#it you read my random writing stuff in summer
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ghost car of barna road
track 2 - slop 2/2
i wondered how i looked then - facing the shelves packed with discount junk, wearing nothing but thin slippers and my greasy pajamas. i had a scrap of paper torn out of a catalogue crumbled in my fist. it showed a small electric kettle in five color variants. one of them, the cyan one, was circled in bright red marker. underneath, as an added security, my mother wrote in her tiny, neat, schoolteacher’s handwriting: cyan.
they did not have the cyan one.
now, my options were limited. i considered them while sipping cold coffee obtained on the shelf behind me. i was either taking a pastel pink kettle home, hoping the cheerful colour will appease my mother to the loss of the cyan option; walk the two kilometres to the next supermarket hoping to snatch the cyan keetle;
or, my number one contender, returning back to our street, getting inside the rental and driving straight ahead until i hit the ocean.
"this is fucking ridiculous," i told myself.
she is fucking ridiculous. true. what but was i going to do about that now?
i groaned, pulling my phone out of my back pocket. it was half after eight. i was supposed to start working at nine and my hot cup of coffee, shower and peace of mind depended on a fucking cyan kettle that was not where it was supposed to be.
“i have no fucking time for this,” i breathed, snatching a box off the shelf and made my way to the empty cash register.
a smiling lady rang my purchase, asked me about my opinions on weather and, not deterred by my discouraging grunts and deadpan expression, mentioned the kettle i was getting was really amazing, she had it herself, and it looked so nice in her kitchen, she tried to have everything in her kitchen in pastel pink, it brightened up the room so much and made it so lovely, didn’t i think so?
“that will be thirty five euro, love.”
i wondered if i was too czech now. it’s been ten years of cloudy faces and getting snapped at in the shops. a lady at imigration made me cry in my scond week there. ten years later, whatever was happening here, was making my skin crawl. i was no longer used to happy faces and polite chatter. my first instinct was to use the kettle box as a shield and push my way out of the door, overthrowing old people and babies for bonus points. i felt like a stranger in my own home.
the unsettling through followed me down the road to my parent’s door. i tried to block it’s weight with my foot before slipping in, but it clung to my grey leggins. it followed me down the hall to the back sunroom/kitchen, right at my heel like an eager puppy. it was there when i put the box down on the table, there when my mom looked back with a smile, closer when her round wrinkled face fell noticing the delivered goods.
“oh, it’s the pink one,” she said, covering her sadness with cheerful politeness.
“they did not have the cyan one,” i said. “only pink and black. the pink is nice.”
she nodded, taking the box and placing it, very carefully, on the floor by the door. “sit down, i made you some eggs and bacon.”
i sat down in an empty place, facing the back door. my eyes kept returning to the box while my mother chattered.
one time in prague, not much longer after our move, my irish girlfriend got me this vintage jacket at a traveling thrift marketplace. it was the worse wine red colour, with tiny reflective flakes and shite-load of colourful beads strewn harphazardly across the back and it’s too short, not quite three-quater sleeves. she said the second she saw it it reminded her of my “free spirit”. by that she must’ve meant the long dark nights spend getting blackout drunk, shying away from phones which could at any time remind me about your existence.
my “free spirit” jacket became this thing hanging on our dresser door, obscuring a fair amount of the decorative mirror embedded in the frame. everything unsaid between us seemed to cling to it like lint. every argument we had was another bead sparkling in its sleeve. every bloody fucking thing that pissed us off about each other was this tiny reflective piece of plastic that, if the sunshine streamed in through the winddow at just the right angle, would hit you in the eye and scorch your pupil.
i would wake up and see the jacket and all the bad things about our relationship would be right there, reflected in that ugly, dusty piece of second skin.
after a while it became sentient.
it would walk into the room when we argued and point its too short arms at us, throwing out beads to jog our memories. that summer you kissed that other guy when we were dating; i can’t believe you told me you were quitting and lied to my face; the way you acted when my mother came for a visit; why do you never want us to travel home together, are you ashamed of me?; and finally you, you, you, you - but she kept calling you him, like she couldn’t quite remember your name. she called you him and the jacket kept throwing all the beads the colour of your eyes at me until they cut my skin.
finally we broke up and she packed everything she owned up into these huge suitcases she got online. she rolled them across the oak floor-boards that moaned in reply and when she stopped in the doorward for the last time she said: “you know, all you had to do was say was you didn’t like it.”
it took me a while to realise she was talking about the jacket, not us. she left it there, hanging off the closet door, so dusty it looked more grey then red by then.
i looked at the kettle in its snug box now, lying by the canary yellow wallpapered wall, enveloped by a soft pool of light. in wondered if this was the same thing. i wondered how long it will take until all the things i do wrong burst out through the colourful packaging and flood our kitchen floor.
“more tea?” asked my mother in her cheerful sing-songy voice.
“i don’t like tea.” i wanted to say.
“sure.”
from the box by the door, you could hear tiny plastic screws click-clacking in vicious enjoyment.
#simblr#ts4 story#s:gcbr#oc:fiadh#oc:ann marie#it you read my random writing stuff in summer#this is the same with minor edits#so good to skip i guess lol
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the neocities project has made me realize that i probably should be addicted to shutting the fuck up, but unfortunately, i have chronic can't-shut-up disease, and whatever 0.1 visitors that silly site gets is just my captive goddamn audience, and i will force people to read my little essays
#i think the greatest part is the fact that i *can't* tell if anyone's reading any of my shit or not#i have no expectations of random viewers; the only contributors are me n my small group of friends#but even then i'm out there writing all the stuff (so far; might change over the summer)#花話#which means that literally everything that gets written n published to the site is written n published bc i wanted to say it#there's no thought or care towards competition for attention; or if people will like my shit#like. this is just my shit. you're free to peruse it as you please; send me letters (askbox) with comments/feedback#but i don't like Expect anything like that. it's kinda freeing tbh. to just let me be my little brainrotty self
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There was an interesting thing Arthur learned when he was eight and three-quarters in the field on the right side of the castle. He was chasing the red ladybugs that flew and crawled up the castle walls as if unaware of the unavoidable chill of the stone; as if they didn’t know the castle was where things rot and everyone pretends they can’t smell the stench.
#arthur pendragon#writing#ao3 stuff#wip#i sometimes make myself sad reading over what i previously wrote#bc well i really get in my feels sometimes#do yall ever feel horrible when you ignore a wip on ao3 for months without warning#i feel bad but like friends i didn't know i was gunna drop of the face of the earth either#i have a lot of feelings i project onto arthur#there is no way in any world that any of my writing is like characterization and a character study#and i think i tag enough to let people know this is so ooc#why?#bc i pretend arthur is my therapy instead of going to my counselor i ghosted last summer#is it a red flag if someone ghosts their therapist bc the therapist pissed them off and is way too away of their own feelings so#the therapist wasn't even doing anything but telling random stories#what if i connect every new event in my wip to a bug?#what happens then
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just some siren!reader x jingyuan thoughts
warnings: suggestive and... sexual stuff, not proof-read
random late night thoughts but my head can't stop thinking about siren!reader who's like,,, the princess or leader of the sirens that lives in scalegorge waterscape along with the vidyadharas. they can transform from human form to siren form and would return to the waters whenever they want.
reader is the co-ruler of imbibitor lunae regarding the waters and friends with hcq when the tragedy happens, the vidyadharas left scalegorge waterscape, leaving the sirens to rule the waters. but the waters soon became inhabitable due to the absence of the high elder, and reader may control the waters but she cannot strengthen the seal in the arbor (that's imbibitor lunae's job) which soon contaminated the waters, making it reek with the stench of abomination so she evacuated the sirens. but even though the waters are contaminated, reader tries her best to purify the waters so they can still hold ceremonies and the summer solstice and winter solstice!
you see, the summer solstice is huge celebration where sirens return to the waters to be cleansed and replenished and where the new sirens manifest their transformation for the first time. this is the day of the year with the most hours of daylight so the sirens just bask in the waters and sun as much as they could to re-energize.
when it comes to the winter solstice, the day of the year with longer hours of nighttime... things can get a little... frisky. in short, it's like the mating season for the sirens so they hold a little ceremony to try and find their lifelong mates. every species abording the xianzhou can participate the ceremony. foxians, vidyadharas, xianzhou natives... siren mates aren't restricted to sirens only.
jingyuan is more than aware of this little ceremony that the sirens hold in scalegorge waterscape, and you both have this some kind of relationship that goes far beyond the definition of friends. and oh, this little celebration had him oh so intrigued. just the thought of seeing you so bold, and wild, and nasty, and dirty had him biting the inside of his cheek.
he's done waiting, he's done prolonging this unspoken whispers of desire when it's so obvious that you two like each other. and just the thought of other men having to see your glory... he could feel his composure slipping away by the minute as he tightly grips his teacup. he would kill any man who'll dare to feast their eyes upon your body.
he wants you to look at him only as you sway your hips in front of the crowd, wants your whole attention on him, wants you to stake your claim on him... claim him in front of the luofu's residents for them to see that he belongs to you and you belong to him just as you sink your fangs on his neck - a mark to form a permanent mating bond. he's staring at the men who laughably thought they stood a chance on ever having to have a taste of you as he sinks his teeth on the flesh of your shoulders - marking you as well.
his eyes are gleaming and boastful, completely different from the calm and relaxed demeanor he usually have. he's pulling you away from the ceremony, dragging you to somewhere more private as he ravages and devours you whole like a starved beast - like a lion. licking and nipping on your skin under the moonlight, caressing your sensitive body with his hands, and tongues intertwined with the taste of spit and blood as he becomes one with you under the moonlight.
errors are inevitable in this writing, it's 2 am and i'm very sleepy
-w-
#jingyuan x reader#jing yuan#honkai star rail#jingyuan x you#jingyuan x y/n#jingyuan#jing yuan hsr#jing yuan x reader#jing yuan x you#jing yuan x y/n#jing yuan fluff#jing yuan smut
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Hi, I was wondering if you know what music John was a fan of in the late 70’s? I’m aware of him being excited about the B52’s, and I’m assuming he liked David Bowie and Elton John’s music in part because they were his friends in addition to obviously being talented. And I think I read once that Julian turned him onto Queen but tbh that may be me misremembering a fanfic lol I just wonder if there’s anything out there that describes what John’s music tastes was in those days or whether he preferred to stick with his favorite classics; early rock and roll, girl groups ect. Like what did he think about the punk scene in NY?? Or the close harmonies a la Fleetwood Mac that dominated the charts? Just things I think about haha.
Hi, thanks for the question. I know that I skipped through a book called John Lennon: 1980 playlist by Tim English before, that may be a good source for you.
Here's some random info, that I remembered where to look up.
I think Julian introducing John to Queen comes from the SPIN magazine interview in '75:
[Julian] likes Barry White and he likes Gilbert O’ Sullivan. He likes Queen, though I haven’t heard them yet. He turns me on to music.
I call him and he says, “Have you heard Queen?” and I say “No, what is it?” I’ve heard of them. I’ve seen the guy … the one who looks like Hitler playing a piano … Sparks? I’ve seen Sparks on American TV. So I call him and say, “Have you seen Sparks? Hitler on the piano?” and he says, “No. They are alright. But have you seen Queen?” and I say “What’s Queen?” and then he tells me. His age group is hipper to music … at 11 I was aware of music, but not too much.
But then there is also an anecdote, I think by Tony Barrow, that John didn't want to sign Queen to Apple years earlier? However that may be a lie, or John just didn't remember.
Yoko gifted John a jukebox for his birthday in '78 and apparently John filled it with the old music he liked. Elliott Mintz says there was quite some Bing Crosby. And I remember John also putting some new song by Dolly Parton in there.
"Yoko gave him this old-fashioned jukebox and John stocked it with Bing Crosby records. People kind of expected him to have rock 'n' roll records in there, but it was almost totally Crosby stuff. There were 3 songs which John played over and over. I still remember them. They were Crosby with a jazz quartet from the 50's, I think. He would banter and talk in the songs and John thought that was just the end. The songs were Whispering, I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter and Dream a Little Dream of Me. Yeah, those were the songs, I can still see John listening to them." - Elliott Mintz
“The one modern song I remember him listening to was ‘The Tide Is High’ by Blondie, which he played constantly. When I hear that song, I see my father, unshaven, his hair pulled back into a ponytail, dancing to and fro in a worn-out pair of denim shorts, with me at his feet, trying my best to coordinate tiny limbs.” - Sean Lennon
One night we were playing at Max's (Kansas City) in New York City, and I was waiting for everyone to leave the club so I could go back in and pick up my gear. We were sitting in the van waiting and John Lennon and Ian Hunter from Mott the Hoople came staggering out and looked over. John Lennon saw it was me and stuck his head in the window. He was kind of drunk and stuck his face right against mine and went 'yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah' because he recognized it (Devo's song Uncontrollable Urge) as being an updating of She Loves You. That was one of my most exciting moments ever.
- Mark Mothersbaugh on John coming to a DEVO gig in '77
PB: John, what is your opinion of the newer waves?
Lennon: I love all this punky stuff. It's pure. I'm not, however, crazy about the people that destroy themselves.
Playboy interview, 1980
I like pop records. I like Olivia Newton-John singing "Magic" and Donna Summer whatever the hell she'll be singing. I like ELO singing "All over the World". I can dissect it and criticize it with any critic in the business...But without any thought I enjoy it! That's the kind of music I like to hear. - John
John Lennon raced into Yoko Ono’s home office in the mammoth old Dakota building with a copy of Donna Summer’s new single, “The Wanderer.” “Listen!” he shouted to us as he put the 45 on the record player. “She’s doing Elvis!” I didn’t know what he was talking about at first. The arrangement felt more like rock than the singer’s usual electro-disco approach, but the opening vocal sure sounded like Donna Summer to me. Midway through the song, however, her voice shifted into the playful, hiccuping style Elvis had used on so many of his early recordings.
“See! See!” John shouted, pointing at the speakers.
The record was John’s way of saying hello again after five years.
[...]
It was just weeks before his death in December of 1980, and his playing the Summer record was an endearing greeting -- and one that was typical of John. Of the hundreds of musicians I’ve met, John was among the most down-to-earth.
Corn Flakes with John Lennon (And Other Tales From a Rock ‘n’ Roll Life) by Robert Hilburn
"I'm aware of ... Madness. "Don't do that. Do this." (As on the spoken word intro to "One Step Beyond".) I think that is the most original thing actually because it's so peculiar. ... Out of all that mob I think that was one of the most original sounds. Very good drumming, very good bass and all of that."
Andy Peebles interview
And things I don't have quotes for right now:
I remember Bob Gruen had given John some video compilation of punk bands, that John enjoyed watching.
In one of the last interviews John said Hungry Heart by Bruce Springsteen was a great song.
There are the albums John asked Fred Seaman to buy on his shopping lists. Some are printed in The John Lennon Letters (Though I'm not sure that means he liked them, but at least was interested in.)
Lot's of Bob Dylan talk in the diaries and parodies.
Many anecdotes about reggae bands.
In the Double Fantasy studio recording John references quite some songs and artists, when he tells the musicians what they are aiming for in the songs.
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Hello! I have a really roundabout question but it's like 3am and will try to be succinct but likely fail.
You are one of my favorite fanfic authors who makes me feel so blessed because of so many of the fandoms I love and grew with are fandoms you have written wonderful stories in. I think I first read one of your FMAB stories and later felt a gender euphoria when you wrote "An Invisible Summer" where Naruto was Gender fluid. Later when I got into the Untamed, I was ecstatic to see you had posted wonderful multi-chaptered works centering characters and relationships so meaningfully. You have always been to me an amazing writer and I want to thank you for the beautiful stories you have shared. Finding out you had written even more stories in Tumblr and had directories felt like Christmas!
I recently got back into fiction writing after a 10 year hiatus and I want to ask you, how do you choose the projects that go to AO3 vs stay on Tumblr? I love both platforms and I'm trying to get the hang of the nuances.
This might be a silly question, idk but thank you for sharing such wonderful stories!!
thank you, i'm glad you like my writing!
it's really up to personal preference. you can put ANYTHING on AO3 really, although i'd be wary overtagging. then again, keep in mind i have been accused of undertagging, so again it's a personal preference thing
for me it's to do i have the time, passion, and energy to commit to writing this all the way through in the cohesive manner and to the standards i have for my ao3 fics? if so then, yes
part of it is that i try and not to have too many ao3 wips going at once because i try really hard to finish everything i start, even if i lose passion and interest in it. i know how much it sucks when a work you like gets abandoned, so i try really hard not to do that. part of that is not putting every idea i'm excited about on ao3 as a wip even if it means lots of things just live as snippets on tumblr or as outlines
tumblr is playground and ao3 is my office. i can post random stuff here and not worry too much about it or stress about it
but that's just how *i* choose to interact with these sites because that's what works best for me. there's no wrong way to go about it
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Hihi!! I really loved your professor!Draco hcs (and all of your draco fics, i think I've read them all lol) I was wondering if maybe you could write smut for professor!Draco? Maybe elaborate on the whole "sitting on his lap while he's working" thing?
Hi Anon. I’ve been wanting to write this as soon as I saw your ask because Professor Draco is my guilty pleasure. Sorry it took this long.
Take a Break, Professor Malfoy (D.M)
Summary: a one shot based off these head cannons (the reader is a little whiny here. Just saying)
Words: 2000ish
Warnings: smut, age gap (reader is 18+ and the gap is not too big), some form of degrading, pet names, cock warming, spanking if you look hard enough. 18+ Mature content, mature words, read at your own discretion. Also, there is consent from both parties at all times and this is not proofread.
A/n: Hi, I’m currently away from tumblr at the moment because my daytime job is busting my proverbial balls. If you see this, this post was on queue. I have a few fics on cue actually. I’ll get back to your messages and asks ASAP. 😭🥲
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It’s a hot day.
It’s a day stowed right in between spring and summer where days are suddenly longer and sweaters are a thing of nuisance. Especially during the afternoon.
She's already peeled off her school sweater and tossed it carelessly under the foot of his large four poster bed. Her school tie lays next to all her other things slowly accumulating on his bedside table. He’s made space in his drawer for her to put her stuff in but she is tired from all her classes and the bedside table is closer.
“It’s such a lovely day outside.” She muses out loud, rolling on the bed and onto her back.
He doesn’t say anything. He hasn’t said anything for the last hour.
“I’m thinking picnic by the lake.” She tries to get his attention again. “What do you think?”
“Everyone will still be out.” He reminds her, without bothering to look up from the sack of papers in front of him.
“But I’m soooo bored, Draco.” She grumbles. Tendrils of her hair cascade off the edge of the bed and she blows a strand away to look at him.
Wire rimmed glasses rest on his nose and above his glasses, she can see his brows furrowed in concentration. His shirt sleeves are rolled up neatly and the corded veins on his forearm bulge just a little with every moment of his quill that is moving faster than the golden snitch.
He makes one last scribble and drops his quill back into the ink pot. The chair creaks against the floorboard when he turns his body to face her.
“Cmhere then.” He says, giving her a crooked grin that makes her feel lightheaded. “You can sit on my lap while I grade these papers.”
Hearing that, her body automatically leaps off the bed and darts towards his desk. She worries that she looks way too thrilled to be close to him but he doesn’t seem to mind.
A lazy smile is pulling on the corners of his mouth and his arms are wide open in anticipation.
She is quick to sink into his lap, her legs straddling him as she gets comfortable. When satisfied, she curls up into his chest and her face on the crook of his neck.
Long fingers brush her spine in gentle strokes and all the restlessness inside of her is put to an ease. She can fall asleep like this. She can die like this. She doesn’t even care.
It's terrifying how he holds so much power over her.
“You can fall asleep.” He murmurs against her earlobe as if reading her mind. “I’ll carry you to bed if you do.”
When she was a little girl, she’d fall asleep on her living room sofa and wake up snug and comfortable in her own bed. For a while, she had convinced herself that she was teleporting .But now, when she looks back, a nostalgic kind of sadness washes over in high tides because having someone to carry you to bed when you fall asleep in random places is a luxury.
She’d fallen asleep with her books sprawled on the rug of his room while he was away at a faculty meeting yesterday. When she’d woken up, she found herself on the bed. As snug as a bug.
She knows she can trust Draco to put her to bed but sleep is not what she wants.
What she wants is no sleep.
What she wants is for him to cast the silencing spell on the walls of this room and take her on his desk again. She wants him to fuck her brains out all night long,
“Don’t fight the sleep, sweetheart.” He whispers into her ears, his voice softer than lullaby. “You’ve had a long day.”
“You would know.” She grumbles, her eyes still closed. “You gave us an enormous report to write and submit by the end of this week. Who does that?”
“So you haven’t started on the report, I assume.”
“Nope.”
“May I ask why?” He asks. This whole time, his other hand hasn’t stopped grading papers.
“Oh, I was hoping to further my academic career by sucking off my professor.” She sighs against his neck, shifting her hips a little to get more comfortable.
They both know she’s only joking but still, he drops his quill and cups her arse in his palm. “Is that so?” He asks, giving it a squeeze.
“But then I changed my mind.” She peppers kisses along his throat. “I’m going to get up early tomorrow to go to the library. I have some books in mind that might help with the report.”
“Good girl.” He chuckles and kisses the top of her head before resuming his grading. She can tell he’s not impressed with any of the tests that were turned in because he keeps clicking his tongue and cursing at Salazar Slytherin.
“That’s it.” He sighs, exasperated. “Another one of these stupid answers that miss the fucking point and I’m done with my teaching career.”
She giggles and cups his frowning face in her hands. Her thumbs gently smooth out his creased brows and she leans in to place a kiss on his lips before removing his glasses.
His blue-gray eyes are so vivid up close that it robs her off her breath. His pupils dilate when they focus on her and just knowing that she is the center of his attention makes her incredibly giddy.
“Take a break, Professor Malfoy.”
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Her voice is a soft silken caress on his heated skin. It feels like a crosswind, cooling him off and sedating him into a state of pure bliss.
“Can’t.” He replies, grabbing her firmly by the hips to still him when she starts to rub up against him.
He knows where this is going.
She’s a siren and the rhythm in which she grinds her hips is a siren song he isn’t capable of resisting.
“But I want you.” She says, her voice sounding like a near sob. “Look at how bad I want you, Draco.”
She holds his large hand in her small one and guides up her skirt. Slipping the fabric of her panties aside, she presses his hand against her clit.
“See?” She blinks her eyes so innocently at him that he loses it. She’s so wet her arousal is pooling down her inner thighs.
He allows his index finger to circle her clit and she arches her back in instant response.
“I need to finish grading those papers.” He says through his teeth, unsure if he’s telling her or reminding himself. His cock is jerking up, aroused at the wet sounds of her pussy and he has to will himself not to bend her on his desk and pound her till she is deliriously moaning his name.
“Please.” She is pleading now. The little brat is rolling her hips and chasing her orgasm by fucking herself on his fingers.
“Please what?” He asks, using his free hand to grip her arse to still her.
“Please, sir.” She chokes out, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She is right on the edge of her orgasm and the thought of her at his mercy gets him off.
There has always been this power dynamic at play since the very beginning. The imbalance of power is so prominent that he often wonders if he is corrupting her. Sometimes, he lies awake next to her after carrying her to bed and wonders if he is taking advantage of her.
But then she rolls to her side and snuggles up against him. She kisses his cheek and tells him that she loves him.
It’s always been about trust between them. He fucks her like a whore and runs her a hot bath afterwards. He massages her shoulders and gives her forehead kisses.
He just wants to take care of her. He wants to take her to dinner and buy her every stupid thing her heart desires.
“Are you going to come on my fingers, pretty girl?”
“Yes.” She moans, struggling to keep the friction going. When he looks at the desperation in her eyes, he wants to let her come but not before he punishes her for being bratty.
His hands strike her arse as she whimpers. “Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir.” She moans. “I want to come on your fingers.”
“Then come.” He growls, pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. He knows she needs that extra stimulation on her clit so he uses his thumb to rub steady circles on it.
She is almost there. Her eyes are rolling back and she is clenching his fingers inside her tight little hole. He increases his pace and she makes that little whimper she always makes before she comes.
“My girl is such a filthy fucking slut. Fucking herself on her Professor’s fingers.” His hands strike as arse again. “Imagine what everyone will say if they ever find out.”
She’s panting. She’s falling apart.
“That gets you off, doesn’t it?” He murmurs against her neck. “Everyone knowing what a filthy little whore you really are.”
Her orgasm crashes through her in multiple waves. With each passing wave, she trembles and cries out his name. When she’s spent he pushes the strands of hair from her sweaty forehead away and places a loving kiss on top.
She opens her eyes and looks at him expectantly. Her lips curl up into a pout and he has to stifle a laugh.
“What?” Draco arches a brow at her.
“You didn’t fuck me.” She huffs, post climax sleepiness already making her eyelids droopy.
Draco contemplates his options for a bit. If he fucks her now, he’ll have to go to class with ungraded papers tomorrow.
He reaches for his belt buckle and undoes his zipper. When his achingly hard cock springs free, she instantly looks more awake.
Draco kisses her softly and begins pumping his cock in his fist.
“Are you going to fuck me, now?” She asks.
“No.” He smirks, lifting her so he can push his cock inside her. Slowly, he feels her velvet walls suck him in. She is clawing at his back, moaning.
She frees her left hand and places it on the lowermost area of her stomach. “Here.” She sighs. “You’re all the way up here, Draco.”
“Fuck.” He groans. “I will never finish grading these fucking papers if you say things like that.”
“But it’s true.” She whispers, grinding her hips.
“Sit still” He says, stilling her for the third time that day. “Sit still and let me finish grading these papers while my cock is inside of you. Then I’ll fuck you just the way you want it.”
Her eyes dance, calculating the pros and cons of his proposal. “Fine.” She snaps and sinks back into his chest and closes her eyes.
Draco kisses her one last time and goes back to grading his papers. Ever so often, he pauses to rub her clit. She grits her teeth but stays true to her word. She does not move one bit.
By the time he grades his last paper, she is sniffling against the crook of his neck. His heart aches at the sight so he carries her to bed.
“I’m going to make it up to you, sweet heart.” He brings her hands up to his mouth. He kisses her knuckles and her fingers. “I’m going to make you feel good.”
She sniffles and nods in response.
Draco spreads her legs apart and takes his time licking her pussy. When he gets another orgasm out of her, he lines himself up against her entrance and she sucks her breath in anticipation.
“I love you, you know that?” He whispers into her ears when he sinks inside of her. When he rocks into her in slow steady strokes, she abandons all control and gives him the reins.
“I love you too, Draco.” Her breathy whisper tickles the side of his face.
The thing is, he’d do anything for her. His heart is at her mercy and he’s given her all the reins to his entire existence.
And even when he wraps his hand around the base of her throat, he knows this for a fact.
She’s in control.
She’s in control.
She’s in control.
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The Letter Pt. 2
Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem! reader
Warnings: She/Her pronouns used, Homophobia
Summary: Ellie and Y/N are in two very different social groups at school. One day when Y/N's crush is cruelly exposed in front of the whole school, Y/N is brutally shot down. Finally, four years later the two run into each other again.
(I changed it to four years so reader could go to college)
High School AU
Next part will probably be the last part. I'll probably upload it tmr.
Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3
*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist
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Ever since the assembly my life turned into hell. Ellie dropped me as a tutor and I was placed with some random guy who constantly reminded me of what happened. Kids snickered in the halls. Certain teachers would shoot me looks of disapproval. Kids I've never talked to stuffed church pamphlets into my locker or invited me to church.
It went on for the last few months of my senior year. Whenever any major event took place, Vivian was sure to point me out in the bleachers and remind everyone what happened.
It got to the point where I stopped going to assembly's
At least I had Dina and Jesse. They stood by me through it all. I don't know what would've happened without them.
Whenever I saw Ellie in the halls I dodged her. If I didn't, she'd clearly talk about me to her friends who'd snicker and agree.
That stupid fucking letter made my life hell.
-----Five Years Later-----
My car beeps as I lock it. I glance up at the familiar bright sign before quickly making my way into the supermarket.
Things have changed.
With one look around I can already tell they remodeled the place. I have no idea where any of the shit Dina sent me to get is.
I guess that's what I get for staying away so long. I honestly didn't plan on coming back but I miss Dina and Jesse. I fell horrible staying away all these years.
The store is mostly empty. I mean, who the fuck wants to be out at 11 o'clock at night.
I look around for one of the workers. There has to be someone here.
A small laugh catches my attention.
A long strip of smoke floats up into the air. As I walk closer to the register I start to notice a smell: weed.
" Um, hey. Can you help me? " I ask, peeking over the side of the register.
A head jumps up in surprise, bumping against the top of the checkout stand. " Fuck. " They mutter in surprise, rubbing their would with the hand not holding the joint.
" Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. "
The woman shakes her head, shoving her phone into her back pocket. She snuffs the joint out. " It's fine. " She reassures me, not looking up. " Just don't call my boss, yeah? Fuck, I can't get another write up. Fucking Kaylee with have my ass. " She mutters.
I smile at her disheveled appearance. She obviously wasn't planning on anyone coming in. " Chill, I'm not a rat. I don't care what you do. I just need some help finding some stuff. It's been a while since I've been here. " I hand her the list.
I glance over her hunched form. She nods. Her hair is messily pulled back into a half up bun. A light green vest covers some band tee.
I glance down at the the register.
My heart stops.
" Ellie? "
The womans' head snaps up in confusion. The confusion soon spreads to surprise. " Y-Y/N? Fuck, is that you? " Her poster straightens and her grip on my list becomes visibly tighter.
Ellie's face looks much more tired then in high school. She looks much more mature.
My emotions hit me like a brick wall. Every angry and sad feeling I went through senior year comes tumbling back. Every mocking sentence and rude word hits me like a ton of bricks. It feels like I'm going through it again.
At the same time seeing her activates the old crush I had. While my heart feels like it's being torn to shreds, my stomach does summer saults.
My jaw tightens and I reach for the paper. " I don't need your help. " I mutter. I'll be damned if I let her into my life again. Even if it's just for a few minutes. " I'll go to another store. "
Ellie steps back, holding my paper away. With a head shake, she responds. " What other store? It's fucking Jackson. We're the only store here. "
She's right. We both know it.
" Then...then I'll just get it myself. Give me my fucking list. " I hold out my hand.
" Can we please talk. " Ellie's brows are furrowed. " I- "
I roll my eyes. " I have no interest in talking to you, Williams. " I snap. " Fine, I'll fucking find everything without it. " I begin walking away.
" Fine! " Ellie's voice trails after me. " Look, you don't have to talk to me. "
Fuck, what the hell did I put on that list? Why the hell did I give it to her? Fuck fuck fuck.
I think I'm supposed to get mayo? Wait no. Why the fuck would I need Mayo?
" All you have to do is listen. Please, Y/N. I know I don't fucking deserve it after what I put you through-what I did, but please. Just give me a few minutes of your time. " Ellie begs.
I turn to the girl. She doesn't look like the confident girl I knew years ago. She looks...regretful?
I sigh. " Fine. You have three minutes. "
A small smile of relief flashes across Ellie's features. " Fuck, thank you. "
I nod stiffly, crossing my arms across my body.
" I was a fucking asshole in high school. " Ellie swallows. " I let my friends dictate the way I acted. All I wanted was to be popular. During Freshman year, I got bullied so I started playing a bunch of sports. I befriended a bunch of jocks and eventually a bunch of other assholes who hung around them. I became one of them. I was so fucking scared of losing my place in the group. " Ellie blushes slightly. She glances up at the ceiling, obviously not proud of what she's telling me.
" Anyways, I did a bunch of fucked up shit to stay with them. What I did to you was by far the fucking worst. " Her green eyes meet mine. " And I'm so fucking sorry. I really am. The day of the assembly Vivian came into the room and took your letter out of your sketch book. She didn't tell me what was in it. I knew it was fucked up whatever she was planning, but I didn't think it'd be that bad. I thought she'd just...I don't know...Show a not so great picture you drew off to the school-which is still a dick move-but I didn't know what she was planning. " Ellie nervously wrings her wrist.
" I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N. I was so cruel to you. So fucking mean. " Ellie looks up at me. " I knew what I was doing was wrong and I still did it. I could've said something to help but I-I didn't. I was a fucking coward and I'm so sorry. I think about it all the time. What if I was you? What if it had been me? What if I had been outed in front of the school? What if people treated me the way they had treated you? What if I treated me the way I treated you? I was so scared people would find out I'm gay. I wasn't ready for people to know. I guess...I guess I thought that if the attention was on you, I could continue sneaking around without people finding out. I can't hide forever though, Y/N. And these past few years I've realized just how bad you had it. I'm so sorry. I don't know if you can ever forgive me, but I understand if you can't. Honestly, if I were you, I fucking wouldn't. " Ellie's face is red from embarrassment and shame.
She was scared. She was scared of what people would think if they knew she was gay.
" I was scared, Ellie. I was so fucking scared. I didn't want anyone to know either. I never planned on giving you that note. It was a stupid crush. Even though I was scared, I never would've done that shit to you. I never would've talked shit about you in front of my friends or mocked you in public or at games. " I'm so torn. I don't know how I feel.
Ellie nods, closing her eyes. " Fuck, I'm sorry. "
" I don't hate you Ellie. "
" You don't? " Ellie's voice is surprised.
I shake my head. " No. I just don't know if I can trust you. You hurt me so much. "
Ellie thinks for a moment. " Maybe there's a way I can make it up to you. "
I cock my head to the side, slightly skeptical. " How? "
" How long are you in Jackson? " Ellie leans against a shelf.
" About a week, why? " I'm supposed to be hanging out with Dina and Jesse all week.
" Perfect. Give me five days. I promise, I'll fix what I fucked up. If I can't, you never have to talk to me or see me again. I swear to god I will never talk to you again if you want. Just give me a week. " Ellie's gaze is unmoving, much more confident then moments ago.
Should I trust her? What if she does something? Well she did just bare her fucking soul to me.
With a sigh I reply. " Fine. I'll give you a week. "
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Track 5: You’re On Your Own Kid
Jess Mariano
Summary. Jess falls in love just to leave everything behind for New York.
Warning. heartbreak. fluff. angst.
A whole town could fit in one room.
A room of over two thousand people yet I’m unamused by not one.
I swirled the cup in hand, some random red cherry drink that tastes like tart lemon.
I felt my seat shift as some guy, around my age, sat himself down.
I have seen him around town the past couple of weeks.
I have grown to learn not to interact with him, a trouble maker, he’s the new town gossip.
“Didn’t take you for one to party,” I sarcastically pointed to what seemed like anything but a party.
The room held a solid cold feel to it, a boring crowd.
“Don’t get the wrong idea,” he answered “Luke grounded me, feels like I’m on a tight leash.”
“What did you do?” I asked, sure am one for gossip.
“If I told you, you would probably police me like this whole shit town does” he refused, his eyes wandering around the room.
“I,” before I could reject his deception I was interrupted by Luke.
“Well, that’s my call, I’ll see you around”
The hot summer night air stilled around, too late for anyone to be out.
I lost track of time reading a new book I bought last night in the town square.
A door could be heard, slowly closing.
Jess, the boy from the party, slowly tip towed out of doose’s market with the open-closed sign in hand.
“Didn’t know doose’s closed up so late,” I said, surveying his figure.
He didn’t say anything, just kept walking.
I gasped “you were grounded for stealing, yet you do it again!”
It bothered me, the stoic unbothered feel he possessed so proudly.
“You read?” He asked, changing the subject to the book I had in hand.
“Yeah, I just finished this one,” I raised the book to my chest, “not that great, I mean the writing is moving, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t like what I was reading. I didn’t like the story line.” I walked a few steps ahead, “What about you? What do you do in this life of yours? You know, other than stealing towns.”
“And so I get policed on” he mumbled, stuffing the sign into his armpit.
I don’t say anything, I just walk to Luke’s diner to drop Jess off, assuming that’s his next destination.
“Well,” I gestured to Luke’s door, bidding him farewell “bye, Jess” I waved off.
“You know my name…” he said, slightly shocked, “what’s yours? only seems fair for the name thing to go both ways.”
He didn’t walk in, he stood by the door waiting for a reply.
His eyes bore holes into my skin, I felt myself burn.
“Good night Jess” I smiled, walking off.
“Good night,” he chuckled, waiting for me to walk away.
“New sign?” I asked Luke, sipping my coffee.
“New what?” Luke came back to my seat looking around to what I pointed to, not having heard me.
Jess appeared behind Luke’s back gesturing me to stop.
I smiled shaking my head “sign”
“New wha- oh my god, Jess!” He screamed, noticing the changed sign on the door.
“Yes uncle Luke?” Jess answered, putting down his notepad.
“When we open tomorrow that better be back to its place, and I better have my old sign!” He scolded, taking off his cap angrily walking towards the stairs, Jess following.
“If he grounds me again, your meat.” Jess seethed at me, turning his head to walk up the stairs.
“We’ll see,” I mumbled, taking long sips of my drink.
“Where is it?!” I can hear Luke’s voice upstairs rummaging through Jess’s belongings.
Jess could be heard lightly, the thick walls not conducting his voice that well.
It’s good that not a lot of people are in today, or this would’ve been very embarrassing.
“This, this, all of this! I thought we talked about this already! Return everything back, and pack your stuff, you're not staying here for long!” Luke screamed, running down the stairs and into the diner then out the door.
I felt bad, terrible actually.
I didn’t know that what Jess did was such a big deal, and I didn’t know what I said would impact him that much.
I pulled myself up and to the second floor where I could hear things being thrown here and there.
“Jess?” I whispered nervously knocking the door.
The sun was pouring out of the window behind him as he walked around the room pulling little trinkets and chucking them into his bag.
I felt my chest tighten, maybe it’s because I’m nervous he’s going to scream at me, maybe it’s because he looks so good right now, maybe because it’s the first time I see into his personal life.
Jess caught me staring, rolling his eyes as he stomped his way to me, but before he could put any word in I started rambling him out with apologies “I’m sorry Jess, I didn’t mean to. If I had known it was that big of a deal I wouldn’t have, I’m really sorry Jess, please forgive me.”
“It’s fine” Jess huffed, going back to pushing his belongings into a small duffel bag “it’s my fault, I’m the one who switched the sign and stole all these things”
“You can stay overnight if you want, I don’t mind really, my way of saying sorry,” I tried to fix what I did “and for all this, you should really put it back, I’ll help you”
“Thank you,” he sighed, stopping his movements “but I’m fine, I don’t need your help”
“Please Jess, we can eat pizza and watch a movie after,” I tried to persuade him “your pick.”
Jess swung his bag on his shoulders as he carried two trash bags of all the things he stole for the past couple of months.
He stepped out into the hallway with me “lead the way.”
The sun was near down and after such a long day we were both exusted, some more than others.
“Come on Jess, last stop.” I urged him on kocking on babettes door to return her gnome.
“No, I’m not knocking the door of some old woman’s house, that's how horror books start” he huffed, turning a corner.
“Babette is the sweetest, here I’ll knock” I pulled the statue from his hands as we walked up babettes patio.
I knocked the door three times as babettes ruffling could be heard from the other side, “wait, I’ll be there in a moment!”
“Oh hi dear, come in, come in” she paused in shock realizing why I’m here and what I’m holding “Pierpont, oh honey!” She exclaimed, pulling the gnome from my hand.
“Oh, thank you darling!” She pulled me in for a hug, pausing as she noticed Jess behind me.
She knew that he stole her gnome as she was fighting Luke the other day for him to return it.
“Your welcome” I smiled.
“Come in, I’ve made muffins!” She gushed, ushering me into her home.
“Oh no need to bother, we were just making a stop, maybe next time” I said, backing into the patio.
The sun had set and the town fell into a quietness again, just how I like it.
Jess and I walked side to side, the sound of our tapping feet on the pavement was the only thing to be heard.
“These are really good” Jess spoke up after a long silence.
“Yeah, Babettes muffins are the best! I visit her every two weeks and she always sends me home with a batch, maybe next time you can visit her with me.”
He hummed in response, opening the small gate for me to walk through.
“My parents are still home and if they knew I’m having a boy over they would probably skin me alive” I said, walking him to the side of the house, where my window could be seen.
“Climb up this tree, that’s my room right there” I said, pointing to my window as he nodded.
I pulled away his duffle bag to carry it inside “don’t fall!”
“You have boys here often?” Jess asked, chewing a piece of pizza.
The movie could be heard in the background but it was some horrible romcom and we both had gotten bored 15 minutes in.
“Nope, what made you think that?” I asked, sipping my soda.
“You just seem experienced with the escape route.”
“Oh..it’s nothing like that, I just don’t like staying home that much, I use that tree to get out myself.”
“To read?” He asked.
“Mostly, yes, to read.” I got off the floor while I gathered the pizza box to throw out.
Jess sat in the middle of the floor, so out of place, in a room that was a filled with pastel pinks and ruffles and lace.
His leather jacket was thrown on my pink comforter and I felt my chest tighten.
He looked so out of place yet so perfect like he belonged here.
“You didn’t answer me last time, what do you enjoy doing?” I asked.
“I like music, and reading as well,” he answered.
“What do you like reading?”
“I like the classics, Hemingway,” he started rambling on about movies and books and music but couldn’t hear anything.
I felt like I was flouting between what’s real and what’s fake.
“I have wanted to read that book.” I say as soon as I hear him saying the name of a random book.
I never wanted to read that book.
But now that he has read it I wanted to read it too.
This feels like a dream.
Jess inside my room feels like a dream.
He stopped talking as he stared at me like I did him, it felt like being caught.
“Where did you live before stars hollow?” I asked again.
“New York, with my mom.” he mumbled.
I get the feeling that he doesn’t talk about this normally.
The sun poured into my room in soft rays.
“Jess?” I lazily mumbled, looking around the room for him.
His jacket is gone and so is his bag.
He probably left before I could wake up.
I screamed, stuffing my face into my pillow.
I haven’t seen Jess for a while now.
I wait patently, it’s okay we were the best of friends.
I dropped by the diner regularly for the past week looking for him but he is never there.
I even asked Luke a couple of times and I always earn a: why would I know where that kid ever is!?
Although three days ago I found the book he was talking about on my desk, annotated.
That book is the only thing holding me back from running around town looking for the trouble maker.
I’ve finished the book Jess gave me but I still haven’t seen him to thank him for it or even talk about anything else.
I can’t forget about his scent or his leather jacket.
I can’t forget about the way he talks or his laugh.
My every thought is consumed by his being.
A few months passed and I found myself standing in the corner of another lame town party.
I swirl my drink in hand, a sweet lime juice this time.
A room of over two thousand people yet I’m on the tip of my toes looking for one in particular.
I search the part of better bodies just to learn that he would never care, just to learn that my dreams aren’t there, aren’t here with me.
“Didn’t take you for one to party” his voice sounds like a godsend.
“Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m only here for this boy” I smiled, “5’9, brown hair, leather jacket, looks like he could bite you.”
Jess didn’t say anything.
He just stood a foot away from me, staring at my face.
“I missed you” I said softly.
“Missed you more” he smiled, wrinkling the corner of his eyes.
I hugged him tightly, inhaling the smell of cigarettes, cheap cologne, and rain.
The leather jacket I’ve dreamed oh so much of crinkled between my fingers.
“Where have you been!” I pushed him away to look into his eyes.
“I went back to New York. Did you like the book?” He asked.
“Yeah I did, piece of art.” I noticed Patty and Babette whispering while pointing at us, once they caught my eye they pretended that the ceiling was more interesting " Do you wanna walk outside?” I asked searching his face for any indication that he knows where I’m leading him to.
“Sure, let’s go.”
We talked about the weather and the music, his trip to New York and where he’s staying, his school and reading patterns, new town gossip and Babettes muffins, my new cat and his uncle, the stars and aliens, literature and artificial intelligence.
I returned to the same spot I saw him.
I sat on the same bench, in the same room I had met Jess six months ago.
I stared into his eyes as he breathed out knowingly.
He knew.
He knew why I missed him.
He knew why my cheeks were always pink.
He knew that my heart felt heavy.
He knew that I fell in love with him.
For the first time, I took a leap of faith, I kissed him.
He pulled away, stilling the air around us.
I looked into his eyes, panicking, looking for any indication that he isn’t interested, he doesn’t want this, he is disgusted by me, I had ruined what we had.
And for the first time, Jess Mariano kissed me like the whole world depended on it.
Jess kissed me like all of the books I read.
Jess kissed me like I never thought anyone ever would.
Jess kissed me and I felt the way one feels looking at a great painting, complete.
We were forced to push away, breathing for air.
“You better not leave again” I gasped as he went back in for more.
I felt light headed like I could fly.
“I’m leaving tomorrow,” he breathed against my lips. “maybe you can come with me.”
“Jess, don’t leave, not yet, please” I pleaded.
I can’t have my heart ache for him again, not again.
“I have to, I have work” he sighed, playing with my fingers.
“Jess please” I muttered looking at our intertwined fingers.
“I’ll take you out on a date, I’ll call you every day at 8 PM and I’ll visit whenever I can.” He assured me.
“I’ll miss you,” I snuggled up to him gloomily.
“Hey, don’t be like that” he groaned, pulling me closer.
And so I filled my nights in a parking lot, planning on running away every single time.
I read books I know he likes and I listen to songs I know he listens to.
I sleep every night waiting for him, wishing one day I could join him in such a big city like New York.
It’s 8 PM again, I touch my phone as it fits his face.
The rain was pouring heavily, as the heavy raindrops could be heard tapping on the window.
And the sound of heavy knocking and door bells.
I was left home alone, studying.
The knocking and ringing didn't stop, only proceeding to be more frantic as I started walking down the stairs.
I contemplated opening the door.
It is a small town anyways who would want to murder me.
I pulled open the door as a very rain soaked, heavily breathing, flushed Jess stood in front of me.
The last time I saw him was the night of our first kiss.
I wasn't prepared to sit face to face with him again.
I wasn't prepared to talk with him again.
Everytime I rang him up the other line would go dead.
Everytime I stood in front of the bus contemplating on whether to get a ticket or not I feel unfulfilled in doing so.
I return home, sit in my bed, and read his annotations.
I would think of him, trying to put together the way he used to talk, how his voice sounds, how he looks.
But here he is, Jess in all his glory.
His hair stuck to his forehead.
His clothes hung to his body, dark and heavy.
His face was flushed with color and feelings and emotions.
I frown, my heart breaking as I went to close the door “I tried,” he sighed out.
“I tried,” he said again, pushing the door open with the palm of his hand, “to forget about you, about this.” He breathed out.
“I was scared every time you called.” He spoke without breaking eye contact, not even for a split second.
“I’m terrible at this type of stuff. I get terrified at the thought of you, of what we could have.” He said in a fast pace, fitting everything in one breath “but I want this, as much as I tried to refrain myself. I always go back to you, like the water I drink, like the air I breathe” and he says he’s not a romantic.
This time around it was his turn, his leap of faith.
He pushed forwards, placing his lips on mine.
Suddenly pulling away, he searched for approval in my eyes.
I kissed him back just as passionate as he just did, maybe even more.
I pushed him on to the shoe rack as he tripped, laughing while he did.
“Bout’ time you let me into your front door.” He smiled.
“Jess, do you want to go upstairs?” I asked as he looked at me in surprise.
“Oh come on, don't get too excited '' I laughed, pulling him upward onto his feet again.
I breathed in the autumn New York City breeze.
I called a taxi to take me there.
After giving the location of Jesse’s apartment, I looked out the window.
I wonder why Jess loves this town so much.
My knees were bouncing, I felt nervous.
The clock read 7:48 PM, nearly 8.
I stepped out of the taxi into New York.
Into the place in Jess’s heart.
I walked up the stairs rather than the elevator, I had time to kill.
Finding his door was easy, but waiting till it hit 8 wasn’t.
When this time came, I rang the doorbell, the feeling of excitement building up in my chest.
But Jess wasn’t the one to open the door.
Rory, the girl I know oh so well, stood in front of me, shocked to see me here.
“Jess, someone’s out to see you,” my dreams are not rare.
“No, that’s um- that’s fine, I’ll be on my way.” I left the hallway in disbelief.
And in the loud city of New York, I could hear Jess’s voice aloud calling out for me.
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Why is Diluc so attractive? A list of headcanons...
Since my friend is writing fics about Genshin men and is working on knowing them better + looking for more ideas, I came up a list of headcanons of Diluc and hopefully it will be an inspiration.
However, I suddenly found it’s surprisingly enjoyable to read them and it might be an good idea for me to post them here. Just to share my random thoughts/fantasies about Diluc as a faithful simp and hopefully to give people ideas for writing :)
Please note:
Most of them are implied🔞 so minors who are under 18 please respect yourselves and stop reading under the cut.
The only pronoun I used is "you" without specifying the gender. However, I wrote them in a fem! reader's POV (aka my POV). So basically it was me who are talking about Diluc to myself.
These headcanons are 100% based on my own fantasies and interpretations about Diluc. All of them are extremely PERSONAL. If you don't like them, it's fine and I respect whatever opinions you have. Just simply exit the post, but please don't be rude.
If you are okay with the above, please enjoy :)
Maid kink: He is so damn calm with all his maids in the winery but somehow gets aroused when seeing you in the maid outfit. Hmmm is that the reason why he has so many spare maid outfits in the storage...?
He’s busy but still a MAN so sometimes he fantasize about you and does SOME STUFF on his own to de-stress. He thinks you don't know about it but what if you actually do?
He likes to tie (and to be tied up by a certain someone maybe?) so he has a whole collection of belts, thigh straps, chains and other straps maybe idk (for himself or who knows…)
He takes care of his hair very well so they are fluffy all the time but does he know that his ponytail is so grabbable…? Imagine how his face will look like when you grab his fluffy red hair during your intimacies...
He likes to kiss you and to be kissed by you, very much. But when you kiss him with a whole bunch of people that both of you know he gets so shy. Try to tease and kiss the bartender and then do the same when only you two are in the tavern…You better be prepared.
This is very personal but Diluc exploring and fighting in Dragonspine just gets you all the time without any reasons. He creates flame and heat that will melt every inch of snow and ice. He usually wears black + along with his red hair flying in the snow and wind just makes the most beautiful scenery in all over teyvat… He’s gonna be so warm and bright and sure he wouldn’t mind making you warm OR you making him warmER in the way you both like.
Being born and raised in one of the prestigious aristocratic clans in Mondstadt, Diluc is very good at dancing and knows very well of those manners. But do you know he can sing as well? He would sing for you and dance with you, making you falling into his arms with his comforting voice. Someone said the song Sway is sang by Diluc and now you cannot unhear it…
Sometimes you think Diluc is wearing too many layers especially in the summer. Isn’t he hot??? But you also know that he would only wear a shirt with the buttons half done when not being in public or meeting guests and that’s so sexy of him??
He also wouldn’t mind you take his formal clothes off, destroy the rest of the buttons of his shirt (he has tons of them anyway), splash wine on his clothes or on him….and he would do the same to you afterwards.
Another one for the outfits he wears: The bartender attire! The gloves are not covering his wrists like what they are in his usual outfits and that’s so attractive to you. In addition the suits and the vest fit him so well and you can see the shape of his body. Just try to grab his uncovered wrist and pull off his glove when he handles the drinks to you…Will he be mad at you?
Okay you need to STOP fantasizing over his outfits and accessories but one last thing: His thigh straps. Diluc wears that in literally ANY of his outfit. You can’t help but wonder how he puts on and takes off that thing everyday…Hmmm how about sliding your hand into it and give it a try?
Diluc can swing his claymore (which is even bigger than himself) using only one hand. You are always amazing by how strong he is despite he never looks like he is strong. I mean just look at how slim and pretty he is. You wonder what it feels like to be pinned down by those slim-look yet secretly muscular arms.
Despite not being fond of alcohol, Diluc still enjoys making different drinks. He created a special drink just for you and told you if you forget the taste of it, he’d love to make it for you over and over again, anywhere and anytime. But guess what, this man loves teasing you and he will just drink it in front of you so there will be only one way for you to taste it.
#genshin impact#genshin#genshin headcanons#genshin x reader#diluc#diluc ragnvindr#diluc x reader#diluc ragnivindr x reader
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✪ | Teen!Dean Winchester x Reader.
\❦\ Summary : You're Dean's bestfriend since birth and as you two grew up, you always stuck around each other, so when he started hunting you always went with him, the passenger seat reserved just for you. Spending so much time with him lend you to grow some feelings for him, but you're always uncertain about him reciprocating.Maybe the day that something will change finally came.
!!! Warnings : None, it's my first fanfic ever, there's just a kiss, it's kinda fluff, just indulging fantasy, it's a slight scribble, my first little written post here on Tumblr, and since I'm new, if you read this you could leave a comment or something, maybe even some advices<3, I'm thinking about writing a few more scenarios maybe even start a series about Teen!Dean. Thank you so much love. Have a good reading, indulge! Stay frosty!
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4:54.
Dean liked that time of the morning, sometimes, when the sun shined brighter than the usual, pouring into the motel room from the half closed curtains, falling over the bed and wrapping everything in a warm yellow hue.
He liked getting up early on those days, carefully laying your head, nuzzled into his chest, back on the pillow and slipping out of the creaky wooden bed, as silent as possible in order to not wake you up.
He'd get clean, shower, shave, exercise a bit and scribble down a few notes for the day, make a few calls to Sammy bored at home, whining about how he wants to come hunting with you and him on the next case.
Dean comes to a stop when he catches a glimpse of your asleep face, how you shine under the sun directly falling over you, peaceful and quiet.
You two met back when you were little, he was a boyish kid, sprayed with strong freckles in the summer and a big grin with missing teeth. He shoved you off the swing on a random afternoon at the kids park, and when you started crying he helped you up, gave you one of his random car toy and declared himself to be your bestfriend.
After that day he took really seriously his job, always bringing you silly stuff , then school came in, and you did everything together, homework, group projects, playing out, everything really, where Dean was, y/n was too.
You discovered his parents shady work soon enough, on a winter evening, when John came back home covered in blood.
You learnt the way, holding onto Dean hands, taking steps together, as much to John's disdain, you learnt the hunter way, and Dean always defended you whenever John came up with stupid shit against you.
He never left you behind, always bringing you to hunt with him, always having your back, and you in the meanwhile...fell.
"Y/n..."He called out your name and you stirred up with a slight groan, dragged out of your sleep, eyes slowly blinking open as you searched for Dean.
Who can you blame? Dean is so easy to love, and you have him around you all of the time.
"When did you left the bed?" you mumbled, eyebrows furrowing, sitting up and giving yourself a moment to get aware of your surroundings, but immediately leaning onto his hand as he combed his fingers through your messy hair, chuckling just slightly.
Maybe you're misunderstanding these affectionate gestures, maybe he's just being platonic, just your bestfriend since birth, maybe he doesn't like you back.
"Didn't wanted to wake up, it was too early."
Yet he always manages to makes you feel that familiar warmth in your guts when you stare at his face, and feel his touch, the bright sun making you recognize a few golden flicks of color in his apple green iris, and you can't stop your feelings.
You want to be the only one to have enough time and light to be able to notice those details, you want to he Dean's one and only.
Dean notices the silence and raises an eyebrow, frowning confused, he knows you well enough, and yet, you ask yourself why he doesn't catch on your feelings.
"M'fine." You crack him a smile, and after leaving the motel the drive is weirdly uncomfortable, air thick with misunderstood tension.
"What are you doing?" you raised your head from your hands, heart spiking up, yet frowning when he suddenly pulled over in a long abandoned way at the start of a forest, in the middle of nowhere.Dean killed the engine and gave you his best serious face, turning to you.
"What's going on with you? You're acting so out of yourself and I---don't understand what's wrong? Is it me? Did I do something wrong or what?---"
He expressed himself with hasty and frustrated hands gestures, stuttering even, it was unusual of him, it made you hold your breath as you listened to him babbling.
"I'm---"
"Don't bullshit me, m'not stupid, what now, you don't trust me anymore?"
The situation got you blocked worse than ever, it was now or never, because he's not going to believe to any excuse you make up, and if you confess it could either end good or ruin your friendship forever.
Dean's eyes drilled into yours and he gripped the steering wheel of the precious Impala he got from John a few weeks ago after turning legal, he pursed his lips, eyebrows furrowing together, and he almost seemed to start to get angry because you opened and closed your mouth like a fish, not uttering a word.
He dropped his shoulders disappointed after a few seconds of silence, staring at his shoes as he turned Baby back on, and before you realized it, you had one hand fisting his hair and the other one holding his nape.
Your lips met.
You couldn't stand how he pried his eyes off you, maybe you wanted that attention of his forever, for yourself only, maybe you wanted to be selfish.
Dean tensed up but didn't hesitated, hands flying from his keys straight to your waist, holding you almost possessively as he tilted his head, knocking your nose softly together as he deepened the kiss.
When you two pulled apart a few seconds passed just by watching each other in silence with wide eyes.
"I love you too I guess?..." Dean muttered and you couldn't help but giggle a bit, nodding.
"I love you Dean." You giggled more as he pulled you in another kiss.
Maybe today was a good day, maybe something's horrible it's waiting for you two later, but right now it doesn't matter.
Dean Winchester loves you back, with no maybe.
___thanks for reading!✮⋆˙
S.K.
#dean winchester#supernatural#supernatural x you#dean winchester x you#fanfic#youth#x reader#female reader#teen reader#teen dean winchester#dean winchester one shot#dean winchester imagine
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Alright I'm sick of the vagueposting because apparently some of you can't talk about how they really feel to people. You know, like adults.
First point. If you actually think I purposely plagiarised a fic idea, honestly just block me and fuck off so I never have to see you again. I've put far too much mental and emotional energy into this fandom to be disrespected like that, especially to then have my character attacked in such a ironically sly way on a public forum. Coming from people who have previously admonished others for vagueposting, that's pretty fucking hypocritical. I don't care enough to try to fix any sort of relationship I had with the person, since they made it pretty clear what they thought of me.
I'm a generally good person and I'm not going to let some random on the internet tell me otherwise.
In the interest of clearing up the plagiarism allegation whatever the fuck that's about, I'll say that I've never actually read the so-called plagiarised fic, and barely interacted with any public posts about it's conception. I actually do not want to, especially since I have many, many ideas and headcanons for Azkaban and HP/HL in general having been a Wizarding World fan for literally most of my life and that's what I'm interested in writing about. I don't tend to crowdsource my ideas and rarely post about what I'm writing about. As far as I can tell the only crossover is Azkaban and a degree of angst, and if that's actually it then you need to re-evaluate why the hell you're even in a fandom.
Amazingly since we're drawing on common source material there will no doubt be overlap. I'm also not going to wait months for the other fic to be finished because...why? It's not a fucking competition. If you must know, mine was loosely based on an idea I had for Garrinis which also involved Azkaban and a dark MC, which I had last Summer.
There's been so much drama in this fandom lately it's quite honestly ridiculous, and nobody seems to be able to talk to anyone else without public bashing. If you don't like what someone else is doing or saying, shutup and move on or talk to them. An incredible concept, I know. I had a disagreement a couple of weeks ago, I talked to the person, and we're totally fine and she's one of my favourite people in this fandom.
I'm aware this post might just crash and burn my reputation as much as the bullshit allegations but you know what I do not care anymore. Yes I'm aware that I'm not exactly helping with this post but my god I'm just angry and some things just need saying. I don't make a habit of doing stuff like this and am generally quite nonconfrontational.
Sometimes I do wonder why I'm still here and have concluded that it's probably a sunk cost fallacy, yet I'm here because I'm stubborn and despite all this shit I still love the characters enough to want to tell stories about them. Writing brings (brought) me a lot of joy, and I've finally decided to try doing it 'properly' but my god this toxicity needs to stop because this is exactly what stifles creativity, drives people away and kills fandoms.
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awww I really liked the writing about "✉️" of the event I would like to request that for nayuta and hajun with a reader fem! plss (๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝*
Writer’s corner: Hey!! I'm so glad you appreciated it! I hope you will forgive me for being late at answering your request, sweetheart! qwq Of course I can do one with our dear Nayuta and our sadistic prince Hajun! I hope you will like it and, if you don't, please, tell me what you'd like me to fix or change! ♥ Enjoy and have a fantastic summer~!
mc's pronouns: SHE/HER (FEM!reader)
Warnings: none, just sfw and cute stuff♥
☀️𝐍𝐚𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐮𝐧☀️𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐜
✉️: if they went on vacation, what kind of postcard they would send mc (R)
☀️Nayuta felt a strange feeling inside when he realized he would have been away from his usual slum-apartment and especially from you. As he has always been kind of serious and dry towards people around him, he cannot really hide his anxiety and slight sadness to you. Just while you were helping him preparing his luggage, Nayuta was sitting on the futon, with his big eyes fixed on you. You could see his puppy eyes sparkling softly and his throat occasionally letting some deep sighs. "What's wrong,my sweet boo?", you smiled warmly at him while folding some of his t-shirts and putting them into his suitcase. He sighed again and looked away: "You really can't come with me..?", you heard his low voice almost hushed. What you could only do was to look at his cute figure and smiled warmly: "Don't worry, Nayu.. It's only for a week. You'll see how fun it will be! And.. you know, you're not alone! Your brother is coming with you." As you spoke he turned and looked at you: "I want you to accompany me."... Those words surprised you and made your cheeks go redder.
☀️After his words, you decided to reassure him and the following day you saw him and Kanata getting on the bus and disappearing behind the corner's street. You felt how anxious both looked, especially because they had never been away from their slum, nor away from the city itself. But you smiled at yourself. "They need it.. I hope they will have fun and relax while away.", you said to yourself. Of course you started missing both Nayuta and Kanata, but you could see how usual Nayuta sent you texts like random: "I love you", or "I miss you", or even.. "Here sucks without you." You couldn't help but chuckle at reading his random texts or seeing his random pics. He even sent you a pic while laying on the bed and Kanata snoring in the background. One day, though, something surprised you, as you received a postcard from Nayuta, your sweet boo:
"Y/n, sweetie..
It's the first time I try to send a postcard, so I hope I didn't miss anything up. Why did I send it even if I texted you online? I don't know... You know when you told me to have fun? Well.. even if I'm on vacation with my brother, and even if I have never been on vacation before, nor saw all these beautiful places outside my city, well... I cannot have fun if you're not beside me! I cannot help, but think about you all day and all night. Like.. What is she doing? What has she done today? Is she happy?.. I didn't believe in love before meeting you, but... now I do because I have you and only when you're beside me I can say to be truly and fully happy... It sounds too wholesome, maybe too much, but I don't care. I just can't wait to come back, only for you. I miss you.
Nayuta."
☀️When Hajun got that he had to go on a trip with BAE, he looked happy at first. But when he got that you wouldn't have gone with the three of them, he changed his expression to one of sadness. The idea of going on a trip and being away from you kind of made him sad and especially concerned. You would have stayed at their apartment while they were away and Hajun spent all the last days buying a lot of stuff for you, like your favourite snacks and meals. Even if sometimes sadistic, he really cares about his friends, and especially about you. "Darling, I've also bought some chips and snacks, in case you want to watch a movie at night..!". You smiled at him, happy to see how caring he was behaving. You could see a soft fear in his eyes, a fear that he was able to hide but you could still see. So you got the chance, when you both were alone and he was preparing his own luggage: "Hajun.. It will be a short vacation. I won't forget you", you said chuckling surprising him. As his eyes met yours, you could see how reassuring your words were to him. He hugged you tightly and whispered to your ear: "I love you..."
☀️The following day you waved at him, Allen and Anne as you could feel Allen's and Anne's excitement for the vacation. Hajun tried to keep his usual confident and prince-like behaviour, but his eyes kept following your figure, especially after getting on the bus. He waved at you smiling especially after seeing your lips moving to form the words: "I love you.". The following day you missed cuddling with Hajun, but you even laid and slept on his bed when you felt like missing him a lot. You even checked online if he even sent you any text. Of course he didn't, actually. But one day you received a postcard from him, with some pictures of him buying ice-creams and cute stuff with BAE:
"Darling,
How are you doing, my love? I'm sorry for not texting you, but will you believe me if I tell you that Anne did a huge mess in the kitchen while trying to help me and Allen cooking? Also I didn't text you actually because I wanted you to miss me... Did I manage to get you all sad for missing me~? By the way I hope that you're safe and fine at home. We're doing great here, even if it's not the same without you and your adorable clumsiness.. I bought something for you. I'll give you once come back~ I miss you too, darling.♥
Hajun."
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I haven't really been posting about the IDW comics on here recently - the ask box being off means I don't get asked for my Hot Takes every issue. But I am, of course, still keeping up with them. I've been really enjoying this period of shorter stories jumping between a wider variety of characters (including the return of backup stories, finally!!!), as well as the juicy melodrama of Mimic infiltrating the Diamond Cutters. Good stuff with lots of good character moments throughout. And the Amy special was very cute. And the 900th Adventure was fun, even if I did think it was let down a bit by ending on its weakest segment after how creative a lot of the middle segments were.
Unfortunately, despite looking forward to it, I found the new Halloween Special about the Chaotix pretty underwhelming. I'm curious if anyone feels the same way. (read more for spoilers)
It feels very... kiddy-ish? I know Sonic is always for kids, obviously, but the IDW comics have pushed dark and spooky stuff quite a bit between arcs like the Metal Virus and Scrapnik Island, so I guess it stands out that the actual Halloween issue is an extremely low-stakes story about stolen candy without even, like, a cool spooky robot or some ghosts or a haunted house or something. Before long we learn that the villains are just other random kids who came up with a scheme to steal candy. They get a very blunt moral about sharing and not taking things that don't belong to you, really cementing the feeling that it was written for a younger audience than most of the other IDW comics.
The Endless Summer special was also very light in tone and low in stakes, though (even if that issue also had some character development for Jewel that felt like it gave it a bit more meat). Similarly, that special lacked any villains, instead using the Babylon Rogues as a nuisance on the beach and having the heroes make peace with them by the end. So I kind of suspect that these seasonal one-shots are intentionally being written for a younger audience, especially younger kids who might not be following the rest of the comics but might be swayed to buy a one-shot with the words "Sonic" and "Halloween" on the cover. I do feel like new writer Mark Bouchard captured the characters' voices well, though - I really love the exchange between the Chaotix on the very first page - so I'm hoping they can come back and write some more Sonic stuff that lands better for me.
Oh wait no the actual worst thing about the Halloween special is that everyone else gets to have a fun costume (Tails gets an absolutely incredible line about his that I won't spoil)... but Sonic doesn't! No costume for Sonic! He doesn't even get a line about him "going as himself" or anything to acknowledge it or turn it into a joke. I can only assume corporate interfered here.
The main series issue that dropped simultaneously (#65) was very good, though. Many, many incredible Knuckles faces courtesy of Mauro. So it's hard to stay disappointed.
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writeblr comeback!! (for real this time!!)
hello (again), marina here! i am back from another long break, and this time i am determined to rejoin the writeblr community properly, because i really truly missed it here!
it's been a couple months since i've been here, and there have been a couple of changes in my life and to the way i want to run this blog, so i thought i'd give an update to anyone who might still remember me and maybe get to know some new writers! <3
who am i?
i am marina/mina, 27, from austria. i've been on writeblr for quite some time now, but had to take a break due to work and uni being really demanding, and also my personal life kinda falling apart lol. but i've realised once more that writing is one of the things that give my life meaning and stability, and i want and need to reconnect with it.
i work full-time and am still finishing up my degree, so i'm quite a busy bee. nevertheless, with uni summer break just around the corner, i want to spend more time writing and finding inspiration here!
some random interests of mine: philosophy, linguistics, the beauty of greece, musicals, folk songs and folklore, horses, and formula 1. what a list.
what do i write?
i have put all of my previous wip on hold because i had no time to work on them at all the last few months. right now i am in the worldbuilding phase of a new fantasy story (it takes some elements from children of the king but will go in quite a different direction! there's robots in it now!!) i want to take working on this new wip really really slow though. i've spent the last couple months feeling horribly burnt out and don't want to push myself around so much anymore. so while a proper intro post will have to wait for a bit, i'll still share some of the stuff that's floating around in my head and can't wait to get to know other people's wips again!!
i want to try my hand at writing poetry and flash fiction! it's not something i've dabbled with a lot in the past, but i really want to expand my horizons!
i have read quite a lot this year and would like to share some reviews / media analysis as well!
things i love to write and read....
all kinds of fantasy, anything that includes vampires, grief and healing and not-healing from it, characters who make all the wrong choices, questions of identity, queerness, and love.
if any of that vibes with you, let's be friends pls!!
i'd love to be part of the community again, and i love talking about reading / writing / just about anything so pls never hesitate to send me a message if you wanna chat <3 i also love to do tag and ask games, but it might take me a while to get to it!
thank you for reading, and thank you all for being such a lovely community here! i'm back babyyyy
#hello!! it's really me!! i am back!! (and very sorry it took so long but life has been Messy)#since it's been literal months and a lot has changed i thought i'd update my writeblr intro a bit#for everyone who still knows me and hopefully some new faces too!#i'm very happy to be back again!#writeblr intro#writers on tumblr#writing community
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Hello! I was wondering if you could perhaps write a calamity trio x reader? More specifically, what would happen if all of the girls had a crush on the same person?
Omg yes this is such a cute idea :0 (sorry the reader won’t really be the focus 😅 it’s an Anne pov, and Marcy and Sash are still very much in it)
Warnings: none
Relationships: they have a crush on you👀
Anne, Sasha, and Marcy had grown more after returning from Amphibia— they had at least another year until Marcy had to move, as her disappearance had prompted her parents to put their plans on hold for a few months, meaning she could stay in California the time being— but even though the three of them were no longer geographically torn apart, conflicting schedules meant that they hardly had time to spend together.
However, now that the trio had begun the new school year, life had been going pretty well. The pestering questions from other students and even teachers were annoying, but easy to get used to. Things felt normal again.
Anne loved her friends a lot, but she also wanted to expand her circle a bit. That was kind of hard when everyone knew her as the superhero girl who defended the city from robots last summer, but her adventures in Amphibia had given her nothing if not tenacity.
Finally, after a month or so of having no one to hang out with during school, she met someone new. Someone who hadn’t seen her destroy a fleet of robots on live television over the summer.
Anne only had two classes with you, and you had separate lunch periods, but that was perfectly fine. You had sat together in class every day since you first started school there, and Anne had quickly made a habit of texting you often. Photos of Domino, memes, random thoughts— she found every excuse to text you. She even took a few cute selfies with you! Overall, your fast friendship was wonderful.
Weeks into this new friendship, however, Anne was beginning to realize something. Her feelings for you were… changing. She didn’t used to struggle with eye contact when you complimented her. She had never before turned into a blushing mess just from a hug. Suddenly, your every action had her overthinking.
“Anne? Are you listening?” An amused voice broke through her thoughts.
Anne looked up to see you staring at her, confused. “Oh, haha— sorry I was just zoning out.” Anne said, face burning. “What did you say?”
“I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the library after school to work on our group project.” You asked.
“Yeah totally!” Anne answered quickly. This is the first time they’ve invited me to hang out outside of school!
“Wait— I mean, I’d love to… but I have plans already. Sorry.” Anne said, frowning. She had forgotten that she and her other two friends were going to be hanging out all afternoon, and even sleeping over at Marcy’s house.
“That’s alright. how about Sunday? It’s due on Monday, you know.” You said with a little laugh.
Anne groaned. “I know, sorry. That sounds good, you can come to my place.”
“I’ll text you, okay?” You smiled as you stood up to put away your notebook and pencil. Anne hid her face; you thought it was funny, but really she was hiding how your sweet smile always made her blush.
Anne needed advice.
Marcy and Sasha were engrossed in conversation (something about a manga they both read; Anne didn’t quite know), but Anne was distracted. She sat on Marcy’s bed, scrolling through her album of selfies with you.
“Anyway, I’m going to get some snacks and change into my pajamas. You guys get comfy too!” Marcy said, plugging her phone into the charger by her bedside table.
Anne waited for Marcy to close the door before she unzipped her backpack and pulled out her overnight stuff.
“So how are you doing? It’s been a while since we’ve hung out.” Sasha made conversation while she walked into the adjoining bathroom to change.
Anne sighed. “Nothing bad,” she started, quickly pulling on her pajamas. It was just a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, nothing like Sasha’s cute matching sweatsuit. Anne wondered if you would think she looked cute if she dressed up. “…I’m just a little… I don’t know. I feel kind of weird.”
“Well what’s up, girl? Having bad dreams again?” Sasha re-entered the room, taking out her ponytail, and lie down on Marcy’s queen sized bed.
Anne smiled softly to herself, getting lost in thought for a moment. She loved how Sasha was always so worried about her. Back when they had just barely gotten home from Amphibia, Sasha would stay up on the phone with Anne all night while she cried. Sometimes she was missing the Plantars, sometimes she was convinced one of Andrias’s robots was after her again, sometimes she was having a panic attack thinking about her own inevitable death— no matter how long it took, Sasha was always there.
“Anne?”
“No, I’m fine.” Anne said, a little embarrassed. She sat back against the headboard. “Just normal teenager things.”
“Great,” Sasha said, smiling and closing her eyes. “Can’t get enough of that. Lay it on me.” She said, getting comfy.
Anne laughed. Marcy walked back in the room, making her jump. Her heart was already in her throat, beating hard from the nerves of talking about her feelings (however roundabout).
“Hey guys! Sorry it took me a minute, I accidentally spilled the first bowl of chips.” Marcy said, shrugging. Sasha stood up and took a bag of candy from her arms, which were full of snack food.
“I’m surprised you didn’t drop more, with how much you’re carrying.” She replied, kicking a pillow out of the way so she could sit down on the plush carpet.
Marcy laughed. “Anyway, what are you guys talking about?” She said, relaxing on the beanbag chair next to the outlet where her phone was charging. She put the arm full of snacks on the ground between her and Sasha.
Sasha looked at Anne, waiting for her to answer.
“Oh, haha, I just wanted some advice.” She blushed. “I think I might… have a crush on someone.” She looked away, laughing awkwardly while Sasha and Marcy freaked out.
“Oh my god, that’s great!” Sasha smiled widely.
“Are you gonna ask them out?” Marcy asked, gasping. “You have to tell us everything!”
Anne grinned self consciously, thinking about you. Asking you out. “Well, we met at school, and I really like them…”
“Is it someone we know?” Sasha asked teasingly.
Anne shrugged. With how new they are to the school, what are the odds that they’ve met my two only friends? “Maybe. Anyway, we’ve been friends for a while, and suddenly I just can’t think straight when I’m around them… I’m worried that if I don’t say something and get it off my chest, they’ll notice, and— I don’t know, it would just be embarrassing.” Anne ranted.
Sasha nodded seriously. “Classic story. Not to worry, though, Marce and I have tons of experience with crushes.”
Marcy laughed nervously. “Sasha, you said you wouldn’t tell!” She lightly punched Sasha, who ignored her.
“Anyway, who is it?” The blonde asked. She took a handful of chips and ate them, casually relaxing against the pillows on the floor.
Anne, still sitting on the bed, leaned down to whisper in Sasha’s ear. She was pretty confident that she wouldn’t even recognize your name, but the other girl gasped as soon as she said it.
“No. Freaking. Way. Marcy you would not believe this— Anne likes the same person you do!”
Anne’s heart dropped. “What?” She distantly registered that Marcy said the exact same thing at the exact same time. She would have laughed if she didn’t feel so… weird.
“We eat lunch together like every day.” Sasha explained to Anne. “Marcy has a huge crush on them.”
“You do too!” Marcy accused, embarrassed, making Sasha blush.
“Whatever, at least I can act normal about it!” Sasha argued.
Anne felt an unfamiliar twist in her stomach. Jealousy. They hang out every day? She frowned. She wondered if Sasha was as confident and flirty with you as she was with her sometimes.
“So we all like the same person?” Marcy clarified, after a moment of tense silence. “I didn’t really think they would be your type,” she said to Anne.
“I didn’t even know I had a type!” Anne said, a little exasperated. She had never felt so strongly about a crush before. She thought about your laugh, how you teased her sometimes, how she had picked out a nickname for her…
Sasha for once didn’t really have any advice. “Well who do they like?”
Marcy shrugged. “They always avoid the question. I’ve tried asking.”
Anne was shocked. “Really? You guys talk about that stuff?”
Sasha giggled. “Yeah, some of us are better at hiding our feelings.“
Anne rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She paused for a moment. “…Are you guys going to ask them out?”
Sasha shrugged. “Maybe. Should I?”
Anne thought about that. Now that the initial surprise had worn off, she found that she wasn’t upset that Marcy and Sasha liked you. She wondered if you would be interested in dating all of them. The trio had shared everything with each other ever since they had first become friends… come to think of it, Anne found that she liked the idea of all of them dating you.
“I think we all should.” Marcy said, smiling. “How should we do it?”
“Let’s FaceTime them,” Sasha suggested. “I want to see how they react.”
Anne shook her head. She knew she was far too shy and awkward about the whole situation for that to end well. “How about just texting? We could create a groupchat.”
The other girls nodded. “Alright, sounds good!”
Marcy inviter you, her, and Sasha to join a groupchat. Anne snorted a laugh when Marcy renamed the chat to an emoji: 🫣
“Who wants to go first?” Asked Sasha, feeling nervous.
Anne just wanted to get it over with, wanted to know what you thought. “I will.” She quickly typed out a simple message and sent it.
You replied quickly, much to Anne’s relief.
I like you.
Me?
Why are you saying it in a gc?
Worrying that this was too weird, that you hated her now, Anne was already typing her apology when Sasha and Marcy replied.
Because I do too :D
Me too
Marcy squealed, dropping her phone and hiding her face. “Ah, this is crazy!”
Sasha laughed. Anne knew she was trying to play it cool, but secretly cared just as much. Anne herself felt sick to her stomach from nerves. Her heart nearly stopped when the notification that you replied came in.
Do you all wanna go on a date tmrw? We can talk abt it over lunch
I didn’t know u were friends :)
Anne sighed in relief, laughing. Friends is an understatement. She grinned, excited, hearing Marcy and Sasha celebrating around her. Her heart swelled with joy, glad that her two best friends would be there with her in this new relationship.
She was so caught up in her own emotions that she didn’t notice Sasha taking a selfie of the room, including all three of the girls in it. It popped up in the groupchat.
Anne clicked on the picture, seeing Sasha in the corner of the screen, Marcy waving with one hand and holding her phone in the other, and herself distracted and staring at her screen. Her face was absolutely glowing with happiness, cheeks darkened with a blush, staring fondly at your messages.
“Sash, that’s such an embarrassing picture of me!” Anne looked up, not really upset.
Sasha stuck her tongue out. “It’s cute. I bet our new lover thinks so too.” She said teasingly. Anne looked down at her phone again, still smiling.
Marcy came in for a hug. “First date tomorrow, Anne! Are you excited?”
Anne laughed, hugging Marcy back. “Heck yeah!”
“We should do a spa night!” Sasha said, standing up. “Marcy, do you still have those face masks I got for you? We’ll be absolutely glowing tomorrow.” She posed, making Anne and Marcy laugh.
“Of course!” Marcy replied excitedly. “I even have some nail polish; our signature colors!”
Anne couldn’t stop smiling as she followed Marcy and Sasha into the bathroom. She felt great. Despite things changing for her after she returned from Amphibia, the love she shared with her friends stayed the same. And now, they could all open their hearts up more, expanding that love, growing exponentially closer.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading about these dorks crushing on you :P have a nice day!
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