looking up at her and he fucking wants her to order him around like that’s lowkey the point of this so she has to be like “okay chillchillchill don’t start domming him rn that’s not the goal here”

little does she know mike likes it too

like every time she pulls his hair to guide him up or down or harder or softer he can’t help but grind against the mattress bc he is so fucking into that

eventually she tells him to slide a finger into her, and she’d noticed before how long his fingers are, but wow they reach so fucking deep and she was not prepared for that

she tells him to add another, and wow that feels so fucking good, and he curls his fingers just the way she tells him to, and she knows she’s not gonna last very long

and shes moaning and rambling like “fuck, fuck, yes, just like that, don’t stop, fuck don’t fucking stop”

when she comes, she comes hard, her thighs wrapping around mike’s head

and it’s super intense but tbh she’s kind of into that

when she opens her eyes mike is all starry eyed, and his lips are all swollen and the entire bottom half of his face is glistening and this motherfucker has the audacity to look at her with his stupid sparkly brown eyes while she’s still fucking catching her breath and ask “was that good?”

max just pulls him into a kiss and strokes his hair

she also needs to get her mouth on his cock

he happily helps her get his boxers off, and neither of them mention that this was just supposed to be about him learning how to eat pussy

max is not ready for the realization that mike is genuinely a solid 8 or 9 inches

like she actually goes “what the fuck your cock is fucking huge”

and mike b l u s h e s at that, and max’s mouth is on him in like 0.2 seconds

the second he moans max knows that sounds gonna be on loop in her head for at least the next few days

he comes super quickly, and his o-face is the hottest thing max has ever seen

mikes embarrassed, but the way max swallows him down is so fucking hot, and she kisses him all over after he comes

somehow they silently agree to cuddle for a bit before showering together

they order pizza, and things seem normal but they both lie wide awake that night once they’re alone in their own beds

neither of them can stop thinking about it

they do it again a few days later

and mike looks so fucking gorgeous and hes all like “does that feel good?” and max can’t help but let him know how bad she wants to sit on his face

mike is SO down

she grips his hair and rides his tongue hard until she’s coming on top of him

…and then they keep going until she comes two more times

later that week mike feels kind of weird when he buys condoms on a whim, but it turns out to be a good thing, bc the third time they hook up max can’t help but tell him in the hottest voice he’s ever heard how badly she wants his cock inside of her

and tbh, while she’s wet as fuck for him, it takes a while of opening her up for her to be ready to take his cock

it’s so worth it once he’s inside of her tho

she guides him through fucking her, but they both kind of know he doesn’t really need it, this is coming so naturally to both of them

so it quickly turns into her more telling him what to do just because they both find it super hot

“fuck, baby, fuck me harder, fuck yes, just like that, that’s it baby, fuck it’s so good you’re such a good boy for me”

the phrase “good boy” rings in both of their ears and makes mike come immediately

“so… you’re into that then?”

“uh, yeah. you?”

“fuck yes.”

they never realized how sexually compatible they would be

like they both come at least three times the first time max is on top, they’re v v into all the same stuff (and each other)

then eventually they get their shit together and realize they’re in love!! so then they get to sprinkle “i love you"s throughout their dirty talk!! and they cuddle and kiss all the time!! it’s so great!!

okay thank you for coming to my dom!max/sub!mike ted talk lol

#madwheeler #notsfw

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Chaos Theory Part 12

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader, Draco Malfoy x Reader, Harry Potter x Reader

Warnings: Explicit mention of drug abuse, making out (?), horror themes, swearing

Word Count: 5600

A/N: Wow. I really can’t believe I posted this so quickly. I had it done in less than one day and now it’s ready for you and I’ve already started writing the next chapter for Young gods and holy shit wowowow. Thank the new meds. Now, this is starting to get dark my dudes I’m warning you now it may get a lil creepy. well, creepy to me anyway and i'm a dumb bitch so it might not be as creepy as it is in my head but anyway. just a warning. TW: Drug abuse and make out sesh but nothing explicit. The main one here would be the drug use bit. I don't endorse drug abuse AT ALL, but I do sympathise with drug addicts or addicts in general.

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Chapter 12:

Draco Malfoy has a staring problem.

You can feel his prickly ice-blue eyes pinned on you, stalking you with a borderline dangerous gaze that screams ‘see me’ in what is simultaneously a shattering roar and a shivering whisper. On its own, it rankles unnervingly, obnoxiously, like everything else he does. But you don’t let it grate you, because it’s Malfoy, and knowing him, he’s probably planning all the ways he can kill you with a plastic fork.

Right now, you don’t want to think about Malfoy or his penetrative stare or what it means. And you don’t, because Cedric Diggory is the only thing you see, the only thing you want to see, the only thing you need to see.

His cheeks are flushed a soft, pink hue and his smile lights up the sun, radiant, warm, a benevolent curve of his lips. His eyes remain fixed on you, they have been for the entire night, and they’re bright, shimmering, dazzling. You could get drunk off the cerulean rivers in his eyes.

The Weird Sisters finish their fifth song of the evening, and you and Cedric break apart for the first time since hitting the dance floor, panting and grinning.

“I’ll go get some drinks,” Cedric winks, planting a tender kiss to your cheek.

Sighing happily, you practically float across the floor to the fringes of the dance floor, grinning goofily as you wait for Cedric to bring you your drink.

Aside from Draco’s sleazy, lingering eyes, you’ve actually had a wonderful night. Dinner was delicious and enjoyable; The champions and their dates sat at a large, round table and you were seated between Cedric and Hermione and opposite Harry. You, Hermione, Cedric and Victor had a very intriguing conversation about the differences between Hogwarts and Durmstrang. The best part of the conversation, though, had been when Cedric casually draped an arm across the back of your seat and shuffled closer.

“Arden,” a cold voice drawls from behind you, breaking through your thoughts with all the brute strength of a sledgehammer.

Anger sears the cushion of your veins, not unlike sunburn, as you bite the inside of your cheek and turn, immediately regretting it.

Malfoy is standing just behind you, eyes still staring hungrily at you, through you, like the sharp tip of a hot poker piercing through your muscle and skin.

“You do know it’s rude to stare,” you snap, scathingly, “I could feel your eyes on me all night. It’s creepy and you should stop.”

Draco’s nostrils flare.

“Contrary to what your tiny, self-centred mind may believe, you are not the centre of the universe,” he barks, and then smooths down the front of his robes, grappling for his composure. Sighing through his nose, he straightens, “I wasn’t staring at you.”

You roll your eyes, already wishing this conversation was over, wishing it never began.

“Whatever you have to say, just hurry up and say it,” you snip, trying to compose yourself.

Draco fixes his emerald green tie, squaring his shoulders, “I just wanted to say that – that you look...tolerable... I mean, I barely find you tolerable in the first place but-but what I’m saying is-you’re not a – a complete eyesore...tonight.”

Momentarily speechless, all you can do is glare at Draco as he splutters awkwardly through an attempt at a compliment, not quite meeting your eyes. You dig sharp nails into the fabric of your dress when you realise he’s finished and work your jaw.

“You marched all the way over here and wasted three minutes of our lives to give me a back-handed compliment?”

Draco pauses, expression neutral, “Yes.”

“Wow,” you scoff, harsh and venomous and stinging the back of your throat, “You really are the most arrogant, narcissistic asshole I have ever met.”

With a final, nasty glare, you spin around on the sharp point of your heel and stomp away from him, already trying to squeeze the entire conversation into the furthermost corners of your memory, when he suddenly blurts your name, like he hadn’t mean’t to. You freeze as his footsteps click across the floor, approaching you quickly, and then his voice is in your ear.

“Your fathers here,” he murmurs, his breath hot and heavy on your shoulder, “He just arrived a few minutes ago.”

You work your jaw, crossing your arms over your chest, “Where is he?”

“Just outside, in the Entrance Hall.”

Unfolding your arms, you begin to stalk away from Malfoy before some invisible force forces you to stop.

“Thanks,” you mutter over your shoulder and, without turning to see his reaction, you leave him behind, his breath still ghosting across your skin.

Well, that was odd.

You mutter soft apologies as you pass loitering students, heading toward the Entrance Hall. But before you can even reach them, your father strides past the threshold, eyes wandering around the Great Hall in a mingled sense of regret and reminisce. His gaze finally falls on you and his expression shifts to one of awe and pride and a sharp dash of a grin slices across his lips at the sight of you.

“(Y/N),” he greets and a small smile tugs playfully at the corners of your lips, “Wow...You look exactly like your mother...Beautiful.”

You grin, “What are you doing here?”

Your father brandishes a large piece of parchment and his legendary, eagle-feather quill. You give an understanding ‘ah’ and nod.

“Work never sleeps,” he explains, flashing a grin, “And neither do I.”

“But why not send another journalist like Kaitlyn or Aaron?” You ask, curiously, “Why does the Editor and Chief of the Daily Prophet have to come to the Yule Ball?”

Your father’s eyes twinkle, “I wanted to see you.”

“(Y/N)?” You hear Cedric's voice somewhere behind you and turn, beaming at him.

Cedric holds two large mugs of butterbeer in his hands as he approaches, suddenly looking both nervous and intrigued. He hands one to you and offers the other to your father. You swallow your laughter, a teasing smile tickling your lips.

“Papa, this is Cedric,” you begin, gesturing to Cedric, “Cedric, this is my Papa, Adrien Arden.”

Your father's sharp eyes narrow shrewdly on Cedric, studying carefully, micro-managing and cataloguing mannerisms, judging and determining with all his carefully honed problem-solving skills. Unlike most men, however, Cedric doesn’t wither beneath the intimidating stare of your father. Instead, Cedric extends his hand, offering a firm handshake.

They shake hands, and - strangely - it doesn’t feel as awkward as you imagined this kind of thing would be.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir,” Cedric smiles politely, and your father arches a brow, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Good things, I hope?” Your father retorts.

“Of course,” Cedric says, smoothly, “They’re the only things I care about.”

“Good answer,” your father commends, flashing his signature smirk, “I see my daughters chosen well.”

Your cheeks feel hot and itchy as a blush prickles beneath your skin, “Papa...”

“I’m just saying,” your father chortles, “I’m a pretty good judge of character and I can tell Cedric is...one of the good ones.”

“You flatter me,” Cedric grins, bashfully.

“It wasn’t a compliment,” your father remarks, eyes glinting like he’s enjoying this verbal spar with a boy who is unfamiliar with his ways, “Just an honest observation.”

As Cedric and your father continue their conversation, you spot Hermione, Ron and Harry at a nearby table and excuse yourself, a skip in your step as you approach them.

“Don’t call him Vicky!” Hermione snaps, shrilly, springing from her seat and storming off, just as you arrive.

You shoot Ron a cold glare and Ron gives a derisive scoff that sears the back of his throat.

“What did you say?” You ask, slowly, and Ron folds his arms across his chest mulishly.

“You’re no better than she is,” Ron snarls, viciously, “Running off with Cedric Diggory and siding with the competition.”

You bunch your fingers up into white-knuckled fists at your side, nails digging into your palms.

“I can’t believe you, Ronald,” you growl, “You should know better than anyone that neither of us would betray Harry like that! You’re being just as petty as Malfoy right now and that’s saying something!”

With that, you wheel around and follow Hermione, blood boiling. You really can’t believe Ron right now. Whatever it was that had wiggled beneath his skin did not have to be reflected on you and Hermione, and you were certainly not going to let it ruin such a beautiful evening.

Cedric's eyes follow you as you pass him, lingering longingly on your back as you exit the Great Hall, scanning the Entrance Hall. Lovestruck couples tuck themselves against the corners of the Hall, coated in shadows as they giggle and kiss. You cringe, pacing past them and entering the courtyard.

“Hermione?” You call out, voice slicing through the still, cold air.

“She went that way,” an apathetic, masculine voice utters.

You nibble on your bottom lip, recognising the voice immediately as you turn to face him and glance in the direction he’s pointing in.

“Thanks, Noah,” you flash an awkward, appreciative smile, “Why aren’t you at the Ball?”

“You really asking me that question, Arden?” Noah scoffs, black eyes glinting in the darkness. His thumb slides across the battery pack of his camera as he leans casually against the wall. Beside him, a large raven cocks her head at you, scrutinising you with a dark, beady gaze.

You raise your chin, straightening your spine, “It’s a reasonable question.”

Noah gives another indignant scoff, “Look at me, Arden. Do I look like the type of person to go to the wizard equivalent of a school dance?”

You sweep an appraising look over Noah’s tall, thin frame. He’s still wearing his oversized Aviators jacket over the top of his black v-neck and the same pair of ripped, black jeans. His signature black beanie is pulled snugly over the black curls of his thick hair, making you wonder if he had been born wearing it.

“You might surprise yourself,” you say, finally, shuddering against a cool burst of winter air.

Noah barks a sharp, mirthless laugh, “Nothing can surprise me anymore, Arden.”

You huff a disbelieving laugh, “Alright, well, don’t let me interrupt your little ‘I’m-too-aesthetically-punk-for-fun’ act.”

Noah pushes himself off the wall and his bird squawks a complaint.

“Sorry, Nyx,” He murmurs, fishing a small piece of bread from his pocket and popping it into her beak. She swallows it appreciatively.

“So, this is your pet bird,” you jut your chin at his Raven, whose head swivels around to you at the sound of your voice as though you had rudely interrupted something very important.

“Yeah,” Noah snips, shortly, “I found her when she was a chick. Her mother pushed her out of the nest and left her to die. I took her in and she’s been loyal to me ever since.”

You approach her gingerly, “You named her Nyx, right? After the Greek goddess of the night?”

Noah gives you that almost-sideways glance, the one that is as intriguing as it is unnerving, “She named herself, (Y/N).”

You frown at Noah, confused by how a bird could name herself, but decide against commenting on it.

“She’s pretty protective,” you smirk, thinking back to the glorious moment she attacked Malfoy, “You should have seen the way she clawed Malfoy’s face when he touched your book bag.”

Noah’s smirk flickers across his lips, “I did.”

“What?” You blurt, your brows furrowed in confusion, “But you weren’t there?”

“I was,” Noah grins, eyes glittering, “You just couldn’t see me.”

You give him a questioning look and Noah sighs, “Malfoy’s been stalking me for months, asking questions and shoving me around a little, going through my things, doing whatever it is that Malfoy does to make up for his general lack of competence...”

(You snort a laugh at that, grinning as you imagine Ron and Harry’s reaction to Noah’s snide remark)

“...So I used a little trick on him to throw him off the tracks, mess around with him for a bit. I never expected Nyx to attack him, though.”

Nyx gives a shrill warble and Noah strokes her feathers. You reach out to mimic him but Noah grips your hand and shakes his head.

“Oh,” you gasp, shocked by the sudden warmth of Noah’s hand.

“She doesn’t like anyone but me patting her,” he warns, eyes like silky pools of black ink.

“Okay,” you breathe, faintly, “You can let go of my hand now.”

Noah quickly releases your hand and your fingers instinctively reach for your bracelet, fiddling with Harry’s pendant. Clearing your throat, you iron the front of your dress with your palms.

“I’d better go find Hermione,” you say, quickly, “Make sure she’s okay. Ron has a way of upsetting her.”

Noah nods, not meeting your eyes as he speaks in a soft whisper, a gentle breath nearly lost to the winter breeze.

“Well, we all have things that find a way to get under our skin.”

Deciding not to answer him, you give a wordless nod and leave, shaking off the strange feeling Noah’s words had given you.

We all have things that find a way to get under our skin

What a strange thing to say, you muse, brows creased in thought, but you decide not to dive head first into the psychological workings of Noah Underwood’s paradoxical mind. You could spend a lifetime trying to figure him out and realise by the end of it that you haven’t learnt anything about him.

Instead, you shrug your outer cloak around your shoulders, blocking out the cold as you mince through the courtyard, ignoring the eerie feeling in your gut. After five minutes of brisk pacing, you finally find Hermione, sitting on the steps overlooking the snow-capped grounds and Hagrid’s Hut.

Your heels snap out a sharp staccato as you approach her, slowly, hesitantly, unsure if she’s ready to talk.

“Hermione?” You ask, softly, and Hermione sniffs, glancing at you over her shoulder.

“Hey,” She croaks, voice raspy and sad.

“Hey,” you parrot back, tucking your dress beneath you as you take a seat beside her, “Feeling better?”

Hermione shrugs, “I guess. I’m just so sick of Ron trying to ruin everything I try to do.”

You rest a warm hand on hers as you gaze out onto the landscape, taking in the moonlit scenery.

“He doesn’t actively try to ruin it,” you murmur after a brief pause, “He’s just got a bad temper, especially when he’s jealous.”

Hermione sighs, “Well he wouldn’t be if he had just...asked me.”

You hum in agreement, “I think the boys would be in a better spot if they just listened to us in the first place.”

“We should just ditch them and move into Hagrid’s Hut,” Hermione sniffles, thoughtfully.

You chortle, resting your head on Hermione’s shoulder and gently squeezing her hand, “Like we ditched Cedric and Victor?”

Hermione laughs, “Oh my gosh, we did ditch them, didn’t we?”

“They’ll live,” you murmur, nuzzling into your best friend. She giggles, resting her head on yours.

“I love being your best friend,” she says, the smile on her lips curving her words.

“Likewise,” you mutter in agreement, closing your eyes, “By the way, I saw Noah on the way here.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. We had our first conversation in - like - two months.”

“Huh,” Hermione says in slight surprise, “Well, I guess he didn’t find it necessary to talk to you, given that you called off the investigation.”

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, “Yeah. I guess...”

A contented silence lapses between the two of you as you sit on the stone steps, listening to the distant thump of music and chatter. Just ahead of you, you spot several figures ambling around in the snow, chasing each other and laughing jovially.

“Is that Luke?” Hermione asks, frowning as she squints at the closest figure, who has a lazy arm slung across a smaller figure.

As though hearing Hermione, the figure nearby whirls around and you realise that it is, in fact, Luke.

“Oh, hey guys!” He waves buoyantly as he steers a giggling Fleur toward the two of you, voice booming across the grounds. Fleur bursts into a fit of hysterical laughter when Luke trips, staggering comically.

“What the-?” You begin as Luke and Fleur come to a stop just in front of you, “Luke, are you drunk?”

“He’s more zan just drunk,” says a husky voice from somewhere beside you.

Kaz Volkov emerges from the thick shadows, moonlight combing through his dirty-blond hair and bouncing off his steel-cold eyes, pale and lean and sharp and the same kind of beautiful that Tom Riddle had been once, a very long time ago.

Kaz is wearing no outer cloak or dress robes. Instead, he’s wearing a white dress shirt, tucked into black pants and sleeves rolled up to the elbows, exposing the rippling veins of his forearms. The top three buttons are undone, teasing a glimpse at the chiselled chest beneath it. The black waistcoat buttoned up over the top of it restores a businesslike look to him. You briefly wonder how he isn’t cold, but realise that maybe he’s enjoying it.

“Pay attention to his eyes,” Kaz drawls, stepping closer to you in one long-legged stride.

You spring to your feet, taking a surreptitious step away from him, trying not to let on the fact that Kazimir Volkov is casually wrecking just about every last iron clad, Gryffindor-worthy nerve in your being.

“He’s high,” Hermione states, and you drag your gaze away from Kaz and back to Luke, who is now spilling lazy kisses along Fleur’s neck, down to her collarbone. She gives a throaty moan and tugs him closer.

Kaz clicks his tongue, “Higher zan Mt Olympus itself.”

You frown, biting down hard on the tip of your tongue, “Luke!”

Luke reluctantly tears himself away from Fleur and sighs, staring at you.

That’s when you see it.

The look you had seen earlier, the one that had made his pupils look like inky pools of obsidian, has now leaked into the white of his eyes, coating his eyes completely in a shade of ominous, otherworldly, paranormal black. Small flecks of gold and silver float within the depths of those terrifyingly black eyes, and you realise with a sudden shock why it looks so familiar.

“Nyx’s blood,” you hear yourself murmur, “S-Snape said it was an illegal narcotic,” you turn to Kaz, shooting him an accusing glare, “You gave it to him. I saw you!”

Kaz chortles huskily, “Zere’s nothing wrong vith supplying people vith medicine zey need.”

“But it’s not medicine, is it?” Hermione snaps, hotly, “It’s drugs, and it’s illegal.”

Kaz scoffs condescendingly, “Luke vas in pain, I gave him something to help, and now he’s happy.”

“What do you mean he was ‘in pain’?” You ask, glancing at Luke in concern. Luke’s gone back to kissing Fleur, his arms hooked around her waist as she wraps her arms around his neck. Your heart sinks horribly, stomach curling in on itself.

“You have no idea, do you?” Kaz says, his voice rippling with a fleeting hint of wonder and disdain, “What Luke has been through, what Luke is going through?”

You blink rapidly, swallowing your discomfort, trying not to fidget with your bracelet too obviously, “You don’t have to tell me what Luke has been through, I know what he’s gone through.”

“Vell, zen, you should understand,” Kaz points out, “More zan anyone-”

A soft thump cuts Kaz off and you swivel around to where Luke has Fleur pinned against the wall. You and Hermione exchange a grimace. Kaz chortles amused.

“One of perks of Nyx’s blood is zat it tricks brain into releasing double the amount of oxytocin and endorphins,” Kaz explains, eyes glittering “Meaning your orgasms are guaranteed to be stronger, longer, better, regardless of how experienced your partner is.”

He takes a deliberate step forward, “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you (Y/N)? You’re still a virgin, I can tell. And I like virgins. They’re like sugar cubes; sweet and pure until they dissolve into a sugary mess on my tongue.”

A disgusted noise issues from the back of Hermione's throat as your expression twists into a cringe. You step back from him, bumping into Hermione. Kaz laughs.

“It’s just for tonight,” Kaz says in low laugh, “He’s not addicted. Just searching for something to heighten entire experience. I’m taking kare of zem all, making sure zey don’t get up to too much trouble. See, zey make you feel invincible. Zey make you feel like young gods.”

“-Woah,” you hear Luke mutter and you turn just as he stumbles backwards. And then, you witness one of the strangest, most terrifying things you’ve ever seen.

Long, thick strands of molasses-like tears stream down Luke’s face as he stares at something ahead of him, rolling down his cheeks, over his jaw, down his neck, staining his skin black. You gasp, throwing a panicked look at Kaz, who raises a reassuring hand.

“What’s happening?” Hermione asks, shrilly.

“He’s peaking,” Kaz explains, casually, “It’s just body’s response to drug. Ze black tears vill stop vithin few minutes, but he’ll ride high for the rest of the night, possibly into next morning.”

Fleur sighs, her cheeks stained with black as she begins her peak. You realise that Luke must have done this last night, which was why he was so...happy...this morning.

You point a razor-sharp glare at Kaz, ignoring Luke and Fleur’s soft moans of ecstasy.

“Listen, Kazimir,” you growl, storming forward and mustering every ounce of courage you can find, “You make sure you look after my brother. And don’t you dare let him poison himself again. If Luke needs help, he should be getting it from somewhere else, not from you and your little potions kit.”

Kaz scoffs, the sound harsh and metallic and clanging uncomfortably in your ear. He opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by Cedric's voice, who calls out to you from some distance.

“(Y/N)?”

Kaz narrows his eyes, his gaze lethal, and then he takes another gracefully decisive step forward, neatly eliminating the entirety of the space you had tried to reclaim as your own.

“You’d better rrun off to your little boyfriend now, krasotka. He might get wrong idea.”

Hermione tugs lightly on your sleeve, a silent warning, a secret code tapped out into a rhythm you’ve come to learn well.

Without another word, you let Hermione steer you away from Kaz, who smirks lazily at you as you leave. It curls around his lips like a smoke signal, sparking a confusing miscellany of contempt and curiosity and heat in the pit of your stomach because Kaz Volkov is bad news but there’s an element to him that doesn’t necessarily make him evil, just misunderstood.

Or maybe you’re giving him the benefit of the doubt, which you usually do, generously, sometimes to people who don’t deserve it.

And you’re not quite sure if Kazimir Volkov deserves it.

***

“I think my brothers becoming addicted to drugs.”

Cedric doesn’t say anything at first, aside from a blank, slightly disbelieving stare. You don’t expect him too; it’s deeply personal and everyone’s image of Lukas Arden is quite different to the one you’d just witnessed. But he still places one gentle, warm hand on the small of your back while the other one grips the balcony of the Astronomy tower, the place you find yourself standing in while you process everything you’ve just seen.

“How do you know he’ll become addicted?” Cedric finally asks, softly.

“It’s Nyx’s blood,” you answer, simply, “Nyx’s blood is highly addictive.”

“Only to those who let it,” Cedric remarks, sagely, “You know, addiction is something a person is born with. People are more liable to addiction than others, which is why it’s harder for some to give up certain habits. But your brother? He’s stronger than that. Tonight, he’s looking for some kicks. Tomorrow, he’ll go back to being one of the brightest kids in school.”

You gaze up at Cedric, the worry slowly leaking out of you, as though he had punctured some sort of the bubble sitting uncomfortably in your lower belly and liquid anxiety is cascading down your legs.

“You’re right,” you finally sigh, rubbing your bracelet nervously, “You’re absolutely right. Luke is-he’s smarter than that.”

Cedric rubs soothing patterns into your back, kneading them into your spine. Your whole body relaxes under his ministrations, knots of worry being stretched out wafer-thin. But your mind still churns, spirals, spins. What if drugs become his crutch to carry him through whatever feelings he’s burdened with? Why didn’t he just tell you? Why didn’t he come to you?

As though reading your thoughts, Cedric gently taps your lower back with his thumb.

“But...?” He prompts, eyes gentle and patient and you release another heavy sigh.

“But Luke is...” you trail off, trying to find the right words as though they were written in the stars above you.

“You don’t have to tell me about it,” Cedric soothes but you shake your head, frowning.

“No, I want to,” you say, and Cedric flashes you a small smile. Trying not to get distracted by it, you continue, “See Luke he-he’s had it particularly rough. He watched our mum die and it’s...its traumatised him. And then he had to raise me on his own while he was still a kid because dad just...just abandoned us and that’s something that Luke shouldn’t have had to do. He should have been allowed to grieve and move on like I did because I had the chance too. But Luke...he shoved it down somewhere deep inside of him and every time I try to pry it open he shuts me out.”

Cedric nods, expression thoughtful, “He’s still trying to protect you.”

Your fingers tighten on a bead on your bracelet and you swallow, “After all this time, he still insists on protecting me from-from something. I’m not sure what it is, but he refuses to see that he doesn’t have to carry this burden on his own anymore. That the only way he’ll feel better is if he heals.”

Cedric folds an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to his side. You sigh, feeling the warmth hum beneath his clothes and caress your skin comfortingly.

“I’m just so scared,” you whisper, voice cracking beneath the weight of your fear, “I can’t lose him, not like I lost mum. If he continues down this road, I’ll have no one. Dad will just work even more and I’ll be completely alone.”

Cedric pulls away, just a little, to raise your chin with his long, elegant fingers so he can level his gaze with yours and hold it with warm benevolence.

“You’re not alone,” he murmurs, softly, “You’ll never be alone. I’ll be with you, always...” he pauses, hesitates, hedges, “...as-as your boyfriend...if you’ll have me...”

Your fears seem to wash away at Cedrics mumbled offer, so gentle, so sweet, so unassuming that it makes your heart swell until it pressed up against the firm wall of your chest.

And then he’s trailing a hand down your cheek and your shuddering, a dark, syrupy warmth pooling in your lower belly from Cedric’s furnace-hot touch and the icy cold sensation clashing together and his pupils are thick molasses, dilated and drinking you in like honey-warm butter beer.

Without even thinking about it, you’re arching up onto the tips of your toes and he’s leaning forward, bending down, closing the distance between the two of you and it’s like magic when your lips brush against each other once, twice, thrice, testing and tasting, electricity sparking beneath the delicate skin of your lips, and then his arm is winding around your waist, and you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and he’s pulling you flush against him and he’s capturing your lips with his own in a warm, delicious embrace and you’re slipping, sliding, sinking into the soft cushion of his lips.

And it’s...

Beautiful.

Angelic.

Exquisite.

It’s everything a first kiss should be.

Cedric tastes like nectar and sunlight and he smells of ink and aftershave and the deepest, darkest parts of the forest, the parts you’ve always secretly liked, especially after it rains and his hair is silky and thick in your hands, like chocolate melting between the gaps in your fingers, and you’re jelly in his arms, in his grip, as his lips move quickly against yours, dancing to a rhythm you’re not familiar with but excited by nonetheless.

And, suddenly, he’s pushing you up against the wall, and his hands are roaming up and down your body, taking in the curves and edges, and theres a growl stuck at the back of his throat, rumbling against your lips like thunder and it’s desperate and hungry and hot, hot like a blade of lightning, hot like molten lava, hot like an exploding star and you’re moaning out of sheer want, out of sheer desire, yearning, diving head first into the pool of rich, luxurious heat puttering deliciously in your lower belly, responding to every gentle caress and every searing touch and it’s disarming and it’s empowering and it’s shattering and, and-

And then Cedric pulls away, and you’re gasping for air, and then you’re moaning because his lips are on you again, except they’re glued to the nape of your neck, tongue laving across the delicate skin and your head spins and you’re spluttering on something between a moan and a mewl and Cedric is so raw, so explicit like this, so unguarded yet so gentle in your arms, prepared to stop if you uttered the word, generous with his love but careful not to tear through any boundaries.

And then, he kisses you again, and the world that’s always spinning, that’s always buzzing, that’s always shrieking, goes quiet.

And you-

You melt.

Even when Cedric pulls away with gentlemanlike charm, saying that he’s not about to pressure you, saying that he never will, and then you pull him back into a kiss, you still melt.

You melt when you finally decide to break apart and return to the Yule Ball with his hand sitting comfortably on the small of your back, you melt when you stand side-by-side and chat with his friends and your friends and you melt when you drag him onto the dance floor and dance the night away.

You melt, like Cedric is the spring to your winter.

You melt.

***

You wake up with a gasp, surging upright, gripping the sheets and panting, gulping down mouthfuls of air.

There’s no movement, no stirring, no whispered ‘are you alright?’ from Hermione’s bed, mostly because the state of exhaustion last nights festivities had left you all in was strong enough to knock you into a coma. Still, you wake up earlier than usual, greyish-blue light swirling in from the window.

Your nightmare had been so vivid, so real, so strange. You had seen a boy, handsome and young, lying dead in the your father’s study, a black snake sliding out from his blue lips and curling into a circle, eating itself. You’d tried to back away but bumped into a hard chest, and upon whirling around, you found Luke crying black tears, pale and gaunt, flesh peeling off his bones until all that was left of him was a skull, still leaking black from his eye sockets where his eyes - so youthful and mischievous and carefree - had once been.

You sigh, rubbing your forehead anxiously. Concluding such a wonderful night in a nightmare was something so typical of your anxiety, something so predictable, yet you still hadn’t seen it coming.

Pushing back your bed covers, you sheepishly pad toward the bathroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you attempt to wash the remainders of your nightmare away.

Bending down over the sink, you run the faucet and splash water to your face, humming a Weird Sisters song, smiling at the memory of Cedric and his soft, delicate lips nestled comfortably in your mind. Last night was like a daydream, one you had entertained over the summer, like so many before.

Your daydream had come true, and now, there was nothing stopping you. You didn’t need Nyx’s blood to be on a high, to feel like a young god.

Switching off the tap absentmindedly, you wipe your face dry with a towel, setting it back on the hook with a small smile and with a careless glance, you check your reflection.

You stop, eyes widening, jaw slackening.

On the other side of the mirror, a nine-foot tall shadow monster stands, staring back at you, grinning with a mouth that splits its entire face in half. Red blood stains it’s row of sharp, long fangs, somehow squeezed into the moon-crescent bend of its sycthe-like smirk. It has no eyes, just a long, oval face, attached to a thin neck and an elongated body with long limbs that seem to hand at its sides. In its back are several long, thin swords, plunged into the ridges of its spine like a pin cushion.

The monster raises long, thin, needle-like fingers and begins to carve something into the mirror, the sound grating in your ears like nails on a chalkboard. Through the paralysing cloudiness of your fear, you barely manage to make out what the monster has etched into the glass.

THE TRUTH WILL SET ME FREE

You scream.

***

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galaxy-parker · 6 years

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I’ll Love You (Till All My Love’s Run Out)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones

Summary: she’s beautiful and he’s indisposed

Warnings: europe doesn’t actually always have small doors i swear

Word Count: 2.1k A/N: wowowow that trailer fucked me up!!! and i am very excited to write about it!!! i am such a slut!!! this is a great time!!! enjoy! ~

Michelle’s dress is colored blue and painted with pretty flowers, red and yellow and green and Peter feels his heart freeze when she looks at him. He feels his feet freeze too. She smiles, tight lipped and short lived but she smiles at him all the same. His heart beats painfully in his chest.

‘Peter,’ Ned pushes against his back, trying to squeeze through the tiny doorway (really tiny doorway. When he’d first seen them Peter thought it was just their specific hotel that didn’t know how to make normal sized aperture’s, then he saw the rest of the city and, well, Europe just has really weird doors)

Ned’s finger jabs between Peter’s shoulder blades. ‘Hey,’ He calls out, turning to glare at the boy.

‘You’re holding up the line, dickhead,’ Flash’s voice echoes from farther behind and Peter rolls his eyes, stepping out of the frame and directly to the side.

Somehow through the chaos of booking a hotel, he and Ned had gotten stuck with Flash as a roommate, making the usual slur of insults from his mouth become a never ending spewing waterfall.

Peter’s eyes flit to MJ again, she’s smiling- brighter this time- but not at him. Betty stands in front of her, whispering something hushed and so obviously secret that he turns to Ned and begins running his mouth about quantum physics as not to let his very advanced hearing pick up the words, but not before he hears ‘Peter,’ and something about ‘like him,’

He’s trying to get better at eavesdropping. Or rather not eavesdropping.

‘Woah, calm down,’ Ned quirks an eyebrow, moving past him to let Flash stumble through the door.

‘It’s about time,’ He mumbles.

‘What about subatomic particles?’ Ned ignores Flash’s interference and scratches the back of his hair, trying to catch on to his friends ramblings. Peter only shakes his head.

‘Never mind,’ He says, watching MJ stroll far enough out of earshot that even he’d have difficulty listening in on her conversations. Not that he wants to.

Ned follows his gaze, then smirks when his eyes land on the girl, still nodding along to whatever Betty is saying. MJ glances at him and the slightest hint of pink begins to rise to her cheeks, he’s sure his own face is a bright red by now. Ned shoves his shoulder.

‘Dude,’ He laughs as Peter stumbles, rubbing his sleeve with a wince.

‘Dude,’

‘Dude,’ Ned says again. Peter only shrugs.

‘What?’

Ned furrows his brows and begins to gawk in a way that makes Peter think of a fish out of water. Actually a fish out of water. ‘Seriously?’ He says. Peter shrugs again. ‘She’s totally into you.’

A scoff rips from his lips as Mr. Harrington calls the class to follow him through the door and towards the theater they’re visiting. Peter straightens the collar of his shirt and shakes his head. ‘Whatever,’ He says. And then- ‘You think so?’

‘Uh, yeah?’ Ned scoffs out the words and Peter’s cheeks heat up just a little more.

‘I just wanna spend time with her,’ He mumbles, feet beginning to follow the rest of his peers through the creaking hotel doors. Ned’s eyes glint with mischief.

‘That can be arranged,’ He says and Peter shoots him a baffled smile, glancing up at the sky and the stars speckled through it. The night is chilly but not cold and he breathes in the fresh air, relishing the feel of it.

‘Ned!’ Betty’s voice rings out a few paces in front of them and Peter’s eyes land on the blonde girl for half a second before flying to Michelle whose own eyes are already stuck to his figure. She looks him up and down.

‘Duty calls,’ Ned shoots him a two fingered salute and Peter barely has time to nod in return before he’s skipping to catch up with Betty and MJ is falling back to give the pair space. She falls into step next to him and his heart begins to race and race and race in his chest. He swallows hard.

‘Hey,’ He squeaks.

‘Hey,’ She says and the word sounds strange, different than how she’d usually speak it. Less indifferent somehow. It only makes his hands grow damp and his neck grow hot. Ned and Betty whisper ahead of them, glancing back every so often. MJ shakes her head. ‘They’re up to something.’

Peter laughs. ‘No kidding,’ He says and she turns to look at him, head cocked to the side just enough so that the lock of hair always concealing her eyes falls away and for just a moment, barely one, he sees her eyes glint with something nervous. He swallows hard and looks away, eyes focusing on the pair in front of them again.

MJ does the same and they watch as the couple no longer giggles and whispers about them no doubt, and instead as Ned takes Betty’s hand and squeezes it tight. Peter grins and then begins to laugh and Michelle glances at him curiously, a matching smile on her lips.

‘What?’ She says.

‘Nothing,’ He replies. ‘Ned’s just been pining after Betty for god knows how long.’ He shakes his head. ‘It’s about time he did something about it.’

‘Betty’s had a crush on him since the sixth grade,’ She scoffs and raises her chin, leaning towards Peter, close enough so that he can smell her perfume. It’s light and warm and sweet and it might just be the only he thing he wants to smell for the rest of his life. ‘Betty’s the one who took his hand by the way.’ She almost whispers it and Peter expression twists in surprise.

‘What? No, I just saw it,’ He says, eyeing the pair again. MJ shakes her head.

‘She’s been working up to this for weeks, I’m telling you.’

Peter hikes his backpack higher over his shoulder his tongue darting out to wet his lips. ‘Alright.’

MJ arches a brow. ‘You don’t believe me?’

‘I do,’ He rushes out with a breathless laugh. ‘No, I do.’

She shakes her head, a smile pulling at her lips and lifts her eyes to the sky. The pale moonlight dances across her skin, pulling at her features so that she almost begins to glow- but then again, he thinks she might’ve done that before.

He watches her watch the stars, hoping he doesn’t trip and land on his face from the sheer distraction of her. Has her hair always looked so soft?

‘Why’re you staring at me?’ Her voice cuts through the parading thoughts of her her her in his mind and his head snaps forward, eyes almost cutting through the stone pavement in front of him.

‘I’m not,’ He says, but he was. He knows that she knows he was. A bought of red rushes to his cheeks. Idiot.

She hums and then stops walking. Peter barrels straight into Flash’s back.

‘Watch it,’ He snaps, shoving Peter back.

‘Sorry,’ Peter mumbles, not ignoring how MJ’s jaw begins to twitch at the encounter.

It’s no secret that Flash isn’t the most loved among the class, no matter how much he tries to convince everyone otherwise, but despite how much Peter dislikes him he’s almost sure MJ takes her hatred for the boy to an entirely new level. He’s not surprised really, when he thinks about the offensive things known to leave the bully’s mouth.

Mr. Harrington holds up his hand to grab the attention and MJ scoots away again as Ned inserts himself beside him. ‘You okay?’ He asks. Mr. Harrington begins to explain the show that they’re going to see and the rules surely to come with it, but his voice gets lost between the whispers of students, still talking despite his inquiry.

Peter rolls his lips together and puffs out his cheeks. ‘Yeah, yeah, I’m good,’ Then he grins, wide and teasing. ‘Are you?’

Ned bumps his shoulder, his grin equally large. ‘Yeah,’ He breathes. ‘I’m good.’

The show ends with flashing lights and and jarring notes, echoing through the theatre over and over until they become whispers in the wings. Peter turns to glance at MJ sitting beside him.

Her eyes are wide and cheeks dusted pink but there’s something in her expression speaking volumes more than awe. Almost like bewilderment and reverence combined. She watches the curtain close, watches the crowds begin to cheer from their seats. She blinks slowly and turns to him.

He barely realizes he’s staring until she waves a hand in front of his eyes.

He jolts upright before offering her a sheepish smile and an apology. She doesn’t speak, only turns back to stare at the stage almost longingly, like it’s a tragedy that the show would end and he watches her again. He studies her in the dim light, trying to find if the wet under her eyes is a trick of his own.

Ned stands from his other side and taps his shoulder, he almost missed the rest of the audience already beginning to file outside. ‘Come on,’ He says. Peter nods, pushing up from his chair and glancing at MJ again, who follows without looking away from the podium.

Ned pats his shoulder and winks. Peter shoves him down the aisle and slings his bag across his back. But he waits by the last seat, watching Ned and Betty race through the curtains, dividing the showing room from the rest of the building, to catch up with the rest of their peers. He turns to look at MJ just as she pulls her gaze from the set at last, seemingly breaking out of a daze.

She jerks her chin at him and he starts to climb the short length of steps leading to the exit, waiting for her again at the very top of them and turning on his heel to stroll outside when she finally meets him there. But she stops, not following any further and he finds that he’s stopping too, feet already backtracking to make up for the distance. She’s staring at the stage again, and again he is staring at her.

And then her name leaves his mouth before he can stop it. ‘MJ?’ It’s almost a question, and in his ears almost a request to leave but he doesn’t want to. He really doesn’t want to.

She glances at him. ‘There is a voice that doesn’t use words,’ She says. ‘Listen.’

Somewhere he knows he’s heard those words before, and somewhere he knows they were stapled together by some big shot poet full of bullshit quotes leading nowhere but it’s MJ saying those words now and somehow they sound reborn. They sound important.

‘I think this may be one of the purest forms of art,’ Her voice is soft and he listens and listens and listens and he thinks maybe she’s one of the purest forms of art, because art she is. She has to be.

‘You’re an artist,’ He says. ‘I’ll take your word for it.’

She looks at him then with confusion and maybe just a little bit of pride and his own heart swells at it. ‘I’m not an artist.’

He laughs, soft and breathless and adjusts his bag over his shoulder. ‘Are you kidding?’ He says. ‘You’re the best artist I know.’

She looks down, the edges of her mouth curling upwards, cheeks turning just a little more pink. He cards his fingers through his hair and the words fly from his tongue before he has the chance to weigh them down. But she’s standing next to him and she’s so beautiful and his head feels light and his stomach feels flippy and-

‘You look really pretty,’ He nods while he says it because yeah, she does, and grips the strap of his backpack again.

She glances at him from the corner of her eye, something glinting within it and she raises her eyebrows, her shoulders turning towards him slightly. Her arms cross deliberately. ‘And therefore I have value?’ She asks.

Peter’s heart drops into his stomach. ‘N-no,’ He breathes out a panicked chuckle, leaning towards her. ‘That’s not what I meant.’

And then suddenly her stoic demeanor melts away as quickly as it had appeared and she smiles, taking a step back and turning to him fully. ‘I’m messing with you,’ She laughs.

‘Oh,’ He chuckles, relief coursing through his veins and MJ shifts on her feet, eyes never leaving his.

‘You look pretty too,’ She says in something near a deadpan. She cocks her head and smiles a little wider. He blushes a little harder.

‘Thanks,’ He says.

She thinks I’m pretty, he thinks.

She nods again, glancing down the stairs one last time before strolling past him and through the curtains without another word, leaving him reeling with a stomach full of butterflies and a heartbeat picking up an electric speed.

She thinks I’m pretty. He thinks again with a giddy smile. She thinks I’m pretty.

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dynamicspacebud · 2 years

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I feel like the way i’m crushing rn is so silly. I don’t know i’m like 22 and have these little crushes. Ajajsjjsnsnsna waaait i was gonna be like why can’t i have a real strong crush or why can’t the people i relate to not be my type but then i remembered Julia ¡¿ Ok i have never written about her and it’s probably going to be really cringe and funny looking back on this but do you remember tinder julia ???? She was sooooo hot and so pretty like my god her smile wowowow and she was funny smhhhh but then i got ghosted and was sad about it for a week and would continues joke and complain about it to your friends. I wonder how long i’ll keep the joke going i think i’m always gonna find it funny. It’s interesting that they take it so seriously and like ye deep down i’m probably partially not joking but for the most part i am ! But ye shes solid proof That it’s not MEEE! I guess just waiting until i get into the animation industry. Get to meet cool hot people that are super skilled and can talk about cartoons with me for hours from creating and art and writing and story. Someone to collaborate with. Lol if i don’t end up eith someone in the animation industry that’s be so funny looking back on this. But i think it’s bound to happen. I mean im kinda already like really enamored with oomfs that’s like that. Ok i can’t write too much info here lame i was going off describing my feelings but not here 😭 i do wonder how it would be like to date her. I feel like i slightly have a different perception in my head. But i think we’d work tbh. But that’s a veeerry rare chance i dunno we’re young. aaaany ways to the original point of this talkin

So This girl i was slight friends with at work got a haircut and my god now i get really nervous and almost shy when talking to her. It’s so funny how i was so casual and non chalant before. Like all she did was get a haircut but it looks soooo good. I literally climbed a tree to her a cutie. I just wanna talk to her more and know about her and like wow pretty privilege is real this is proof someone needs to study this.

And then the retail girl who sometimes covers our shifts. When i first saw her i went into the wrong building for lunch coverage. She quickly corrected me as I said i was going to leave and yelled at me sarcastically “yea ! Get out of my building! “ And it was the first time i had met her but the silly familiarity made me laugh. Then i was very interested in seeing this funny girl again and now we talk a lot and she’s pretty pretty but i really like talking to her.

Ok now i’m just making a post about my current crushes 😭 Idk if i should continue or not. Ok for future me here quickly. The restaurant / starbucks girl.

And for the grand finale. Darian! Wow ok do you remember this girl??? i don’t think y’all are gonna be friends in the future which is why i’m saying that 😭 Her humor is so special. It’s so familiar so genuinely funny without being cut rooted by the internet. It reminds me of how my family would joke as a kid. Just cleve quips. Ivan is good at those too but hers feels so easy to understand to me. I don’t know if that makes sense. She’s so beautiful. Truly i get lost when talking to her. I don’t want to stare and i shouldn’t look at her lips and i’m shy and itching to look away. Wow what a woman.

HAHA BUUUUT it’s not darian that’s interested in me nooo it’s britney her fiancé ! Like PLEASE. They give me such horny eyes like !?!!? chill. Just pure horny v much like omar. Brittney is hot too but not my type in personality. Like i was go on a date with darian sooo bad

ok ok this is a really interesting post like i think i’ve done a round up of my major crushes and relationships when i was 17/18 or so but not like current ones. Because it’s so easy to forget the small casual ones. But they still make your heart flutter remember? Maybe it will be nice to feel that again for someone your mind once forgot. Anyways anyways future me you are 22 and you fucking got this

#my post #talkin #crush #future me

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incredibeale-archive · 6 years

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please talk more about your poly bellas lost girl au

Sorry this took me a hot sec– the last few days of work have killed me. x-x aNYWAY YES. It’s long so it’s under a cut! ( More LG hcs and such here )

I haven’t yet figured out how they ALL get together, as I want it not to seemed forced, ya know? I want it to be kind of… gradual…

But I can tell you that it starts off as Chaubrey, and Stemily with Steca as Bros. I’m leaning toward Chloe showing interest in Beca first, and Aubrey showing interest in Stacie (due to a super secret scene in the beginning), and Beca is just like ???? wow I am gay look at all these attractive fucking people. And lil Emily is just like I AM IN THIS FOR SCIENCE… but oh my stars…

Also, though– since Aubrey and Chloe have known Emily for a while, they’ve unknowingly grown fond/are extremely protective over her and Emily has always been in awe of them tbh.

At first it was all purely scientific as she spent time studying them from afar (as well as their species from books) and doctoring any wounds they may have gotten in the field, as well as check-ups.

So during those interactions, Emily’s feelings get skewed and they grow into something more without her realizing it.

The same goes for Aubrey and Chloe. Emily’s always so kind and sweet and extremely smart and somewhere along the way, Chaubrey just kind of fall for her.

But nobody touches on the subject, because though Chaubrey are generally pretty open (which is weird and rare of Aubrey, because she’s a wolf and wolves tend to be monogamous, but Chloe is a free spirit and very Poly) they don’t bring it up. Because it’s frowned upon in the Fae community to be with a human romantically. (sex slave? sure. Food? Definitely. Pets? That’s fine, but as anything more? Like friends or even lovers? No.)

Chloe was the first to pursue Aubrey, but was always up front with her lifestyle (That she was poly), of course Aubrey knew this since they had been friends long before Chloe decided to be honest with her feelings, but she’s grateful nonetheless for Chloe’s honesty, and ultimately accepts it because she wants to be with her. But they’d never brought another person into the relationship.

Until they met Steca. Aubrey is immediately drawn to Stacie (Chloe thinks she’s gorgeous, too but she kinda can’t get Stacie’s moody little human friend out of her head), and then The Incident™happens and then Aubrey really can’t stop thinking about her.

But Stacie is drawn to Emily at the time (because Emily says she can help her and she’s not at all afraid of Stacie which is what she’s used to) and Emily is like wowowow what a beautiful creature this is for science im not this gAY. (’im so gay oms’)

And Beca is just ?????? Useless.

Useless gay Beca Mitchell can’t even with all these attractive af ladies around her. And also lowkey kind of intimidated by all of them (even Emily because she knows things about each of them, but Beca is like walking into this world blind).

Emily teaches Stacie how to control her powers and… ya know, not kill people with just a fucking kiss. And during that time, they grow closer.

And when Stacie is learning how to control her powers, Beca is hanging out at Jesse’s bar (it’s a Fae bar, humans generally aren’t allowed unless accompanied by a fae who’s claimed them, however there has been an exception made for Beca and Emily), with Aubrey and Chloe, playing pool.

And that’s how they grow close. Chloe is a relentless flirt, and Aubrey enjoys watching Beca squirm under Chloe’s very delicate touches and soft gazes and Beca is like “Aren’t– I thought– uhm– you guys are together, right????” And she’s as red as a tomato.

Chloe’s just like “Yup! We sure are!” And Aubrey is silently curious with herself as to why she isn’t jealous (because she gets jealous very easily), and is instead enjoying the scene before her while she sips on a beer.

Beca is just “???? okay uhm– I just– Well, okay.” Is kind of scared to bring up Chloe’s flirting.

And then Aubrey will surprise all of them and flirt with Beca and by the time Stacie and Emily show up, Beca is quickly flocking to Stacie’s side, completely flustered and Stacie– who can read sexual auras (the level of sexual attraction and lust) is like “holy shit, Becs… guys– what–”

and Beca is just like “sHUT THE FUCK UP CONRAD. I HAVE TO GO.”

And she leaves the group, stomping away with flushed cheeks and body aching. And Staice just looks at Chaubrey who both just shrug innocently, but Stacie isn’t fucking stupid, she can read their auras.

That’s probably essentially how it’s all brought up– since Stacie can read their auras.

And wow this got long. I’ll leave it here for now. until someone asks for more xD

#Stacie Conrad #Beca Mitchell #Aubrey Posen #Chloe Beale #Emily Junk #( lost girl au )#i love this au ok #Anonymous

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markwhyareyousodaddy · 7 years

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Roommates (Part 4 - Final)

Summary: When y/n is forced to rent out her extra room, Im Jaebum was the last person she expected to have to share her living space with… luckily, he kept things interesting.

Genre: this is just straight fluff.

Word Count: ~1000

A/N: Hi friends!! Alright, here it is, the final installment of my first chaptered fic (wowowow). Thank you to all who have been here from the start and all who have just kinda jumped in! Shoutout to @ohmyjaebum for reminding me to write this and also the anon that requested it 43 years ago (i’m the worst i’m sorry). You can read the other 3 parts here, here, and here, and find my “masterlist” here. I also do requests (but as we have learned, they are not usually in a timely manner... #ImTheWorstPt2). Okay I’m done rambling, so here’s part 4!

Jaebum’s soft breath brushed up against the outer edge of y/n’s ear, his arm draped lazily over her waist as they lay bathing in the morning sunlight. A low groan escaped his lips and his back arched to stretch off the stiffness of sleep, pressing his bare torso against her while his hold grew tighter around her stomach.

“Good morning.” His gruff voice was comforting, sending a wave of relaxation through her body, and she found herself scooting closer into him. His lips pressed against the back of her head softly, but his nose lingered, buried in her hair. Every exhale ran down her neck, tickling the bare skin as it danced down her spine.

“Good morning,” y/n whispered back, turning her body on the couch to face him. She rested her nose in the crook of his neck, drinking in the scent of his lingering cologne while allowing herself to be surrounded by the warmth radiating from his body. Jaebum snaked one arm around her waist once again while his other hand explored her body, softer and with more patience than it did the night before. His large palm began at her hip, then slowly made its way up her side and down her shoulder blade, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its path. Soon, his fingers scraped gently against the nape of her neck, weaving themselves into the base of her hair and eventually cupping the back of her head, pulling y/n closer into the curve of his body. They lay still for a while in the silence, wishing to freeze the moment and never return to a reality where they weren’t in each other’s arms. Jaebum pulled back slightly to place a kiss in the middle of her forehead, abruptly stopping after he did so as her eyebrows knit together in confusion from his sudden pause. He felt his heart race and his breath swelled in the center of his chest, eyes scanning her face before finally meeting her gaze.

“…You look beautiful right now”. Y/n felt heat rush to her cheeks and she glanced downwards to hide her embarrassment, suddenly feeling vulnerable. His index finger brushed under her chin, forcing her to look up at him once again to see him tugging subtly on bottom lip with his front teeth, his focus darting between her welcoming eyes and the lips he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he leaned in cautiously as she let her eyes flutter shut, breaths becoming shallow as they had a habit of when she was near him.

Memories of the night before came flooding back to her and she was reminded of the invisible tie that bound them together. The last time they had kissed, it was rushed. Urgent. A hunger that forced itself to be satisfied. But this time was different. Jaebum was kissing her not for his own benefit, but for hers; just to feel her breathing against him, her lips moving in unison with his. Kissing her allowed him to regain his sense of completion. It was finding the last piece of a puzzle he thought had been lost a long time ago, and now that he had seen the full picture, he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful it all was.

He began slowly, alternating between light pecks and surrounding her bottom lip between his. His hand sank down her spine, resting at the curve of her back and drawing small circles in the indents by her tailbone. Hot air filled her lungs, warm from the passion of the kiss, as she tried to catch her breath.

Jaebum’s lips parted and he started tracing his tongue along her bottom lip, asking for her permission to deepen the kiss, but also wanting her to know he was content not going any further. Y/n reciprocated, flicking her tongue against his lightly, as if to tell him his advances would always be welcome at any time. Her eagerness sent a wide smile spreading across Jaebum’s face and he let loose a small chuckle.

“Why are you laughing?” Anxiously, she pulled away, suddenly worried that she had done something wrong. Just last night, he was the one that felt vulnerable, but as she laid before him now, he was confident and making all the right moves while she was the one unsure of herself. Without the shroud of night over them, she had realized how truly on display her feelings were, and how easily he could use them against her.

“I like kissing you, that’s all.” Just as soon as it had come, her worry melted away, immediately back at ease at his wide smile and genuine words and she resumed looking back at him, a grin plastered across her face. She went to lean in once more to resume intertwining their lips, but he held back.

“Before we continue with this, y/n, there’s something I want to ask you.” Now it was his turn to be nervous. He gripped her hand in his, palm beginning to sweat, and he rolled his thumb over the backs of her knuckles while she stared at him intently.

“I know we uh… we just kind of started this um… this thing. But I wanted to know… like… if you would be okay with um…” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, composing himself before finally spitting out “Y/n, I just wanted to know if you would want to be my girlfriend.”

The tension hung in the air like fog on a spring morning, and Jaebum felt as if years passed before the corners of her mouth tugged upwards and she finally nodded in agreement. His heart soared, and his smile beamed as he leaned in to kiss her once again.

“Now, how about some breakfast?”

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runrundoyourstuff · 7 years

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On Iroh and Sexism; or How Iroh Fails Azula

[So this is all stuff I originally wrote on a reblog of a question that @profoundlytenaciousgalaxy asked @marsreds about a fic of mine as to why in that fic, Iroh feels guilt about Zuko, Aang, Sokka, Katara, Toph, and Suki, being child-soldiers, but not Azula. It’s a really important point, I think, and marsreds makes some really good points in their answer. Please check it out the original post here. I’m posting my answer again, because, I wanted to title it, and add a bit to it, and I’d realized it’d turned into a bit of an essay.]

Hey the Author™ here! (Wowowow I am flattered by this thank you!)

In my fic referenced here But It Is the Youth That Must Fight and Die, Iroh doesn’t think of Azula mainly because at that moment, he’s thinking about the people present in front of him–Zuko, Sokka, Toph, Suki, and Katara–and Aang because in canon, they were just discussing him.

That said, Azula absolutely falls into the category of child-solider who the war has messed up.

And I think Iroh absolutely fails Azula. (And wow I wrote a fic about that too, here, because I think way too much about this damn show.) I love Iroh a lot. I write a lot about him. But there are ways in which he is very much a flawed person, even as, I think, he tries to be better.

The summary for this fic is:

“And when he saw her for the first time after, saw her trying to manipulate Zuko into offering himself up as prisoner, and then giving hot pursuit when that failed, he thought only she’s crazy, and she needs to go down, because he thought of Zuko, saw that Zuko needed him, especially then.

It is only now that Iroh realizes that she did too. That she still does.

And he does not have the right words to say to her, not yet. But he will keep coming back until he does, and after.”

And I think one of the ways he is flawed in addition to @marsreds‘s point, is that he’s a little bit, unintentionally sexist. I think most of the times this comes through it’s not in big ways, but it’s there. I always am struck, for instance, when he meets Smellerbee. Let’s take a look at that scene:

Iroh: So, Smellerbee, that’s an unusual name for a young man

Smellerbee: Maybe it’s because I’m not a man. I’m a girl!

Iroh: Oh, now I see! It’s a beautiful name for a lovely girl!

After Iroh finds out that Smellerbee is a girl, she is immediately slotted into a paradigm for “girl,” and, rather than thinking about girls as agents, and people with complexities, Iroh thinks of words like “beautiful,” and “lovely,” despite the fact that a) he doesn’t associate those things with Smellerbee when he thinks she’s a boy and b) they don’t actually seem to be things that are true about Smellerbee or that she wants to be true. He sees her as girl before he sees her as person.

We get a couple other little hints of this. Like that whole thing with June in Book 1.

We see this with Azula too. When Iroh sends Zuko and Azula gifts from the front, he sends Zuko a knief with a personalized inscription, something appropriate for him specifically, for his personality. And he sends Azula a doll, presumably because Azula is a girl, and, Iroh reasons, girls like dolls.

And if it’s hard for him to see women as people in the same way he sees men as people, of course it’s going to be harder for him to love Azula in same way, AND realize she needs him. So he fails her.

This isn’t an excuse for his character. I think it’s terrible. And I think in time, he also would come to see that it’s terrible. That’s sorta what the fic is about.

The question is: where does his sexism come from? I don’t know exactly. But I’ll quote my own fic again, because I think it’s usful here:

When [Iroh] came back from the siege [of Ba Sing Se], he saw his son everywhere, in every one of his men, every man he slaughtered, in every one who walked around the court, and he knew how to love them, as he had loved his son. But he had never had a daughter.

I’d like to think that eventually, after the war, Iroh realizes that this is a problematic behavior. I’d like to think he’d realize how damaging it had been. I’d like to think, too, that he works to make amends as much as he can, just as he does after he realizes how wrong he had been in his war crimes. (Surprise, surprise, I wrote a fic about that too.) Because I think that’s the type of person Iroh is. Someone who messes up badly. But someone who tries--if he can--to make it right.

#atla #Avatar The Last Airbender #atla meta #meta #long #sexism cw #iroh #azula #smellerbee

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sharing-tangerines · 5 years

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The Goldfinch Thoughts

yeah, I watched the goldfinch because i stopped caring about what critics were saying a long time ago. suck on that critics.

• Honestly fuck critics they dont know what they're talking about

• Going on and on about how theres no plot. How its overextended and pretentious and how it's just 2 and a half hours of nothing like bitch I'll kill u

• Yeah its pretentious its rich white ppl New York that's literally the whole vibe but like it has a plot and ik it's not linear but that's what makes it fun and interesting (also a way to weed out the dumb Congrats ur out)

• It's a v quiet understated movie that's just brimming w emotion that doesnt spill out until like the end and when it spills it just fucking explodes man like wowowow

• Ansel elgort was v good like a lot of ppl were saying that he wasnt all that great but I definitely thought that his performance was good. It was layered and nuanced like he was hiding his real feelings which he was! And then it exploded! Holy shit!

• Also the kid who played a young theo was super good I think his name is Oakes but yeah he was definitely amazing and good at the role and I was like woah its young ansel elgort bc they both play the character so seamlessly and effortlessly

• It took me a hot minute to get used to finn wolfhards dumb russian accent but its grown on me and its definitely like not bad like I've definitely heard worse. And also he was like fucking 14 years old when he did this I'm gonna cut him some slack good job bud

• Also where the fuck did Boris get LSD where did he get any of those drugs what the fuck they live in the middle of nowhere Nevada what

• Aneurin as old boris in those fuck me pumps and designer jacket yes pls

• It wasnt like as gay as the common folk made it out to me but like yeah i got you. I see what you're doing being all in love w each other like yeah u keep doing that u funky little gay dudes

• I thought it was rly fucking funny when Pippa just swerved his declaration of love

• Also wasnt a huge fan of kitsy bc she seemed artificial which might've been the point but like *shrugs* also what kind of name is kitsy what the fuck nicole Kidman why would u name ur kid that

• It was weird seeing sarah Paulson play xandra bc I've only ever seen her in like nice roles but u go sarah Paulson

• Cinematography was v beautiful like yeah I understand why this guy won an oscar go you

• Also theo is dumb for like never checking that it was actually the goldfinch that he had like how dumb can u be just check it every once in a while

• Ppl keep saying that boris introduced theo to drugs but like? No i dont think so mrs Barbour gave him those pills and xandra gave him those pills and Pippa gave him that weird fucking lollipop like yeah boris might've fed his addiction but he didnt start it

• OH WAIT WHEN BORIS STOLE THOSE SUNGLASSES STEALTHILY AND THEN THEO FUCKING FREAKED OUT AND STUFFED A WHOLE STEAK INTO HIS JACKET PEAK CHAOS OHMYGOD

• That whole little scene of boris trying to reboot theo after the suicide scare was kind of peak gay like yeah take care of ur dumb boyfriend bitch

• 8/10 fuck critics we eat the elite

#the goldfinch #*forehead touches* its about the intricate rituals #honestly tho fuck critics dude this was genuinely a good movie #like i went in expecting to not like it but like #i really fucking liked it so middle finger to critics they dont get it #mey takes notes during films

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lorenzobane · 8 years

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Day of Wrath review!

Wowza! I can’t believe I haven’t talked at all about this episode yet.

So- overview I’d give it a solidly mediocre rating.

I thought that Magnus and his entire story arch was AMAZING. I mean I love that they keep placing him in this obvious leadership position where he is important to the downworld and other downworlders. I thought that was an awesome choice. Also, Harry’s acting this episode slayed me so hard, though I do wish they had phrased a few lines differently (a constant complaint of mine) because often I’m like “this is... almost how people talk.” Like that part where he says “he knows you’re like a son to me” and keeps talking? Like it was almost right. But something about the dialogue rang false to me- but if you disagree let me know! Either way, his scene where he tells Simon about how Camille helped him? That was remarkable and I am so glad we got more backstory.

As for Raj, I’ve seen some controversy but honestly, I don’t really care much about whether or not Raj is a “good” or “bad” character (don’t worry I’m desi). What I care about is consistent characterization, and in the first season he didn’t really have a personality beyond “I do what I’m told.” So I like that now he’s got this personality, which is: he thinks he’s funny but the people around him don’t and it doesn’t always go well for him. They’ve maintained that character trait which is all I ask for in a character. He seems like the sad sack, which sucks- but in terms of a character he has maintained his characterization AND it isn’t malicious. Sure, he’s kind of a dick- but let me tell you, desi boys can be DICKS just like anyone else.

The smoke demon thing... was?? Ehh, I guess they had an end goal which was to kill Jocelyn, so it ended up feeling a little contrived. LIke, they set up this entire situation just to eventually kill her. As a result... I was ambivalent about it. That said, all the Clary/Alec scenes were amazing. They bring out this really funny enemy in each other which I think is fun. But when she is actually hurt, when he makes kills her mom, he clearly cares and is upset by that.

The Victor/ Jace scenes were good. Dom was really excellent this episode and really had a chance to shine even when his lines weren’t always the most remarkable. His face, eyes, and vocal tone really spoke to me and made me feel like Jace was a fully fledged character. As for Aldertree... He continues to be beautiful and I continue to appreciate him. I also like that as soon as he realizes that Jace is innocent he frees him, but his shit with Raphael was difficult to watch to be sure.

Shallow notes:

- Lydia looked hot as fuck this episode

- So did Isabelle... WOWOWOW- I literally paused my video when we get this shot of her squatting on the ground, her ass was out of this world

- Magnus continues to blow my mind and I would blow him, wow that blue shirt... Wow.

NOW THE THING THAT ANGERED ME.

WHY DID THEY KILL JOCELYN AND SUBJECT LUKE TO THIS SHIT. I’ll be honest I didn’t have strong Jocelyn feelings, but I DO have strong Luke feelings and it feels like the narrative just keeps fucking him over. Maybe they’ll bring her back but I really felt like it didn’t even really serve a narrative plot. She was leaving for Idris, and Clary already said she isn’t going with her. So in terms of plot, if they wanted to get rid of Jocelyn, they already had a perfect out. So I don’t get why they didn’t take it? And they could have had her back when they needed/wanted her??? Feels dumb tbh.

In General:

I did think that the direction of the show improved, and the writing was in general crisper and more true to what people might actually sound like when they talk... So show runner quality has improved. I’m willing to see where it leads, especially because Magnus steals the show so completely and effectively. I felt like the story had clarity, there was an arch in the story and that arch made sense within itself which is good. I didn’t always love the story they were telling, but at least they told it consistantly.

#Magnus Bane #Alec Lightwood #Jocelyn Fray #Shadowhunters #Shadowhunters review #Raj

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heeeeyyy ive got song recs 😳 idk how similar my music taste is to urs so ill give u a wide variety of genres

alterlife (rina sawayama)

puppy princess (hot freaks)

still into you (paramore)

wont bite (doja cat ft smino)

at your best (aaliyah)

do it (chloe x halle)

no air (jordin sparks & chris brown)

american boy (estelle & kanye west)

good days (sza)

meadows in japan (serena isioma)

wuthering heights (kate bush)

rhiannon (fleetwood mac)

i wish (stevie wonder)

cranes in the sky (solange)

need u bad (jazmine sullivan)

shut up kiss me (angel olsen)

teenage fantasy (jorja smith)

the adults are talking (the strokes)

truth is (sabrina claudio)

rain (swv)

stay with me (miki matsubara)

ok (wallows)

damage (h.e.r.)

put your records on (corinne bailey rae)

single af (foushee)

spotlight (jennifer hudson)

ohfr (rico nasty)

love (keyshia cole)

on & on (erykah badu)

pynk (grimes & janelle monae)

oh thats a lot ummm. ok well i hope u like some of it, & i tried not to repeat artists so yiud get a better variety of style. ok rock on!! byebye

thank u <3333

alterlife: rina is rly talented isnt she. this is a headbanger for sure, the drums are really nice & she sounds so good !! the production on the vocals & guitar was a bit strange but i loved the lyrics so that made up for it i think. LOVE the key change too

puppy princess: interesting.. i like the instrumentals & the chorus was rly cute!! i was a little distracted through the whole song bc it felt like the singer was a bit pitchy?? like they weren't hitting every note perfectly, idk if thats their style or not aknfsdvjk this was sweet though

still into you: I SHOULD B OVER ALL THE BUTTERFLIIIIEEES!!!!! i have heard this one :D always a fave this is such a good song. hayley williams is such a good singers BANGERRR

wont bite: i think ive heard this bc its a tiktok song :// sucks that that app has ruined so many songs bc i have negative feelings abt all songs that tiktok has popularized even if they're good ksjbfvjk,,,, this song is def very catchy but not my thing

at your best: VOCALS??? this is beautiful i love her voice omg its so soothing nd soft!! the instrumentals were lovely esp the keyboard (maybe? i think thats what it is) & the harmonies OMG the harmonies all around 3:30 are so nice :))

do it: ive heard this but not in a while so i listened to it again to see if my feelings abt it had changed & i like it more than i did before!! theyre so talented like both of their voices are so gorgeous <3 the production is so smooth

no air: i skipped this one bc of chris brown

american boy: this is a good song like idk what else to say about it. it feels like smth u could listen to while walking through the city sort of? it might be bc of the mentions of london & nyc but i digress <3 bop indeed

good days: ive never heard this whole song but its nice! she's a great singer & ik i keep saying this but the instrumentals >>>> very calming feels like sitting by a running stream in the woods :)

meadows in japan: ohhh invented romance i see. beautiful imagery AND THE SWITCH UP A MINUTE IN???? YESSS!!!! so pretty i LOVED the second half of the song so much oh my goodness

wuthering heights: PIANO & SPARKLY CHIMES!! fantasy magical yeeeeeeas omgg. her voice is not what i expected? but it works rly well with the song !!

rhiannon: this is certainly a vibey song yup yup! i like it more than i was expected to i think. love the background vocals & the guitar line is so nice!! fleetwood mac make good music i havent heard more than like. 3 or 4 of their songs but theyre good

i wish: BOP? the horns at the end are so good omg wait this is such a bop hello??? u cant see me but i am doing a little shoulder dance bc of this song. 10/10 would recommend this went in the playlist

cranes in the sky: this is such an atmospheric song omggg i could get lost in this!! fluffy white clouds in summer time!!!!! her voice is BEAUTIFUl & its such a relaxing pretty song wowowow !! love it yes yes

need u bad: why r all these people such good singers ??? this one is stunning too its just bop after bop now ig. this slaps in the best way possible it just has the best vibes. esp w the background vocals & the pretty harmonies i love harmonies so much

shut up kiss me: musically not rly my thing but i like the melody nd the guitar!! i sound like a broken record ik im saying the same thing over & over nd like. not to repeat myself AGAIN but i like the instrumentals :)

teenage fantasy: vibey!!!! love the atmosphere of this one omg its so lovely.. nd i love the little sing-talking at the end & the giggle it was so!! v cute i enjoyed this thoroughly

the adults are talking: GOOD guitar ok?? vocals were a lil repetitive but still a chill bop. it was kinda. upbeat in a chill way yk? like it was fast paced & had energetic drums nd stuff but still not a super AAAHHH sounding song if that makes sense

truth is: the INTRO>>>>>>>> HELLO!! that was so pretty omg the falsetto in the chorus...... this one hits so hard HI its not usually smth id like but i LOVED THIS ACTUALLY!!!

rain: OH THE SOUND EFFECTS... the raindrops on every beat pls the imagery this sounds like. sitting in a rainforest w a ton of fog nd listening to the nature sounds around u.... its beautiful omg the background vocals!!!

stay with me: BOP AND A HALF ok im LISTENING to this one. my ears r wide open this is so good omg the movie vibes... neon lights & food trucks i think! love the horns too omg nd her voice is so good

ok: the intro fucked so hard um. yes & the like. accented beats in the background... love the chorus as well i liked this one :) its a pretty simple song but it works

damage: ok this one is so good i LOVE the sound effects like there was a little twinkly sound nd it adds so much to the song honestly. i love her voice as well, deep voiced women who sing >>>

put your records on: this song has such good memories for me bc i first heard it at my home away from home which is my summer camp so it reminds me of my favorite place & people :) its also such an amazing song and i hate that tiktok guy for ruining it

single af: u rly love good vocalists i see like everyone u have recommended has had an amazing voice. harmonizing on the high notes was awesome! the song just has such a like. confident air "i can proudly say that im single as fuck" like that is the energy im going for

spotlight: oh i didnt expect the song to be about that but i actually really like it! the way she uses the title is super clever :0 the lyrics are awesome & ofc jennifer hudson's voice is so beautiful <3 i liked this!

ohfr: musically this wasnt rly my style but i can def appreciate it as a song! her voice is so unique too the like. raspiness worked rly well i think. i also did like the lyrics

love: cheesy love songs r great. as usual her voice is gorjus nd shes super talented. the song itself was a little bit repetitive for my taste but still super cute :D

on & on: LOVE the wah wah guitar in the background this song is one of those that u could just put on loop forever its so vibey & just timeless sounding almost? it sounds like purple!!

pynk: ive heard this one but thats ok bc its a great song :) their voices work rly well together. the chorus is so funky & fun and the harmonies!! love it

#asks #katie 🌷

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