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kentopedia · 4 months

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SHADES OF RED — nanami kento

summary . . . kento tries to move on, but he sees you in every shade of red

contents . . . ex-boyfriend nanami, nanami pov, f!reader, reader is only mentioned but she loves the color red, suggestive part at the end, kento has a new gf but :/ he wants you bad — 700 words

notes . . . erm this is so self indulgent btw ! everyone around me laughs at me for only getting my nails done the color red and this was born bc i got my nails done today. in my yearning!kento era ig <33 he can miss us instead of the other way around smh

kento had never considered himself a sentimental man.

he’d always had the keen ability to let go of things easily—or, at least, to let go of them without too much regret. he’d never been overly emotional about things that served as reminders to his past. kento could’ve passed his childhood home and, sure, he’d feel a twinge of nostalgia. but it was one that he’d get over once he was out of the neighborhood, on his way to something different, somewhere better.

perhaps, it was a lack of sentimentality, or perhaps his future orientation was just a mechanism to help him cope with the ever-changing thing he called life.

too bad that approach never worked when it came to you.

even after you broke up with him, kento saw you everywhere he went. four years together was too much time, and time wasn’t enough to wash away the smell of your perfume, the love letters you’d written that he’d shoved away. kento still had a few of your belongings you’d never come back for. pieces of jewelry you’d left behind, and he’d never been able to get rid of.

your pretty red lipstick still stained the corner of his sofa, the tiny little smear where you’d accidentally dropped the tube.

you’d apologized, embarrassed, so flustered he thought you might cry. but he’d only laughed instead, pushed the cap back on, and kissed the lipstick right back off your face.

it had been his fault anyways.

your golden bracelet still hung with his watches, interlaced with rubies and diamonds. an anniversary gift he’d gotten you, and one that you’d thrown at him angrily when you finally left him.

there was a red ribbon in the center console of his car, one that he’d left there in case you ever forgot a hair tie.

there were reminders of you everywhere, there was red everywhere. the color of the passion, and the color of the fiery love that had burned bright between you.

he saw you everywhere…

even in his new girlfriend.

the first time gojo met her, he told kento how much she looked like you. maybe a little bit taller, her hair a little bit different. her lips were wider, eyes a slightly different shade.

still, the similarities were striking. and she’d never know.

besides all of the red, kento had erased whatever traces of you he could find, kept them locked up in a pretty burgundy box that was tucked away in his closet.

and maybe she was similar to you in appearance, but she was gentler, softer, and she had an affinity for shades of pink. a light rose color was her favorite.

she probably thought that it bothered him, the obvious sign of femininity taking over his apartment. but kento appreciated that the lacy ribbons she left lying around, the lingerie sets, were much lighter than the color you’d tended towards.

“kento,” she interrupted his stream of thought, as he stared at the splotch of maroon on his sofa, remembering how you’d stained his cheeks the same color.

he hummed. it’d been nearly six months since he’d seen you last. it’d seemed like longer.

he shouldn’t miss you this much.

he did, though.

“i’m thinking of getting my nails done.” his new girlfriend—the one that looked like you but wasn’t you—stretched her hands out, looking at the chipped pastel pink at the end of her nails. half of the paint was gone.

“okay,” he said, shrugging. shades of pink, she lived in. it’d be a shade of pink again.

she looked at her fingers, scrutinizing them like she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. “i’m not sure it’d suit me, but… what do you think of red?”

kento’s eyes had drifted over, and for a moment, he contemplated a protest. it didn’t suit her. she was a gentle, sweet soul. her voice soft, words loving—she was pink.

then, he remembered the softness of your palm over his thigh, your fingers threaded in his hair. nails longer, filed perfectly, a beautiful red color painted onto them.

he missed you.

he felt guilty for his answer.

“sure, honey,” kento said, smiling. “that’s pretty.”

when she came home later, kento had pulled her into the bedroom, turned off the lights, the room dark already with the sun that had set. her hands were smaller than yours, fingers more slender, but the color of her nails was the same.

he could imagine your hands between his legs, stroking him lovingly. and kento had to seal his lips tightly to keep your name from spilling from them when he imagined you instead of her.

“mmm,” his new girlfriend had muttered, snuggling into his side. kento stared at the ceiling, sick with longing. “i love you. night, kento.”

he didn’t answer.

when she was asleep, kento climbed out of bed, padded to the kitchen with his phone in his hand. it was past midnight, but you tended to stay up later, a book on your lap, with some form of red on the cover.

his finger hovered over your name; there used to be a red heart next to it, and he wanted to put it back.

he wondered if this would just be another one of those times where his calls went unanswered. or, maybe, this time, you’d pick up.

kento didn’t care anyway.

he pressed the call button.

#idk it's long enough so i guess i'll add tags #i’m sorry #kento nanami x reader #jjk x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x y/n #kento nanami x you #nanami x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆#beloved kento 💋 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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erosmutt · 22 days

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SAM COMING CLEAN TO READER THAT HE'S SELF MEDICATING/IS A JUNKIE. and being all sad and pathetic and scared she is gonna leave him! Stoooooooop i have a savior complex and also want him to cry fuck me

-exam girlie

i was JUST writing sam and dealer!reader, oh gosh. as you wish! <3 (had to add a line break bc it's kinda long, not proofread oops)

𖦹 drug mention, whiny crybaby sam, he is such a good boy and eager to please, angst, make up sex ig, reader is NAWT happy!

𖦹 accompanied by Great Big White World ⋆ Marilyn Manson

"just- hear me out, okay?" Sam asks, rubbing his arms up and down while he paces your living room. you lean back into the couch, "i'm listening." this was the first time you'd seen him in a week. he was hospitalized after taking a speedball with Corey and Josh.

"i... i've been- it's 'cause-" he groans in frustration, tangling his hands in his hair and tugging. you watch, letting him do his thing. "i just.." he once again trails off, then sniffles. his voice wavers too - was he crying? you'd never seen sam cry. not once. ever.

he comes over and plops down onto the couch, elbows resting on his knees. he was going through a withdrawal - his eyes were bloodshot, he was shaking uncontrollably, and he looked like he hadn't slept in eons.

"i know you're gonna be mad at me, okay? i already know!" he whines. you sigh. "Sam, just tell me, alright?" you were getting sick of him beating around the bush. he always did this shit - whines and stomps his feet and flaps his sweater paws and shifts his weight and shimmies around and pouts. and you ate it up every time. because he was your boyfriend. and it was adorable.

his hand comes up to fiddle with his labret. "i use..." he murmurs softly, and you can't do much but blink at him. you knew he smoked weed, but hard drugs? then you're filled with irritation.

"Corey and Josh did this, didn't they? put you up to this?" you stand, and cross your arms. Sam immediately follows suit, now looking down at you. "wait! wait, listen okay?! you gotta listen, please!" he takes a shaky breath. "i- you don't understand! please, listen- don't leave me, don't leave me, please."

you just stare up at him. "you lied to me, Sam." he huffs and stomps his foot like an angry bunny, squirming around. "i didn't!" "you did! you told me you weren't going to get into any trouble with them, Sam!"

the look in your eyes made him want to cry. you were pissed, and it was all his fault. everything was always all his fault, wasn't it?

"just forget it!" he yells, tears spilling down his cheeks. "you never listen to me! never! you're just like my parents!" and that really pissed you off. in a swift motion, you reach up and grip his face, making him look down at you. "i never listen to you, Sam? who's always been there for you, huh? who's always supported you? let you stay over when you run away from home, when you need someone to talk to because your parents don't want to be bothered? huh? but i don't listen? i don't care?"

oh he most definitely fucked up. you were completely right - he went to you for every damn thing. every minor inconvenience, and you always entertained him and helped with whatever it was. his shoelace was knotted? you got it undone for him. he wanted you to do his homework because he was busy getting high? you did it. and he had the nerve to imply you didn't give a fuck about him.

"wait!" Sam cries, wrapping his arms around you. "i didn't mean it, i didn't. i just feel like you're getting mad at me, and i hate when people are mad at me, 'cause i feel like i'm gonna get yelled at, and-" he stops his ramble and sniffles. "'m sorry."

and there goes all your resolve. he was so precious (and pathetic), you couldn't stay mad. if you were mad at anyone, it was his bitchass friends you would be having a talk with soon. you sigh softly and rub his back. "it's okay Sammy, i'm sorry for yelling."

he hiccups, and pulls away, wiping his snotty nose with his sleeve. "really?" he asks, and before you nod, he pouts. "you're lying!" you raise an eyebrow. what was he on about now? "you're just saying that to get me to shut up, aren't you?" here comes the waterworks. again.

and your resolve was back. "Sam-" "no! i'm so sick of you all! you never try and listen to how i feel!" you sigh and put your hands up in surrender. "fine." you don't want to argue. you turn to walk off, making Sam stop and look at you. "...babe?"

you begin walking, and he steps to you, tugging you back by your shirt collar. "babe! where are you going?!" with a roll of your eyes, you turn around and glare up at him. "to give you some fucking space, because you're pissing me off and i'm not in the mood to deal with you."

he'd never heard such harsh words from you before! you'd never told him off, you always coddled him!

"w-wait!" oh, he was stuttering now. how pathetic. "i can make it up to you! please! let me, please." he shifts around nervously, then cups your face and leans in, smashing his lips against yours. you reluctantly kiss back, but his desperation made him so aggressive that you had to hurry up to keep pace, his tears and snot getting onto your face.

"hmm, mmph," he pulls away, a string of saliva that connected your tongues snapping once he licks his lips. "lemme make it up to you," he once again wipes his snot away with his sleeve. "i can, i promise." when you just give him a look, he takes it as a yes and begins to frantically undress himself until he's just in his plaid boxers and socks and shoes. he guides you to the couch and pushes you down, tugging at your jeans as if he was running out of time. "gonna make it up to you, promise," he murmurs, pulling them (along with your panties) off you.

he takes himself out and spits down onto his hand, then rubs it over his cock. as soon as he pushes inside, he lets out a bitchy whine and nearly collapses on top of you. "wait, i got it, promise-" you noticed he always said that. he promised. you had yet to see him keep one, though.

Sam's eyes begin to well with tears again, his nose getting runny. "wai- wait wait wait," he exhales shakily then swallows. "i can do it..." he sniffles, his hips slowly moving forward until he bottoms out inside you. "hnn," he sniffles, warm tears falling onto your face.

he was dead set on pleasing you. he thrusts his hips against yours, tears continually falling onto you - your face, neck, and shirt, depending on where he was. "din' mean to make you upset," he murmurs, trying to focus on not cumming prematurely. "always- hhhuh- do that," his arms were shaking, he could barely hold himself up. "hate making you mad, y'know,"

finally losing his strength, he falls forward, his weight now pressing into you, drawing a huff from you. "oh god, Sam-" he lets out a low whine, nuzzling against your cheek, smearing tears onto your skin. "please don' be mad anymore babe, don't," you wince, trying to push him up by his shoulders to no avail. he was a heavy thing. "alright, i'm not," and him fucking you wasn't really making it up to you. he was just sobbing pathetically and using you as a goddamned tissue while he rutted his hips like a virgin.

he did cum prematurely, surprise surprise. he was so fucking pathetic it was laughable. but he was your pathetic laughable boy nonetheless. it took him an entire ten minutes to recover, all his weight on you as he laid on you with no care for crushing you. he was silent besides his panting, and you could do nothing except stroke his hair to hopefully coax him to sleep. you would have an actual productive conversation with him sometime soon, not able to handle another fit from Sam.

ᝰ.ᐟ @102hannah

#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ bnuuy's drabbles!#bnuuy answers #exam girlie anon #anon!#asks!#sam monroe #sam monroe smut #he's so fucking pathetic #i hate josh booo

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uwurakax · 6 months

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ー　死神　♡

halloweenie vibes ig, and im probs not even gonna get one fic out for it ( lmaoo whats new ), so just for spoop, enjoy a smol sakusa drabble, bc i felt like being nice to him :')

(( trigger warning for wanting to unalive, but its not bad, prkmise ))

thinking about grim reaper!sakusa who always watches over you;

you both met centuries ago. where? he can't say. how? he doesn't know. why? he forgot those details long ago. he doesn't even remember his life anymore. what he did, his friends or even his family. but he feels a phantom pain when he thinks about them.. family. he thinks maybe he was close to someone once.. its only natural right? at least before he met you.

he does recall one thing however; you died.

he does relive that, and that pain is real. so vividly he remembers praying, crying out to whatever deity or higher power that may be out there to listen. to not take you away from him. how you never had enough time, and that you were taken too soon.

it was the first time he had cried.

he wouldn't, no, couldn't live without you. the haze and cacophony leading up to his final days as a man, as a human, are not a time sakusa likes to reflect back on. barely existing and the shell of the proud man he once was, he just wanted to be with you.

it was peaceful that day the day he decided to take his own life. it was warm, with the sun shining vibrantly and the gentle breeze to offer a soothing kiss on his skin. it was like you were waiting... happy to be reunited.

he never felt the chill of the ocean below, tripping off of the cliff he was determined to jump from and hitting his head. a show of mercy in the hell he had to endure from being parted from you. painless and quick.

sakusa felt weightless when he awoke. was he still alive?

no, he came to find that he was indeed successful. a voice surrounding him that was everywhere and nowhere at all all but confirmed his passing. it also confirmed it had heard his desperate cries and prayers over you. the voice didn't know why, but it was willing to answer sakusa.

it had the power to bring you back, but it would come at a price.

the higher power would grant you life, but sakusa would be cursed to be undead. a leader of lost souls for the unfortunate.. or perhaps fortunate? to guide them into the afterlife.

it didn't matter what he had to do, as long as you got to live. he all but readily accepted, unknowingly cursing you too.

for life, and existence has a balance. if sakusa was cursed with being eternally dead, then you'd be cursed with eternal life.

but one couldn't live forever of course, humans don't live forever. so the universe found a workaround.

you would live and die, again and again and again. forever reincarnating, just to live and having to die; and all sakusa could do was watch.

as he led more and more souls to find everlasting tranquility, he had to watch yours being forced away from him into a new life that would soon become you.

he was confused the first time it happened, watching your reincarnated first life be born and grow. how you became who you were when you were with him. he was content like this, watching you from beyond. as long as you got to live your life.

you married and had kids in that first life, and he couldn't help but wonder if that could've been you and him. how would life have gone for him if you weren't taken away?

he learned early on what exactly he subjected himself and inadvertently, you to.

no matter how many centuries ago it had been, it still never made it easier, and sakusa had soon come to grow cold and disdainful of the world. of everything, and with noway to undo it, he had to withstand it.

be forced to watch the love of his life live without him, and knowing he was the cause of her never being able to reunite with any of her loved ones.

sometimes you'd die young, too young that sakusa couldn't even beat to glance at your soul. other times you'd live a full and long life. he wished every life you had would be like that, and if he had to pull strings to speed up someones passing for hurting you? he was more than happy to oblige. scum didn't need to live, and he was more than happy to send them to the realm now coined as hell.

he didn't know why he kept up with this self torture, tormenting himself to being so close and yet so far from you. at least he never had to forget your face or your voice; the one constant that never changed.

and so he stood, across the road from the coffee shop you liked to frequent, watching as you lived your life; or at least this one. he could practically smell the pumpkin spice. the seasonal drink that became your favourite autumn beverage two lives ago.

you feel someone staring at you as you thank the barista for your drink, the warm takeaway cup heating up your hands. so you look outside the large pane windows, but nothing seems out of the ordinary.

through your entire life you've felt a presence around you, watching you. you couldn't explain it, but it always felt familiar. familiar and safe. like a guardian angel. as ridiculous as it sounded, you always felt like nothing bad could ever happen, but you couldn't help the sad sigh that spilled from your lips. you really wished you could know who was constantly watching over you.

sakusa didn't mean to come as close as he did, at least not while you were awake. he knew his very being emitted a bitter and crisp air. humans could sense death, even if they couldn't see it. a lost soul wandering the busy streets. sakusa lost his empathy long ago, for it died along with you, but he held is tongue and the urge to roll his eyes at the floating mass. it stopped at the corner of the coffee shop, and he made his way over quickly. practically teleporting, going through cars and people, sending shivers through them as he passed. he didn't care. the sooner he could deal and send the soul into the afterlife, the sooner he could be with you.

he hastily guided them, showing them the welcoming light as it faded away. he never saw it, but even he could feel the blinding affable glow when he led them there.

he was ready to go back across until he heard the recognisable sound of tires screeching. please don't let it be you!

a scene he knew all too well was occurring. it didn't matter how many times he saw it, a heartache felt only hundreds of times. it didn't stop him from trying. even if he tried countless times before, knowing the end result would be the same. sakusa would always try, for you, even knowing it was pointless.

so imagine his shock when he can feel you underneath him, a carnage of vehicles behind him and you looking up at him, actually seeing him whispering

"it's you"

#maybe ill make this into a fic one day lmaoo #omg what the hell #this was way more tragedy then i thought oml lol #also wheres the spook? i thought this was supposed to be spooky #just me doing word vomit blegh #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa x reader #sakusa x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu drabbles #sakusa drabble

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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230 - Cole Cassidy

Pairing - Cole Cassidy x reader

Warnings - none!! (cole cassidy being SUPER FLIPPIN HOT) also not proofread lmao so if there is a mistake... that's too bad ig lolol

Word Count - 1,478

Notes - this cowboy has my heart frfr. lately been having a brainrot. this took me too long to write tho omg. but i feel like im getting a better writing style and i worked really hard on it and my motivation is back!!! <3 i hope you all enjoy and have a lovely day! dont forget to stay hydrated lovlies!!

“Winston!!” You exclaimed, running over to your old friend. The last thing you were expecting was to get a message from him letting you know that he wanted to get Overwatch back together. It had been over two years since you had seen him last.

“y/n!” Winston quickly pulled you into his furry arms, welcoming the tight embrace you put him in. “My, is it good to see you.” He smiled softly, adjusting his glasses as you pulled away from the hug.

“It’s good to see you too, Winston. You look as adorable as ever.” You ruffled the top of his head with a chuckle.

Winston giggled and shrugged your sweet comment off as you heard a sound that you knew had to be only one thing.

Tracer had phased into the room with a huge smile on her freckled face. “y/n?! Is that really you, luv?” She ran up to you and grabbed you by the shoulders, studying every inch of your face without losing her big smile once. “It is! Oh my goodness, y/n! It's so wonderful to see you! I'm so glad you decided to come back!”

You quickly pulled Tracer in for a hug, holding her close. “It's so amazing to see you, Tracer.”

You and Tracer used to work side by side all the time. Getting every mission you were assigned done, quickly and efficiently. She didn't seem to change one bit.

“I can't believe we get to work together again!! I sure did miss working with you, partner.” Tracer winked and nudged you a bit with a giggle. “Oh! And you might get to meet Emily!”

“Emily?” You tilted your head.

“My girlfriend!”

God, you missed a lot.

“Hallo zusammen!!” You jumped hearing the booming, but loving voice of Reinhardt.

“Reinhardt!!” You ran to him, throwing yourself into his giant arms.

You promised yourself that you wouldn't cry, but god it was difficult to hold back the tears. These were the people who you loved, the people you were willing to work with for the rest of your life, the people you wanted to make a difference with.

“Howdy everyone, sorry I'm late.” You froze hearing that familiar southern accent that made your whole system stop.

Yes, you wanted to make a difference with this whole team of people you loved a lot, but this one… this one was an exception.

You turned around and saw… him walk in, the rest of Overwatch flowing in shortly behind him.

“Jesse McCree.” Your teeth were clenched and your mood now ruined.

“Actually,” he put his hand on your shoulder, apparently able to hear your voice that was in a pissed off whisper. “It's Cassidy, pumpkin. Cole Cassidy.”

“Since when?” You didn't even try to hide your frustration as you pulled away from him, trying to walk to the other crew. Cassidy though wouldn't stop following. Just like always.

“Since forever,” he sped up to be walking with you side by side. “So forget Jesse and call me Cole.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You tried to get yourself lost in the crowd, but felt a hand slap onto your shoulder. A metal hand? It was Cole’s… but you don't remember his arm being metal. “H-How…”

“That’s a story for another time,” he removed his hand from your shoulder softly as opposed to how rough he just handled you a second ago, hiding it behind his back. “But what’s your problem?”

“What’s my problem?!” You twisted around, your face only inches away from his. “Do you really have the audacity to ask me that, Cassidy?! Are you acting like nothing happened back then?!” You knew that Overwatch was a place for peace and resolving problems, but Cassidy brought nothing but problems for you. He was the only face you didn't want to see.

“You, little miss thing, were the one who hated me. I never had shit against you.” He smirked and walked all nonchalantly towards the rest of the group, but you grabbed the back of that stupid shawl over his shoulders and flipped him over, gripping his shirt, your face inches away from his.

“Don't act like shit didn't happen.” You whispered through clenched teeth.

“Don't act like we ain't nothin’ sweetheart.” Cassidy smirked at you and you quickly pushed him away, feeling your face heat up.

You hate that cowboy.

“Why are you all the way over there, love?” You perked up hearing Tracer’s voice as she booped over to you with a bright smile. “And why’s your face so red? Are you running a fever?” She cupped your face and you knew you were blushing harder than earlier. That stupid cowboy. He definitely did it on purpose.

“I'm fine, Tracer,” you giggled nervously. “Really. Let’s get back to the rest of the crew.”

“Okay?” Tracer gave you a sidewards glance, but walked with you anyway to the rest of the group, who were all pulling each other into hugs and telling jokes.

It was just like old times. You used to be a group that would try to save the world during harsh times. You would joke around, but also allow yourself to cry on each other’s shoulders. You would walk away from explosions like badasses and go home to stuff your face with pizza.

But all of that just vanished one day. You were alone, trying to help others in your own way. A little lost, sure, but still trying.

Thank god Winston called this meeting. If he didn't, you don't know how the rest of your life would be.

And sure, maybe seeing Cassidy was worth it, even if you wanted to sock him in the nose.

Speaking of him, you and Cole were always at each other’s throats. Was there ever a reason why? No. Not really. You would compete and see who could take out the most enemies and you ended off in a draw. A DRAW. That pissed both of you off, but you didn't know that it would be the last time seeing each other for two whole years.

So you were stuck with a chalkboard in your room. 230-230. That awful number staring at you every morning. You were about to end that streak.

“Wanna drink, pumpkin?” You were pulled out of your thoughts with a jump, seeing Cassidy in front of you, holding a coffee.

You took it with a smile and Cassidy sat next to you, both of you looking out at the happy crowd in front of you.

“What was it? Uh… 205?” Cassidy turned to you with a cocky smile and you just laughed it off taking a sip of your coffee. It was delicious.

“230 actually.”

“230,” Cassidy let out a long whistle. “Damn.”

“I know. I still wanna beat your ass.”

Cassidy looked at you, but your eyes were still glued to the rest of Overwatch. “Do you now?”

You nodded, your eyes finally meeting with Cole’s chestnut ones. “I do.”

“That’s too bad.” Cassidy casually put his hands behind his head, leaning back onto his chair. “Because I wanna do the same.”

“Huh. That sucks.”

Cole laughed out loud, a smile plastering onto his face. “You know, even after how much we show that we hate each other, I am so glad we’re back here together.”

You sighed, placing your coffee down. “Me too.”

“I'm just really thankful that we-”

“Okay. That’s too much. Don't get sappy on me. We hate each other, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right,” Cole grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. “We do.”

“It's gonna be nice to compete again.” You stood up, your hand still locked to Cassidy’s.

“Tell me about it.” Cole took it as a sign to stand up as well and you walked in front of him, outstretching your arms.

He tilted his head and you pointed with your head to his arms. He smiled softly and knew what to do next.

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wrapped yours around the back of his neck. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. He smells the same as always. Like nice cologne and burning wood.

You held him tightly, strangely, not wanting to let go.

“I know I should hate you,” your voice was soft, almost a whisper. “But I don't want to.”

“Then don't.” Cassidy’s booming voice was vibrating his chest that you were pressed against.

“But I still wanna beat your ass.”

“Then do it darlin’. But don't expect me to just let you.”

You laughed, picking a fuzz off of his shawl before holding him tighter.

He pressed a small kiss onto your forehead and grabbed both of your hands. “It's so nice to see you again.”

“Tell me about it.”

Even though you were supposed to hate him. You sure did love that stupid cowboy.

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 2 months

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Creekside Scandal

First post here, hope it's up to your standards lol. If you like my writing and have any requests send them in and I'll be happy to put my twist on them, in the mean time enjoy this :3

Warnings: Not proof read, smut and fluff, fingering, oral sex(on reader), squirting?(gn!reader so it depends on how you're reading it ig) I literally just finished this but can't remember what I wrote so if you see anything you think I should mention feel free to tell me :3

Word count: 1997

You and Castor have been seeing each other for a while. You met after one of his band's concerts and just hit it off.

Things were going great between you, he was the sweetest thing while also being the biggest tease you’ve ever met.

You two were staying at his dads ranch for the weekend. You do this every so often just as something fun to do, you’d usually spend your time helping out around the house, making meals and such. Just having an all around fun time with your boyfriend, James popping in every now and then and making some stupid joke or teasing the two of you.

This morning was different. When you woke up you were not greeted by Castor’s warm arms around you, instead you were alone and his side of the bed was cold. The bed was actually rather small and you basically slept on top of him. You always assumed that’s why he enjoyed spending so much time here.

Smelling something buttery and good you ventured out into the hallway and to the kitchen, thinking he might’ve decided to make breakfast for a change. Nope, James was at the stove making French toast. He offered you a seat at the table, saying he was almost done. You sat down and he handed you a plate with two slices of French toast, setting maple syrup and butter down on the table as well before getting his own plate and joining you at the table.

“Do you know where Castor is?” You asked, spreading some butter on your breakfast.

James shrugged. “Said he had something special planned.” He winked at you with a cheeky grin, causing you to roll your eyes. Still, you couldn’t hold back a smile.

After breakfast you did what you normally would, helping out around the house and with yard work, whatever James needed help with. You just couldn’t find Castor, not that you ever really went far enough to look. It was strange, usually you couldn’t go five minutes without him crying for a kiss. It was honestly a little worrisome.

It was now around five o’clock and you decided to set yourself up on the porch to read a little outside before the sun set. That’s when you heard the revving of a bike. A quad, to be specific. And there was Castor, finally coming around to the front lawn where you were facing.

He doubled back and looked up at you with a bright smile. “Come down here!” He called, obviously you couldn’t deny him. You marked your page and set it down on a nearby table before heading down to meet him.

“Where have you been all day?” You asked, unable to conceal your smile at seeing him again.

“C’mon and I’ll show you.” He said with a chuckle, patting the seat behind him. You joined him on the quad, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Ready?” He asked, glancing back at you over his shoulder. You couldn’t resist kissing him, you’d been missing his lips all day, it was only fair.

“Ready.” You smiled. He drove you down across the fields, weaving around cattle and other livestock before coming to a small creek where you saw a picnic all set up.

There was a big blanket spread out a little further away from the riverbed to keep it dry, a small basket, a bouquet of your favourite flowers along with a few lit candles spread around. This romantic little shit, you thought.

He stopped the quad a little further away, turning it off before getting off and helping you down as well. “Do you like my surprise?” He asked, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, gently guiding you over to the picnic. The sun was starting to set, lighting the place up with a golden glow.

“It’s perfect.” You gleamed, holding his hands against you.

Castor giggled and sat you down. “Alright, alright, hang on, it gets better.” You chuckled at his enthusiasm as he rushed off to a nearby tree where there was a small speaker. He pressed a few buttons on it, fiddling with the settings until “Last Kiss” by Pearl Jam came on. It wasn’t too loud, just soft and in the background, adding to the romantic atmosphere Castor had set up for you.

He came back and sat beside you, his arm snaking around your waist and holding you close as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Your hand found its way to his shoulder, moving up his neck.

Soon you were in his lap, both your hands tangled in his long, blonde hair. Soft moans escaping you while his hands explored your body. “It’s been so long.” He mumbled against your lips. He trailed kisses up your jaw and down your neck. He knew from past experience where your sensitive spots were and started sucking and nipping at them, drawing more noises from you.

“Fuck- Cas, need you so bad.” You whined, grinding against him. His big hands went to your hips, holding you down.

Castor gave a soft chuckle. “I know, that’s why I brought you out here.” His fingers dipped into your shorts, undoing the button and pulling them down. You helped him out a bit with getting them along with your underwear off, leaving your bottom half open to him.

You shivered and pressed your lips to his again. “Cas, it’s cold.” It was mid spring, but still a bit chilly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you nice and warm.” Castor smiled and pulled off your shirt. He got you onto your back and kissed over your collarbone, licking and flicking your nipples, pulling more moans out of you. He watched you carefully as he kissed down your torso. “This is what you wanted, right?” He kissed the inside of your thigh. You nodded, biting your lip to muffle the noises you desperately wanted to let out. Castor bit the same spot. “You have to use your words.”

“Yes! Yes, please. Please, just fuck me.” He laughed at your pleas. He licked a strip up you and began to suck, swirling his tongue around you and making you squeal. Your hands went to his hair, tugging on it. He groaned at the feeling, sending vibrations through you. A knot was building in your stomach, familiar and warm. “Fuck- Cas, ‘m gonna-gonna cum.” You managed to get out through your moaning.

Just as the knot was about to burst Castor pulled away. You whined at the abrupt stop. He sat up on his knees. “Didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” He asked, looking down. It was condescending in a sense but sent shivers up and down your spine.

Castor pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. You admired his built frame while he fumbled with the fly of his jeans before he finally got them off, tugging his boxers down with them. His cock sprung free, you bit your lip at the sight, hands sliding down your sides before going to touch yourself. Castor swatted your hands away. “That’s my job.” He took your hands in his, holding them above your head in one as the other came to cup your cheek. “Such a sweet thing for me.” He praised before his lips crashed against yours again.

The hand on your face caressed all down your body, stopping to pay some attention to your chest before continuing down and pushing inside you. Your lips parted in a moan and he took it as his chance to get his tongue in your mouth. He had two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a fast pace with the heel of his palm hitting you just right to add to the pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back. “Hah- fuck, Cas, I-I can’t-can’t take it, please!” You whined into his mouth. He pulled away a bit to look down at you, his fingers still curling inside you and hitting just the right spots.

“Can’t take what? C’mon, you gotta use your words.” He teased, pulling his fingers out until it was just the tips. “Want me to stop?” He knew the answer, of course.

You shook your head. “No! No, no, no, please! Want you! Want your cock, please!” You cried, squirming beneath your boyfriend. He laughs at your sad attempt to get some more friction.

“Alright, since you’ve been so good, I’ll give you a reward.” He let your hands go and pulled his fingers out of you, lining himself up to your now pulsing hole and slowly thrusting in. Your jaw hangs open as a long, breathy moan leaves you at the familiar stretch. When he’s all the way in he stops, giving you a second to adjust. His hands move up and down your sides in a comforting fashion. “Would you look at that?” He hummed, pressing down lightly on your stomach to reveal a small bump. “I missed that, you know?” He pressed his lips to yours for a moment before he started moving, slowly at first and then his thrusts picked up.

Castor held your knees to your chest, rutting into you with harsh thrusts, his hips slamming against yours. Low grunts and groans left him while you were left a moaning, crying mess, weakly tugging at the blanket and grass around you. “Please! Please, please, please! Cas, Cas, I can’t- Cas, please!”

“Please- fuck, please what, Doll?” He asked, barely containing himself.

“Please, let me cum, please! I-I’ve been good, promise!” The knot was building all over again, twisting and turning and heating up.

Castor’s eyes screwed shut and he bit his bruised bottom lip, his head tilted back at the pleasure jolting through him. “Fuck, cum for me, baby. Cum on my dick.” You let out a squeal, your legs shaking and your back arching off the ground. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw dropped open but nothing came out as you squirted all over yourself and Castor. It didn’t take long for his thrusts to get sloppy, your walls fluttering around him and he just needed to reach his own high. “Fuck- Can I- can I cum inside? Baby, let me cum inside, please.” It was always fun to watch him beg, the way he’d hold himself back until you gave a clear indication of what he wanted. You gave a small nod and he shot his load deep inside of you, letting out loud, guttural groans.

Castor’s hands came beside you as he slowly lowered himself, laying down at your side and pulling you to him so he wouldn’t have to pull out just yet. “Fuck, I love you so much, you know that, right?” You gave a small nod, still reeling from your high. “Tired?” He asked with a soft smile, you nodded again. He held your head to his bare chest and chuckled. His breathing was still heavy, his heart beating fast and hard.

Castor cleaned you up, the basket he brought didn’t actually have any food in it, just a soft cloth to get the both of you cleaned off afterwards. “You had a whole picnic set up just for sex?” You asked.

“Just go to sleep.” He said with a laugh and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll get you back home.” He rubbed your cheek softly with his thumb and went back to packing everything up.

You managed to fall asleep while he got everything put away. When you eventually woke up again you were already back in bed at the ranch house, head on Castor’s chest while he lazily played with your hair. You looked up at him, not fully awake. “I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you more, Doll.” He whispered back, kissing your forehead. “Now go to sleep, don’t wanna be tired tomorrow.” You smiled and nuzzled back against him, cuddling closer before falling back asleep.

#castor hetfield #castor hetfield smut #castor hetfield x reader #Castor hetfield x gn!reader #Castor hetfield fluff

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blissfullyecho · 1 year

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Do you have any tips on leveling up after a breakup? I'm heartbroken.... he cheated on me and is now FB/IG official with the girl today (we broke up yesterday) and it's almost like we never even dated for the few years we have. Now I want to level up BIG TIME

leveling up after a breakup where the loser broke your heart:

first and foremost, what a loser. i hate that you’re going through this because i wouldn’t even wish that on my worst enemy. but God has something better for you and maybe this had to happen so you CAN START your level up and get something much much better down the road. that’s what happened to me at least 🫶🏼

step 1: good riddance to him. it’s okay to cry and be angry, but do not be angry with yourself. don’t second guess what YOU did wrong and if YOU were the issue. he obviously has issues. delete, block, throw away anything and everything— physically and digitally that was his or was from him (unless they were nice gifts like diamonds and bags— you keep those lol). he wants to move on like you never existed? you do the same.

step 2: people either get 40% better or 40% worse after a breakup. don’t eat the tub of ice cream every night on your couch watching romance movies. make healthy decisions. treat yourself to whatever, but don’t go overboard. i did that with my ex and gained 30lbs and it made me feel more insecure.

step 3: indulge in level up content on all platforms. you may need the constant reminder to better yourself and i assume you’re on social media for the most part, so make social media work for you. this might make you feel better being reminded that you can be better than the girl he broke up/cheated on (you).

step 4: DO NOT DATE RIGHT NOW. you might feel lonely, you might want affection, i get it. we’ve all been there. but what’s going to happen is that the guys you date (if you date them too soon), will have you comparing them to the good things your ex once did. no guy is the same and you are going to feel worse because “these guys aren’t like him”. wait out on these guys for now until you are better than where you are now and i’m saying on a mental level.

step 5: re-evaluate your standards. what were the things you accepted from him that you didn’t really like but you let it slide? create a list of your “must haves” and “like to haves” for the guys you date in the future and stick to those standards.

step 6: learn to date yourself. create a list of things you’ve always wanted to do in the relationship but didn’t have the time to do it. maybe there were things you always wanted to do but you didn’t do them because he didn’t want you to. create that list and start getting to work. make yourself happy and SPOIL yourself with saying “yes” to everything you want to do.

step 7: do not stalk him or her. no checking their social media— even if it’s a year down the road. he’s in the trash bin. who cares what he’s doing. who cares what she’s doing. your standards have already increased. if you have to deactivate your socials for right now, do that. that’s what i had to do.

step 8: along with step 7, your TRUE friends and REAL family should not be giving you updates/tea on him or his life/relationship. that’s toxic and an immediate “no”.

step 9: work on yourself. find areas in your life that you want to improve on and start working on them each day. even if they are baby steps. if you continue your baby steps, eventually you’ll reach your goal.

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xleeleeboox · 2 years

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Found out

Robin Buckley x fem!reader (I only use y/n it was the only way to fit what I wanted to say) some anxiety, happy ending ig

Robins parents discovered some photos of her and her gf and she freaks out, using prompt 11 from my prompt list (pinned on my blog)

666 words (guys)

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You were on your way to your girlfriend Robin‘s house to hang out. The original plan was just to hang out in her room listening to music or whatever. Her parents were both out working for the day, so you decided to come over.

After being together for a while, and friends even longer, you were able to just walk in. You gave a knock on the door to let Robin know, after all she woke up not too long ago as she said on the phone call, to invite you over. You walk in and head for her room, passing the dining room on the way.

Spying Robin hunched over the table, shoulders shaking a little bit every once in a while you put your bag down and walk over to her making your footsteps louder so you don’t scare her.

“Are you crying oh my god, Rob, honey what’s wrong?” You asked gently placing your hand on her shoulder and kneeling down. She took a deep breath and slid developed photos of you two together over to you. You smiled that the cute ones of you two on your dates for kisses were shared.

“My parents left them out on the table out of the envelope.” She said as her voice shook, trying to picture her parents reactions.

“Oh gosh.” You didn’t know how else to respond to this. Her parents were very nice people they were just strict. And relationships like this were not always accepted by everyone.

“They found out because I wanted them to be developed for us so I took them to that store to be developed. But the place called my house to tell me that they were ready, only for my parents to get to the phone before I did. They open the pictures and then looked through them before I even woke up so I never got to see their reaction.” Robin explained panicked and rambling on.

“Robin, hun you’re rambling again baby. I’m so sorry they found these.” The feeling of panic filled your body more at the thought of her parents coming home and not being there with her.

“Maybe we should just wait until they both come home. I don’t think this is anything that we can ignore, thought we can talk to them about it. Maybe we can convince them that it’s not as bad as they think it is. But it will be okay and we’ll get through it, babe.” You offered her as much comfort as you could give and you rubbed her back up and down for a few minutes.

—— time skip

We sat in the living room on the couch watching TV and talking until the lock jiggled as the keys were being used to unlock it. You and Robin scoot away from each other, knowing it was either of her parents. Robin‘s mom walks through the door holding her purse and keys gives a smile and continues on.

You look over at Robin giving her a look that was a little alarmed but very confused. She gave the same look and shrugged staying in her spot tensed up. Her mom just stayed in the kitchen starting dinner.

“Robin! Is y/n staying over for dinner tonight?” Her mom shouts from the kitchen.

You shout back “Yes Mrs. Buckley, thank you.” Robben gives you a look and you lightly her arm giving her a look back.

—— time skip

Robin’s dad made it home and he didn’t say anything either. After a while, everyone sat down at the dining table and everything was set. A normal meal was prepared only each parents had a glass of wine tonight.

“Soooo…” Robin starts, “The photos from earlier…”

“Robin, we know. Y/n hun… I just… it could be worse.” Was all she said. Robins father made a small noise of agreement but kept quiet otherwise. You and Robin look at each other with wide eyes.

“At least I won’t accidentally get pregnant.”

#robin buckley headcanons #robin stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #Robin Buckley x fem!reader #Robin Buckley smut #stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things 4 #st4

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yonemurishiroku · 8 months

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What r some of ur hcs about this ship?

Ok. I usually don’t spill the beans about what I plan to write (mainly bc I need to keep up the motivation), but this would be an exception bc I always make exception for rarepairs.

Anw. About Clovis and Nico.

I have many jumbling thoughts about them but Ig it all comes down to two things:

1/ Their stories

2/ Their powers, down to their very core.

When I say the stories, here’s the thing

Nico has a lot of history, whereas Clovis does not. Obviously. Nico has been around as the deuteragonist since book 3, whereas Clovis barely makes an appearance. The difference in their screen time is abyssal.

But look at it in the normal way. If Nico was to play a character, what does that make Clovis?

An observer.

Why? Because Clovis, as it turns out, has the potential to be the one who knows the most, seeing as the Hypnos’ cabin is literally the central station of the highway through which all dreams must pass through.

And dreams, essentially, are just fragments of one’s life stories.

So look at it this way. Nico is a character. Clovis is the observer, and from that, a story teller.

- He is frankly a stranger but he may know a lot more about Nico than a mere stranger would. Isn’t that romantic? (A little creepy but let’s not delve on that)

- Nico wouldn’t be alone. He might think he’s alone, but if we take in the assumption that Clovis knows about his struggles, he might offer silent help without prying too much.

Think of it this way. You’re struggling and you’re just so tired but every way you look at is a dead-end. And then suddenly someone comes and takes your hand and opens a new door and you just collapse in their arms crying as they tell you “It’s gonna by okay”

- Clovis is a son of the Underworld too. What does it mean? It means the “ppl don’t like children of hades” doesn’t mean shit. Clovis would be the exception to whatever Nico has had to deal with from CHB.

- Rick makes Nico an insomnia and I’m monopolizing it for Clovico bc not letting Clovis in this is obviously Clovis-erasure. The potential is hitting me in the face. I’m sending Nico off to Hynpos’ cabin at every chance I get.

- Sleep dates every night bc I SAID SO. Nico getting over his touch-fright thanks to piling up in pillows and blankets with the Hypnos children so much.

- Clovis falling asleep during meetings bc he has Nico relaying everything to him later. Bonus point if he is actually laying on Nico’s shoulders and everyone’s like “shouldn’t we address that” but Nico’s like “Shhh” 😭😭😭

- Brewing tea and warming milk for each other!

- Morning routine: opening eyes - “Do u feel like up and shining?” - “Nah” - proceeds to return to sleep until Austin comes rapping on the door

- “We have a date” and all ppl see them doing is just sleeping. JOKE’S ON THEM tho bc they’re having the best dates ever in the dreamland

Which brings us to the second point vvvv

Their powers overlap in one thing, and that is the dreams.

Throughout the series, we have been shown: Olympus, Erebus, Tartarus, Atlantis (idk ab that tho). You know what we haven’t touched?

The dreamscape.

No, not the misleading nightmares/ illusions of Epiales in TSATS. I mean the dreamscape. The land of one’s living mind.

It’s literally a new world right there.

And oh would you look at that. Who could enter this realm? Oh right! Children of Hades and Hypnos.

Nico and Clovis (and other children of Hypnos Morpheus ofc) have a whole world to themselves, no shit.

- Here’s a thing I like ab what Rick did in HOO: Through the dreams, Nico could connect with the Hypnos cabin in general and Clovis in specifics, thousands of miles away from them.

So what does this mean? It means that, no matter where Nico is, he can always find his way to Clovis.

Just fall asleep and then let his dream lead him.

Isn’t that romantic - that the one you love would always be there, behind your eyelids? 🫶🥰 And you can always see them just by closing your eyes?

Nico could be at the other side of the globe and they’d still be seeing, touching each other every day/night. Look me in the eyes and tell me another couple who could do it.

- The whole thing about death being a big, undisturbed sleep. But it’s 1:30 am i don’t have th willpower

- I have a whole thing which is Alice in Wonderland AU but again i have nothing

#nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #clovis #clovico #yone au #yone headcanon #nico headcanon

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strlstlvr · 1 year

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ERASE, a yang jungwon smau ♡

CHAPTER SEVEN. i don’t know you (written)

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Finally laying down in your own room, on your own bed you can relax.

The big breathe you exhale releasing all the tenseness in your body, releasing all the stress and nerves from today.

The room was quiet, all you could hear was your own breath.

For the first time in a while, you were truly alone with your thoughts.

You were finally able to process everything that happened today, there was that rush of adrenaline from being in front of the crowd but there was a lingering sense of a negative emotion you couldn’t quite pin point yet.

‘it’s too quiet in here’, you think and bring yourself to get up from your bed.

You walk over to your desk and kneel down to rummage through one of the drawers.

Finally after searching deep enough is your speaker, picking it up and turning it on to connect to your phone and picking a random playlist.

The smooth guitar of the song feels almost nostalgic.

Placing your phone down, you catch a glimpse of something bright red in your peripheral catching your attention.

Getting a good look at it you realize it’s an old photo book, one of you and Jungwon.

Those emotions that were once forgotten came rushing back as quickly as they left.

You hesitate but you decide to open it anyways.

The first picture is just a polaroid of you two holding the book.

‘Why did you have to choose the most obnoxious bright red one?’

‘It’s as bright as the love i have for you!’

‘oh my god that is so corny’

As you’re flipping through the book every picture came alive as a memory you’d forgotten.

Suddenly you realize your heart aches at the memories and you’re fighting back the tears that are pooling in your eyes.

Earlier today you were singing in front of a crowd smiling and sweaty and now only a few hours later here you are, a light stream of tears making their way down your face.

As you cry every emotion out of your body, you realize you still loved him.

Although Jungwon had seemed like a different person at the end of your relationship those feelings seemed to have never faded.

You said you hated him and these feelings but you couldn’t hate him, no matter how hard you tried to push him away you just couldn’t.

That night before when you went to bed, you were exhausted, immediately falling into deep sleep as soon as your head hit the pillows.

At this point, you had given up on waiting for Jungwon to go to bed with you, instead just falling asleep when you wanted to which was always before him.

Recently he was quiet, you didn’t think much of it though you just assumed he was stressed due to whatever exam he had to study for.

This night was different though.

Wether or not you considered yourself to be a heavy sleeper, you heard his frustrated groan and the way he pushed open your bedroom door angrily.

At this, you tossed to your other side now facing the boy who didn’t know you were even conscious.

Finally you felt the weight of his next to you, but this time it felt different.

It felt strange, like you didn’t recognize the person lying next to you.

You open your eyes, expecting to see your boyfriend’s face but instead you’re met with the back of his head.

He fell asleep facing away from you, something neither of you did unless one of you fell asleep way before the other.

With the way he’s laying as far as possible from you, at the very edge of the bed

It’s seems like he’s a stranger.

The next morning when you wake up, he’s already gone.

You check the bathroom and everywhere but he’s already left your house without even a text.

‘Who even is he anymore?’

With your phone already out, you send him a message.

-> “Hey Won, can we talk?”

<- “Sorry, can’t.”

-> “You don’t even have classes today”

<- “Studying”

-> “Can you come over then at least?”

<- “Ig”

For another hour you waited for him to arrive.

When he finally walked through the door, he sighed.

It was a loud and over-exaggerated on purpose, he wanted you to know that he didn’t want to be there and it inconvenienced him.

Walking into the living room where you were sitting he threw his school bag on the floor, getting ready to immediately dive back into his work.

“Hello to you too I guess”, you say as you roll your eyes.

He doesn’t answer, his actions are making you become more and more annoyed.

“Jungwon”, you call out, “Busy”, he replies.

Now you’ve had enough, the last thing you wanted was for those deep emotions to become worse so you decide to calm down in your room.

“If you’re going back to sleep, can I leave?”

You freeze, it feels as though all the anger that was threatening to spill out had just exploded inside you.

“You know what Yang, yes you can leave and while you’re at it go fuck yourself too”

Now it’s his turn to freeze, you can clearly see his stunned face grow sour.

“Fuck me? You’re the one who begged me to come here when I obviously didn’t want to”, Now he’s standing up.

“Because you’re my boyfriend! You’re supposed to want to be here and around me!”, your voice starts quivering as it grows in volume.

“Oh i’m sorry i’m not a good enough boyfriend for you.”, his tone was mocking you as he rolled his eyes.

It’s quiet for a few seconds as you try to hold back your tears even though unknowingly to you they’ve already fallen.

“Do you not love me anymore?”, you never wanted to say this out loud but it was the only thing you could think of as you cried yourself to sleep every once in a while.

“Look Y/n, you’re just not”, he pauses clearly frustrated with trying to understand his own mind.

“You’re not my main focus right now, not my main priority. You’re honestly the last thing on my mind right now and having you around is constantly distracting and honestly annoying.”

Something in you snaps, “If that’s really how you feel Yang, then we’re done. I never want to see your face again.”

“Okay.”, he says, his face and tone being hard to read.

Thankfully he hardly took his stuff out so it was easy for him to pick up and leave.

It seemed almost too easy for him to leave.

A/N ! was this angsty enough? honestly this chapter ties in with a line in erase and i did that not on purpose but it makes me excited🤩

TAGLIST ! @fadedluvv @ifearjwn @yyumiii1 @woncheecks @astrae4 @kpopstanmeg

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violetsandfluff · 1 year

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3:05 (shawn mendes)

a/n: ngl I sobbed while writing this? so read at your own risk ig. it’s angst until the angst is over, then it’s fluff. 3:05 made me cry so hard so i wrote this. it’s loosely inspired by both 3:05 and It’ll Be Okay. <3

tw: breakups, tears, kind of hard to read? lmao maybe that’s just my hormonal ass

word count: 2.4k

After two years together, Shawn and Y/N’s relationship was picture-perfect. Their lives consisted of long hours together every day, beginning with cuddles in the living room.

Y/N woke up each morning to the sound of Shawn strumming his guitar softly in the living room. She would shuffle out of their shared room and make her way to the couch, where he sat, shirtless, unshaven, and messy-haired. His face always broke into a wide grin upon seeing her, and without a second thought, he would set his guitar aside, opening his arms for her to crawl into.

“Good morning, sunshine. How did you sleep?” he would ask, and she would respond simply with good.

She would rest her head against his chest and listen as he rambled softly about whatever he was working on. Some days it was new song ideas, other days it was revising old songs and chord progressions. Regardless of the subject, she enjoyed listening to his smooth voice as his excitement grew. She could practically hear his smile as it blossomed on his features and the rosy blush as it crept onto his cheeks.

Once he ran out of early-morning thoughts to share with her, he would fall silent and busy himself tracing circles on her cheeks.

“Talk to me,” she would insist.

“I don’t have anything else to talk about,” he would protest.

Most mornings, he would play his guitar for her, and if she was lucky, he would sing to her. Something about his voice, especially at such intimate times, never failed to move her to tears.

“No need to cry, honey,” he would laugh as he noticed the glistening trails leading from her eyes. “I know it’s early, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”

All she could manage was a feeble chuckle in reply.

Some mornings she would make breakfast for him while he continued playing his guitar, and other mornings they would cook together. On special occasions, after she slept in, he would lift her up and set her on the counter to enjoy breakfast and a treat.

During the day, if Shawn wasn’t at the studio or one of his frequent interviews, he could be found with Y/N at the beach, the mall, or even in their backyard.

Everyone who knew them knew how inseparable they were. That’s why it was news to everyone when they suddenly called their relationship quits.

Y/N blamed it on falling out of love for him. Her words had fallen into Shawn’s ears like lead bricks.

“I’m sorry, Shawn,” she admitted slowly, “but I don’t feel the same about us anymore. I think we would be better off apart.”

Had he not been sitting down, his legs would have been too weak to hold him. The words spun around dizzily in his head, making them difficult to comprehend. He noticed tears springing to her eyes, but he wasn’t completely sure why. His head felt heavy and foggy, and he could hear his heart pumping blood around his body. It was a miracle his heart found a way to beat after that, aching the way it did.

Y/N went on to explain that she already had somewhere safe to stay and that she would be in good hands.

As soon as the words left her lips, Y/N broke down, burying her face in her hands. The hurt on his face made her stomach churn, but she couldn’t go back now without destroying his trust.

Shawn didn’t cry. He didn’t say anything, nor did he reach out to comfort her. He just sat in stunned silence, trying to process her words.

“I’m sorry,” she managed between choking sobs, “I’m so sorry, Shawn. You have every right to hate me after this, I’m sorry.”

Shawn neither forgave her or agreed to hate her. He just stared, not at her, rather the air in front of her, his jaw mildly agape.

It took forever for the reality of the situation to sink in.

Even as he watched her gather her belongings from every last corner of his condo, it didn’t sink in.

He recieved one last kiss before she left, along with a hug that lasted upwards of fifteen minutes.

She held onto him as tightly as her arms allowed, but all he could do was sling his arms around her lazily. He didn’t have it in him to do anything more.

She uttered profuse apology after profuse apology, but Shawn’s wrecked body refused to let it sink in. He watched from the door as she left, her belongings in tow as tears streamed down her cheeks. He stood in rigid, unmoving silence long after she’d disappeared, trying desperately to comprehend the day’s events.

Leaving was hard for her, but spending the night in her own bed was oddly comfortable. She was still wrapped up in Shawn’s sweatshirt, inhaling the scent that was inherently his. It was almost like he was there, holding her to his chest.

She had expected the first night to be harder, but it proved otherwise. Now she was certain leaving was the right choice.

Shawn, on the other hand, didn’t have such a good night.

By four am, he had concluded and accepted that she wasn’t coming back, not that night, at least. He wandered into the bedroom they had once shared. Illuminated by the moonlight that shone in through the gaping windows, he made out a pile on the bed. For a moment, his broken, sleep-deprived body thought it was Y/N’s outline beneath the covers. When he got closer, he realized it was her keys to his condo and a pile of almost all of the clothes she had stolen from him. Beneath the pile of sweatshirts and t-shirts was all of the jewelry he had bought her throughout the duration of their relationship. Among these were the necklace and earrings she wore daily.

Shawn fingered them in disbelief, vowing never to lose them. He slipped the earrings, small heart studs made of her birthstone, into his own ears, securing the backs tightly. He donned one of the many t-shirts in the pile, as well as the single pair of sweatpants before fastening the necklace around his neck and settling into his bed.

It didn’t take long for him to realize that she’d left her pillow behind. He wasn’t sure if it was on purpose on night, or if she’d be back for it, but he decided it would be his for the night. He curled up around it as if he were spooning it, and soon it was soaked by the tears that finally. streamed down his face. Tears had been burning in his eyes for hours, but he had blinked them back, waiting desperately for release.

Now, the floodgates were open and Shawn sobbed freely into the pillow, wishing Y/N was there to comfort him.

“Y/N,” he whispered into the darkness, praying for a response. “Y/N, baby, I need you.”

He half-expected her to show up in the bed beside him, apologizing profusely and pulling him delicately into her arms, telling him it was all a joke and that she never meant to hurt him.

At that point, he wouldn’t be angry in the slightest. He would be more relieved than ever. His heart would begin to beat again and blood would rush back to his brain. Once tears stopped flowing from his exhausted eyes, he would give her a hug and scold her.

But that never happened.

Every night got more difficult for her. She coped by going out, drinking, and enjoying life as a young, single woman. After a few casual hookups, when men hit on her, she wished Shawn was there to protect her, but alcohol made her very confrontational. Eventually, no men dared approach her in search of a night.

Every morning she woke up in someone else’s bed, her mind would hallucinate the sounds of Shawn’s guitar. She would sit up immediately, praying everything had been a dream. Then she’d see the strange men sleeping beside her and coil back in reproach. None of them could ever compare to her Shawn.

After a month away from him, she found herself to weak to go out. Her heart ached longingly for Shawn, the boy who had been hers for so long. The one night she forced herself to go out, she got so drunk she told her Uber driver to take her to Shawn’s house.

Shawn wondered who would be knocking on his door at one am on Sunday morning, but he brought himself to open it. He was more than surprised to see Y/N standing there, wearing a tight dress and too much makeup. He had to admit, he was more than impressed until he remembered how badly she’d hurt him. Without a word, he slammed the door, locking it again and going back to bed.

He had only begun to heal, but seeing her again put him back on square one. He rarely left the house anymore, and if he did it was as briefly and seldom as possible. Anything and everything reminded him of her, and he couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t do anything anymore.

He couldn’t sing or play his guitar, and no song ideas popped into his mind. He had never been at such a loss for music, contributing to his feeling of worthlessness. His friends and family constantly told him not to beat himself up, that Y/N probably wasn’t the girl she’d pretended to be for the last two years, but their efforts upset him even more. After all, what kind of boyfriend wouldn’t know his own girlfriend?

He tried so many times to text her, but he never got through. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she’d blocked him, but it was still surreal.

Every time he thought about slamming the door on her, his heart ached. He couldn’t live like that anymore.

As time went on, guilt grew like an ugly stain on Y/N’s conscience. She knew she needed to at least give Shawn an apology, but her stubborn will refused to allow her to unblock him.

She longed to fall asleep in his strong arms and wake up to the soft strumming of his guitar. He wanted to cuddle with him on the couch and help him make breakfast. She wanted to listen to his new music before anything else, and she wanted to walk around the mall with her hand enveloped comfortably by his.

These mundane activities that she once took for granted seemed like luxuries now. Now that she was on the outside, Shawn was an unattainable fantasy from another dimension. She would never touch him again, nor would she wake up to hear him playing his guitar softly from the living room. She would never touch her lips to his again, and she’d be lucky if she ever got to see him again.

So there she was, using a car she’d borrowed from a friend to drive to his house one last time. The sky was pitch black and no one else was on the roads. She knew the way to Shawn’s condo by heart, from anywhere in the world, but now she had no right to. She wouldn’t be surprised if he’d packed up and left.

All too soon, she found herself face to face with his door, her hand poised to knock. She stayed, frozen like that, for an absurd amount of time until she gathered the courage to knock. If by some miracle he let her in, she could use the excuse that she was there to collect her pillow.

Three feeble knocks echoed through Shawn’s sleep-fogged head. He rolled over, burying his face in his pillow to ward off the intrusion to his sleep, but it sounded again.

Sighing in resignation, he emerged from his cocoon of blankets and dragged his feet to the front door.

He resisted the urge to let his jaw drop as he took in the details that made her *her*. And his. Seeing her without makeup again reminded him of the many mornings they’d spent together in his living room, basking in each others’ company. And seeing her in his sweatshirt once more was almost too much to bear.

“How drunk are you?” he asked incredulously.

“Sober.”

The moment he saw tears forming in her eyes, he opened his arms for her to run into. He held her tenderly, as if she were a fragile valuable he was told to protect.

Neither of them said anything, but neither of them had to. Being back in each others’ company was all they needed.

Silent tears cascaded down Shawn’s face, making their way to Y/N’s hair. They both had so much to say to each other, but neither were capable of making any sound. Soft sniffles and breaths filled the air as they held each other in the doorway. Neither of them wanted to be the first to break the hug, but Shawn was the first to straighten.

“You seem tired,” he said bluntly, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Come on.”

She followed him wordlessly to his bedroom, where he pulled her into bed beside him. After a moment, she located her pillow and got comfortable beside Shawn.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled.

“Come her and go to sleep,” Shawn said softly, opening his arms for her to snuggle into.

She cuddled up against him the way she had so many times before. She had no words to describe how badly she had missed that.

The two dozed off peacefully, but Shawn awoke a little after three o’clock to hear sniffling beside him.

“What is it, honey?” he asked softly.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated feverishly. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Tell me everything, baby,” he softened.

“I can’t,” she whimpered. “You wouldn’t love me anymore.”

“Do you still love me?”

“Yes,” she cried.

“Tell me everything,” he said again. “I’ll love you either way.”

“I can’t,” she murmered again. “I can’t.”

“Y/N, do you know how much I need you?”

“I’m sorry,” she whined. “But I can’t tell you right now.”

“Tell me a different time, then.” Shawn compromised. “I’ll be here for you in the morning.”

When Y/N woke up, she was discombobulated at best. It had been so long since she had woken up in that bed. Shawn had promised to be there in the morning when she woke up, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she heard the familiarly soft sound of his guitar in the living room.

It didn’t take long for Shawn’s eyes to find you. When they did, his face broke into a soft smile.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he said gently. “How did you sleep?”

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mystqueerion · 10 months

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Hear me out… kenjorine romantic christmas-ish related prompts lawd…!!!

1. They both reunited after marj moved away years back and how they reunited was by a huge ass glowing Christmas tree at the central and both of them were there at the same time and when they walked around the tree they met each other’s eyes and wowowow i just think kenjorinne is so cute

2. Ken would tease marj about the way she looked (like not flirting but in a way where it’s slightly sensitive) and he didn’t know that it hurt marj’s feelings so one day she just started crying when ken said something too much and he finally came through and told her that he just wanted her attention the whole time🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

(Tbh these kind of prompts I’m giving are corny and basic and I’m so sorry if they’re not that good jxjsksksjj but I love ur writing!!!! Love u pookie 🎉🏆😽)

WAHHH TYSM FOR THE KIND WORDS 🫶🫶🫶 ILYT ANON ANYWAY I decided to go with prompt 1 I got so much inspo for it out nowhere I finished this in like 13 hours. Christmas in (almost) July ig

Kenjorine - 3069 Words

Sort of angsty, but sweet at the ending.

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Full fic under the cut!

Snow fell softly from above as Kenny walked through the crowded streets that evening, and more of it piled on the ground from the much harder fall earlier in the day crunched under his boots with every step he took. He clutched a hot chocolate in one hand, freshly purchased from Tweek Bros. coffee, the other shoved into the pocket of the orange parka he'd always worn as long as he could remember. It felt like the damn thing grew as he did, and even though he'd had it since he was 9, it still fit perfectly. He paired it with a warm scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and lower face, helping keep him insulated from the cold weather that was only getting colder as the sun set and the day slowly gave way to night. He was on his way to see the large Christmas tree they always put up in the town square- they'd be lighting it tonight, and it had sort of become a little tradition between him and his friends to go every year.

Granted, this year Stan couldn't make it, as he was wrapped up visiting family out of state. Cartman had caught a cold from whatever nonsense he'd gotten himself into lately, and Kyle had moved out of South Park the second they graduated high school, off to some prestigious university no doubt force found for him by his mother, and being the only one of them Kenny ever really thought had potential to make it somewhere in life, he was happy for him, really. Even if it meant he barely kept contact with their little gang, too busy for them now with his studies and new, actually near-by friends he'd almost definitely made in the two years since leaving.

If he was being honest... Kenny couldn't remember the last time all four of them made it to the little ceremony together. As they got older, it felt more and more like they were drifting apart, their group not holding as fast as they'd all claimed it would as naive kids, throwing their fists determinedly in the air vowing they'll be a pack forever. More than anything, Kenny knew the only reason he still showed up to the ceremony was because if he didn't, it felt like letting the universe win; like admitting him and his friends weren't always going to be there with each other, like finally letting go of the balloon that was his childhood and watching it float into the atmosphere, getting smaller and smaller as he admitted to himself he was holding on too tightly to the memories and refusing to admit they were merely that now, left in the past to be dug up on days he felt nostalgic. And he'd be damned if he wasn't gripping the string of that balloon for dear life.

He muttered muffled and barely audible 'sorry's and 'excuse me's as he pushed past people. Being one of the only events in their quiet mountain town, just about all of its inhabitants showed up, and it led to some pretty big crowd turnouts for a place that felt so empty the rest of the year. Sometimes, there was even the occasional out-of-towner who was passing through at just the right time, too, and it always helped to make the place not feel so condensed having someone loudly act like it was a tourist hot spot. Kenny laughed to himself as he remembered how they would almost always find a way to mess with those people when they were all there together. He finally found a good enough spot, standing in front of the circular wall that stood as a base around the tree and leaned forward with his arms crossed on top of it, placing his drink next to him. As he stood there absentmindedly waiting for the mayor's voice to boom over speakers turned up far too loud for the short announcement, because they always were, he let himself get further lost in thought about the past.

There were a few years during middle school where they didn't have a tree at all, so when it came back in his first year of high school, he couldn't wait to convince his new transfer student classmates to go with him. And it was that day he noticed the tree didn't seem as tall and sparkling as it had when he was younger, how the crowd wasn't as vast as he'd always remembered it being. It was reality's crushing hammer of how much time had passed, how the world wasn't as magical anymore as he grew up. Though, if he was being honest, he was pretty sure that illusion was broken earlier that year when the Stotch family packed their bags and left.

It was the first time anyone had ever moved out of South Park from his elementary school. Everyone knew if you wanted to get somewhere in life, you'd have to 'escape this shithole town first,' as they put it, but it felt like up until then, the idea of actually doing so hadn't set in as a real possibility. Standing at the front of the group of students, waving sadly and watching Marjorine and her parents drive off until their car became a tiny speck in the hills before disappearing completely felt like a punch to the gut. If asked, he'd always say Stan, Kyle, and Cartman were his best friends as a kid. But if he really though about it, that wasn't the truth. It was Marjorine who sat with him and shared her lunch while the others just made jokes about him being poor, and Marjorine who said he was the only kid in school she actually liked. He remembered when she came to him before anyone trying to figure herself out, and how he'd never felt so honored. While the other boys were who he hung around in name and status, it was Marjorine who he layed on the roof stargazing with and had someone to talk truthfully to without fear of being ridiculed, who he'd listen to and do the same for in a heartbeat. It was Marjorine, the permanent ray of sunshine despite everything she was put through who used to hold his hand and comfort him when he was scared instead of laughing, who used to make his heart flutter every time she smiled at him.

Watching probably the only good thing this town had to offer leave him behind struck him with the realization that one day, he'd be watching all his friends as they left him in the dust and went on to better places, destined to stay in this run-down dump his whole life. He resisted the urge to dig through his jacket and light a cigarette, solely because it felt too rude in such a crowded area and he still had some sense of manners. It was his least favorite habit of his- it reminded him too much of his parents. If it were up to him, he would quit in a heartbeat. But it turned out the adults in his life hadn't been lying, the addictive properties were real, and there was nothing that calmed him like the feeling of inhaling the nicotine and the sight of the smoke cloud dissipating into cold air as he expelled the breath. Instead he opted to people watch, turning around and leaning his back on the wall, putting his hands in his pockets again.

He absentmindedly scanned the crowd, observing the different people. He saw some familiar faces, other kids who'd stayed behind and gotten stuck in the local community college or went straight to working some minimum wage job after graduating. He saw a lot of couples, more than usual, he thought, but maybe standing there alone, he was more prone to noticing and being jealous of everyone who had someone to accompany them. Either way, his gaze lingered as he watched a man hold his girlfriend's hand tight and point at the star on top of the tree to which she kissed him on the cheek, before he rolled his eyes and scrunched his nose at the PDA, looking away ignoring the pit of loneliness that formed in his stomach. He smiled sadly as he landed next on a very young kid, seeing himself in the way her eyes shone as she looked up at the tree while speaking happily to her mother, and he could only imagine how massive it must seem from her perspective.

He tore his eyes away, tired of feeling sad about a loss of innocence no one can control, and kept scanning the crowd. Suddenly, he locked eyes with someone doing the same. One of theirs was a bright, ocean blue, the other much more faded and glossed over, with a faded scar that trailed down across it. He furrowed his brow in confused familiarity but their eyes seemed to light up in recognition the same time his did. Suddenly they were walking over to each other, suddenly they were jogging over to each other, suddenly they were face to face while Kenny wore a bewildered smile and the not-so-stranger had a giddy grin on hers.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" He said when he reached her, unable to hide his enthusiasm. Standing in front of him was exactly the girl who'd plagued his thoughts only moments earlier as he reminisced, moved out long ago but now here again somehow, real and in arms reach. He felt the rollercoaster of emotions hit him at once. He wanted to jump up and down in excitement, wanted to hug her and cry and say how much he'd missed her and how drab things had been without her. He wanted to be angry with her for leaving him and all the others even though she had no say it in it, wanted to throw up at the way she looked so radiant in the glow of the sunset wearing a blue puffy jacket with the hood down so her short hair fell lightly onto her shoulders and black pants. Instead, he kept his hands at his side and kept smiling. The snowfall seemed to stop exactly as they reached each other, as if it were leaving to give them a moment to themselves.

"Kenny!" She said in return, just as enthusiastic. He could tell by the way her arms twitched slightly at her sides she was overwhelmed with the same nostalgic feelings and happiness to see him again wanting to wrap him in a tight embrace and not let go, unsure the etiquette and if that would still be acceptable after so much time apart, the same dilemma he'd also let run through his head a second before. "I can't believe I'd run into you here!" She spoke up instead, adjusting the blue scarf that matched her jacket as she talked, looking for something to do with her hands.

"Me neither! What are you doing in town?" Kenny replied, still in a state of disbelief that she was here in South Park again.

"Well, my parents wanted to come down and visit relatives for Christmas, so, y'know, they brought me with them, said it'd be good for me to say hi too," Marjorine replied with a shrug and a tilt of her head, and Kenny hadn't noticed until then how much he'd missed her voice. She still spoke with a sweet southern accent and slight stutter, not as prominent as when they were kids, but still uniquely her. He made a mental note to himself about her still living with her parents, wanting to catch up with her on as much of her life as possible in the likely short time they'd have together tonight. "So, we drove down here a couple days ago," she finished. He felt a pang of sadness in his chest at the realization she'd returned and hadn't so much as sent him a text. Then again, he thought to himself, he hadn't been keeping too much in contact with her either.

It was one of his bigger regrets that he rarely replied to her messages after she first moved away, eventually fading into only messaging each other celebratory texts on birthdays or big holidays. He remembered his younger self still harboring a rage that she could leave him behind, as if it was anything they could've controlled, wanting to never talk to her again in return. He remembered it turning into being too sad when he saw her contact name to do anything other than leave the messages on seen. He didn't blame her for stopping sending him message after message every day, for probably assuming he didn't care if he saw her again while she was here, as if it wasn't the exact opposite. "I remembered they used to do the tree lighting every year an' figured I'd come see it if it was still happening," she spoke again with her permanent, small smile. It was good to see that much hadn't changed. As the last of the sun faded away, Kenny could've sworn it was Marjorine herself who illuminated the area brighter than any of the automatic streetlamps that turned on.

"Well, I'm glad you did, then. 'Cuz now we got to run into each other!" He said with a grin. "How's life outside of small town Colorado been lately?" He asked.

"Not as exciting as you'd think," she chuckled, but he could hear the awkwardness in it. He pondered for a moment that, maybe to her, this was a strange meeting with an old acquaintance, not feeling the same reunion with the one person he'd wanted to see again more than anyone in his life vibe he was. "I'm off to a university, a sophomore now- nearby though, so I don't have to live on campus." It hit him, then, he was likely right- she probably had other friends now; she always was kind and socializing with everyone. She probably got along with her classmates easy, and here he was, pathetically still clinging on to past friendships that barely existed. "M' parents are as strict as ever too, s-so, y'know. At least they can't ground me anymore," she chuckled.

"Yeah, I can imagine. Taking any fun classes?" Kenny asked, and he realized then he didn't know much of what to talk about. He remembered something he'd heard online the other day that had rung true with him, that nothing hurt more than reconnecting with someone and finding you don't click like you used to anymore. He silently prayed that wouldn't be the case as they slip further into the conversation.

"Oh, sure," Marjorine replied, "some cool art classes and the like." Kenny nodded along as she spoke, and they walked together to his original spot at the wall and continued to talk. "...not much to say about school really. It's, well, school," she said with a small laugh, finishing her current sentence as they leaned over the wall. "I missed it here a whole lot," Marjorine spoke up quietly after a moment of silence between them both. Kenny cocked his head to the side in curiosity. "The people there are nice, sure, but, I-I missed you guys back here." She met his gaze, looking into his eyes with a hesitant familiarity, as if she too had been dying this whole time to fall back into the rhythm they once had like it never disappeared. Kenny felt guilty in that moment as he saw in her the young girl laying on her bed checking her phone wide eyed every time it buzzed, waiting on him for a reply that would never come. His heart hurt at the realization of how wrong he'd been in his momentary self pity, at how much she'd also just wanted to see him again.

"Hey, well, you're here now, aren't you? We've got a few days to make up for lost time," he replied, an invitation to try and reignite their spark, both of them smiling softly at each other in a sad hope. Before she could reply, the mayor's voice on the speakers took over the noise of the crowd, as loud as he predicted it would be, and he chuckled to himself as Marjorine covered an ear and winced.

"Hello South Park, we'd like to thank you all for showing up tonight as we light our annual Christmas tree!" The crowd cheered and clapped in response. He felt a bit sad he didn't get to hear her reply, but the least he knew was regardless of if they spent the last of her time visiting together, he'd be writing to her when she was gone this time, a promise to be better than the idiotic kid he once was. "Christmas is a time for bringing cheer and being with those important to you," she said over the speaker as the two of them grabbed onto the wall again when their clapping ended, "and we hope this ceremony has provided a wonderful opportunity for both for you all. And without further ado, let's turn on these lights! Merry Christmas!" She said, a clicking noise was heard as the speakers turned back off. He couldn't help but smile at how true the words were for him tonight.

The tree lit up from the top down, small pauses in between each row of lights turning on in a grand display. Some of the crowd gasped in awe as it lit up the whole plaza, a rainbow of colors blinding and sparkling. Kenny looked down at his hands as he felt the girl beside him nudge his pinky with hers. He glanced over, but she wasn't looking at him, staring up at the tree instead with a small smile and her cheeks dusted light pink, fixated on all the lights and decorations. He slid his hand closer and let her take it in hers, intertwining their fingers like they'd done long ago yet never really addressed, feeling how their hands fit perfectly in one another's as if that was where they were always meant to be. Standing next to Marjorine while snow started to again fall softly from above, as if nothing had changed at all and at the same time feeling as if the moment had been born anew, the night didn't feel so lonely anymore.

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ratfreecog · 5 months

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How was newsies vibrates excitedly

IT WAS SO GOOD I SAW IT LAST NIGHT

This school has such a big budget drama program it’s insane good on them for actually valuing the arts. The theater was huge it felt like walking into a professional venue in my city not a high school. I wish my old school cared that much our drama teacher got fired for embezzling our club’s funds. Jack, Davey, Katherine, and Crutchie were all so good it was insane. Also, girl Crutchie!! Hell yeah!!

Predictably, a vast majority of the newsies were girls, but instead of trying to hide it and making them dress and act like boys, they just made them girl newsies and used some of the names from Newsies Jr and the Brooklyn girlsies instead. The only exception to this was Albert, who was played by a very femme person with long hair and a skirt, but was still called Albert, which I think is hilarious and I’m hoping that was the actor’s choice.

They also actually had adults play the adult characters which was interesting?? For a highschool production but good for them ig

My favorite moment was in the last Pulitzer’s office scene when Davey goes “since the strike, your circulation’s been down 70%” and Jack, who was currently laying down across the arms of two chairs, did a sit up and whispered “70%” and then laid back down

Also during the Snyder chase scene at the start they had Jack run up one of these scaffolding buildings that were part of the set, realize it was a dead end at the top, turn around and be cornered by Snyder, and then dived between his legs and ran back down to the floor again. Wonderful choreography 10/10.

Speaking of choreography, they actually tap dance during KONY! Holy shit! Was not expecting that! And it was good! Like really good! Hell yeah. All the dancing was really good actually very similar to the Broadway production but like they did a great job at it.

Crutchie also broke my fucking heart during LFTR she actually started crying on the “your sister, Crutchie” line and so did I in the audience

Jack fucking killed Santa Fe he was awesome. Just always he was awesome but Santa Fe was really fucking good

For the seize the day reprise where they’re singing it while Jack Davey and Spot are going to Pultizer’s office, for some reason (I’m guessing running out of time in rehearsal) instead of having the kids sing they played an audio clip from the proshot and it caught me so offguard and im definitely the only person who noticed because I know every single line in this show and have performed the entire thing by myself in box at my haunt to keep myself entertained in between customers.

Overall it was awesome! I do know this show so well that it haunts me and literally every other line an alarm would go off in my brain for whatever they did and how it compared to other versions of the show and what it might mean for their characters so I could probably go a lot more in depth but these were my main thoughts coming out of it. They did a fantastic job!

#newsies #jack kelly #crutchie morris #david jacobs #racetrack higgins

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mangoposts · 25 days

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also i actually had the worst day of my entire life today so im gonna share 😻😻 a few weeks ago i went to this st. patrick’s day party and long story short my friend hooked up with a guy and i hooked up with a guy and by the end of the night we ended up finding out they were friends. AND LET ME TELLL UUUUU… the guy who i hooked up with was so sexxxxyyyy. or so my black out drunk brain thought he was. when i opened his snap the day after the party i was in for a quite a shocker 😋😋. it’s not that he’s ugly he just looked better at the party when i was drunk and the lights were low. like he’s cute ig but i could have sworn he looked like a blessing from heaven sent straight for me that night. like idk why but i just remember i was crying in the bathroom to my friend bc of how hot he was. anyways he kept asking for a two man since my friend already hooked up with his friend but i would always come up with an excuse bc i did nawt wanna hook up with that man again. fast foward to tonight, i was driving my friend home at like 9 and she starts screaming so i was like wtf and she goes i just got us a two man. and i immediately knew exactly who she was talking about. i told her there is no way im doing that but she’s already in my car so what can i do yk. so she tells me that he wants us to go to his house but i was like u literally have to be home in 30 minutes and he lives an hour away so how would that even work. so then she was like i’ll ask my mom for more time and her mom was like 10 but she was like 10:30 so they compromised for 10:15. but i was like that still isn’t enough time to do anything and then she goes they’re gonna meet us halfway. so guess where halfway was. the fucking street parking right in front of LMU. so we are literally just sitting in my car parked in front of LMU waiting for them to come. they finally come at 10 but i’m asking my friend wtf she thinks is gonna happen in like 5 minutes bc i still have to get her home by 10:15 and all she says is don’t worry about it and jumps out of my car to go see the guys. they talk for a minute on the corner and then she and the guy she hooked up with start walking in the other direction and the guy i hooked up with starts walking towards my car. he gets in the passenger seat and is just staring at me. and mina oml. it’s so fucking awkward. so finally he’s like should we get in the back and i was just like yea bc i didn’t know where my friend went and how long they would be gone and idk how much more of the silence i could take. we get in the back and start kissing but i keep pulling away like every 2 minutes bc i was just not in the mood for the surprise two man. especially not with this man. also i turned my car off so there’s no music and i quite literally have my body as far away from his as i could possibly have it. after like 20 minutes he’s like do u want me to get out and as much as i wanted to say yes i felt rlly bad for the way i was acting so i just said i was worried where my friend went bc it’s now 10:30 and i was supposed to have her home and her phone is in my car so i can’t call her. he’s just like oh i get it and we just end up talking. when it becomes 11 i was like do u think we should get out and look for them and he’s like yea so we start walking around and we see them making out on the corner. that was actually my final straw. i just walked to my car bc i couldnt deal with any bullshit anymore lmao. my friend finally comes back to my car and she’s all giddy and shit and i’m just like i’m glad ur smiling bc im definitely not. so then she goes to check her phone and she has like 30 missed calls from her parents bc it’s now like 11:30. and so she’s rushing me to get her home now bc her parents are hella pissed. like bitch. ik u aren’t rushing me. anyways now idk what to do bc i feel so bad for acting that way towards the guy but i also don’t know if i should apologize. anyways tell me ur thoughts or whatever 😻😻😻

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WOWWWWWWW UR FRIEND IS A DAWWWWGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG i would literally buy her an uber and drive home myself i cannot believe that Lmaoooooo but i meannnn if you don’t like the guy you can’t force it, there’s really no need to apologize nothing went wrong 🤷🏻‍♀️ You could just tell him you couldn’t focus because you were worried and ghost him after that like he doesn’t seem that serious

Ur friend is so strange though if i was responsible for her whereabouts id straight up call her mother myself and be like heyyyy yes i have ur kid but im going HOME❤️ I do not play like that

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acourtofthought · 1 year

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Went through the Elucien tag on IG and let me tell you that apperantly El/riels don't know how to tag?

Anyway, I saw a meme made from an El/riel about us and gwynriels (The meme of that women screaming, crying and showing an accusing finger on the white cat on the table). Sjm is the cat and apperantly we're crying because the "bread and roses" line from the crossover means El/riel endgame. I honestly think it's funny, given that line had nothing to do with any ships. Not even a little bit. When I read it the first time I thought nothing of it because... those were just words. To describe what Bryce is seeing and feeling. Sjm also basically debunked it in an Interview, so idk what they're on about..?

I finally came to the realization that the reason why they have convienced themselves that these ships have 0% chances of happening, is because they downgrade EVERY gwynriel, jassa, elucien and even moriel scene and make literally everything about El/riel. From taking away quotes and scenes, to villainize Gwyn and Lucien, to make every simple word like "roses" and "shadows" about El/riel, to spin a narrative about why he can't think beyond sexual fantasies if he's so in love/ just accusing gwynriels and eluciens for being "scared of sex", to twist canon, to take Sarah's words in interviews and lives and claim she's talking about El/riel, to spread rumours that they have someone in bloomsburry that can confirm El/riel is endgame and the list goes on and on. Instead of seeing the similarities that gwynriel and all the other endgame ships have (the whole singing and sparkling in the chest etc.) they either claim the bonus chapter is irrelevant or it's all Gwyn's doing. However, the language Sjm used in that bonus chapter sounds exactly like the language she uses for all her mated couples, especially Bryce and Hunt (their bonus chapter nailed the deal for me). It did not sound anything like Gwyn luring Azriel, otherwise we would have Azriel acting strange and others noticing that throughout the book. For heaven's sake, I might not have shipped El/riel but I thought they'd be endgame when I first read this series because of what I heard about El/riel and Lucien and.. reading it a second time I've realized that most of what they had said wasn't true. Yes, they're closer than Elucien and Gwynriel are, but so I've noticed more Elucien scenes and noticed that some of them were completely twisted by El/riels. For example, claiming that Lucien had done nothing but yelling Elain's name and immediatly claiming her as his mate at the end of acomaf (Some random el/riel also came up to me and straight up told me that in an long damn text on IG and I was SHOCKED). Or claiming it was all Azriel who immediatly knew what was wrong with Elain... that's also not true. Plenty of scenes were twisted to make it seem like El/riel has dominated all the books which leads to people claiming El/riel had 4 books of build up..

They completely refuse to see the chances that these ships have. I'm not even mad at it or anything, just amazed. That is were I think "No wonder they believe Gwynriel and Elucien would be fanservice.."

I think it's best to get your head of off your favorite ship and acknowledge that Sjm can do whatever she likes and that she too has a different Interpretation. There will always be a chance that she won't do what you've convienced yourself she would. This stands for everyone, not just El/riels. Better be prepared than get an unexpected kick in the face.

I'm glad I have found your page to confirm that I'm not the only one seeing how much in the books has been twisted, especially acowar. I haven't been in this shipwar for long and I was a casual reader and shipper before my reread. I pretty much needed some confirmation that I'm not the only one who thinks that way.

If you only look at the E/riel scenes than I can absolutely understand why E/riel looks appealing. Under a certain lens, (and written by a different author), E/riel could easily be a thing. It would be one of two things. I think some view it as a Bridgerton type romance. He says things "gently", "politely" to Elain, takes her hand and leads her to the garden, rescues her from the dastardly villain, etc. And some view it as sort of a mafia romance. The bad dark man who knows he's doing bad things but has to to protect his empire is rewarded with the beautiful, innocent flower, proving he's not destined to be alone for his crimes. She plays no part in the family business yet supports him and loves him when he comes home covered in the blood of his enemies. I HAVE read those types of books.

But we know for a fact SJM doesn't like the trope where the male is the protector, shielding the female from the dark and dangerous. Otherwise Tamlin and Feyre would have remained together. She likes her females to be strong and to sass the male, to give back just as hard and for them to share the characteristics of them (both good and bad) so they are a true pairing of souls, equally matched in nearly all ways. So when readers stop trying to twist the book to what they want to see and like reading about and look at what SJM likes reading and writing about, when they stop focusing on just E/riel and pay attention to the series as a whole, everything looks very different. We see that Az pretends to be something he's not around Elain because the second he's away, he's speaking out on what she should or should not do. He's starting fights in political meetings, acting disrespectful towards Lucien, disobeying Feyre and Rhys, torturing people, being unwilling to talk his friends of 500+ years of the things that really matter, etc. We see that SJM is constantly drawing parallels to how similar in personality Elucien is. We see that SJM has begun drawing parallels to how similar in personality Gwynriel is. Is the author definitely going the route of Elucien, Jassa and Gwynriel? We'll have no idea until the book is written. But it really does no good to pretend SJM hasn't added things about those pairings (not necessarily romantic things at this time but hints at their compatibility) for no reason at all. To act like there's not just as much a chance for them especially when you consider how they are shaping up to be more similar to the other endgame couples SJM writes about.

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ikea-clock · 1 year

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Hi! I kinda forgot i started rating books here. My need to explain my thoughts hadn’t gone away, i really just forget things easily.

Today I’m just going to talk about “The song of Achilles”

At first I wanted to say that I’m really picky about romances. The problem is not them being straight or gay or whatever, cause for me that doesn’t really matter. But I need to connect to the book and the character to enjoy it. Ig that is one of the perks of being aromantic but let’s just move on.

I terribly loved this book. I’m willing to say it. First of all: It’s historically accurate, we need to remember that Medaline Miller studied the classics, she’s a Latin and Greek teacher, and I’ve seen a bunch of people (classic history teachers, …) talk very well about the book… so yes, high standards from the beginning. This blessed woman also manages to write so damn beautifully that I don’t even know where those pretty words come from - especially those times in the book when Patroclus is talking about Achilles.

Ok now more about the book itself (contains spoilers):

I adore Patroclus, and the book only has more value because it was written from his perspective about everything and mostly about Achilles. We all know Achilles is not perfect, not only because we have that demi-god dinamic of him not exactly acting human-human like but not at all being like a god, but also because of all the mistakes he makes. But even though it's clear to us readers that he is like this, the adoration of Patroclus towards his lover brings us the idea that Achilles is better than he actually is, and I definitely find that perfect in the book. Just as Patroclus loves him so much that he describes him to us as more beautiful, more athletic, more GOOD just because love somehow blinds him.

Patroclus spends the entire book repeating that regardless of what Achilles possibly does, he will always and always forgive him, even if its the most horrendous and unforgiving thing, until… until Achilles does something that not even Patroclus can forgive. This is really heavy to process, when you see Patroclus needing to go through the most heartbreaking moments like they were just a bit unpleasant.

The book is so heartbreaking that you cannot even hate a character for something unforgivable they make, really because somehow deep down on your guts, you know that action is probably just a reflex of past horrendous scenes. (Like ok i will never forgive Thetis for lying to her son and making him lay with Deidamia but we need to remember the Gods made her lay with Achilles’ dad, you understand my point here? It’s just a big ass horrendous ball that just gets bigger and bigger).

Even when we stop to think about Achilles’s son and how cruel he was… I mean he did devious things but he was taken from his mom as a baby and his father never wanted anything to do with him, he was raised by a goddess, and even tho, by blood, he was less of a God compared to his dad, he was never human. And this is also a good side reflection - if we stop and think about it, Patroclus was the one and only thing that represented Achilles’ mortality. The vulnerability, the love, the imperfections… That’s all what his relationship with Patroclus represented - what is it like to be a human being - and that’s why Thetis always despited Patroclus, because he represented all the things he didn’t wanted her son to be.

I can also guarantee you that the most depressing parts of the book are not Patroclus’ death BUT all the moments that succeed. The entirety of chapter 33 (the final one) was me covered in tears and believe me when I tell you it's not that common to see me cry. Every single moment after his death is both heartbreaking and breathtaking… Achilles obsessively mourns Patroclus' body, and that whole final chapter where we have Patroclus and Thetis mourning over a boy who belonged to both.

I get sad all over again when i think how young they died and how they spent like 1/3 of their lives on a war they never came back from, just because Achilles was too proud.

An outstanding book, a hard book to put down, and probably one of the best romances I’ve ever read. (And I’m definitely going to read the Iliad, I’m a nerd, don’t mind me)

Rate: 9/10

#the song of achilles #song of achilles #tsoa achilles #achilles x patroclus #tsoa patroclus #tsoa spoilers #tsoa briseis #tsoa thetis #deidamia #madeline miller

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