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lovelettersfromluna · 6 months
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Summary: Back home for the holidays after hooking up with your best friend, who you also happen to be madly in love with...what could possibly go wrong.
an: Look who managed to get the final part of a series in a manageable time, me!! This honestly would have been out way sooner but I ended up getting pretty sick, so I apologize for that. Im feeling better, and super inspired! I have some other stuff in the works for you all as well, bc I think you deserve to be spoiled 😌. Anyways! I hope you guys enjoy the last installment of this fic!! 🖤🖤🖤
Warnings: Smut!! MDNI!! 18+, Ellie and reader are both very sad and very stubborn, angst, hurt/comfort, alcohol usage, mention of marijuana, making out, pet names, oral (Ellie receiving), tribbing, let me know if I missed anything!
Part 1, part 2
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The holidays had always been your favorite time of the year.
It always filled you with this warm, cozy, feeling every time you thought about it. Throughout all three hundred and sixty five days of the year, you looked forward to those last three months tucked away at the end of the year, that were filled with nothing but warm memories.
Ever since you had started college, you family made it a tradition of having you come back for the holidays. Right after halloween, you would practically race through the assignments you had until thanksgiving break before you were off to catch a flight to spend time with your family.
You and Ellie always went home together.
She was practically apart of your family, and you were practically apart of hers. If Joel wasn't knocking on your door with a half burnt pie with Ellie standing by his side, eager to play whatever new video came out that month, you and your family were making their way to the Miller house. It was just how things were, and you it was another reason why you loved the holidays so much.
But this year, things had changed.
The air only got colder with each passing day, nipping away at your skin and making it harder and harder to peel yourself from your warm bed every morning that you had class. It was like with each passing year, the colder months grew to be more bitter and unforgiving than the last.
It had been almost a month since you spoke to Ellie.
After everything that had happened at the party, the slew of emotions that brewed within the depths of your mind and soul was almost too much to bare.
After you passed out in Ellie's arm, the bliss you felt could not compare to anything else you had ever felt before. Out of all that you had done, every one you had ever been intimate with, there was no way they could ever hold a candle to the way Ellie made you feel that night. Her arms stayed wrapped around your body throughout the entire night, soft lips pressing sleepy kisses against your face and neck, her low voice mumbling sweet nothings into your ear between the hazy state that lies between sleep and wake.
All of it came together to create the single most euphoric experience you had ever come in contact with in your entire life. But but daylight, it was all ripped away.
As soon as your eyes opened, adjusting to the light shining into the foreign bedroom you slept in, you were confused. You weren't in your bedroom, you certainly weren't in your house, you started to struggle with finding things that you were familiar with.
The second you looked down and saw Ellie's face pressed against your chest, you had gotten what you asked for.
It made you seize up a bit, your body stiffening in the girls embrace as you slowly recalled what had happened the night prior. Images of Ellie slotted between your legs came flooding in, her face slick with your arousal, green eyes low and filled with lust, mumbling the filthiest things to you as she destroyed your core with her skilled tongue.
The memories alone made you whine.
The sound made Ellie groan in her sleep, the brunette humming softly as she stirred a bit in her sleep before she leaned in, pressing lazy, sleepy kisses against your throat as she nuzzled closer into you, seeking your warmth as she slowly came to.
"hmmm..whats the matter baby?" She mumbles out against your skin, her voice low and filled with that delicious gravel that only came with sleep. It makes you swallow thickly, taking a deep inhale as you still in her arms.
She was so comfortable, basking in the bliss that you felt mere moments ago. You could tell, from the relaxed muscles of her biceps, to the soft little hums that you felt against your neck, Ellie didn't have a care in the world, not when you were in her arms like this, not when she still had memories of the night prior running through her mind, painting a soft little smile on her pink lips
And truthfully? That made you feel even worse.
Your lack of a response makes her hum, as she blinked her green eyes open to stare up at you, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw. She saw the look on your face, she saw how it was nearly drained of all color. She was confused, because you both had such an amazing night together, there was no reason why you shouldn't be just as blissed out as she was.
"Baby? You with me?" She questioned once again, watching as you blink a few times, seemingly registering her words. You inhaled deeply, clearing your throat as you grabbed both of her arms, and began pulling them from around your body. Ellie frowned as she watched you, but not making any attempt to tighten her grasp and keep you close to her.
You didn't answer, you simply rolled out of bed and silently began grabbing your clothes that had been tossed around the bedroom, the fact alone made you frown further, because through the haze of your hangover, the exhaustion, and the overwhelming urge to crawl back into bed and let Ellie do whatever she wanted to you.
All you could think about, was Sofia.
Her pretty hair, her twinkling eyes, the little dimples she had at the corners of her lips. Her pretty face was the only thing that you could see in your mind. It was like her beauty was evading every corner of your brain, forcing herself to be known, to be acknowledged by you. For anyone, this would have most definitely been the normal thoughts that are linked to someone as beautiful as Sofia, but not for you.
Because you were moaning underneath her girlfriend a mere few hours ago.
You felt like you wee going to pass out. Your heart started to beat faster as the magnitude of what you did, what you let happen, finally began to settle in. It made you feel sick, and the back of your throat burned as hot tears threatened to spill past your eyes and onto your cheeks. How could you have been so stupid? How could you have ever let something like this happen? You were careless, and it was at the expense of someone else's feelings, someone else's relationship.
Through the racing thoughts that filled your head, and the pounding of your heart in your chest, you couldn't hear Ellie calling out for you multiple times. She was sat up on the bed, eyeing you as you rummaged through the bedroom to grab your belongings. She watched with furrowed eyebrows, and a gentle frown, trying to get you to simply look at her for a few minutes. Ellie knew you too well, and she knew that the quieter you got in times like this, the more you got trapped inside your own head.
She was losing you, and she knew that.
She called out your name once more, and through the graces of some unknown force, you heard it. It snaps you out of your thoughts, and it forced you to stand up straight, your head turning in her direction and eyeing her like a deer caught in the headlights. It made Ellie sigh softly, her feet swinging over the bed as she got up, and began making her way over to you.
"What's...what are you doing, baby? I thought...I thought we" She mumbled out softly, taking a few steps towards you. Her frown deepened when you respond to this, by stepping away from her. The way you stared up at her, is a look she doesn't think she will ever be able to forget, because you look terrified, disgusted, scared.
Worst part is, she doesn't know if you feel that way about you, or yourself.
She tried reaching out for you, slender fingers inches away from your waist, her hands burning for you once again. You stepped back again, staring at the girl in disbelief. "Thought what, Ellie? Huh? Thought that...that you could just ruin my night last night? And then drag me up to a random fucking room just to fuck me? So that you could.." You choked up, the words dying down in your throat, the mere thought of what you were going to say making those hot tears burn at your throat again.
You inhaled deeply, blinking back the tears that glossed over your eyes. "That you could use me, to cheat on Sofia" you whispered out, and that was enough to make those wretched tears spill onto your cheeks.
Ellie felt herself choke up as soon as she saw you that way, teary eyed, voice barely above a whisper, heart visibly breaking, and it was all because of her. It was all because of her, and her inability to do things right for once in her life.
You didn't make any attempt at hiding your tears anymore, they were there, and it was clear to see that what happened, was affecting you. The only thing you could do, was leave with the small amount of pride that you still had.
When a moment passed without Ellie saying anything, the girl knowing deep down, that there was nothing she could truly say to justify the situation, or make her actions any less wrong than they already were, you let out a tired sigh. You picked up the last of your things, slung your purse over your shoulder, and left Ellie there standing there.
And as horrible as it sounded, it hurt even more when she didn't try to chase after you.
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You didn't want to ask your mom if Ellie and Joel were coming to your house for the holidays, because you knew that it would instantly raise suspicion on what had been going on between the two of you. Your mother could see right through you, and she was no stranger to how eager you always became to have both Joel and Ellie over to the holidays, so once she noticed that it was replaced with anxiety, she would be concerned. She was already confused when she learned that you and Ellie wouldn't be making your way home together like usual.
You hated traveling alone, you always did the annual holiday flight home with Ellie. She made what would usually be quite the boring trip, something that you found to be just as exciting as the holidays itself. You saw it as the perfect way to kick off your favorite time of the year.
But this year, you were doing it alone. Something about it made you feel like the holidays this year wouldn't go down as one of your favorites.
As soon as your parents were picking you up from the airport, and smothering you in kisses, telling you how much they missed you and asking you how your flight went, you felt a bit of the dark cloud that was looming over you clear up a bit. It allowed you to forget about the intense thoughts of your best friend that had been following you around for the past month.
It made you feel hopeful for the time that you had home.
After that night, there was a tiny piece of you that hoped Ellie would reach out. You selfishly hoped that she would come and find you, apologize for what happened, tell you that things between her and Sofia were fine, so that you could go back to normal.
But she didn't.
Ellie ignored you, just as much as you ignored her.
You kept your head down for the most part, in class and when walking through the hallways. You didn’t know how you’d be able to handle seeing Ellie, or seeing Sofia.
Or worse, seeing them together.
When it was fresh, you wanted to avoid it. You wanted to pretend it didn’t happen and carry on throughout the remainder of the semester keeping to yourself.
Soon, you realized that you’d gone the longest without speaking to Ellie throughout your entire friendship. She didn’t text you, she didn’t try to come and see you, hell, she didn’t even look in your direction. It was like she didn’t know you, as if you hadn’t practically grown up together, reaching your greatest milestones together.
On her end, there was complete silence.
The one time you caught her looking at you, was when Alex was sitting with you in the courtyard one day. It was one of the last days leading up to the break, and Alex had slowly made her way back to you. After everything happened, she gave you your space, while quietly letting you know she was still around. Once you finally worked up the courage to speak to her, and apologize for what Ellie did, she told you she understood. She tried to explain to you, that the way Ellie looked at you, wasn’t the way someone looks at just a friend. She could see the fire in her eyes, an undeniable need for you.
But you refused to believe it.
Ellie had every chance to be with you. She was the closest person in the world to you, she knew everything about you, her she never made any attempts to take things further. That was fine, it wasn’t something you dwelled on, because if you weren’t Ellie’s type, then so be it. You knew you weren’t, and while it was something that didn’t bother you…
It did once she had no issue with hooking up with you, but never tried to actually love you.
It made you feel cheap, knowing that you were only worthy of being the other woman, of being the girl that had to stay hidden behind closed doors, a fantasy for Ellie to play with, all while having the benefits of Sofia as her girlfriend. It made you wonder why you weren’t good enough, what separated you from the other girls she dated.
You figured you’d leave that thought alone. If you didn’t, you’d drive yourself mad.
Alex acted as your person of comfort through all of this, offering you nights of hanging out, study dates, or even stopping by to talk after class. You had to admit, it helped. And while she was sitting across from you on a bench underneath a shady tree, listening as you vented about the paper you were working on for that week, you happened to look up for only a second, and you were suddenly locking eyes with Ellie.
Ellie, who had eyes that were glazed over, lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but couldn’t. Eyebrows knitted together as if she’d cry at any moment, begging, screaming for you to hear her, to see her.
Ellie, who immediately turns her head away from you, and keeps on walking.
Throughout the entire month of not speaking to Ellie, that was the single interaction you had with her. And now, you were expected to spend the holidays with her, her father, and the rest of your family. Pretending as if everything was okay, and none of this was keeping you up every single night since the party.
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You tried your hardest to get out of the dinner your mom had planned.
You used every excuse in the book. You said your throat was hurting, meaning you must have been coming down with a cold, you complained that you had the worst headache, you even tried using the excuse of not bringing any appropriate clothes for a party.
But of course, your sweet parents did their best at convincing you that the party would be fun, and you’d regret missing it if you did.
You tried taking your time while getting ready, hoping that with some stroke of luck, everyone that was supposed to arrive would’ve flaked on the last minute, meaning you wouldn’t have to put on a tight dress and do your makeup for no reason. Once you heard your mothers squeals, paired with the front door creaking from upstairs, you knew that was out of the question.
You slowly made your way downstairs, kitten heels clicking against the wooden floorboards, the bottom of your white linen dress swaying a bit with you as you walked. It fit you perfectly, hugging your curves at the middle, little flower cutouts littering every other inch of the dress, a dainty little golden necklace resting against your chest, your hair styled perfectly, makeup even more so.
You smiled softly as you greeted some of the guests, all of them raving to your parents about how pretty you were, how much you’d grown, how they didn’t have a little girl anymore. The compliments swelled your heart, making your head big as you shook them off, trying your best to keep up with all of them. The guests were a good distraction, giving you the opportunity to act as your mothers mini me, handing out glasses of champagne and whiskey, giving everyone a warm greeting.
It was so much of a distraction, that you barely noticed your father opening the door for Joel and Ellie.
With how much she’d been avoiding you, you were almost convinced she wouldn’t come. Ellie was never one to go to places she didn’t want to, and Joel rarely forced her. He knew her boundaries, and so did she, and you were sure that as of right now, you were crossing every single one of them with just your existence alone.
Ellie catches sight of you first, once your father let her go of the big bear hug he gave her, her eyes were instantly searching for you.
She feels her breath hitch once she lays eyes on you, pushing your pretty hair past your shoulder, laughing softly at something someone that wasn’t fully visible to her was saying. You brought your champagne glass to your lips, sipping a bit of the golden, bubbly liquid.
Ellie had never been more jealous of a fucking glass in her entire life.
A few hours prior, Ellie had been pacing in her bedroom a few blocks away from your house. She didn’t know what to wear, she didn’t know how to act, she didn’t even know if she’d actually being going. Ever since the night at the party, Ellie had an unmistakable lump in her throat every time she thought about you.
Every time she thought about your lips on hers, or the way your moans sounded, or the way she’d stupidly avoided that nagging little voice inside her head for the past however many years, screaming at her about how pretty you are, about how good it felt to sleep in bed with you at night, at how fucking right it felt to simply be near you.
She thought about all the times the perfect girl for her was standing right there, and she somehow always passed her up for someone else.
Ellie’s initial reaction to everything was to run. She wanted to run from everything, from you, from Sofia, from her feelings. Everything that was complicated in her life was just another thing she needed to get away from, and it’s why you didn’t hear from her after that night. She made sure to make herself scarce, because she knew once she got in front of you again, she’d either say something ridiculous that would dig her into a deeper hole than she was already in, or she’d screw up and kiss you again because she simply couldn’t help herself.
She figured staying away was the best.
Fighting off her feelings was the way to go, and it’s what she did. She knew that eventually she’d have to face the music, but she opted for that later than sooner. She hoped that by the time she saw you again, you’d both be able to get over whatever it was that happened, sweep it under the rug and carry on like before.
Yet, here she was, facing the music like she knew she had to, and it wasn’t any easier than it was in the beginning.
You were always pretty, from the moment Ellie had found you on the playground as kids, she thought you were pretty. The way your eyes crinkled when you smiled, the way you hid your face behind the thick, frumpy turtle necks during the winter, only your cute cheeks and eyes visible, everything about you had always been so fucking pretty, there was no doubt about it.
But God…she had a tendency of forgetting how fucking breathtaking you were when you were like this. All dressed up, diamond earrings twinkling in the dim light of your home, lips tinted the most perfect shade of red, complimenting your skin tone, tugged between your teeth as you eagerly listened on in whatever conversation you were in.
Whenever you looked like this, only one thought came to Ellie’s mind. She’d think about you and her, in a nice big house, planning cheesy Christmas parties for people, wining and dining your guests, her strong arm snagged around your waist as she paraded around her beautiful wife, bragging about the shiny diamond ring she used to propose to you.
It was a selfish thought, but still one that lingered in the back of her mind. Whenever she couldn’t sleep, or got a little too high, it would pop up, and put a stupid smile on her face as she basked in the way her chest warmed up at the thought of making you her wife, the perfect timeline of friendship to lovers.
It was ridiculous, wasn’t it? Ellie dreaming of you as her wife yet she’d brag about other girls to you constantly. Yeah, she didn’t get it either.
It was like a form of self sabotage, Ellie somehow feeling she’d never be enough for you. As your best friend, she wanted nothing but the best for you, because she knew you deserve it, and somehow she didn’t fit that category herself. She wanted desperately to, to be the one for you, to sweep you off your feet and show you what love is. It made her sick to her stomach even thinking about someone else doing it for you, anyone but her.
It was twisted, and selfish, and fucked up, and it was why you guys were drifting further apart than you ever had.
When Ellie finally decided to go to the party, she had it all planned out. She was going to get in, have a few drinks to loosen her up a bit, then she’d take you away and confess her undying love for you….
Or? She’d stare at you like a hawk all night, get too drunk and leave without uttering a single word to you, continuing her silent streak she had going.
The choice was in her hands.
You still hadn’t noticed her at that point, and once a few other guests had made their way to your front door to be greeted by your dad, and she noticed that you didn’t look their way either, she figured you were avoiding the front door like a plague, because you didn’t want to risk seeing Ellie.
And that was true, partially. You were half ignoring the door, and half enjoying your glass of champagne while speaking to one of your dads dearest friends. The alcohol made you feel warm, and it made it easier to have tunnel vision on anything but Ellie, allowing your fake smile to appear the slightest bit more real to the party goers, and that was good enough for them, and for you.
As much as you tried ignoring the door, you couldn’t ignore Ellie’s eyes burning into from different parts of the room. You could feel her gaze searing into you when your parents were greeting her, once again raving about how beautiful she’d gotten, how much they loved her tattoos. As much as you wanted to give in on her, and lock eyes with those green eyes you missed so much, you knew that was a bad idea.
You’d have to simply play dumb for the rest of the night
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The party carried out better than you’d imagined.
You managed to avoid Ellie without being painfully obvious to everyone there that you were in fact avoiding Ellie, and you wanted to praise yourself for doing so. It was easy, busying yourself with guests, the alcohol turning you into the little social butterfly your parents always wanted you to be. Using the excuse of hopping from conversation to conversation made it easy to keep your focus on something for enough time, that you were able to completely ignore Ellie.
Being pulled in all sorts of directions, being called every time you stepped away to refill someone’s drink or grab another tray of snacks, you were the star of the show, as funny as that seemed to you. The attention you received would’ve made your head spin on any other given day, but right now, it was just what the doctor ordered.
Sure, there were a few awkward moments where Ellie made her way to the bar when you just so happened to be there. There were moments where her broad shoulders would brush past yours, almost pulling you out of your fantasy world completely, putting you at her mercy. There was even a moment during dinner where you were positive Ellie’s eyes were going to pop out of her head with how closely she watched you.
Through all of those things, and many other tiny little instances that were a bit too awkward for you to deal with, you prevailed. And honestly? It made you feel hopeful for your future in school. If you managed to ignore Ellie so flawlessly during a holiday party, all while maintaining the composure of not having her near? There was no way in hell you’d fuck up the same exact thing at school.
You didn’t need Ellie, and you were slowly proving that to yourself.
Once dinner was done, everyone stayed for only a bit longer, praising your mothers cooking skills, and the decorations in the house. Slowly, the guests started to leave, sleepy eyes and full bellies was all they needed to be sent home with sweet dreams and even sweeter desserts, courtesy of your mother. You felt the weight on your chest grow lighter and lighter with each person leaving, knowing that in due time, Ellie would be leaving as well. When you heard your father and mother walking Joel to the door, all three of them laughing like a group of teenagers after a rowdy night together, you bid the older man a goodbye and made yourself scarce. The kitchen had been cleaned, leftovers had been packed up and put away, and you were feeling far too warm from the liquor, and in desperate need of your bed.
Your heels clicked against wooden stairs as you made your way up to your bedroom, a soft huff leaving your lips as you reached behind your back, struggling to undo the annoying little clasp that held the back of your dress together near the zipper. Another puff of air blew passed your burgundy tinted lips once you reached your bedroom, kicking your slipper heels off as you continued clumsily fumbling with the back of your dress. At this point, you felt tempted to call it quits and sleep in the damn thing.
A soft knock on your door caught your attention, and you let out a sigh of relief as you walked over to it, knowing that it was most certainly your mother coming up to catch any late night gossip that you and her had caught within the night from some of the older ladies that attended.
“Thank god, i was waiting for you to come up. Can you help me with this, mom? I can’t get the clasp” you huff out softly, already turning around and reaching behind your back to fumble with the clasp before you can see who it is standing at your doorway.
Ellie’s eyes are shamelessly raking down your body, the girl swallowing thickly as she looks down at the swell of your ass under the taunt, linen fabric of your dress. The lack of your mothers voice makes you frown, and you quickly turn around to see what it is that has her so silent, but your face drops whenever you’re met face to face with Ellie instead.
Any cockiness that you felt regarding how well you’d ignored Ellie that night had disappeared, and was only replaced with silence as you stared into her eyes. Your throat goes dry, unable to find the words to say to her, and Ellie figures this is her chance.
“Um…your parents and my dad went to check out some holiday thing going on down the street…they asked if I wanted to come but I…figured I should come talk to you instead” she explains, and you simply stare at her dumbfounded, because the path of logic that lead her up to your bedroom is one that you seriously can't come to sympathize with, no matter how pitiful she looked staring into your eyes.
You inhaled deeply, eyebrows furrowed as you gave the girl an unamused look. A moment of silence passes between the both of you before you give her a shrug. "If you leave now you could probably still catch them" you hum out, the alcohol in your system making it far too easy to be rude to your best friend. She visibly deflates at your words, the tone on your tongue foreign to her ears. She was so used to you being so shy, so sweet, always welcoming her with there same sweet words you had for her.
"Look...We can't just carry on as if nothing happened. We need to talk about this...please", you hate the way your stomach does flips when she speaks, the girl practically pleading with you to hear her out. Begging to get a moment alone with you to simply reflect on everything that happened. In that moment, you realized that no matter what, no matter what she did to you, or what happened between the two of you...
You would always be weak for her.
Your gaze softens as you watch her, taking a deep breath before you silently step to the side, giving her the space to walk into your bedroom. The way her eyes shine when you do this doesn't go unnoticed, and those stupid fucking puppy dog eyes of hers are making you melt all over again, especially when she looks so happy just from you letting her into your room.
Ellie inhales deeply once she's in your room, looking around and taking it all in. She recalls all the many nights you two had spent there together, staying up late and watching corny movies, your eyes burning from being glued to the tv for too long. She remembers all the times she would follow you home after school, using studying as an excuse to spend a few more hours of the day with you. She remembers all of it, every memory, all the times you two spent together in that house, in your room. She smiles at the sight of the little flowers on your bedsheets, or the way your room had somehow perfectly preserved the sent of you, of your shampoo, of your favorite lotion, filling her lungs and almost making her feel dizzy. She makes a mental note that your room is definitely one of her favorite places.
And she hates that you two had come to whatever you were at now, creating bitter memories in such a sweet space.
The sound of your soft sigh cuts through her thoughts, and she quickly turns around to see you. Your arms were crossed over your chest, your face still with that unamused expression, making Ellie feel like you would rather be anywhere other than with her, like you couldn't wait for her to leave your bedroom, and it makes her heart sink completely, because out of all the memories Ellie had with you, none of them were ever filled with that face that you were making.
She clears her throat, awkwardly shifting her weight onto feet as she gives you a nod, as if answering a question that you hadn't even asked. "Sorry..um...let's sit?" She questions hopefully, and you shake your head, standing your ground with the girl.
"I'm fine here...and whatever you need to say to me can be said standing up" you mumble out softly. You knew deep down, that the second Ellie got you siting next to her, you wouldn't be able to fight back the urges you had to jump her bones. You would be lying if you said that you didn't think about her every night since the party. Her lips, her tongue, the way her hands felt roaming your body, keeping you close while you both slept. The memories you had with here were seared at the front of your brain, demanding to be acknowledged every waking moment of your day.
She frowns softly at your words, but gives you a gentle nod, understanding that this was just as hard for you as it was for her, if not more. Ellie takes a deep inhale, seemingly trying to find the right words to say, the right way to start off this entire conversation. She finds herself choking up, heart beating so fast she was sure you could hear it. You're making her nervous, and Ellie is finding it hard to separate the girl that has been her best friend for her entire life, from the girl that she was falling in love with.
And she finds it hard to figure out when those two things became one and the same.
"I broke up with Sofia." she blurts out, the words almost leaving her lips too fast to make a coherent sentence, but still, you catch every word perfectly. You stare at her for a moment before you scoff, you don't mean for the sound to come out as harsh as it does, but you don't have much control over your emotions at the moment.
"Is that supposed to change every thing? Is that supposed to make all of this okay, Ellie?" You question, the calmness of your voice almost scaring Ellie. She quickly shakes her head, stepping closer towards you, to which you take a step back, mirroring the morning after the party almost identically.
"No! Fuck..No, it isn't supposed to fix every thing..I just-" Although you agreed to hearing Ellie out, letting her into your bedroom for the sole purpose of letting her explain, you're cutting her off, because you truly cannot hold back anymore. You're tired of holding it all back, biting your tongue and forcing down what you felt for the sake of others.
"Do you not understand what you did? You sabotaged something that was....that was fucking good for me. Alex was so good for me, and you were so dead set on ruining that for me!" Your voice slowly begins to raise, and you are so thankful that your parents and Joel aren't in the house, because you're sure the neighbors can probably hear you.
Ellie opens her mouth again to speak, attempting to diffuse your anger, but you don't let her. "No, I have gone this entire time in silence, it's time I talk for once" you stop her, and Ellie is positive she's never seen you this angry in her entire life.
"You have known me, almost your entire life. You never once made any advances towards me, which is fine! I've watched you have multiple girlfriends who could not be any further away from what I am than they already are, and I never said a word. I have loved you from the moment I understood what love is, and I never said anything. I was okay with not being wanted by you, I was content with just being your friend, but suddenly you're stopping me from gettin into a relationship of my own? and using me to cheat on your girlfriend?" You started pacing as you spoke, your hands flailing about as you ranted, unable to even stop and realize that you had in fact just confessed that you loved your best friend.
You were just so tired. You were tired of feeling unwanted, of feeling like you were always the second option, never worthy enough to be the girl that was taken home to mom, always the girl that was picked last.
You were fucking tired.
Ellie feels like her heart seizes up when she hears those words, the ones that confirmed your feelings. She hears how tired you are, how broken you have become, at the hands of her doings, and she can feel that the love you have for her is slowly drifting as this situation prolongs.
"And...and I know I've never been that girl. I'll never be Sofia, I'll never be the girl that makes people do a double take when I'm walking down the hallway, Im not...that isn't me. And I was fine with that! I was fine with going unnoticed...but do you...do you know how hard it is to be placed second by the girl you're madly in love with? You made me feel so...fucking worthless of actually being wanted past a night of fucking" You're crying at this point, soft hiccups and sighs interrupting every other word, making it hard to breath, and making you sound all the more broken.
Ellie watches as you pace back and forth, ranting, crying, desperately trying to find answers for why she did what she did. Searching for the will to prove that you were worth it, that you were worth love.
She realizes that she destroyed any chance of you feeling worthy of love when she drove Alex away from you.
You finally stop pacing, turning towards her. The image of you breaks her heart, because your lashes are webbed together, eyes glossy with tears, cheeks soaked, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath.
"You need to leave" You mumble out, voice trembling as you struggle to get the words out. Ellie simply stares as she watches you, shaking her head as she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. "M'not going anywhere...I won't leave you again" She tries, her voice barely above a whisper. Your chin wobbles a bit as more tears threaten to spill onto your cheeks, your throat burning as you shake your head, your arms going up to wrap around your torso, as if you were keeping yourself from falling apart.
"Y-you need to get out of my house, Ellie...I can't...I won't allow you to break my heart anymore" The way you struggle to find a proper pattern of breathing and speech is a clear indication that you're on the verge of breaking down all over again, crumbling apart and letting your emotions get the best of you, and it hurts Ellie so much, she feels tears prickling at her own eyes as well.
She frowns deeply as she moves to step closer to you, watching as your head falls, staring at the floor of your bedroom, small whimpers leaving your lips. She takes the opportunity to get as close to you as she had the entire night, staring down at you for a moment before she hesitantly wraps her strong arms around your body, which results in a low sigh of relief from her, and more sobs from you.
"Can't leave you, angel...Im not making that mistake again" She mumbles softly, her words muffles as she presses her face against your head, her eyes fluttering shut as she takes a deep inhale of your floral shampoo.
And you can't even fight her off, not when your body is shaking as you sob in her arms, not when her holding you is the only thing that soothes the burn, soothes your aching heart of all the pain it had experienced, not only within the past month, but throughout the entire duration of your friendship with Ellie.
Ellie stands there for a moment, holding you as you cry, as you both cry. Somewhere within the time of hearing your soft little whimpers muffled into her shirt, tears began to spill onto her cheeks as well. Her strong arms ran up and down your back, keeping you close, thankful that you were at least letting her do this for you. Once you had calmed down a bit, you finally pull away slightly to look up into her eyes, your own red and puffy as you sniffle.
"I meant it Ellie...I can't...I won't do this with you anymore" You mumble softly, your heart swelling due to how fucking close she was. You could kiss her if you wanted to, the girl staring down at you and taking in all of your features.
She felt her heart break, because she knew you were referring to your friendship, but your words felt like it was an ending to so much more than that. It felt like she was losing her person, the one that was for her, her only love that she needed within her life.
Because she was.
She inhaled deeply, shaking her head slightly as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "You know I can't leave...angel.." she hummed softly, and it made you eyebrows furrow. She felt your hands push against her waist, trying to pry your body from hers, trying your best to put more space between the two of you so that you could finally kick her out, and end whatever it was that was going on between the two of you.
And she realized, it was now or never.
"I can't do that, because i'm in love with you" she continued quickly, knowing she was running out of time to tell you how she felt. She knew that this was her last chance, and she had to use it accordingly.
The way your eyes widen as you stare up at her makes Ellie frown, because you look shocked. Is it really so shocking to believe that your best friend could love you just as much as you loved her, if not more?
You don't say anything, so she takes your silence as an opportunity to continue speaking.
"Since we were kids...I just...I didn't want to ruin things, and I always knew you deserved better than what I could ever offer, and you still do...But i'm selfish, and I can't ignore the way I feel when i'm around you" She mumbles out, trying to speak low so that you don't hear the way her voice begins to break the more she speaks about it.
You can see clearly that she's on the verge of tears, her green eyes glossing over with tears, her nose and cheeks flushing red as she bit down on her bottom lip, seemingly fighting back the tears as she squeezes your waist, trying her best to keep herself at bay.
"Im sorry..for everything that I've done...for making you ever feel like you were unwanted or undesirable when that couldn't be further from the truth...I was stupid, and I did things horribly and I've fucked up any chances I had with making you something more to me than friend...but I hope you can forgive me...because I can't...I can't do this without you" she whimpers out softly, the tears that she was desperately trying to hold back, already flowing down her freckled cheeks.
When she stares down at you, and your expression is so unreadable, and all you can do is stare back at her, she knows it's done. She knows that she shouldn't have come to bother you, and that she was better of leaving things as they were, but she can't help but feel a bit of relief that you now know the she loves you too.
And as her hands begin to loosen from your waist, and a soft sigh of defeat leaves her lips, you do something that you didn't think you would do in a million years.
You cup both your hands around Ellies face, and kiss her with every ounce of passion in your body.
It catches her off guard at first, but she doesn't waste much time in kissing you back. You can feel the way her slender fingers grip your waist tighter, desperately pulling you closer to her body as you kiss her passionately, your hands going up to wrap around her neck, basking in the love that you could feel pouring out of Ellie, and flowing straight into you.
She feels like her head is spinning, because she was sure she wouldn't ever feel your soft lips pressed against hers. You were the one that got away, and she had already made peace with that. But you were kissing her, and the passion was growing by the second, and you were slowly pushing her back towards the bed, and suddenly she has you again.
It's all a blur, because one moment you were yelling at Ellie, crying to her about how heart broken you were. Then she was apologizing to you, begging for your forgiveness, and now she's laying on your bed, with you straddling her as you kiss her passionately, slowly, simply enjoying the taste of each others mouths. Ellie's hands are roaming your body, squeezing your thighs, your middle, every where she can possibly touch you, she is. The kissing is slow, and sensual, and the sound of your tongues lapping against one another makes all of the heat in your body rush to your core.
Ellie groans softly when you break the kiss, opening her mouth to complain and pull you back to where she needed you the most, yet her words are dying down once she notices that you begin to kiss down her body.
You push her t shirt up a bit, kissing her hips gently before you settle between her legs, humming softly as you begin to undo the button of her jeans and tug them down her body. This makes Ellie frown, because as much as she can feel her aching clit throb at the mere thought of having your mouth on her cunt, she knows she doesn't deserve it. She doesn't deserve to have you there, so she props herself up on her palms, and tries to close her legs.
"Baby...wait...you don't have to-" You quickly cut her off, tugging her jeans more before you shake your head. "I've dreamed about doing this to you for years...please" you whine softly, staring up at her with wide eyes as you tug your bottom lip between your teeth. Ellie isn't strong enough for this, because you're settled between her legs, giving her the sweetest puppy dog eyes, biting down on your plush lips, and begging to eat her out. She knows she should be worshiping you, but god you are hard to say no to.
She simply raises her hips, aiding you in tugging her jeans off. She chuckles softly when she sees the way your eyes glimmer with excitement when she does this. You hum softly, leaning into her clothed core and pressing a soft kiss to it, the wet patch making you hum softly against her. "So pretty..." you hum softly, more so to yourself than her before you tug her panties to the side, far too eager to be faced with the job of taking them off.
You waste no time in pressing your lips to her soaked pussy, which forces Ellie to moan softly, her eyebrows furrowed with pleasure as she stares down at you, wanting to burn the image of you eating her pussy in her brain for the rest of her life. Your tongue pushes past your lips, lapping at her core, circling her clit, and it makes Ellie feel like she's going to lose her mind.
She feels her chest burn with a tinge of jealousy, because how the hell are you so good at that?
Your tongue pushing into her drooling hole makes all of those thoughts leave her mind instantly, and she's throwing back her head, moaning loudly for you as you begin to practically tongue fuck her.
"Ahhh...such a good fucking girl...eating my pussy so good..." her praises go straight to your core, forcing you to whine softly against her pussy. Ellie groans, her tattooed hand going to your head, keeping you close as she begins grinding against your face. "Mm..f-fuck...thats my fucking girl...fuck....wait...wait..Im close" she groans softly, trying to pull your mouth away from her. You don't budge though, eager to taste her release. You whine softly, your tongue rapidly moving against her clit. It makes Ellie groan, her eyebrows furrowing as she desperately began to shy away from your mouth, shaking her head as she tried catching her breath. "Slow down baby..I don't...I wanna cum with you..." She explains, and her heart breaks as you pout up at her, clearly displeased with her for not allowing you to finish playing with her pussy. It makes Ellie chuckle, and she slowly begins to pull you up, humming as she lets you straddle her lap. "Don't pout at me that way, baby...wanna do this right" She explained, looking up at you with hearts in her eyes, glimmering with adoration like a love sick puppy.
Her stare makes you whine softly, and her hand comes up to cup your cheek gently. "Will you let me make love to you? Is that okay?" She questioned, her voice low and soft, giving you full control of the situation, determining whether or not this would go any further.
And for a moment, you questioned what was best. You could have stopped this, crawled off of Ellies body and send her home, telling her that this was a mistake, and you should just stop being friends right then and there.
Or, you could simply let go. You could forgive her, and allow yourself all of the love you had ever wanted and craved from her, since you were a young girl. You could give into her, and let her love you the way you knew she could. Your heart still ached, and the scars that were left were still present, but they were fading, and every moment that you spent with Ellie, like this, in her arms, you felt as though she was exactly what you needed to feel better.
Ellie was mending your broken heart, and there was no way you'd let that go.
Without missing another beat, you give Ellie a soft nod before you leaned in, pressing the softest, sweetest kiss to her mouth. It makes her groan softly, because what did she ever do to deserve someone so soft, so forgiving, so fucking good.
She hums softly as she reaches behind you, undoing the claps of your dress before zipping it down and tugging it off your body, leaving you only in your panties before her. She gently pulls you against her body, your naked chest flushed against hers as she turns both of your bodies around so you were laying down with your back against your bed, and she was hovering over you.
She pulls back, sighing softly as her eyes raked down your body, taking you in like a work of art. She began tugging her own t shirt off, leaving her completely naked before you, before she reached down and snagged two fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down as well.
She pressed her lip against yours, one of her hands coming down and grabbing your thigh so that your legs were spread. The kiss was sweet, and loving, and it made your head spin, distracting you from the way she began slotting herself against you, positioning her soaking wet core right against yours, the feeling making you moan softly into her mouth.
"I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you...my sweet girl.." She mumbled softly against your lips before she pulled away from you, straightening out her back a she stared down at you, one of your legs tossed over her shoulder, as she slowly began grinding her pussy down onto yours.
You had never felt anything like it. She was so wet, so soft against you, her velvety core slipping and sliding against yours, clit bumping against yours in a way that could only be described as euphoric. It made your back arch almost painfully.
Your eyes never left Ellie, because she looked like a goddess above you. Her features were so beautiful, the warm glow of the moon shining in through your window and illuminating them, so that she looked like something out of a fairytale. Her eyes were filled with love, her lips dragging against your calf, kissing you wherever she could as she stared at you, watching your every move, watching as your face contorted with pleasure.
"Look at you...you're a fucking dream...the perfect fucking girl for me" She moaned out, her hips slowly rolling, fucking her pussy down onto yours deliciously slow. You only nodded, whining softly as you grabbed her thigh, massaging her soft skin as you tried hanging on as long as you possibly could.
She smirked softly, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth as she moaned again. "You're so fuckin' cute...my pretty girl..." her voice was so low, words so slow, dripping with lust, want, need.
Love.
She was getting closer, and so were you. You could tell in the way she started to speed up, her teeth grazing against your leg as she began to get restless. Her eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. "I...fuck I love you so much...I have always loved you so fucking much" she moaned out, and this pulls a long, drawn out moan from your lips, which results in an encouraging nod from Ellie.
"L-love you so much, Ellie...always have" you whine out, struggling to form coherent and full sentences as you became prisoner to the pleasure Ellie brought you. She moaned softly, leaning down and pressing her body against yours, your pebbled nipples pressed against her own as she caught your lips in a passionate kiss.
"That's it baby...come on...cum for me...cum with me" she groaned against your lips, her hips moving faster as she chased both your orgasms.
You moaned loudly, pushing your tongue into Ellies mouth, wrapping you arms around her neck to keep her close, and allowing yourself to let go as your orgasm washed over you. It was intense, and euphoric, and blissful, and it felt like you were gettin hit by a bolt of lightening, because you felt your heart blooming with a love like no other.
It was different from the feeling of a crush, or what you thought was a love unrequited. It was hot, and electrifying and it made you feel alive again, it mended any broken feelings you had before the night had started, and even before that, and it made you feel like you were complete.
Ellie groaned against your mouth, her orgasm lining up with yours when she felt the way you pushed your tongue into her mouth, needy whines telling her all that she needed to know, that she had gotten you there, and she had shown you just how much she loved you.
You both laid there for a moment, wrapped in each others arms, trying to catch your breath. Ellie held you close, brushing the hair out of your face that had stuck to your skin during everything, she gave you gentle praises, bringing you back to earth with her. Soon, you were both tugging your blankets over your bodies, the chilly air making its presence known as it nipped away at your naked bodies.
You laid there, tangled up in each others embrace, kissing softly, and laughing lazily, exhaustion slowly taking over you both. You felt in your heart that this was all far different from the night at the party. This was filled with passion, and love, and it all started from a clean slate, where you two began to once again understand each other.
And as you fell asleep, you knew for a fact that Ellie Williams, was yours.
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@mundymae gave some great tips on this post about showering while physically disabled, here are some that i can think of rn! (some might be on the other list but i’m too lazy to double check lmao)
1. grab bars!!! great for ppl with balance issues and ppl who easily faint
2. low water temp, hot showers (especially with the door closed) can make u feel faint and also relaxes ur body, making it easier to dislocate/sublux shit
3. shower chair/shower table/changing table, shower chairs are great for ppl with chronic pain, ppl who can’t stand for a long time, ppl who faint easily etc. shower tables / changing tables are rarely mentioned, but are great for ppl who are severely mobility impaired who can’t use regular shower chairs/stools. there are also shower tables that function as bathtubs, which sadly is a luxury many times when u are severely disabled.
4. hand held shower heads, they are easier to use especially while sitting down, so u can make sure u clean yourself as much as possible. personal hygiene is difficult with the other ones that u can’t hold in ur hand, bc u can’t easily clean ur genitals and shit like that.
5. bring something cold to drink, water or those liquid iv’s or sport drinks, those can be very useful especially if u have hot water.
6. anti slip mats, these are great in showers AND bathtubs. what they’re for is pretty obvious based on its name, but when u are physically disabled (and these are great for ppl who aren’t as well) it is EASY to slip when loosing ur balance, when ur light headed or feel faint.
7. if it is possible for you i recommend those things/barriers on the floor that keep water from going everywhere, bc again, it is very easy to slip when getting out of the shower.
8. keep your phone close if you live alone or are alone when showering, and if possible, do not lock the bathroom door. if you have an emergency it is super important to be able to get help quickly and easily. if you live alone, it can be good to give a friend or family member your house/apartment key so they can help you. this has saved me many times after falling in general and not being able to get up by myself.
9. keep your mobility aids and disability aids close so you can use them after showering, if you use braces or compression socks it can be good to get to them quickly.
10. something i like to do is getting clean underwear and clothes out before showering so i can get dressed easily without having to dig out a bunch of clothes after showering when i’m exhausted.
11. sponges, sponges, sponges!!! especially on sticks. they are amazing when u can’t reach everywhere yourself.
12. if you are exhausted or in pain or whatever but really need to shower, only clean the most crucial areas. arm pits, skin folds, genitals, ass, where ever shit gets nasty. do not waste your energy on areas that aren’t absolutely necessary.
13. a tip for fellow fat disabled ppl, i mentioned it above but make sure to clean ur skin folds AND dry them properly after. if needed, powder or use creams. skin folds can easily get nasty with fungal infections and it hurts, it smells, and it’s not pleasant. areas to look out for: arm pits, under breasts, under stomach, groin and between toes.
14. keep everything u use to clean urself close, shampoo, conditioner, soap and whatever else u use. i have everything on a shelf right in front of me, i do not need to bend over or stretch to reach anything.
15. if your bathroom has a window it can be nice to open it to get some fresh air in there, otherwise i find that keeping the bathroom door open works fine too.
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jamminvroomvroom · 2 years
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something about him. part 3
GR x fem!reader
find the other parts on my ✨masterlist✨
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hi hey hello it’s me again bc i cannot stop writing and need to be stopped lmao. so i’ve hit over 1k and idk how or why bc i’m unhinged but tysm i love u all <333 it seemed only appropriate to post something in honour of that and also in honour of george being so sexy and brave and sexy. you don’t NEED to read part 1 and 2 but it all kinda interlinks and will probs make more sense if you do!! so yeah okay, enjoy!! feedback is good for my soul <333 (formatting goes out the window when i post on my phone so heads up for that also)
in which george needs a bit of comfort.
warnings: 18+ puhlease!! it’s just smut. all smut. smut smut smut. some swearing, tiiiiiny bit of angst at the beginning and a lil bit of fluff at the end!!
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george was stood facing you in the media pen, face drenched in disappointment and an underlying fury that made your thighs clench. it was probably inappropriate timing for george to be turning you on, but wasn’t it always? you were so in awe of the man stood before you, so in awe that as he made his way out of the media pen, you were quick to follow.
you didn’t know where he was going. back to the mercedes garage to watch a race ruined for him? back to his motorhome to stare blankly at a wall, or scream, or both? you didn’t particularly care about his destination, all you cared about was talking to him, just for a second. you had nowhere to be, no one else to interview, and so you went after him, following him cautiously through the paddock, something you figured you’d get used to doing.
you hadn’t slept with him since canada, but you assumed that would quickly change at some point this weekend. you’d just wrongly assumed that it’d be on a champagne high after a podium. that didn’t matter to you anymore. watching him crash out and risk his own race to check on his fellow drivers, the bravery that he’d shown, made you want him more than any podium ever could. the icing on the cake had been listening to him criticise the fia. that, you decided, was pretty sexy of him.
“george,” you called out, finally catching up to him. “can i have a word?” you were trying to be inconspicuous, trying not to draw any attention to your exchange, which should have ended in the media pen. he stopped at the sound of your voice, turning around to face you. suddenly, you didn’t know what to say, the sight of him knocking the air out of you. his eyes were telling a story, one of frustration, that you would happily let him take out on you if he so pleased.
“go ahead.” he encouraged, looking at you expectantly with those gorgeous, steely blue eyes. your mouth went dry. it was rare for you to feel so shy, especially under his gaze, something that usually made you feel so powerful.
“i, um, i just wanted to tell you that you were amazing out there. what you did, i,” the way his eyes softened as you spoke so sincerely, the way his guard dropped filled you with the confidence you’d been lacking. you were back in your comfort zone. you dropped your voice an octave, looked up at him through your eyelashes and carried on your sentence. “i think you should be rewarded in some way.”
his face changed instantly, eyes narrowing as he smirked down at you. his body language transformed completely; he no longer looked tense, he looked right in his element. if he couldn’t be out on track, this was the next best place he could be, hovering over you.
“do you think so?” he asked, that unmatched level of banter returning, smirk not faltering once. you nodded profusely. “i’m going back to my motorhome.”
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ten minutes later, your back was against the door, leg hooked over his waist, lips battling furiously. one of his hands cupped the side of your neck, firm enough to remind you that he was in charge, and the other was splayed out across the bare skin of your thigh, fingers digging in to the flesh exposed by your dress riding up. he held you there for a while, soft lips continuing to clash messily with yours. your hands were holding his face, keeping him close, enjoying the feel of his body pressed so tightly to yours.
his hand on your neck dropped down to your other thigh, swiftly picking you up. you smiled against his lips, feeling his lips twitch in response. he just felt so good. your arms went around his neck, holding on as he moved you away from the door and navigated you through the motorhome and into the makeshift bedroom.
he dropped you down on the bed, shedding himself of his jacket and unzipping his race suit. you could see his abs through the sheer material of his fireproofs, your glossy eyes fixed on the material and the way it was pulled against his skin. you ignored the smug look on his face, ridding yourself of your light jacket and your shoes, leaving your dress on. you wanted him to take it off of you.
you could only watch on, lip caught between your teeth, as he continued to strip down before you. his race suit hung around his waist, tormenting you, and he removed his fireproofs. you leant back on your hands, eyes trailing over his body, watching the way his muscles rippled delectably. by the time he was finished, left only in his underwear, you were on the verge of panting. you never wanted this arrangement to come to an end.
george stood at the foot of the bed, looming over you seductively; a predator and it’s pray. you needed him to cut to the chase, desperate to feel his weight on top of you, his hands back on your body, anything really. his eyes ran up your body, lingering on where the hem of your dress was fanned out across the tops of your thighs.
“take it off.” george instructed, tongue wetting his lips.
“want you to do it.” you whined. his jaw went slack, momentarily, before he was back on form. he sighed.
“get up.” his voice was low, direct, sending a shiver down your spine. you quickly obeyed. once you’d wiggled off the bed, standing before him, his hands were on you instantly. he turned you around quickly, pressing your back against his front. you were held against him with one hand, whilst the other brushed your hair over your shoulder, your neck exposed for him.
george began to pepper kisses up and down your neck, up and down, hand smoothly dragging the zipper of your dress down, cool fingers grazing your spine. your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you basked in the pleasure of his touch, the buzz that he’d managed to wash over your body.
“such a fucking brat. never listen to what i tell you.” the silky material fell off of your body, leaving you shaking against his chest in nothing but a set of lace. navy blue, it complimented his eyes nicely. you definitely hadn’t worn it on purpose.
his hands were everywhere, and you were so, so dizzy, breath shaky and laboured as he nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking and swirling his tongue. you could barely form a coherent thought, his bare chest moulded with your back being the only thing you could comprehend. you could feel every single ridge of his body, every single thing he had to offer you, and it was making your head spin. your mind went completely and utterly blank when you felt his hand push at the base of your spine, bending you over the end of the bed.
you turned your head, cheek pressed into the duvet. you could see him out of the corner of your eye, watching as he lowered himself down, hovering over you, his tall frame managing to cover you completely. he ground himself against you, letting you feel how hard he was already. you groaned lowly, feeling his lips kiss up and along your shoulder blade until he reached the base of your neck. his face was centimetres from yours, noses brushing.
“can you be good?” he mumbled, plush lips bumping your cheek. “hmm? gonna be good for me, sweetheart?” george was whispering in your ear, kissing back down your cheek until his face was buried in the crook of your neck. you gasped at the feeling of his tongue flattening, dragging up your neck, teeth suddenly nibbling at your ear lobe. the rapid change of sensations had you arching your back, ass pressing harder against his crotch. george hissed, but it quickly became a laugh, a cruel laugh that reminded you, once again that he always had the upper hand. “answer me.” he was still laughing, low and dangerous, nothing funny about your predicament.
“i’ll be so good for you, anything you want.” you gasped out like you needed air. all you needed was him. he let out a hum that signified his approval.
george worked his lips down your back, reaching the band of your bra. you felt his tongue graze the lace band, teeth tugging lightly. his hand glided up your back, pinching the clasp until it popped open. his thumbs rubbed at the light marks in your skin, some made by the indents of the material, others that he recognised from your night well spent in canada. his tongue was back on you, grazing right down the centre of your spine until he reached your panties. you rolled your eyes as the band was pulled away from your skin, snapping back against you. when you turned your head to glare at him, urging him to get on with it, you were met with a boyish grin that made your heart race.
“let me take my time, my love. need this.” he groaned, and you swear your eyes rolled back in your head at hearing those words. god, you needed it to.
“anything you want.” you panted again, relaxing further into the mattress to let him do as he pleased.
clearly george thought you were getting a bit too comfortable, a light slap on your ass jolting you up slightly. again, your head whipped around, an unsympathetic, devilish grin taking centre stage on his usually angelic features. he peeled your panties down over the curve of your ass, hands grazing your legs as he pulled them off of you. as soon as they were off, you heard them drop onto the floor.
your skin was littered with goosebumps, the lack of contact leaving you anxious with anticipation. you could still feel the heat of his body, squirming on the bed for a second, before you were flipped over, suddenly flat on your back. your hair was fanned out, eyes refocusing ahead on him. he was back on top of you before you could even blink, slotting himself between your legs.
your unclasped bra was yanked off, tongue circling one of your nipples the second you were bare. george rolled his hips, boxer clad cock grinding right against your clit and you whined, the pressure being overwhelming after such a build up. your legs climbed higher on his waist, urging him closer, a silent beg for him to give you something.
“george,” you whined, “need you to fuck me. need anything, please.” you were an unashamed, needy mess, writhing on the sheets beneath his body. he pulled away from your nipple with a pop, staring down at you.
“this isn’t about what you need, darling.” he cooed, bringing one hand up to stroke your face. his hand trailed down, the soft action suddenly replaced by his fingers grabbing at your jaw. “listen to me,” he started, deep voice barely above a whisper, but commanding enough to leave you wide eyed and hanging on to his every word. “i’m going to fuck you, okay?” you nodded frantically, jaw still resting firmly between his fingertips. “but,” you pouted, suddenly not liking where his was going. “you won’t cum until i let you, okay love?”
you stared up at him, pout only intensifying. he started rolling his hips and that was all it took for you to be convinced that anything was better than nothing. you were more than happy to let him have his fun, let out all of his frustrations, because you knew just how fucking incredible the end result would be.
“please, george, need you in me.” you begged, brain as fuzzy as it always was when he touched you. he sat back on his knees, about to remove his boxers when you both noticed the wet patch you’d made. george groaned quietly at the sight, quickly peeling them off.
“quite the mess you’ve made.” george tutted, settling back between your thighs. “let’s see how messy you’ve gotten yourself.” he mumbled, spreading your legs for him. “look at you, darling. fucking drenched.”
he pressed the pad of his finger against your clit, rubbing so lightly that you could have been imagining it, if it weren’t for the shockwaves running through your body. you felt so overstimulated and he’d barely done anything at all. he watched as you clenched around nothing, your pussy getting wetter and wetter while he did next to nothing. you knew that his ego was definitely getting its boost and that knowledge made your eyes roll back.
there was just something about him, something about his arrogance, his self assured way of carrying himself through every given moment that drove you wild.
finally, he leant over you, fingers still toying with your clit as he did. you were already boneless, waiting, desperate, but all of the teasing seemed worth it when you felt the head of his cock stretching you open. his eyes were on you the entire time, adding depth to the sensations you felt, somehow intensifying the way he was opening you up.
just as you began to question this strange, intimate moment, you were caught off guard by his lips moving, his words barely registering until you felt the harsh snap of his hips.
“this is for me. you’re all for me.”
george was relentless, fucking you harder than he had the first time, something you didn’t know was possible. he had you pinned down, spread open deliciously as he pounded into you, fingers slow on your clit, not at all matching the pace he set with his hips. he was playing with you, winding up your body so skilfully and so cruelly, your eyes squeezed so tightly shut at the overwhelming feelings. he kept you on your toes, speeding up the circles on your clit until he felt you clenching around him, at which he stop his fingers.
“don’t you dare, sweetheart. don’t you fucking dare.” he muttered straight in your ear. he could feel how close you were, could feel how hard you were squeezing him, trying to obey him.
“george, please. need to- fuck fuck fuck.” your pleads were cut short by his fingers back on your clit, rubbing furiously, just for a few seconds to get you nice and close for him. this time, when he pulled his digits away, he pulled out of you too. “what’re you-“ you cried out, frustration taking over.
you watched him roll off of you and onto his back, taking a seat against the headboard. he patted his thigh, once, twice, and suddenly it made sense.
“you want to cum for me, darling? come and get it.” he ran his hand over his cock, tempting you towards him.
your body was exhausted already, but you needed him and you had a feeling that he needed you just as badly. so, you managed to flip yourself over, crawling the short distance across the mattress until you were kneeling beside him. you swung a leg over, settling nicely on his lap, taking a second to catch your breath.
“come on, my love. know you can take me.” he urged, hands grabbing at your hips as you kneeled so that you could sink down on him. you took your time, adjusting to his size, despite just having him inside of you. he seemed to be enjoying how long it was taking you to sink down on him fully, but you didn’t care like you usually would. after everything that had happened to him, you’d let him be a bit smug.
“so full. god, you’re so big.” you moaned, rocking your hips slowly at first, starting to build up a rhythm. he looked so sexy, rested against the headboard, hands lazily guiding your hips.
“come on, sweetheart, pick up the pace. know how bad you need it.” george was getting close and he needed you to get there too. you weren’t exactly far off.
you ground yourself down on him, rolling your hips as you felt him hit that spot inside of you, wondering how he could possibly be so deep. you were a mess on top of him already, whining as you rode him erratically. just as you started to raise your hips, sliding yourself up and down, you heard the worst, most annoying sound in the world: your phone. buzz after buzz after buzz had you worried, so you leaned over, pulling the device out of your jacket pocket. the changing angle made you yelp, which made george laugh. at least he knew you couldn’t ignore him.
where are you?
ocon dnf - need you at the pen
hello???
“oh god,” you cried out, his cock hitting that spot as you read the messages you’d missed. “need to go, oh fuck.”
“you need to cum.” he looked so smug that you wanted to slap him, but as long as he was making you feel so good, you’d refrain.
“no, no, need to go.” you made no effort to stop, rocking your hips like your life depended on it, tits bouncing.
“you’re not leaving this bed until i’ve had you shaking on top of me,” he sat up, grabbing your ass with both hands, rocking you even harder on his cock. “twice.” he grinned, pressing a kiss to the centre of your neck when your head fell back, an animalistic moan ripping from the back of your throat.
you could feel yourself clenching around him, and you quickly found yourself spilling all over his cock, crying out nothing but his name like it was a prayer, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you came.
george didn’t stop, no, arms wrapping around you to hold you down on his cock, hips rutting erratically into yours. a sob tore from the back of your throat, accompanied quickly by a scream, complimented by his own moans tumbling out of his mouth. he was hitting your spot just right every time, vision turning white as you came again, even harder than you had the first time. you could feel his release filling you up, the pair of you entangled in the centre of the bed. you stayed on his lap, chests heaving as you both tried to catch your breath, slumped in each other’s arms.
“how the fuck am i supposed to go out there like this?” you joked, giggling as the exhaustion you felt battled the insane rush of endorphins and adrenaline. you felt the vibration of his laugh against your chest, his breath fanning your neck.
“i’d offer to give you a piggyback but i think that would be a bit suspicious.” he teased. you raked your fingers through the damp hair at the nape of his neck.
“are you doing okay?” you whispered, wondering if he felt any better.
“i’m okay.” he replied. “i’ll be even better if you finish up those interviews and let me take you to dinner later.” his voice was still light, but the teasing was replaced by something else, something hopeful. your breath caught in your throat. a date?
“you’re something else entirely, do you know that?” you couldn’t even mask the awe in your voice, barely even tried to.
“oh, i know, love.” you pulled back, fingers still locked at the nape of his neck, stomach flipping a little bit at the actual, genuine smile on his face. “is that a yes?”
“help me stand up,” his fingers glided over your shaking thighs. “and i’ll consider it.”
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kayimx · 1 year
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Sub! Miles Quaritch?
SUB! Colonel Miles Quaritch headcanons
Pt.1
Warnings: Suggestive, reader being a tease, AFAB & Na'Vi reader, Dom and Sub relationship, dirty talk, a bit of praise kink, NSFW
Author's note: okay well, my first writing!! I hope it will be to everyone's liking bc I really really tried my best 😭 Part 2 will be the part where the fun begins!
Since many of you have voted for 4k to 8k words, I have split the ff in 2 parts.
Well.. Have fun reading!!
Over 4k words.
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At work Miles likes to act like all though and scary to gain the respect of everyone working around or with him.
But out of everyone, you are the one person, who can see a whole new side of him.
And that side, can be only seen in one place only.
The bedroom.
After a long and stressful day of trying to find Jake Sully's hideout, Miles makes it his new mission to get to his bunkers before anyone can bother him throughout the night.
Arriving, he immediately makes his way to the showers to wash away all the dirt and sweat sticking on his blue skin.
Stepping under the hot shower, he let's out a deep sigh.
"Finally" he mumbles to himself while massaging his scalp.
Suddenly noises can be heard behind him.
Not sure, if it was just his imagination of him being too tired or if it was a intruder, yet he made his mind and body ready for any possible attacks.
Feeling a touch on his underarm, he spins around immediately, strongly grabbing whatever dared to step inside unannounced and without his permission.
With a loud yelp you jump back by his sudden actions. "Woah there, cowboy!" , you yell out, not very surprised by his reaction, "it's just me."
Letting out another sigh he let's you go and shakes his head.
"Sorry, I thought it was someone else. You could've just say my name instead of sneaking up on me you know." He tries to reason.
"There's no fun in that, though. I wanted to see how you'd react, sorta what I expected. A little scared kitty cat." you giggle stepping next to him under the running water.
"What do you want?" He asks while looking at you in annoyance. "What does it look like I want, Einstein? A quick shower with my oh so welcoming soldier."
He rolls his eyes at your words before feeling your warm hands on his shoulders, massaging and rubbing them softly.
Just then did he realize how much he needed your soft touches on him after everything he had to endure today, which caused him to let out soft moans and deep groans.
An immediate grin grew on your lips, looking at his relaxed face with big eyes. "Aww.. I figured Kitty cat had a long day, huh?" You purred into his ear causing him to whimper quietly, but just enough for you to hear, making u grin wider. "You needed someone to take care of you so bad, am I right?"
You slowly started nibbling on his ear, biting on it softly, kissing his neck, licking it, everything that makes him shudder against you.
Taking one of your hands off his shoulders, you slowly start rubbing his chest before moving to his abs, just to stop over his V-line, keeping up the rubbing. "My my, something is purring I see."
"Y/N.. Don't play with me." He tries to warn you, but the pleading look he gives u says something way different.
"Kitty cat forgot his manners? Haven't I thought u anything?" , you ask quietly tilting your head to the side, "You know what you have to do to earn it. Pretty sure your shoulders aren't the only tense thing by the looks of it. Clearly you need some help to get it fixed. I mean..." you pause, stepping closer to him till your bodies touch " I don't think your hands can do the job alone knowing how needy the kitty can be.."
Miles let's out another sigh, clearly not knowing if he should go for it or stand his ground. He is the great Colonel after all, the feared and strong soldier.
He tried to protest against you, but was immediately shut down by you grabbing his braid and pulling on it hard making him gasp in surprise.
"Come on... ~ surely you don't wanna be a brat, right. It just takes a few words." You purr against his lips, lowering your hand further down.
"Fuck.. Fine." Was all he said before shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath. "P.. ugh, please.. "
"Please what? Gotta be more specific kitty." You tease pulling harder on his braid making him let out a low whimper in response.
"Please touch me..."
"Touch you where, baby? You almost made it."
There was a short silence through the bathroom halls, Miles didn't want to give in so quickly. He wanted, no ,he needed to show you the man that he is.
You being you, you could see every thought going through his mind just by looking at his eyes. It was cute to you whenever Miles tried to be the "boss" in these situation, but would you let it slide? Of course not.
With another strong tug on his braid, you were able to make him fall onto his knees thanks to the strong pain he felt.
Grabbing onto your hand, he looked up to you in anger with a hint of pleasure.
You grab his cheeks, lowering your gaze down to him, "say it. You remember the last time you decided to be a brat, right?"
"....fuck, fine.. please fucking touch me already. You don't know how much I fucking need you right now, please."
You thought about keeping it up with the teasing, but seeing his eyes turn from anger to lust and pure pleasure, you decided to give him what he wanted.
"Such a good boy." You grin.
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Thank you so much for reading.
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meetmyothersouls · 2 years
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i need ch 10 of it’s not you it’s me IMMEDIATELY, it’s fulfilling the drama I don’t have in my life
It’s Not You, It’s Me
Part 10
Warnings: Violence, blood, not proof read bc I am a lazy bitch 
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9
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Timothee’s POV 
“Get off of me!” 
I shoved her. I shoved her so hard she slammed into the wall of my parents elegantly decorated bathroom. I never understood why they decided to decorate their bathroom in pink elephants, but I silently thanked them when a porcelain elephant slid off of one of many floating shelves and knocked Lilly in the head. It cracked on impact before falling to the floor and shattering into a million pieces. Between the blow to her head and the impact of my shove, she slowly eased her back down the wall, wincing as she connected with the floor. I was sure that tiny shards of the pink elephant were piercing her skin. 
Good.
I didn’t care. The only thought in my mind was finding y/n. She couldn’t have gone far. Not in her state. As I attempted to cross the bathroom floor, a hand grasped my ankle. 
“Timmy don’t leave,” Lily whined. “We could be so happy together. Remember?”
She tightened her grip on my ankle and lightly tugged on my leg. 
“You don’t need her.” Her voice was breathy and sensual, and I knew what she was trying to do.  Playing the part, I smirked and cocked my head to the side before kneeling down to join her on the floor. I clicked my tongue three times and shook my head. 
“Lily,” I started, grabbing her chin in between my thumb and index finger. I turned her head to the side to see a bright red trickle of blood make its way down her temple, then back to face me. Slowly, I inched my face to hers. Reeling her in. She held her mouth open slightly. Waiting. Her breath was shaky and smelled like mint from the lime green gum I could see sitting in her mouth. It disgusted me. The very thought of her existing disgusted me. I could kill her. Right here. But I wouldn’t. When my lips were sheer inches from hers, I quickly moved to her ear where I continued in a whisper laced with an insidious lethality, “you touch me again and you’ll wish you had never met me. You interfere with my relationship again and I’ll make sure you don’t meet anyone else.” 
I stood, ripping my ankle from her grasp and in one stride I was standing in the threshold of the bathroom. But a thought stopped me. One that shook me to my very core. 
“I’d make myself missing if I were you.” 
She looked at me, puzzled. 
“If she doesn’t take me back...I’m coming for you.”
Reader’s POV
The great thing about New York, was that there were Taxis...everywhere. Even in the gated community Timothee’s parents lived in. Seconds after you walked in on Timothee and...her, you were in a cab. 
“Where to ma’am?” The driver asked. 
You were silent. You hadn’t thought that through yet. You hadn’t thought about...well anything. You weren’t even sure what you saw. You didn’t want to give it enough thought to relive the memory. Once was enough. 
“Ma’am?”
He was already driving, and you knew Timothee would likely be seconds behind, but you didn’t want him to find you. Not right now. 
“A hotel...maybe outside of the city?” 
The driver eyed you through the rearview mirror and nodded. 
“Trouble in paradise?” He asked. 
You scoffed. “Yeah, you could say that.” 
You looked out the window, pressing your temple against the cool glass. He’d find you. He always did. You had your ring on, but you didn’t take anything else. No phone, no purse. Nothing. You’d figure it out when you got there, you decided, pushing down the panic rising into your throat. 
“Listen, it’s a bit of a drive, but there’s this hotel in New Jersey that’s got a bit of a view and might be exactly what you’re looking for.” 
You nodded, a lump in your throat forming as tears welled in your eyes. You choked out a sob, trying, but failing, to make it silent. 
“Hey. Hey. Don’t cry. Look,” the driver said, pointing to a sign hanging around his rearview mirror: 
This cab is a NO crying zone.
You laughed, wiping away the tears that made their way down your cheeks. 
“My name’s Larry,” Larry said, his eyes moving back and forth from the road to the mirror to look at you. Larry had dark brown eyes and a very thick, black mustache. You couldn’t see his body, but his face was round, and his cheeks were pink. He had a small bald spot forming on the back of his head and you decided that he looked like a very nice man with a very comforting presence. 
You told Larry everything. You told him about Timothee and the pregnancy. You told him about Lily and the baby shower. You told him about the bathroom encounter. You cried and Larry listened. 
When you arrived at the hotel, it was the sun was just setting and Larry, turned to face you. 
“The ride’s on me.” 
Normally you’d decline, but you didn’t bring any money. 
Larry shifted in his seat, and pulled out a tattered, light brown leather wallet. He handed you a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill, “and so’s the hotel. And don’t try to tell me no. You take this money, and you get yourself a room and you give yourself some time.” 
Tears once again filled your eyes, and you didn’t stop them as they slid down your cheeks. 
“Can I hug you?” You managed to crack out. 
“Of course you can, sweetheart.” 
You pushed yourself out of the cab and walked around. Larry’s body was just as round as his face, and you immediately smelled his cologne. You couldn’t place the scent, but you were sure it was the same scent your grandpa wore. The smell was almost as comforting as his hug. When he pulled you into his arms, he held you tightly. Like how a dad would hug his daughter after a break-up. 
“Now, when that boy comes looking for you, you tell him your Uncle Larry has a nice knuckle sandwich waiting for him if he has anything to say other that ‘I’m sorry’.”
You nodded, wiping away a few more tears. “Thank you, Larry. Truly.” 
Timothee’s POV
I picked up a ping form her tracker on her ring, but I lost it. For the first time I couldn’t find her. I drove all over New York City. I drove into the night. I called her phone. I texted her, only to find all of her things in her purse at my parent’s house. 
Fuck. 
I pulled into my parent’s driveway at 3am. 
I slammed my fists into the steering wheel before climbing out. My body was weak; either from the lack of food or the thought of losing the one real and constant thing in my life. 
I fell onto the concrete. 
I slammed my fists into the stone. 
Over. 
And over.
And over. 
I punched through the sound of crunching bones and squirting blood. I punched through the pain and the tears. 
And then, I kept driving. 
I was going to find her. 
Reader’s POV
It had been three days since you walked in on Timothee and Lily and you were able to think clearer. The thought no longer pained you, though it still made you cringe. You felt bad about leaving. You felt bad about being away from Timothee for so long. You weren’t sure why he hadn’t found you. You didn’t have your phone, but you had your ring. He always found you with your ring. 
Larry came by daily, to check on you and lend you money for additional stays at the hotel. You were thankful for the company and for a caring soul. 
On the fifth day, you worried. What if he moved on? What if he moved on...with Lily. 
Fuck. 
You fucked up, you thought. You shouldn’t have left, you should have stayed and let him explain. Part of you already knew from the very beginning that Timothee was innocent in all of this. That it was Lily who cornered him and attempted to destroy your relationship.  
On day six, there was the usual knock on the door. 
Larry. 
You’d planned to ask him to drive you back. To take you back to Timothee’s parents’ house. You’d beg Timothee to forgive you for leaving. You’d tell him he didn’t need to explain, you already knew he was innocent and you loved him more than life itself. 
But when you opened the door, it wasn’t Larry. 
It was Timothee’s mom. 
“N-Nicole?”
You looked over her shoulder and into the cab she came there in. Larry sat in the driver’s seat, his face solemn. 
“Y/n,” her voice shook. 
“What is it? What’s wrong?” 
Your heart sank. You felt it fall from your chest and drop into your stomach and while it fell, it thumped a million times per minute. 
“It’s Timothee.” 
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ipegchangbin · 1 year
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filling minho up would be amazing i think 😃 just u fucking him missionary style just like every more intimate and soft sex u have and you know he's searched about this so u decided to surprise him tonight, when u fill he's close to cumming u speed up your thrusts until he's almost done and then u release inside of him and he immediately feels his dick twitch coming back to live and thinks he's being blessed or similar bc it feels so great he can't believe it and yeah if he was kinda tired he would then want to do it again and again until he's 1. completely dry and couldn't get it up anymore or 2. he was simply too out of it to continue, just lost in the sauce bc of how much he's filled to the brim and there's also some dripping down his tights and even tho the view might be nice you can't let any of it go to waste can you? so you start fingering it back inside of him and he whimpers and begs for u but without any clear thought of what he might want bc he just wants u tbh he wants everything u give him and he is getting it ♡ after fully stuffing him completely u get a butt plug just to make sure nothing escapes again, only then you're actually done with him and ready to move on to aftercare. the next day when he wakes up he feels so full he could swear that was his pregnancy day 1 (same felix changbin and seungmin anon)
anon hand in marriage. now
you think it’s amazing? i think it’s an entire wonder of the world.
minho would be so into it. say what you will about his behaviors in bed, but one thing’s for sure, if you can fuck him until he’s full, something else ignites in him that neither of you can explain.
there will always be a tinge of possessiveness involved in the thought of being filled up. he has probably done the same to you before and he generally knows how much it riles you both up to be on that level of trust and comfort with each other. also, it just feels like heaven: he finally knows this thanks to you.
now, he can’t let you finish anywhere else, and he always begs for you to fuck him just so you could cum inside.
“don’t wanna spill it.” minho pouts.
“minho, let’s try something.”
you put a hand down to stroke his cock from its base to the tip just once. afterwards, you only readjust your position, being careful not to pull out. your cute subby partner looks at you with beaming eyes and his lower lip bitten back.
“kitten.” you say sternly and it makes minho whimper. “i’ll fuck you over and over, but if you spill any of my cum, i won’t let you finish. deal, baby?”
you reach the mutual agreement over minho’s groans and a deep kiss.
with every thrust, minho digs his nails deeper onto your skin, hugging you across your entire body with his limbs. his hands are sprawled against your back and he’s almost scratching you. you don’t mind since it only brings his body closer to yours. it makes him do a good job of keeping your cum in; cunning as always.
he slips a bit, he begs for you to still make him release, and you can’t help but forgive him with a little punishment: a bigger plug to hold it in. even after all of that, even after you’ve calmed him down with sweet aftercare, even after he’s waken up and it’s been hours since you’ve both done it, he still feels so warm. it almost feels like you haven’t left him.
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mdr-writings · 2 years
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Just for you
eren x fem-reader 
Genre: modern au , cottage core, fwb - fwb to lovers 
Series Warnings: cheating, drug use, barn sex, bath sex, oral ( male and fem receiving), breeding kink, fingering, drowning, descriptive injury, explicit language 
A/N: - I wanted to publish it immediately bc the plot has been freshly brewing in my head and was screaming to come out. Btw the chapters will be short bc i want the series to be a bit long. so pls bare with me.
wc: 741
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nothing hurts more to be laying in your lovers arms in secret. wrapped up in his warmth, skin to skin. not even the slightest gap of air between you two could make you feel more apart. nothing feels better than knowing he is yours, only whenever a soul isn't in sight.
 nothing feels better than him. 
                                      -          8 days earlier       -
                                           Thursday  ~ 2:35 pm 
“ugh, we’re already 2 weeks into summer and we still have nothing planned,” connie sighed , slouching down the café chair pouting. 
It was a common routine for you and your friend group to meet up at a café ,near the College, everyone attended after their last class. It’s also where ,during the pervious semester, they could find you study while scarfing food down your throat. You barely made time for to make breakfast for yourself before your first period. Good thing that wont be repeated until fall semester. 
“relax it’s just the beginning of summer, we have enough time to figure something out ,” jean responded. “so you'll have enough time to bust into a couple chicks before it’s up”, he jokes.
“hey! that wasn't on my list on things I want to do”, connie objected. “speaking of things to do”, he continued. ”what is there to do, we pretty much crossed everything off our lists”.
“hmm, lets see,” armin says while opening his phone to the notes app. he always had a tendency to keep up with what the group did or wanted to do. 
“we’ve been to the beach on Ronnie’s Outpost, we’ve stayed at a condo up north for a month, we went camping in Bikers’ mountain.” armin scratches his chin lightly.” I honestly don't know what else we could do either.” 
“maybe we can visit a cottage farm”, you spoke up.
Silence erupted the groups chatter. Your response caught the group of guard, they stare at you with confusion. 
“what, did I say something wrong?”, you questioned . your face scrunches up in confusion.
“y/n, honestly, what the hell are we gonna do on a farm”, mikasa crosses her arms while questioning you. “it’s bad enough half of the people here belongs on one.”
“hey!”,  sasha, jean, eren and connie yelled at once. 
“I didn't say any names”, mikasa retorted while rolling her eyes.
‘Come on guys”, you interrupted the dispute. “we never been to an actual farm that we could stay at”. “Plus,” you injected,” it'll be kind of like a..... refresher or release of stress.”
“I don't know if we can last a day without service,” eren testifies. “ you know how sasha gets when she can’t speak to her personal chef,”. 
sasha’s face grows bright red while looking away shyly. “he isn't my personal chef”, she mutters. 
“not yet, ”connie taunts with a smile. 
His smile was quickly wiped as it was replaced with a pained frown. sasha pounded at the top of his head. “OUCH, STOP! IM SORRY,” he apologizes frantically.  
“hmph,”sasha pouts furrowing her eyebrows. connie squints his eyes towards sasha, cursing at her under his breath.
“hey”, you interrupted once again. “unless you guys want to sit at this café all summer I suggest you start packing “, you snapped at the group. 
The group reluctantly agreed, nodding their heads. 
You smiles widely, “ alright lets get going, chop-chop”, you says while jumping up and clasping your hands together. You then make your way towards the cafe’s door. Everyone stand up from the table, making their chairs screech against the floor. The group  grabbed their belonging making their way towards the cafe’s entrance. One by one, the group exits the café into the warmed air that filled the sky.
A gush of wind whips past the group’s bodies. 
 “w-wait a minute! y/n, we didn't even get a day or time!”, armin shouts to you.
You were making a break towards your house. you were not gonna waste anytime on this opportunity. Luckily, you were still in hearing distance. “Saturday, 2:00 my place, be there”, you screamed back.
“she does know she drove here right?”, jean asks.
“give it a couple more seconds”, eren says in monotone while staring at your disappearing body into the distance. He pulls back his sleeve to count with his watch.
“3″
“2″
“1″
His phone then begins to ring. He presses the accept button with the tip of his thumb.
“ummm”, you start, “ can someone drive my car to my house”. 
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vigilskeep · 1 year
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Okay but, thinking about how Hawke is always the one she blamed for their siblings' death in the prologue and how in Act 2, when checking in with Merrill Purple!Hawke can basically tell Merrill that Leandra blames Hawke for Bethany being in the circle despite Leandra begging them not to let her go on the expedition. And just more and more of Hawke shouldering more and more guilt for failing to combat forces outside of their control and how it applies to Keir and I just-!
he’s straight up not having a good time
the thing abt keir is that of all my hawkes, he agrees with leandra the most. for someone who is so outwardly different, he is very very much his mother’s son. he accepted the responsibility for his siblings’ safekeeping and anything that happens to them is on him; he would’ve blamed himself for that before she said anything and it would never occur to him to contradict her because in his view she’s right. sometimes that means he accepts things she hasn’t even said because he assumes, i.e. bethany is the favourite child, because of course she is, look at her, why wouldn’t she be. leandra is more protective and such of bethy than she is of keir but that’s for various complicated reasons and does not mean she loves keir any less, imo. it’s just how he reads it because he will always go for the simplest read on an emotional situation bc he’s not very good at this. and he’s not going to bring it up even if he had anything he wanted to say, because he doesn’t know how to look after leandra the way bethy does so he’s just trying to not be a problem
which is not to say that keir never upsets leandra. i’ve mentioned that keir has the Act Break Breakdown™️, where in the three years between acts 1 and 2 he largely doesn’t talk to his friends for the better part of a year, and he ‘comes back’ only to then start becoming a reaver whether anyone likes it or not. keir is trying not to bring all that home and his idea of the best way to do that would be to not be at home at all. that’s the selfless reason; the selfish reason is that keir loathes the amell estate for a long time. he was always trying to get out of gamlen’s house and be somewhere else, and the estate is even worse. he doesn’t want to fucking be here. i imagine he took several trips out of kirkwall entirely for weeks or months at a time, on jobs for meeran and the like. he’s not there for leandra in the act break after they lose bethy. he doesn’t know how to be
the thing about keir and leandra is that they’re designed to function with three other people inbetween them. keir’s an aggressive hawke who finds it really hard to be anything else. they’re supposed to have malcolm to follow or to fondly ally against (don’t listen to your father, darling, he can scare all the merchants from here to denerim but he still doesn’t know a sovereign from a silver) and carver to fondly bully (mother, tell the brat if he’s late to old barlin’s we’ll both lose our jobs and that waitress at dane’s refuge won’t even look him in the eye) and bethany who understands them both to translate between them (dearest, are you still awake? bethany says you had a bad day. oh, why didn’t you say something? look at those bruises. poor dear. when you were little you’d tell me anything. i remember when you’d skin your knee and come running straight to me...). with only the two of them left, there’s just the distance of those three people between them. left to his own devices in the estate, keir will just put as many diplomatic words as he can together and then walk out the door to where he can be himself. and by the time he would do anything to have spent more time with her it’s too late
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This is a temp pic of him for this post until I can do a better one. Story intro and info to send your sim is all below this.
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Producer: Ready when you are Johnny.
*Johnny deeply sighs.
Johnny: Hi my name is Johnny Zest. I’m twenty nine years old and a recent resident of Moonwood Mills moving here three years ago from Oasis Springs. 
Why am I doing a bachelor challenger? Well you see I’ve been unlucky in the love department. When I was younger I used to chase the fairy tale idea of love. The type of love we see in books, movies, tv shows, etc. I thought my prince charming would sweep me off my feet.
However I’m older now and know that fairy tales are just that. Tales.  I know now my prince charming isn't out there. But I’m not looking for a perfect flawless prince anymore. I’ve not been in front of a camera since I moved here as shortly after doing so I had a life changing incident that took some time to recover from. But I am better now and looking to give this a chance. I look forward to hearing from you.
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So I learned a ton from doing Kendall’s BC and so this one will be run differently. As in no elimination challenges. Just reward challenges and such.
Contestants must be male.
Contestants must have a picture.
Contestants must have a bio. Can be as long or as short as they want.
Contestants must have at least one “negative” trait. The trait can be any of your choosing.
I own Werewolves and Cats and Dogs so please stick to those packs only.
CC is fine. Just no skin defaults or eye defaults and please don’t go overboard.
In a private message tell me your guys motive for doing the bc. Is he doing it for fame? Is he doing it for love? Is he doing it hoping to get his hands on money? Note your answer will not affect outcomes in anyway. It is just to help me write characters and build the world around this.
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1) Reserved
2) @wastelandwhisperer
3) @alas-i-cannot-sim
4) Reserved
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Also  you don’t have to make a new guy. You can send in a spare from your legacy or story. As long as he is someone who has never been shared with anyone else. Or you can send in guys you may have made for another bc that lost.
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gaylanrivens · 5 months
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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers
Tagged by @willowmckinley and @skelingtonsderek thanks justiesssss
1. How many works do you have on ao3? 27!! Which still feels fake after having less than ten until like may of this year. 17 are Justified.
2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 24,181.
3. What fandoms do you write for? I mostly only ever write for one fandom at a time so rn its just Justified. But in the past I've written for Supernatural, Julie and the Phantoms, 9-1-1, Stranger Things, Ted Lasso and The Walking Dead. And a number of ones that have never gotten past wip lmao
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? family we find, I Can't Steal You (Like You Stole Me), i could be found, I could be what you had saved, A Fan Knows, blueboys and teddy bears. The popularity of family we find is baffling to me. Also willow did top five justified too so: such a sight to see and it's all for me, feels like i am floating, leaves my body glowing, body's aching for every single drop of your love, might drive this car real fast until we die, sent you a bag of candy dicks. Those first two both having titles from katy perry songs is hilarious.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yeah! Idk I guess I just like showing i appreciate people commenting
6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Definitely will it tear the skin right off our bones?! I'm generally a happy or at least bittersweet/hopeful ending person but that one is angst all the way down lmao
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Fuck uhhhh I'm not really sure most of them have happy endings bc im allergic to sad endings most of the time
8. Do you get hate on fics? Only one time and i still think about it bc it was so insane and chronically online look at this its so funny
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9. Do you write smut? Yeah! Its definitely not my strong suit but im trying to work on it and get more comfortable writing it
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No but I really want to write a justified/spn crossover. I was going to write one for ted lasso bc every fandom needs an spn crossover but I never quite figured it out
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nah
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No but @willowmckinley has jumped in the slasher au sandbox
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? I'm supposed to just pick one after 14 years in fandom? No. Top three in no particular order: stucky, destiel and raylanboyd.
15. What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? God so many im so bad at finishing fics
16. What are your writing strengths? ....fuck if I know
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Also I think I do generally good with dialogue
17. What are your writing weaknesses? Everything definitely that I cant drag anything out
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I've never done it!
19. First fandom you wrote for? Supernatural
20. Favorite fic you’ve written? All of slasher au it is my baby please read it if its in your comfort zone
I think the justie corner is covered tag wise so @vodka-rocks-and-a-piece-of-toast and anyone else that wants to do it!
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Girl I was literally one of your first likes but I couldn't respond right after I read it because I was running late for my lecture. But this is what I think of the latest POYT chapter
IT WAS AWESOME : 11/10
1) For the first time I did not hate Steve and was actually hurt when he hurt in the very end. It was as if I had the mark and I could literally visualize him being hurt seeing Omega being taken away just after she's aid yes to marrying him, after he told her he loved her and after she told him she was pregnant. That's absolutely devastating.
2) I STAN OMEGA. The way the girl finally let her real emotions out this time. For once her inner Omega was stiffened by her other feelings. Each time she hit him for each of his bs was so so so stress busting. Fr she was under so much pressure. I am so happy she finally put herself first and stood up for herself. The way Steve treated her was absolutely unacceptable.
3) FUCK OFF BUCKY. Tf is wrong with you?! What kind of sick person leaves a girl out in pouring rain and laughs? The audacity he had to think Omega would cheat. It doesn't only show how bad of a friend he is but also how low he thinks of Omega. You really think she would be unfaithful to Steve because he did that to her? And even if she was - trust me lad - not happening with you out of all the people. Fucking knob. I wish Steve threw him out of the house.
4) Even tho Sam was shitty throughout the series seeing him sincerely apologize was kinda nice and sweet. Made me break into a little smile between all the angst.
5) Peter, baby ik you're heart's in the right place, but respectfully ...... piss off. Not happening. Also hilarious that he's the one GRIPPING Omega and dragging her away. WHY CANT THESE BOYS LEARN A BIT ABOUT ✨️CONSENT✨️
6) Jensen getting to play was so sweet, now all he needs is some nice company who actually treats him well.
7) As a reader I want to feel like a part of the story, I DID. IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME. I felt as if I, myself was in that poytverse. I saw Omega cry and imagined Steve sketching her at night in the dim moonlight when her skin glows and she's so peaceful and finally looks like an angel cause she is one. I felt the love, I felt the rage and I felt the hurt. There was so much that I can't even begin to comment on everything. I bet I missed out a lot but I really wish I got to comment on each and every line.
It was everything I imagined and more. It was so well written, love. Honestly, it probably made my entire week and will get me through my hectic schedule. I also recommended it to my best friend and I Def think she'll love this too.
Btw, the I love you and I am pregnant at the football game after they won the game - straight out of a fairytale. It think Steve might truly deserve Omega now. And the one where he exposed his neck for her to mark - MADE ME SO WEAK.
Ok I should stop now or else I'll get carried on-
~A <3
ooof bestie so many opinions!!! firstly thank you so much for reading, ily😩💕 lemme answer them in order!
1. Poor Stevie😩 finally poured his heart out (as much as someone as heartless as him can) and it was all thrown back in his face when his omega left him. His perfect life — future wife, baby, everything — was ripped away from him and I wonder how sadistically he will react to that🤔
2. Yassss omega finally let Steve have it! I wanted to write this for all of us, bc all my readers have hated how she was treated — so i was hoping it would be super satisfying to see her voicing her frustrations!
3. Bucky is kind of delusional… I guess he just can’t seem to grasp that Steve got to omega first. He’s insulted that she’s not interested in him — bc he’s slowly becoming obsessed with her😮‍💨 her rejection insulted him so much that he not only locked her out in the rain, but he also twisted her arm painfully😭😭 the villain of poyt, and we haven’t seen the last of him!
4. Sam showing signs of maturity! But also… omega didn’t forgive him and she doesn’t have to hehe.
5. Unfff exactly!! All these boys need to chill and give omega some space to figure things out for herself!! 😤😤😤
6. Jensen played well!! I didn’t write it in the chapter, but he played well and even Steve was begrudgingly impressed. Not nearly as good as Bucky would’ve been tho.
7. Oh bestie, as a writer this is so lovely to hear!! All I wanna do is make sure my writing invokes some kind of emotion within the reader, so I’m so so so happy that you felt that when reading!! Thank you so much!💕💕😌
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unicorn-gallerexy · 2 years
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Hello, Sugar cubes. I have gotten sucked into twisted wonderland, figuring out college and work. I am so tired. Anyways, here's a little something from the notes. This was written before the other SK! Mattsun piece, jsyk
CW: The horny goblin wanted blood and it got it, smut, SK! Mattsun, established relationship, mentions of homicide, knife play, violence, dubcon bc he didn't really ask but reader is into it.
Argument spree
The news played in the background as I went through and edited page after page for this new book.
"According to investigators, this is connected to a recent but unsettlingly long string of crimes around the area. Detectives say that although the victims are barely anything alike, they all have one thing in common: All of them look to be crimes of passion, a small heart drawn on the back of their right hand..." I opted to stop listening after that, reaching for the remote to turn the TV off as I kept scanning over my writing. My eyes didn't fail to miss the small heart bracelet around my right wrist, a gift. I roll my eyes after a while and sigh, unable to focus on my revisions.
"Dammit." I get up and grab a drink from the fridge, going up to the shared bedroom to lay in wait. Being in love with a serial killer is not too much different from a normal relationship, minus police snooping every now and then. Arguments are just as common and after this most recent one, he's opted to go on the quickest spree I've seen, changing up to avoid normal suspicion, but knowing that I would see it. He's been gone for about a week, but has already managed to kill 9 people. I stare up at the ceiling until I dose off, *maybe a nice nap will help me get back in an editing mood*.
A hand clasps itself around my neck, immediately waking me but squeezing before I can make a sound. "***Don't. make. a sound.***" I know the voice, but because I'm on my side, I can't see the face, though the familiar hand on my throat is enough confirmation. Matsukawa presses his hips into mines, grinding as his other hand makes its way up my shirt, feeling slick and cold.
"I'm kinda upset, baby. It's been almost a week and you haven't even said a word to me. No calls, not a text, nothing. Are you still that mad at me, love?" He shifts so he's over me, releasing his hold on my throat.
"I'm not the one who started that argument, nor am I the one who went and had a murderous tantrum." I glare up at him only to have my gaze interrupted by my shirt as he forces it over my head, pulling at my pants after, feeling his hands still slick in the dimly lit room. "Is there literally blood on your hands right now?!" I asked after fully coming to my senses as he forces my pants off of me, tossing them with my shirt as I take in the fact that he has on nothing but his boxers.
"Yes, and?. I was still mad before I decided to come back so I went and carved up a girl like a fresh baked ham. Don't be jealous tho, babe, I brought back your favorite knife." He smiled as he reached over and grabbed the switch blade he took ehen he left and pressed the tip to my collarbone. I stiffen under him as he drags it across my upper chest, free hand pulling off the remaining clothes and discarding them. He pressed the tip of the knife into my skin just enough to draw blood before he attached his mouth to the wound. "1. You're absolutely disgusting for sucking my blood and smearing someone else's blood all over me, you sick fuck." I sigh as he kisses up from my collar to the center of my throat, groaning against my skin. "And 2. You killed 10 people in less than 7 days. You're nothing but evil... And it's hot, even though it shouldn't be."
He chuckled against the skin and bit into the center of my throat before moving over as I whined. He's careful with the knife as he moves my legs so that the back of my knees rest on his shoulders, pushing down his boxers as to grind himself against me skin to skin. His hand still slick, he moves it up to play with my breast, the other moving the knife behind my thigh, eyes daring me to squirm the wrong way and slice myself. "Cmon, stop teasin', Issei. You leave for a week and then come back, slather me in someone's blood and then wanna tease. That's not fa- ahh!" He cuts off middle sentence, the harsh thrust shifting me upwards.
"You're right, I'm just being mean at this point." His smile is sadistic as he sets a ,
harsh pace, pressing himself and my thighs against my chest. He buries his head into the other side of my neck, the knife sharp and more precise than one would think as he presses it into my skin, cutting slice after slice into the backs of my thighs. I squeal and mew under him, eyes glossy with tears as I squeeze around him, making him groan and bite my neck. I reach up and grab onto him, digging my nails into his back, feeling the blood from the back of my thighs trail down his chest.
"Fuck~ fuck, Issei, please~" he pulls away from my neck to press his lips to my ear.
"Say you're mines, darling. Say you belong to me." His voice has a gentle tone of desperation, his hands let go of the knife in favor of gripping the front of my thighs to pull my lower half closer to his. The pain forces a broken moan from me as I fist the sheets at my sides, tears streaming from the corner of my eyes.
"I'm yours, Issei! Only yours, I swear." I babble out as his hips speed up, the sounds and feeling much wetter than normal, though my mind is too mushy to care. My back arches as I whine and keen beneath him, gushing around him as he soon follows, stilling as he grunts and fills me completely. He pulls away so I can properly see his face, giving me a gentle kiss as he moves a hand to cup my face. "I really do love you, you know?" I ask with the softest voice I can, completely tired and limp under him. He chuckles and sits up to put my legs down, his movements slow and gentle.
"I know, and I love you too. Now, how about I clean you up and then we cuddle?" I nod as I watch him disappear into the bathroom, still feeling lucky as ever.
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starfoxnerd4instinct · 9 months
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I feel like one thing that's usual for me is to try to get my faves in other games right and well.....
Decided to try myself on Luke and fuuuuuuck, he's such a goober in Ninjala! XD
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I might've combined his SFV and SF6 appearances bc I thought it could be fun to do that and it surprisingly looks fun as hell!
Besides that, since the game's HELLA restrictive on individual parts (you only have head, face and costume to use), it definitely was a bit harder to get Luke's actual vibes right, but NGL, I feel like I definitely hit it on the head.
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(Listen... I fucking had to, especially the second one!)
As for weapons I think Luke would main...
Trick Ball and Paw-xing Gloves
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The gloves would definitely be his main go to weapon and if we get a Ninjala x SF6 Collab, PLEASE GIVE US LUKE INSPIRED CAT GLOVES!!!
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Funny enough, Trick Ball is usually the pick where I can easily play as said character (bc Main weapon since release), but after thinking, I can definitely see Luke playing it, especially since it's actually consistently decent throughout the game.
Another reason why I picked those weapons is that they both have specials that help in team fights, as I feel like he would probably jump into team fights more than the actual Battle Royale Mode, so having the shield (Paw-xing Gloves) and the rocket (Trick Ball) at his disposal would fit him.
For the people who want to get the style themselves, here's what I went with, the colors are in brackets
Hair : Undercut (blonde)
Face : Ron's face (fair skin, 2nd option)
Eye Lenses : none (dark blue)
Voice : Voice 9
Ippon Decor : Street 2, but can be swapped for anything else, just keep it more fun & energetic (other options are the Comics decorations, JP Calligraphy 1 or 2, Bubblegum 1, I would say Military 1 as well but eh... not fully convinced that it fits or whatever has your fancy)
Hat : none
Face : Kappei's Nose Tape
Costume: Mulberry Trench Coat (other candidates are Marine Military coat, Urban Camo Pants, Slam Dunk Uniform (if anyone wants to reference his basketball alt from V) or throw him in a cheerleader outfit for all I care/hj, the costumes aren't gender locked)
Gum Bottle : Level Up Bottle
Songs : Definitely Party Soliders and rock the Streets! should be on his playlist, Fight Now We Ready could add some spice in, as well as Ninja Hero. But in general, just throw anything fun and upbeat on it.
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Here you go!!
1) sleep care shouldn't be exhausting. So accommodate your needs! If you get tired easy, keep it short and simple! And especially sit down if you have to! If you don't enjoy the "pretty" and "perfect" looking stuff like advanced skin care, sometimes badly dancing to music is enough if it makes you happy! There is no single form of self care. It is anything and everything that regulates your mood after a stressful day!
2) PLEASE don't think you have to do it every day if it's an advanced routine. Then it becomes a daily chore, not something that relaxes you. Make it once every few days, a week or so if you must! It doesn't have to be some nightly ritual if it'll strain you! And if you can't do it on nights you planned (be it you're tired or something else) that's ok! Rest in another way then!!
3) I recommend changing what music you listen to when breaking down. Sometimes the only way to get you out of a bad mood is by forcing it. And in some cases all those sad songs can actually make your mood WORSE. So change it up!! Play an upbeat song so you can naturally feel the need to get up.
4) When trying to change out of a negative mindset, try to take note of the good! Even if it's small! Maybe it's posting about food you like, wearing that one jacket daily, you saw a butterfly, a friend made a joke, etc. Obviously these won't instantly fix your day. But learning to see the pretty things over time can make things just a tad easier
5) and lastly for my first few tips, STRETCH. genuinely. If you get up every 20 or so minutes of being online to stretch, drink water, have a snack, or check if you've forgotten any chores, it can help give yourself fresh air! It also gives your eyes a break, avoiding eye strain!!
THANK UU !! this is going to the save tag bc this is all . very helpful to me actually <3
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Hello! Can I have a Jujutsu Kaisen matchup?
Personality: I’m an ESTP. I’m bisexual but prefer men. I’m passionate, creative, determined, and bold. I’m very protective and loyal to the people I care about. My morals/individuality make up a huge part of who I am. It takes a while for me to trust people but once I open up I’m less serious and more relaxed/quiet. I like martial arts, reading, writing, piano, singing, nature, theater, art (sketching/painting), and researching random stuff. My love language is intellect and acts of service. Touch is reserved for VERY few people and only in private. I don’t like PDA and I love witty banter. But underneath the sarcasm and teasing I’m very down to earth and caring.
Appearance: I’m 5 ft tall, nearly black short hair (I normally braid a small strand), olive tan skin, and dark brown eyes. My aesthetic/style is just whatever I’m in the mood for that looks good. I tend to wear more solid or darker colors, either converse or doc martins, and gold jewelry.
Thank you :)
alright so, this took me some time and i had to rewrite it twice because some annoying little shit sister wouldn't stop bothering and deleted my drafts, so here i am after researching the entire cast personality types and possibile matches.
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there you go! here listed, your candidate lovers!
gojo satoru
“for a twink he's very sure of himself” — utahime at some point, probably.
even though it sounds pretty dubious, this society menace might actually be a good lover.
he's known for being an absolute clown around people and lacking understanding towards the importance of other people's lives, which can only mean two things:
1. you are going to have a hell of a fun with this guy, like, a shittons of fun.
he's gonna bring you in the most chaotic places and make you do the craziest thighs: are you in the mood for a minecraft creative mode? man's not hesitating one second to hold you by the shirt and making you fly around like an eagle holding a pretty prey. say what? you wanna ring people's doorbells and run away? like absolute buffoons? blink and you're already in the middle of it.
2. he's, evidently, not a moral type, so you two might have some arguing here and there because man just couldn't give less of two shits about... anything, apparently.
this clearly answers the questions “am i going to have fun?” but also “am i going to be risking my life every given moment?” probably, no, definitely yes, but he's there to save your ass everytime (he does take his time, though..)
nevertheless, appearances can be tricky: he's very, very caring for the people he's close with, like his students (especially some pink spiky haired kiddo) and he'd do the same with you.
however he doesn't show it at all, not even in private. he really has a problem with understanding and processing his own feelings, so he prefers avoiding them and just cracking a joke instead; the same way, he avoids problems and whenever they get addressed. he lives and enjoys the moment, careless about the consequences.
after all, what consequences would there be for the strongest? the bold, lonely guy who does nothing but having fun to distract himself from everything else?
expect him to cry his eyes out on your shoulder if you ever manage to touch his heart someway, he really has a lot on his shoulders and he accumulated it in years and never let it out like once.
please make sure to recommend him a therapist and kiss his forehead.
to make it short, you would have a funny asf menace to tease you every minute (suggestively or not) and a cute little puppy that would follow you everywhere (and annoy the shit out of you) if he starts simping for you. also he's pretty asf we all seem to forget that bc he a clown. 7/10.
kugisaki nobara
a strong independent boss woman? you got that.
nobara is the epitome of girlboss, leadership and mental strength. she doesn't give a fuck about gender roles, or just anything that doesn't pertain her mindset and she'd fight anybody that'd get in her way (which would be, her way to you in this case).
as seen from yuuji's point of view you might have to carry some shopping bags hence material girl doesn't, no, can't get tired because she has to shop more.. naturally, for you.
she would be going around every shop and jewelry to find something to make you wear, she'd be so careful about it, searching for the perfect gifts to spoil her favorite person, especially because money isn't a problem for her — it is in fact well known that jujutsu sorcerers get a pretty high salary due to the dangerous job they're required to do.
yes she does steal gojo's card regardless and yes she would involve you in every little crime she commits but that's a story for another time.
objectively a fierce motivator and motivated herself, this lovely gal couldn't bear just one second of seeing you sad and rest assured, she'll do whatever is in her power to make you smile again.
you can bet your hand on the fire that she'd be bringing you to pretty dates in pubs and then stargazing. what? you thought she wasn't romantic? she probably watched grease and wanted to find her own sandy, and then here you are.
albeit not exactly sandy, but even better! an absolute leader like you ruling with her? your kingdom will be feared by everybody <3.
girlboss will take care of you and love you lots like you're literally her type. 8/10
maki zenin
ah well, the badass-ery of this girl has no end: another leader, this gal right here.
ready to make fun of you while kissing your cheek, she would probably beat your ass for fun and would absolutely love if you'd fight back and even give her a hard time winning.
her mind is set on her goals, she's ready to fight whoever tries to stop her and would show no mercy to those that would try to touch you.
she'd be like “shut up” and “you're annoying” but her hands on your hips while holding you close would say so differently ^_^.
smart, perspicacious and ready to fight god, she wouldn't let anybody hurt you and would support you anytime, helping you in every situation of need, even if it's just caressing your head.
nevertheless it has to be said: being a very straightforward person, she would ask you to speak up if there's any kind of problem because she would do the same. she's not gonna sugar-coat anything — if you're being a bitch, she's telling you.
she's like you, she'd like you and wouldn't hesitate giving you all she has to give. 9/10 i really recommended her to you.
my dear silverblades, this took a lot of effort since i've never took care of my characterization of every other character that isn't nanami dhshskhdjd, i hope gojo/nobara/maki stans and YOU happen to find this decent enough and i apologise for any mischaracterization.
let me know if you have found your perfect partner between these!
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noro-noro-noro · 1 year
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ok i have some more time! here is:
  1. the dream from tuesday night, in which pwaa case 3-5 turns into a horror movie because pearl gets possessed by a demon & then her head explodes. 2. thursday night (technically like 3am friday morning but whatever) where some people would have fake deaths & need to get on the bus
10.25.2022
ok! i don’t remember much of this since it was already a while ago & it was genuinely really unsettling, but it went like this. i made a gif of pearl’s head exploding bc it freaked me out, so if you don’t want to see that this is your sign.
pearl slipped off the inner temple side when the lightning struck & died bc there’s rocks down there. but she came back! but she was possessed by a real actual demon. anyway while her consciousness was still out, it climbed back up the cliff by using her hands as rock climbing nuts, which obviously made them get really fucked up & tore up her skin & everything, but the demon set her hands on fire on the bridge to hide that, & then put the fire out. (it had fire powers), & then pretended to get knocked out by falling rubble or something. 
since the bridge wasn’t as burnt out, edgeworth found her on day 1 of investigations bc it was still safe to cross.. she said she remembered the lightning strike & put out the fire, but didn’t remember anything else. edgeworth is not a medical professional and who’s gonna doubt like an 8 year old whose story matches up currently. he tried to get her to go to the hospital, but she refused until maya was safe, so he at least wrapped her hands up. she also had a big bruise on her forehead like that
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and the bruise would get darker pretty much every scene she was in over time. edgewowrth was really concerned if she had a concussion, especially since she was complaining of feeling weird & heachaches all day, but she absolutely refused to leave or be babied by anyone & seemed stable overall, & he was able to focus on the investigation. phoenix was there too but it was following Edgeworth's pov for this part. 
anyway then at night the bridge caught on fire again & everyone that was there ran to check it out, & pearl was there & she said some weird stuff & then her bigass forehead exploded bc the demon was living inside her brain & then it came towards the screen really fast all jumpscare-like & we got a cut to black game over screen.
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^it was pretty much exactly like that. so.
10.27.2022 OK so in this one, it was me, one of my internet friends, & my other friend who i played Faith with earlier this week. in the world people had timers above their heads that showed how long until they died. only you could see your timer unless you shared it with people, so like you could show your friends & stuff if you really wanted. but it was like private info otherwise. anyway we all saw that our timers were counting down to a time really soon from now, & they were all the same, & then the bus driver came to pick us up. we were confused - we hadn’t died, we were still alive? but this just happens osmetimse - the timers get confused, so it’s a false death. think like those ants who get the death chemical on them. everyone thinks they’re dead. your brain thinks you’re dead on its basest level, even if you’re not, so you’re dead. 
i was having a fit & i wanted to go home to say bye to my sister, so i managed to convince the bus driver to go by my mom’s house. my sister wasn’t there. my mom could only see me for 30 seconds, & she’d started rearranging the house - a lot of the furniture was gone or moved around in really weird ways. 
and then after that the bus driver took me back onto the bus. there was a little blond girl there. she looked like this one kid ava i worked with when i was 13 - big ol head, flat really pale blond hair, etc. she would cry all the time. tthe bus driver was really mean to her. mean to everyone tbh but i only really got mad when he wa mean to her. mean to me & my friends? whatever. mean to a 6 year old? grr
there were some shenannigans & stuff but i woke up abruptly today so i only have the last scene clearly - we were by the beach. it was really gorgeous. the sand was light orange, the sky was super clear & greenish blue, the water was really refreshing. me & my 2 friends were in a rock pit by the beach in like swimsuits or whatever. idk what we were doing in there. the water was 300 feet to the right. maybe we were hiding from the bus driver, but we knew he’d show up eventually. and he did. 
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