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thelittleliars · 1 year

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Love Forever? | Pt. 5

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader Yelena Belova x fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Mention of death, hints of smut but not really smut?, sadness, grief, a bit of fluff, happy end

Words: 2.9K

AN: It's not the best chapter I've ever written plus I didn't really know how to end this series but here is the final chapter! Did not proof read.

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Part 1

"Nat? Darling it's been twenty four hours. Have you eaten anything yet?" Wanda asked the other red head. Yelena actually dragged Wanda into your hospital room in hope to get her sister away from your body. There was no sign of Natasha hearing a word Wanda just had said. "Natasha, have you and Y/N eaten anything yet?" Your name spoken out loud was the thing that got Natasha out of her daze. "No we haven't. She's been sleeping all day." She was in denial about your death and created a 'reality' where you hadn't died and just slept a lot. And since your body wasn't entirely human, it never cooled down as fast as a normal human body would. Your body was still slightly warm but there was no pulse or any brain activity. "How about we go get some food together and afterwards come back here?" "I can't leave her. What if she's so confused and anxious when she wakes up and we're away eating? Y/N doesn't deserve to feel anxiety."

Yelena muttered a sorry to her sister before she told Wanda to do it. Red mist came out of Wanda's fingers, she directed it towards Natasha and her mind. It was hard to control her since Natasha was one hell of a fighter but in the end Wanda could overpower her and give commands to come with them. Yelena and Wanda both stayed with Natasha as they made Nat eat food, take a shower and afterwards a nap. Halfway through the nap, Wanda stopped doing magic on the tiny Avenger. "I hate doing this to her." The red head felt guilty for performing magic on another person without their permission. "I know and I'm sorry for asking. I know she'll feel violated and I hope she won't get triggered but I was desperate. She needed help and only your magic could get through to her."

"I don't think there is a right and wrong here. You're trying to save your sister." Wanda knew too well what it was like to lose a sibling, she didn't want Yelena to feel the pain too. "Thank you Wanda."

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Natasha still sat on the ground when it started to rain. She was starring at the tombstone for an hour already and it didn't seem like she wanted to stop anytime soon. Yelena watched her bigger sister sitting there in silence, she too was overflowed with grief. When she felt drops of water falling on her skin, she walked over to her sister, clearing her throat to not startle Natasha. "Hey, how are you doing?" It was a dumb question but it was at least something to get her talking. "Miserable." The blonde haired woman nodded her head. "I miss her."

"I miss her too Yelena, I miss her too." Tears were mixed with rain drops, they were all rolling down her cheek.

"Lets go to eat something. I don't think she would want us to be like this." Natasha huffed in sadness but stood up and followed her little sister.

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Later that week Natasha was back again with sulking on the couch. "I miss her so much." The red head whined to no one in particular. Yelena spoke up first before Kate could give some sentimental speech. "Gosh I can't wait for your fiancée to get back and get your sorry ass of my couch." She was sick of her sisters constant whining and crying, she loved her so much but at some point it was enough for her, there had to be another way to grief over a pet that passed away.

"God I miss her so much too!" She groaned. "Also she's not my fiancée!"

"Yet."

The redhead answered with a hint of hopelessness and sadness "Yelena, we all know that's not gonna happen." The younger sister drew her eyebrows together. "What? Why? Aren't you guys together?"

"Kinda? I don't know, it's super complicated with our past okay. I actually don't know what we even are right now." Kate saw the doubt on the older girl's face. She could stand seeing her like this. "You two are Soulmates and that is a literal fact. Natasha, she survived because you stood by her side even after death. The universe gave you a second chance so don't fall into doubt. Have some faith."

"What Kate Bishop said." Yelena could have agreed silently but she knew her older sister needed verbal affirmation. She knew how much her sister still struggled with your death and sudden awakening. There was too much denial, grief, happiness, uncertainty and confusion she had to process first before working through all the emotion to heal.

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You were back on your home planet, recovering and getting the needed energy from it since everything but a tiny spark was sucked out of you. Not only does your stay on your planet with the vibrating nature heal you, it also made you stronger than ever. Finding your soulmate made you powerful but that didn't mean you suddenly had superpowers. Just and average 'alien' who feels powerful with the endless energy you had in you. That energy could keep you alive in a fatal accident but only if you have the will to live otherwise the amount of energy in you will die with you.

You had no idea how long you were already gone from earth 4-1-1. All you knew was you were about to be able to go back. The heaviness of your almost death sat still deep inside you. As your body fell into a coma state, you mind still was working and you heard everything around you. You heard how the machines made a flat noise, how Yelena and Natasha started sobbing, how Natasha suddenly stopped crying and acted as if you still were there, how Yelena got Wanda to mind wash Nat, how Tuuli came to explain everything to the others and took your body to your home planet. Turned out everything that happened was a test, a second chance test to see if Natasha really was your one and only. Since the girl stayed by your side until your dying breath and even beyond that, it proved she was your soulmate. It all was a lot mentally and physically but it also meant that you now had so much more time with your friends, lover and family.

You felt sick to your stomach the second your feet came into contact with your new home. Earth had different vibrations and matter that you had to get used to again. No power in the world could made your species to be just fine when you came onto a different planet. You tried your best to ignore the chaos in your stomach and body, said goodbye to Tuuli and made your way to your new home. It was big apartment since you wanted and needed not only to live with Natasha but also with Yelena. It was the best way to heal properly. These two sisters not only lost you once but twice. There was a lot of stuff to work through and heal from, both of them agreed with your idea immediately. Though Natasha would have loved to have you for herself, she knew how important Yelena is to you and the other way around.

The sound of Kate laughing could be heard all the way from down the hall. It made you smile that Yelena had Kate. She was the perfect fit as best friend for the blonde. You suddenly got a bit nervous to see them all again, the time difference was immense to you, a few months on your planet was only a couple hours to days on earth. A minute had gone by and the nervousness you felt was overpowered by the craving of having Natasha by your side. With a deep breath you knocked on the door. Kate opened the door, a loud squeal came out as soon as she saw you, she pulled you in a hug right away. "Welcome back!" The archer told you as she backed away to let you in. Natasha was quick yo stand up from the couch. She could not believe you were finally back. By the time she came to her senses and wanted to welcome you back, she was pushed on the couch by Yelena. "Get out of my way slowpoke." You were engulfed in her arms like a koala, she wasn't letting you go anytime soon. You gave Natasha a wide grin, reassuring her like that that it'd be her time soon too. She looked amazing with her new hair cut. It's short and a tiny bit curly. She wore one of your favorite black tshirts and some dark grey sweatpants. You honestly loved her look and if you two would have been alone you probably would be peeling it all off.

"Love you too Yel." You soothed her by gently rubbing your hand on her back up and down. She could finally feel relaxed again. You were a safe place for her. "At some point you have to let me go. Your sister needs me as much as you."

"She always can join us but I'm sure as hell not letting you go!" The tiny ex-assassin disagreed. You knew she wasn't kidding. That's why you gestured for Nat to come over to you. The red head hesitated for a second, she didn't want to interrupt you and Yelena but a strong pull lead her over to you. She then happily joined the embraced of her loved ones.

Yelena didn't lie. She really didn't let you go, not even for a second. Everything you'd do was with her up until you had to use the restroom. It was difficult for her to let go but eventually she did. After you finished you shouted through the door that you were taking a shower. All you heard was a loud groan. Not even a minute later a loud "Are you kidding me!" came out of her mouth but before you could ask her what she meant, Natasha slipped into the bathroom and locked it behind her.

"I hope you don't mind me joining?" She carefully asked. From the other side of the door you heard Yelena complaining and cussing the both of you before informing you that she'll be gone for a while. "I absolutely don't mind. I do think that it could become a bit awkward." Nat strutted to you in one swift motion and pinned you against the nearest wall. "It doesn't have to be awkward if you don't let it be that way." Her lips crashed on yours, it were hot wet kisses that you loved. One of your hands to to her waist as you pulled her even closer to you. You needed her as close as possible. As soon as she started to kiss your jaw and leave some mindblowing kissed along your neck, you stopped her. "I uhm my body... back on my home plant.." You started but never finished what you actually wanted to say. So you stopped for a minute and gathered your thoughts. "When Tuuli brought me back to our home planet to heal, I went under some changes with my body, the powerful energy I received would have killed me otherwise." Though you were not ashamed of your new body changes, it still made you a bit insecure.

Natasha only smiled wickedly at you. "Well I guess I get to explore and worship your body from scratch then." Her words ignited a familiar fire in you. The one you constantly had during your marriage with her. And it gave you enough confidence to switch your positions and pinning her to the wall. You hauled her up by her ass, her legs go automatically around your waist, the slight pressure against her cunt made her nearly moaning loudly. You hovered your mouth close to her ear. She felt your warm breath against her skin. It drove her insane but she waited patiently for your next move. "Worshipping me sounds amazing but let's talk about you for a second. Do you even know how fucking sexy you look with your new hair?"

"No, I don't think I do. How about you show me?" It was the last button she knew she had to push for you to crazily attack her and her body everywhere with kisses and more.

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"It's been a wild ride, you and me." You said as you played with her hands while lying next to her in bed. The feeling of her skin against your gave you a calming effect that you missed deeply. "Somehow us being married feels like a lifetime ago but at the same time as if it just happened." You looked from your hands to her green eyes. "After everything that happened.. is marriage still something you'd want?"

"I'm not sure. I think I still need time to decide. What about you?" You let yourself get lost in her eyes. And while starring in the green sea that her eyes are, you knew for sure that marrying her again was something you still wanted. You two were already intertwined for life by the view of your home planet. The equalization on earth would be marriage for you it's be just a title but for Natasha who grew up in this system, in this society it was way more than that and you understood where she was coming from. You explained it all to her in which she nodded understandingly. Yelena came back home a couple minutes later. She immediately walked towards your room, door already wide open for her to step into without fearing to catch you both having sex, she popped her head in and fake gasped at you. "Cuddling without your favorite sister?? I'm hurt." Natasha rolled her eyes while you smiled at the younger women. "Gonna join you in a second!"

"Do you think she'll ever let me go?" You asked Natasha after Yelena left. She kissed your temple. "She'll be holding onto you for a while and afterwards she'll be extremely protective of you. Hope you are ready for that." Your life won't be the same as before but you knew it was all worth it. "Ready or not, she's family."

Nat stilled. She seemed to be paralyzed by her thoughts for some minutes. "Family that I almost destroyed." The pain and regret in her voice was obvious and it hurt you. You knew there would be little for you to say for her to forgive herself but you tried anyways. "Nat, honey. Don't feel guilty about that anymore okay? I forgive you and so should you. I do have to say that it was cruel of you but I understand that getting triggered back to not only after Thano's fight but also back to the redroom must have been insanely overwhelming for you."

"But what if it'll happen again? What if I hit my head or get hurt and-"

"I hate cutting you off but I really have to. I don't think it will happen again. If you do hit your head or get an head injury, we'll make sure that Yelena is either with me or you'll see her alone first. We know so much more now than before and I'm sure we can handle everything that comes our way. Let's not worry about it though, we still can do that when we get to that point, okay?" You reassured her. She nodded and cuddled into your side. Soon after Yelena came into the room and jumped on the bedside that was free next to you. She too cuddled into you, letting out a deep sigh, releasing all the tension she was holding.

"Do you have any plans tomorrow sestra?" The older women asked the younger one. "Yes, Kate needs some help with a mean girl so I go and take care of that. Why?"

"Just asking." She said then turning her attention to you. "Y/N, can I take you out on a date tomorrow?"

"Hmm I don't know, can you?" You teased her.

"I can but I won't if you don't stop teasing me." She threatened you.

"Can you both please hurry up with either agreeing or disagreeing on a date? I want to sleep."

"You used to be more fun Yel." You teased her also but were not ready for what was coming next. "That was before I got a ton of issues by you leaving and got traumatized by seeing you die in front of my eyes!" Her words shut you up. You never meant to hurt and traumatize her, though the latter was not much your fault, all you could do now was provide her comfort and love. You muttered a sorry to her as you pulled both of the ex-assassins even closer to you.

Heaviness was still hanging in the air but you felt grateful in that moment. You had your sister back, even though Yelena was your former sister in law she still felt more of a sister than any blood family could ever. And you had Natasha back. You lover, soulmate and future. To think back to your marriage and divorce with Natasha felt crazy to you but still can imagine it doing it all over again if it meant you'll always end up back happily and stronger together. No matter what challenges were still going to be put in your way, you knew for sure that you all were going to conquer them and holding together as a family. After all this is love forever.

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book-girlswhispers · 1 month

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The unsent letters of Aru Shah

Summary: Aru tries to connect with Aiden through letters during the 8 Months Of Ignorance

Pairing: Aru x Aiden (Aruden) - tpq

Genre: angst

Tw: none I think

Word count: 822

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Sup Aiden!

So I thought I'd write to you, seeing as you, you know, you act like I don't exist anymore.

- from Aru

Aru crumpled up the piece of paper. She couldn't sound too blunt, not if she wanted him to actually read it.

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Hi Wifey,

How are things with you recently? How's shadowfax doing? I hope that you are thriving -

Hope that you are thriving?! Who was she, an aristocrat or something? Gosh, she hadn't spoken to him in a few weeks, and suddenly she sounded like the Queen of England. The letter was screwed into a ball, before meeting the same fate as its predecessor.

Aru stared at the new page a while, and started writing.

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Hi Aiden!

I know we haven't spoken in ages but I just wanted to say hi! How's things going? I saw you mom at Costco the other day, although she completely ignored me. Is that why you've been avoiding me? Did I do something? Do you hate me -

"Not sending that,"

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Hey Snob

How's things over on the other side of the road? There isn't much happening on my side. Poppy Lopez got moved up a set and keeps on kicking the back of my chair which sucks... Oh and I applied for the chess team! But that's all that's happened here.

It would be so cool if we could be in the same class, you're the only person in school who I can talk to about saving the world and all that stuff. It would be even better if you actually talked to me...

"Absolutely not."

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Hi Aiden.

Is everything ok? We haven't talked in forever! Me and Kara are going to the movies this Saturday if you want to come? It's going to be so fun, we're going to see how much candy we can eat in one go - don't tell Mini about that part - and it'll be even more fun if you were there. We used to spend loads of time together but now -

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To Aiden,

Me and Mini went over to Rudy's the other day (he was showing off his new wardrobe - Niki made him one) and we watched frozen. I like Let It Go the most obviously, but Do You Wanna Build A Snowman is a close second! We were all sing along, especially at the bit that goes like "We used to be best buddies, but now we're not, I wish you would tell me WHYYY-

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Yo Aiden Wassup my man...

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Aiden

Ok I already know I won't send this, so I might as well say whatever. WHAT THE HECK?! Why are you doing this? I did nothing, absolutely nothing, and now you treat me like I'm not there. No, worse than that. Like you wish I wasn't there. What's wrong? Did I do something, say something? If I screwed up, tell me! But don't treat me like I'm some random stranger.

I thought we were friends.

- from Aru

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Dear Aiden

How are you? I've been meaning to talk to you for a while now. What have you been up to? Apart from the constant avoidance I mean.

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Why do you hate me?

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Aiden

I heard a TS song today and thought of you. How's it going? Are you going to training on Saturday? It would be great to spar with you, cause Mini is more defensive and Brynne is downright terrifying when it comes to fighting. Kara's pretty good at sparring as well. She misses seeing you almost as much as I -

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Dear Aiden

Can we just talk again? We used to be friends, I just want that again. Or if you can't do that, tell me why you're doing this. Please. I - and I know this sounds weird and cringe but it's true - I miss you. I miss talking and laughing and watching movies and sparring and just being together. I miss you, Aiden

- Love Aru.

A teardrop fell onto the page. Followed by another. And another. Aru crumpled up the page and threw it in the pile, before breaking down into a sob. I miss you, Aiden. She said it over and over in her head. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you I miss you I miss you I missyouImissyouImissyou- Aru sobbed harder. Why do you hate me so much?

A spark of light across caught her attention. Aru looked up from her desk and to the left, to see her curtains open. Across the street, Aiden was looking out his window, outlined by the warm light of room against the dusk around him. For a moment - their eyes met, and Aru saw something flicker over his face. Regret? Or maybe just loathing. Whatever it was, it was gone a moment later. Aiden pulled his curtains shut, and Aru followed suit.

With a brisk wipe of her face, she turned back to the desk, a new piece of paper waiting.

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Dear Aiden...

- Bea <3

Please do not copy/repost this work. All rights belong to me, the author. Feel free to reblog, though :)

#bea writes #can't believe i wrote this in 2 hours

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recordsfm · 27 days

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╰ ☆ ◞ dylan minnette / cis man / he/him ——— no way is that ASHLEY DIMARCO? you know they’re TWENTY-FOUR YEARS OLD and they’ve been in los angeles for THREE MONTHS. they’re chillin’ as a ASSISTANT MUSIC PRODUCER for PINNACLE RECORDS. oh and they’re notoriously known for being STUBBORN but there are some people who have seen them be CREATIVE. i heard they’re a part of a BAND called THE WALLETS, yeah they’re a SINGER/GUITARIST. to be honest they sound a lot like BRADEN BALES & WALLOWS. they’re actually A RISING STAR.

PART ONE: STATISTICS.

basic information:

FULL NAME: Ashley Jett DiMarco

NICKNAME(S): Ash

AGE: 24

DATE OF BIRTH: June 3rd 1999

PLACE OF BIRTH: New York City

GENDER: Cismale

PRONOUNS: he/him

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English

NEIGHBOURHOOD: Los Angeles

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Roommates with twin sister.

family ties:

MOTHER: Natalie DiMarco

GRANDMOTHER: Abigail Anderson

FATHER: Elliott Anderson DiMarco

SIBLINGS: Amity DiMarco

SPOUSE / PARTNER: none

CHILDREN: none

PETS: 1 cat named Eevee

occupational information:

OCCUPATION: Assistant Music Producer at Pinnacle Records

answer only if your character is a musician:

NAME OF THEIR ACT: Wallets

SO THEY PLAY INSTRUMENTS? IF SO WHAT?: Keyboard and guitar

HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN A PART OF THE ACT?: 10 years

ARTIST INFLUENCES: Bob Dylan, Weezer, and too many to count

CURRENT MONTHLY SPOTIFY/APPLE MUSIC LISTENS ON AVERAGE: 510.2 K

personality:

WESTERN ZODIAC: Gemini

CHINESE ZODIAC: Rabbit

POSITIVE TRAITS: Creative, Thoughtful, Chivalrous

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, Anxious, Shy

HOBBIES: Origami, video editing, playing guitar and keyboard, drinking

PART TWO: QUESTIONNAIRE.

IF YOUR MUSE IS A MUSICIAN:

start at the beginning, who are you and why are you important?

"Hi, uh, my name is Ash DiMarco, and I'm one of the founding members of The Wallets."

how long have you been making music?

"Well music kinda runs in my family, so it's been a part of my life forever. I mean my mom literally was pregnant on tour. But uh, when I was about 13 I started to really take it seriously. It's around this time when I begged my older cousin to be in my band and well, that's how this kinda all started."

how would you describe the kind of music you make?

"It's definitely indie rock. A little bit of pop, a touch of singer- songwriter vibes."

who are some of your biggest musical influences?

"Well obviously my mom was a huge influence on me, considering how amazing she really is. And many of her influences too, for obvious reasons, but I really draw from like blackbear, Jeremy Zucker, Jon Bellion, the 1975, Wombats, you know very alt artists that are just extremely talented and lyrical geniuses. "

what is the first record you ever bought?

"Make believe by weezer"

what has working in the music industry meant to you thus far in your career?

"I haven't been as successful as some of the members of my family, but I really love this industry. There's so much that goes into making an album or doing a show that I dont think people realize, and that's kinda what I love about it. I love how much work it really takes."

what are some stand out moments from your career so far?

"Well out music videos are what I really love and are most proud of."

how would you describe your style of performance? what makes your shows worth seeing?

Awkward. The Wallets only did one tour in ten years. With local shows few and far between, and it was all because of him. The anxiety he felt on stage. "Well, we don't do a lot of shows, so..." He gave a small chuckle hoping they would move on.

what are you still hoping to achieve in your career, and what’s next for you?

Ash took a long pause, thinking about the future, what he wanted. And the truth was he didn't know. Wallets was crumbling, every member moving on in separate directions, and here he was. clinging to the music industry, cause it's all he really knew. "Sky's the limit."

#sonicfm:intro

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mikyouknow · 3 years

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Please! Rewatch the quiz! I need something to remind me that that actually happened.

I still vividly remember that day. Going out on a chill bike ride with my two best friends for the first time in months. Sitting in the cool grass. Having a picknick. Not too hot out, nice weather. AND THEN I GET HOME TO THE ABSOLUTEL SHITSHOW THAT HAPPENED THAT DAY! Because what the HELL even was that, I still haven't processed anything. My mind keeps erasing that memory until some days the it just hits me square in the face and knocks me out 😀

So yeah! I would love it if you talked more about it, might help to cope a bit xD

Okay anon you motivated me, you were my Final push, I’m Doing it ! 🗣

Also I love that story tho you really have a Vivid memory connected to this whole thing and I’m living for it 😂 you were just having a nice day and then Boom, all this mess 💀

But aight so I’m Watching it rn and will be taking notes Live as I watch Here we go:

My first thoughts is, when Dream decides to do the quiz, he seems so like, confident? And then as soon as he reads the description, his voice falters at ‘and now things are changing’ and I’m Dead 💀 his confidence from two seconds prior in that moment goes like 📉 then cue flustered laugh lmao

“Do you ever catch yourself staring at your bff?” Dream’s flustered laugh and being all like “these questions are gonna be so weird” uhhhhh dude what are you expecting you’re taking a are you in love with your best friend quiz 💀

HES SO DEFENSIVE ON THIS ONE LIKE- he keeps wanting to make excuses aww drema aww 😭 it’s okay !! George is pretty we Understand you staring king 😌

Like legit that’s the first question and he’s already so flustered and- MY GOD GEORGE HASNT SAID A THING I JUST REALIZED WAIT HOLD ON I NEED TO GO BACK-

Two scoffs. That’s it 🧍‍♀️

GEORGE JSJWNSOWNEEJEN HES NOT SAYING ANYTHING IM DYING WHAT

Even when Dream first goes ‘aight imma take the am I in love w my best friend test’ George is SILENT 💀

Listen- listen, I’m having a moment over this cause I don’t remember him being silent from the start I thought it was like a slow descent into him just going silent eventually, BUT NO he’s just Silent from the moment the quiz is brought up 💀 but gives like a slight scoff when Dream’s voice wavered at “changing” like he’s very much Listening, just being So silent.

I just can’t wrap my head around how he doesn’t answer any of Dream’s comments, Dream keeps being like ‘right? Like that’s normal, right? Like that’s not weird. Right?’ And George is just SILENT 💀

“Do you get jealous if he or she has a bf or gf” LMAO THIS QUESTION MY BELOVED

His answer is so weird I will die on this hill.

ALSO GEORGE S P E A K S for the first time in the quiz 😭🗣 but not much, he says ‘but’, cause, yk, they both know he do get jealous so.

Which, again. Weird as hell. Imma say it, I’ve never felt jealous of my best friend getting a partner like what ???? W h a t

But ofc when they’re so clingy on each other, like a partner would take the others place because they pretty much have each other in that spot already, so it makes sense huh

And that’s not platonic btw I wanna make that clear LMAO

I think the points of which George laughs are interesting. And there’s something interesting to his laugh too. I don’t see his face lighting up with it, if that makes sense. It’s like a, I wouldn’t say ‘nervous’ laugh but, I struggle to find a better word for it 🤔

AYO MY MANS DREAM SAYS I DONT KNOW TO IF HE GETS BUTTERFLIES FROM GEORGE I- 💀

THATS NOT AN I DONT KNOW QUESTION KING

EITHER YOU DO OR YOU DONT AND YOU KNOW IF YOU DO OR DONT LIKE W H A T

I have to sit with this one for a second like . What ? 🧍‍♀️

Butterflies.

I’ve never. In my life. Like.

That’s not- you can’t say you don’t know- THAT MEANS LIKE-

Dear lord.

Aight I’m moving on (not actually imma be awake thinking about this later. Not by choice, absolutely not. This just won’t leave my brain unfortunately.)

Hang on. George says something here when Dream says ‘I have no idea’ but I can’t tell what he’s saying ? Like he mumbles something whilst Dream starts talking at the same time and I can’t make it out and I wanna know what he says 💀🗣

I Think he says ‘what do you mean you have no idea?’ Which like, YEAH, you Should question him on that king 🧍‍♀️ but it’s interesting how quiet he is, like he barely pushes the question, and this is like the second ?? Time he’s spoken so far. 🧍‍♀️

Also Listen to how flustered Dream sounds my god💀

This quiz never should’ve happened what’s Wrong with him like is he this blind ?? Did he Really think taking this quiz was gonna end well ?? 💀

“TecHniCally🥴”

“My future is your future”

I feel like we’ve talked abt these LMAO such Romantic phrasing my god

Again him going ‘right?’ And George is Dead Silent 💀

It’s interesting, like I’ve reached the ‘dreams’ question now, and it’s hitting now and throughout this quiz how, Dream is Loudly deflective, but George is silently deflective. If that makes sense? Like he’s choosing not to speak so his words can’t be thrown back at him cause he Knows if he speaks it’ll be obvious. Whilst Dream over explains and fucks himself over p much lmao. They’re both just a mess around this subject 💀

“How would You be in my dream” is such a funny sentence from George LMAO he’s so defensive 💀 like even I have had dreams abt Dream, like you’re his Best Friend, ofc you have dreams abt him my guy 💀 deflecting it is so weird. So Weird

“I’ve never hugged you” Sad hours 😔

It’s interesting here. Cause they speak abt the whole ‘do you go out of your way for this person’ and Dream is stuck on if he should say ‘more than anyone else I know’ or not. Which, there’s ofc observations to be had here as well.

But ! What I found interesting here was how George goes onto say ‘you made me pay you’ when Dream says he edited his video for him. And how George keeps the ‘lie’ going for a very short bit before laughing slightly, by god he sounds so.. different? Like when he usually makes little lies to troll or stuff like that, he’s much more extra and keeps the bit going and- idk how to explain it but the tone of his voice is usually way different. Here he seems to, idk, struggle to keep that up. His laugh is also just like, somewhat toneless?

LMAO The MOMENT Dream got the question ‘what do you think abt their laugh’ George’s laugh Stops. 💀

“Do you ever think abt what it would be like to Kiss your best friend?”

THE SILENCE

Also,

how Dream read ‘kiss’ 🤝 how Dream read ‘changing’

Some words hit this man different huh LMAO

“Why did that take you so long” on the kiss question, CALL HIM OUT GEORGE 🗣

HRKEJEKEEJEKJEEIEJ HOW ARE THOSE- SORRY WHAT DREAM ??

“HOW ARE THOSE THE ONLY OPTIONS” ???

God, for real, I wish Dream would get to sit down with someone one day who just Listened to him speak and allowed him to slip up and just sound so in love with George like give himself away simply because nobody is saying how weird he’s-

Hold on.

Wait. A minute.

George.

George is doing that LMAOOOO

Him sitting there silently and not responding to all his small questions abt what he Should answer and such, he’s so smart🧍‍♀️

AIGHT MOVING ON

George’s laugh keeps sounding very, like, strange😅

Anyways the way Dream Had to have a ‘yes’ answer to the kiss one will forever keep me up at night. Now along with the butterflies one🧍‍♀️

I rly wonder what options it is Dream is looking for when he says ‘none of these options’ so often. What is it you wanna say king ?

WHY IS THE BUTTERFLIES QUESTION TWICE AND WHY IS HIS ANSWER NOW DIFFERENT LMAO - drema it’s okay it’s Safe Space 🗣 I feel like he probably saw chat responding to his first answer and realized ‘oop, that’s not platonic’ and changed his answer LMAO 💀 he’s- Ahh hard to find the right words for my Thoughts here, but he’s doing that thing where he looks for others what is ‘normal’ instead of seeing what he feels, cause what He feels is, uh, well we all know what results he got at the end there,,

I mean the kiss question is all u need really. The butterflies one puts icing on the whole cake.

“Do you compare this person to others you’ve dated? Noo...” AIGHT AND THERE WE HAVE THE CHERRY ON TOP OF THE WHOLE THING

This was the one of the Most sus ones imo from when I first watched it. It had my head spin, head in hands for Days.

What do you MEAN you compare him to others you’ve dated? Why does he tell George to shut up, why do they both Know there’s a story there- I have so many questions on this and- this isn’t platonic 💀😭 AT ALL - and there’s no excuse or explanations for this one, they just Move On 💀

The Speed at which they move on 💀

And then George goes So silent 🧍‍♀️

Dream is cruising through the questions and George is so silent now. He was Stunned into silence from that shut up LMAO

I like how Dream picked ‘absolutely’ on being able to tell George everything :’)

So.

Why does George not say anything on the ‘do you think your best friend is in love with you’ question? No joke, no protest, no- no nothing?

That leaves us to fill in the blanks king, just saying🧍‍♀️

Why does Dream sound sarcastic when he says it’s a tough question LMAO

“I have no idea” aight good answer ig LMAO let’s Pretend

George’s silence is for real very sus there. Very. 🥴

Dream putting ‘no’ on thinking he’s in love, is Very funny and shows just how blind he is to himself.

He rly put ‘I don’t know’ for the butterflies one and found the nearest ‘yes’ option for the kiss one and then still put ‘no’ at the end - he’s a lost cause and owns no mirrors I see how it is. (/j btw lmao I have hope in drema ofc, he too can become more self aware one day<3)

“You are a little in love with your best friend” cue both of them laughing in just the weirdest ways. George just sounds absolutely toneless like, I don’t think he’s even smiling with that laugh, gaze absolutely dazed at what he’s being witness to, not even knowing what to do with himself in that moment. And Dream’s laugh is also just, weird?

“You don’t wanna ruin it, Dream.” Followed by Dream’s immediate, “oh what? It says-“ like immediately moving on lmao 💀 that “oh what?” Sounded like “oh what’s that there oh that’s rly weird wow let’s move on from what you just said ahem wow really weird thing over there” LMAO

“There’s a two percent chance there” LMAO

OH NO THE SILENCE WHAT

I THOUGHT I ACCIDENTALLY PAUSED THE VIDEO BUT THE SILENCE IS SO LONG AND SO LOUD

Then Dream going onto pretending like he’s gonna do another test As If he’s not been planning his escape excuse from the very moment he got those test results LMAO

And the silent pauses are taking me out 💀

‘I think we’re done’ HOW COULD HE LEAVE AT THAT POINT 💀💀💀

“COOL PODCAST” IM DEAD ON THE FLOOR

“WHY ARE YOU SO NOSY” DREAM I- WHY U SO DEFENSIVE GEORGE ASKING WHERE YOU’RE GOING IS A NORMAL THING TO ASK 💀YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S SUDDENLY LEAVING

NOT DREAM AWKWARDLY SINGING THE WIZARD OF OZ-

HE SOUNDS SO WEIRD-

The tone of his voice is so off my guy is so ready to leave and sit and stare at a wall whilst looping heatwaves for five hours 💀

:((((( drema my beloved :((((( it’s okay to be in love !!

Not him leaving- he full on ignored George’s ‘where are you going?’

He’s not going anywhere istg the moment he left that discord he put his head in his hands and just Stared 💀

Poor George 🥺

#aight those were my thoughts omg this got so long LMAO #I legit thought I’d have barely any notes going into this #and then I ended up having to pause every five seconds cause there was just So Much to unpack 🥴😭#so Many Thoughts #so anyways sry anon that this took me a moment lmaoo #but here’s just a whole analysis on the are u in love w your best friend quiz #I never did do one like a lot of others did after that stream #I needed five business days to process #that turned into months apparently LMAO #but now here they are: My Thoughts #long post #that read me option has never been more needed LMAO #dnf observer answers ask #dnf tings and rambles #dreamnotfound #my analysis #edit: I was gonna post this a few days ago but Stuff happened so am posting it now finally🗣

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gyucore · 3 years

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in the orb

pairing: trapped soul! beomgyu x reader

tags: fluff, angst if you squint, reincarnation au, supernatural au

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: implications of death, light swearing

— you were cleaning your grandmother's attic when you stumble upon an old glass orb that just happened to talk on its own

A cloud of dust scatters around the room after you drop the glass orb on a particularly dusty couch. You've lost it. You've definitely lost it. You're quick to cover your face with your sleeve, fighting back the urge to sneeze. The orb sits still on the couch as it should, a sheet of gray still masking its surface.

This was supposed to be an average weekend. Your grandmother had invited you to her house for some quality time together during your break, and you thought you'd offer to help her clean her mess of an attic, to which she was more than happy to accept. And right now, the sweet old lady was tending to her garden downstairs while you were up here, freaking out.

It's said that people often imagined hearing strange noises when frightened and alone. And you were in a dark and creepy attic at an old person's house. This could just be another case of the common I'm-so-lonely-I'm-starting-to-hear-voices scenario. It's simply wasn't possible for a dusty old orb to start talking when you pick it up. It's just not.

“Hello?” You call out, immediately finding yourself silly for even attempting to communicate with an inanimate object.

The dust in the room eventually settles, and yet still no response. “See, Y/N? You were just hearing things.” That conclusion seemed convincing enough. You felt the need to give yourself a good pat on the shoulder for going along with the sane route.

With that dilemma out of the way, your attention couldn't help but wander back to the large piles of junk occupying nearly every space in the vicinity. One could only hope for your grandmother to clean regularly. “Right, now back to work.”

“What work?”

“Oh, you know. Cleaning.” You answer its question from earlier.

You freeze, eyes wide, a chill running down your spine. There it was again. You weren't sure if you heard it right this time or was just hallucinating, but there was one way to find out.

Silence. You almost called it a day after considering that you were probably just tired and needed some rest.

Half a step outside the door and the voice spoke once more. “Are you still there?”

You pause, brows raised, and back still turned. Somehow, you didn't know if it was safe to face the big ball of dust just yet. “What do you mean? Of course I'm still here. This is my Grandma's house.”

Thank the heavens for modern technology and the invention of smartphones. Speaking of which, you fish for yours in the depths of your pants’ pockets. The voice recorder app should come in handy during times like this. You know, to confirm you're not crazy. With the app on, all you needed to do was have the orb talk again.

“Grandma? Oh! Then you're her grandchild?!”

“Uh, yeah?” The orb apparently knew your grandmother. Strangely enough, that was the least odd tidbit of information you obtained today.

“Her grandchild.. Wow, to think I'm finally meeting you! Or at least your voice?” The orb lets out a giggle and the more you heard it talk, the more human it sounded.

“Sorry, can you excuse me for a minute?”

Never in your life had you thought the day would come where you'd be excusing yourself from a conversation with some sort of decorative object but life has its ways. You were never a stranger to off days anyway.

“Oh, sure, uh, go ahead? I can wait.” The orb swiftly replies. For a second, you could swear something was moving from inside the orb after the light outside the window had hit a clear spot in the crystal.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the room as you dash downstairs, taking your phone out and bringing it closer to your ear, replaying the recording. Sure enough, the voice was caught in the audio loud and clear.

“Holy shit. I'm not crazy.” An exasperated sigh leaves you as you slump back on the wall in disbelief. For a moment, you considered running away and warning your grandma about the cursed object, but part of you was curious enough to disregard the warning signs, and possibly risk your life by going back up there and approaching the thing. You decided to go with the latter.

“Are you back?” The orb asks once you've gotten close enough for it to hear your footsteps.

“Yeah. Just had to do something real quick.”

“I see.”

You wait for the orb to continue but it doesn't. It continues to lie on the couch lifelessly as if it hadn't been speaking to you in the past few minutes.

“Um..” You clear your throat, hoping to get another response

“Oh!" The voice from the orb seemed startled after hearing you talk. “How are you're still there?”

You frown. “Why wouldn't I be?”

“Well for starters, a talking glass orb isn't quite the public friendly concept you'd think it'd be.” It answers. Only now have you noticed that the orb had a particularly low masculine voice. “People don't usually stick around long enough to find out why I can talk in the first place.”

You blink. “Fair point. Though, I don't see the need for you to ask over and over again when I already said I was back.”

The orb chuckles. “You'd be surprised how many times people have reassured me of their presence only to leave halfway. Plus, I can't really see you right now to actually know you're there.”

“You can't see me?”

“The dust.”

“OH.” Not knowing what came over you, you immediately lunged forward and started wiping the orb with one of the dust rags you had lying around. It didn't take long for the thing to clear up and look like its old glorious self again. “How about now?” You ask, inspecting the orb as you hold it up.

“Better.”

It takes everything in you to resist dropping the orb on the floor when a glowing face of a man appears from the inside, smiling brightly at you. “I think I'm gonna pass out.”

The man visibly panics, pressing his face closer to the glass. “Wait no! If you pass out now, I won't have anyone to talk to! I haven't spoken to a single person in decades!”

“But you mentioned my grandma earlier, I thought you—”

“She could never hear me, but I could see and hear her.” The man explains, his voice a little quieter than before.

You bring the orb down, still cupping it in your hands. “How is this possible? Are you a ghost or something? How did you get in there?”

“Wouldn't you like to find out?” He winks, resting his head on his hand. “Take a seat and place me down somewhere soft.”

This seemed ridiculous by all means, but you oblige. The couch should be soft enough, and so you place him down gently while you take a seat on the floor, making yourself comfortable. “You were saying?”

“I—” The man accidentally bumps his head onto the glass as he leans forward, chuckling as he rubs his head gently. “Ow. Sorry. I'm just so happy to finally have someone to talk to. You can't imagine how long it's been. How the world survived without a single soul hearing my heavenly voice for all those years is beyond me.” He cracks a joke and you couldn't help but laugh.

“It's okay.” You say, shifting in your spot. “Go ahead.”

The man nods, the smile slowly fading from his face. “My name is Choi Beomgyu. You can call me whatever you like. I had a friend once, and she was a witch. Oh— not the kind that you hear from stories, no. She was really nice and cared a lot about nature, her friends, and her family. That type of person, you know?”

You nod along, assuring him that you were listening, and he smiles again.

There's just something about his smile that just seemed so happy and endearing. Perhaps it had truly been so long.

“She was this ball of sunshine. And back then I was a pretty different guy. Our personalities might've clashed and we butted heads a few times but somehow we ended up becoming close friends.” A faint smile graces his lips before disappearing as quickly as it came. “But then I got involved with the wrong crowd.”

The statement piques your interest and you draw closer. Beomgyu notices this and tries to talk louder.

“Remember how I said she was a witch unlike the ones in the fairy tales? Well, there were also people who were exactly like those witches. The ones that used their knowledge and abilities for their own nefarious purposes.” Beomgyu continues, his hair slightly covering his face as he looked down. “Let's just say that I got myself in a situation where they ended up hunting me down for my soul.”

“What?”

He frowns. “My friend saw me being chased down the streets one night and helped. We both knew that even when together, we were too weak to go against all of them. They had us cornered in her home, and that's when we knew it was the end for us.”

Beomgyu's voice started to waver as he spoke and you were about to ask him if he was alright, and tell him that it was okay if he didn't continue but the look on his face when your eyes met was enough to tell you that he needed to do this. He must've wanted to talk about this matter for so long, you think.

“She.. pushed me towards her workroom, telling me that she'll keep me safe no matter what. I didn't know what she meant until she cast a spell on me and I passed out. The last thing I heard were her screams. I never found out what happened to her after that, and I can only assume the worst.” He shakes his head, trying to getting himself together in front of his new friend. “Next thing I knew, I was inside her old glass orb. I've been trapped in this thing for years with no escape. No one to talk to— forever regretting how I didn't stop her that time, and regretting getting in the way of those witches in the first place.”

His story nearly brings you to tears, and before you knew it, your hands were reaching out for the orb. “Beomgyu, I..”

“It's alright.” Beomgyu smiles. “In the end, the orb ended up in her younger sister's possessions.”

Your eyes widen. “You mean.. Grandma?”

“That's right.” Beomgyu chuckles. “Though she had never able to see or hear me, unlike you.”

“Oh. That's uh, too bad.” You smile awkwardly, releasing the orb. The two of you sit in silence for a while, both needing a little mental break after that.

Shortly, your attention was brought forth back onto the orb when you hear Beomgyu laugh. You find yourself chuckling along. “Entertained are we, Gyu?”

The laughter stops and his eyes shoot up at you. You hear him mumbling something incoherent before hesitating to speak. “No, no.” Beomgyu shakes his head. “It's just.. It's kinda funny. I'm trapped here repenting for my whole life because of what I've done to her, or thinking about what I could've done.. but you know what? To be completely honest, I was starting to forget what she even looked like. But looking at you now, and hearing your voice..”

The idea popped up in your head and you weren't sure if it was even possible to begin with. But then again, you were talking to a soul inside an orb.

“You were easily granted access to the true nature of the orb, and are the first person to have ever done that without running away.” He kids. “Could it be?”

“I wouldn't count on it.” You tell it to him straight, getting up from your spot on the floor and dusting off your jeans. You knew what he was implying and there was no way that you were even considering yourself to be your great aunt's reincarnation no matter how ridiculous the situation already was. “I'll get back to cleaning. Feel free to talk while I do that.” You tell him before rushing to the other side of the attic, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. You'll figure out what to do with him later.

Beomgyu watches you fondly. You had told him to not even count on the thought of you being the one he's been hoping for all these years but it was too late for that now.

“Entertained are we, Gyu?” Her voice rings in his mind, and he shakes it off.

“How do you always manage to do such amazing things? I'd appreciate it if you'd stop stirring my heart.” Beomgyu's gaze rests upon your busy silhouette, and he smiles in content.

“It's nice meeting you again, Y/N.”

#txt #txt fic #txt imagines #txt x reader #txt fics #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu imagine #beomgyu fic #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu angst #txt au #txt reincarnation au

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sery-chan-13 · 3 years

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Slow Dancing In The Dark

Ok, so... this idea has been in my head for a while. So... yeah. Basically what song you two would dance to in the privacy of your rooms. Most likely in the dark.

Niragi

- Very sweet

- He likes the song, but won't say it

- He really loves the lyrics because he relates them to your guy's situation

- Not like anyone can hear the two of you over their parties.

- It's not even intricate dancing

- Just slowly swaying while his hands hold onto your waist

- Randomly spins you

- honestly, makes you forget everything that's happening

- He loves having you so close to him

- He doesn't want to turn the lights on because he doesn't want you to see his absolutely lovesick face. (Hahaha, it's soft Niragi hours here, leave me alone)

- But just says it's for fun

- You convince him to keep the curtains open at least

"You ever wonder if anyone has seen us doing this?" You whisper, laying your head on his chest. "I doubt it. And if they have, the obviously know better than to say something," he responded, one of his hands holding the back of your head. You sighed happily because in this moment there was no games. There was no fearing for your life. There was no worrying about where the other was. There was only a comfortable silence where unsaid words of love and adoration were heard. Even if they weren't verbally spoken. Words couldn't describe your relief every time he came back. Words couldn't express how he felt, or more so he didn't know how to express how he felt. But it was those unsaid words that were heard the loudest.

Chishiya

- He was very confused with the song at first

- There was a lot going on at the chorus, and it scared him a bit the first time. He'd never admit that though

- I feel like he knows how to do like... waltzes and ballroom dances

- Slowly teaches you if you don't know how to

- Will be nice sometimes and not complain that you stepped on him

- Sometimes is petty and steps on you back

- You always have to guess

- Lights off so that way no one passing by would see that you're up, and won't interrupt

- The only light coming in is the lights from outside

- I mean, he's just glad it isn't a cheesy song

- Or so he thinks

- The only time he acts soft though

- The best talks happen while you two do this

"And now you step that way... good," he instructed, praying you when you did it. You laughed, placing your hand on his shoulder. "You haven't been mean to me all day, what's up with you?" You joked, quickly kissing his cheek. He sighed, taking your arm over your head, and spinning you around. "Would you like me to be mean? Because that can be arranged," he smirked, pulling your body closer to his. You pouted playfully, shaking your head. "It's just... you're never so... nice? Well, to me you're nice... but usually you tease. Is there something wrong?" You questioned, explaining a bit more in depth. He chuckled, shaking his head. "No... well, actually, yes. You. You decided to try and save me in the game earlier. You could've gotten hurt. Or worse, died. Don't be so stupid, you're a very clever girl," he explained, looking away. You frowned, softly placing a hand on his cheek, caressing his face. "I will do what I deem fit for myself. You deserve to live as much as I," you whispered, leaning your forehead on his. He let out a small laugh, swaying with you. The earlier thoughts of his interrupted by your calming presence.

"I'll have you know you've stepped on me at least six time though, my darling."

"Well, that's not really a me problem, is it my love?"

Arisu

-fun jumpy dancing!

-spins you around a lot

- you're both very dizzy

- you've both fallen down to many times for you to not have broken bones

- lights are on, you two already get hurt as it is

- but you convince him to just one lamp

- which works

- loves the song

- he relates it to your relationship

- loves it

- loves you.

- at the end when it's all the 'oh oh oh oh oh' he does the... cross arm spin thing? You know what I talking about right? Oh well, that, a bunch of times

- all around the room you don't stay stationary

- too much energy for that

"This is fun! Do it again do it again!" You laugh, holding onto his hand. He laughs, spinning you once more. "You're so cute," he said, holding onto you. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, holding your face. You smiled, grabbing the hand on your face and kissing his palm. "I love you," you sighed, looking into his eyes. He hoped you could tell there was only pure adoration and love for you. The way you would giggle or laugh everytime brought him to paradise. You really did make everything better. After hard games, or just a day at the Beach, you always made him forget about how the world was. How he wished you two could stay in this moment for eternity, forever in a state of bliss. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but he couldn't help it. In his mind, forever was any time spent with you.

Karube

-he thinks it's very aesthetic pleasing

- the song is a vibe honestly

- you two actually dance around the whole room

- song is on full blast, everyone could probably hear it

- sings the 'I will make you queen of everything you see.' Part to you, and after says it's a promise

- his hands hold onto yours, fingers interlocking,

- whispers sweet things into your ear when you're close to him

- giggly, laughing, and fun.

- The lights are off cause he doesn't give a fuck

- he can see perfectly fine. There's light coming in through the windows, he says.

"And we.. spin!" He laughed, spinning you, while holding onto your hand. You giggled, getting pulled back into him. "Karu, careful!" You scolded, holding onto him. "What?" "I almost stubbed my toe!" Others would be trying to have a romantic moment, but you two were more about having fun in the moment, being romantic later. Through laughter and sweet words, you somehow managed to not fall. Every word that wanted to be said was falling out, even if it wasn't meant to be said out loud. It's just the effect you two had on each other. Feeling free in the moment, and making memories to last a lifetime.

Chota

- He adores the song

- It's soft, it's sweet

- Loves it

- Soft but energetic swaying

- he doesn't know where to put his hands, so won't put them anywhere he doesn't know you're comfortable with

- Likes it when you lean your head on his chest, because he feels like he's protecting you from the negative vibes

- Best boy

- You somehow convince him to keep all the lights off

- how?

- no one will ever know

- but you did, so bravo!

"Watch out for the chair baby," you warned softly, snuggling your face further into his chest. You heard him hum in acknowledgement, and smiled. You could tell he was tired, but anytime you had suggested to go to bed, he would tell you you were worth staying up for. He really was too sweet. You swayed softly to music as he held you close to him. Even after the song ends you stay that way, holding each other as if the word would end if you let go. As much as you protected him, he loved feeling like he was protecting you. He loved that you felt safe with him.

Last Boss

- Did he chose it?

- No.

- He thinks it's kind of sad in a way

- But the more he listens to the lyrics, the more he loves it

- While you two are dancing he analyzes the lyrics

- And talks to you about them

- He likes that you're actually listening and partaking in the conversation

- Slow swaying, his hands hug around your waist, and his head is in the crook of your neck

- Whisper talking as you sway in place

- lights are off

- He's attentive and makes sure you don't get hurt

- He likes being wrapped up in your arms

- And will admit it

- Fuck hiding your feelings from your partner

"I like the part where she says 'and we'll never go home again', because... what if we don't go home Samu?" You whispered, gripping onto his back. "We will... eventually," he whispered back, drawing soft circles into your back. It was quiet for a bit more before you spoke again, "...What if I don't want to go home again? What if I wanna... what if I want to stay here? With you?" You didn't hear an answer, and sighed softly. He didn't know what to say. "I think... I think I'd like that more... than going back," he said. You smiled, continuing on. It was never boring to be with him as he always seemed to know what to say. His thoughts were interesting, and you always thought you were so lucky to be able to hear them. Even as you swayed softly in the dark room, the quiet whispers of random thoughts spilled out. The music from the parties going on seemed to be drowned out by everything happening in your shared bedroom. And even the moments of silence were filled with loud actions of adoration.

#alice in borderland #niragi #chishiya #arisu #fluff #×reader #spotify #i want to do this with someone #someday i will :')

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC (Female and Male POV)

Word Count: approx 3.3k

Warnings: swearing, smut,

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 19

Part 20 Final Chapter

Liam and I took it easy for the next couple of days. We spent some time with Perrin and Cole, taking them for walks and making sure they were getting along.

We watched Inglourious Basterds in Liam's theatre room, which was amazing. It was like being in an actual movie theatre. The dimmed lights and sound system made the experience great. Liam cooked me dinner. We even played Scrabble a few times. We were pretty evenly matched, so the games were competitive. We worked out. We fucked. We made love.

On Saturday morning, I woke with a sore neck. I prayed it was just a strained muscle from working out but the stress I was under during the week tended to catch up with me on a Saturday. By about 4 pm, the left side of my head started pounding, and my eyes became sensitive to light. Every sound in the house felt like screaming in my ears, and I wanted to throw up. I would have cried if I didn't already know how much worse it would make it my migraine.

I told Liam I had to go to bed. Even though my migraines were terrible, I was lucky I could usually treat them with some codeine and a few hours of sleep. They rarely last more than six hours. Liam was lovely about it. He insisted on helping me get changed for bed, and he even went and got me a cold washcloth for my head. He laid in bed with me until I fell asleep.

I woke up around 11 pm feeling groggy, but the migraine had gone. I got out of bed and went looking for Liam.

I found him asleep on the lounge under a blanket downstairs. It looked like he had planned to sleep there all night. Perrin was curled up on the blanket between Liam's legs, and Cole laid on the floor in front of the couch. Cole looked up when I came in, rubbing himself against my legs like a cat and nudging my hand for a pat. Perrin's ears came up, and his tail wagged but didn't move. Lazy old Dog.

I knelt in the spot Cole had been. Liam looked so much younger asleep, almost like a boy, since he had started shaving. Apparently, his character is clean-shaven a lot of the time, so he will be switching between being shaved and unshaved depending on filming. I didn't want to startle him, so I ran my fingers through his hair until he started to wake. Liam stretched a bit before opening his eyes, and he looked so cute doing so I almost pinched his cheeks. Perrin finally got up, realising his warm spot was compromised.

"Hey, Sweetheart," he said and looking at his watch. "Are you ok? do you need anything?"

I smiled at him and shook my head. "Just you," I said.

Liam smiled one of his full Hollywood smiles. He takes my breath away when he does that. "How's your head?"

"I haven't had any complaints," I said, winking. I think I've watched Drag Race too many times.

Liam chuckled and shook his head at me. "And you certainly won't get any from me." He said, getting up. Kissing my forehead, he said, "I'm glad you're feeling better."

I took his hand and pulled him towards the elevator. Like the gentleman he is, he pretended I was able to pull him.

We get in bed, Liam on his back and me with my head on his chest. He stroked my hair, trying to lull me to sleep. I always find it difficult to sleep at night if I have a nap in the afternoon. I was content to breathe my calming breaths and not worry about forcing the sleep I knew would eventually come.

Since sleep was alluding me, I asked Liam, "are you nervous about tomorrow?"

"Meeting your family?" I nodded. He shrugged, "a little. It's been a while since I've been introduced to the family. A couple of years, actually. But I'm mostly looking forward to it." He gave me a quick kiss. "What about you?"

"After Thursday, I don't know if I'll be nervous about anything again." Liam chuckled. "I'm a little concerned about my mum. But I'm excited about you meeting the kids. I wonder if they will recognise you."

"Sometimes, kids do. Other times they say that's not him. He doesn't have a cape." I chuckled. Liam didn't speak for a while, so I tried letting Liam's breaths rock me to sleep. Then he spoke again, "Do you want kids?"

"You know, I do," I replied. We had spoken about it when we first started talking. Not wanting kids had been a deal-breaker for both of us. It was one of the first questions he had asked once we had gotten past the superficial talk. I looked at him, puzzled. "Why?"

"When you first told me about your contraception, I thought with my dick, so naturally, I was excited about not having to wear a condom." Liam's lip twitched, "Having said that, I wouldn't mind seeing you put a condom on me again." I rolled my eyes and indicated he should keep talking. "But then I thought you got that thing put in when you were still with Andy. If it's none of my business, that's fine. I had just been thinking about it, is all."

"You're wondering why I would use such a long-lasting contraception when I was married and wanted kids."

He nodded. "That sums it up."

"Well, several reasons. I had to replace the one I had. It had expired. Second, I have Poly-Cystic Ovarian Syndrome, and one symptom is very irregular periods. I was always scared I was pregnant. I could go months without a period, and when I did, they were hell. I would get migraines for weeks, mood swings from being happy to almost suicidal throughout my cycle. When the period came, there was bad cramping and back pain, joint pain, fatigue. So, I had my first implant when I was 20."

"That sound's awful, Sweetheart."

"Yup. I got the last one put in instead of trying for kids because I was 26. Yes, Andy and I wanted kids, but we wanted to wait a few more years, pay more off the house, grow up a bit." Liam nodded.

I was surprised that talking to him about Andy in such intimate detail didn't make me start crying. I still felt sad and missed him, but it was different now. There was a fondness to the thoughts rather than the fear and guilt that would usually arise. Anthea had been right. I had to talk with Andy and be honest with him about how I felt. As if verbalising how I felt to Andy, wherever he was in the universe, eased the guilt I was feeling. It made me realise that it wasn't wrong or selfish to seek love again. It was what made life special, sharing your life with someone else.

Liam was looking with furrowed brows. "Are you ok?" He asked.

I wondered if I should tell him what I was thinking. Would he be interested? Would it be weird for him to hear about Andy? In some ways, Andy had always been the elephant in the room. He was mentioned in passing, but other than last Friday, I hadn't told him anything meaningful about him or how I felt. He had been right when we argued, Andy was a shadow that loomed over the relationship, and that was my fault. I decided to be honest.

"Yeah, I am." I gave him a half-smile and said, "I spoke to Anthea, my mother-in-law, on Tuesday." Liam's face was unreadable. Too late to stop now. I kept going. "I wanted her to hear from me that we were dating before it was official. It turns out she already knew. She was cool about it, happy for me. I was surprised by her response, and I thought she would think it was a betrayal. But she said I should talk to Andy, and I would feel better."

Liam still wasn't showing me what he was thinking. His face was stoic. I thought again, I should stop. "Keep going," he said, his voice not much louder than a whisper.

"So I visited Andy and told him about how I was feeling. I told him about you and how I felt about you. It seemed to work like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I felt free."

Liam was quiet for a while. I could almost see him arranging his thoughts. After a while, he said, "it seems the only one who makes you feel guilty is you."

"I think that was true, but not anymore," I said. "Are you upset I told you that? Is it... I don't know... tmi?"

Liam gave me a half-smile, "no, Lana. I'm glad you told me. I'm glad you did that. Not just for me, but for you."

"Then why were you looking at me like that?"

Liam's smile was full now. "Because I thought you were going to break my heart. Instead, you told me something private and because you wanted to. Not because I forced you or put you in a position where you had no choice. It makes me believe you may care about me as much as I care about you."

I cupped his face in my hands and looked deeply into his eyes, so he knows what I'm saying is true. "Liam, I do care about you. I don't think anyone else could have opened my heart. I was ready to go the rest of my life alone. If it weren't for you, I would never have taken those final steps to move on. For being the catalyst I needed, I will always be thankful for you and care about you."

Liam POV

Lana held my face in her hands. Her green eyes shined in the dim light of my bedroom as she spoke to me. "Liam, I do care about you. I don't think anyone else could have opened my heart. I was ready to go the rest of my life alone. If it weren't for you, I would never have taken those final steps to move on. For being the catalyst I needed, I will always be thankful for you and care about you."

My heart stopped a moment before it started to thunder in my chest. Lana so rarely bared her soul to me. She dropped hints sometimes, said little things to make me believe she could love me. But too often she was closed off when things get too intimate or too real.

She had changed so much since I first spoke to her, yet somehow she was still the same. She was kind and generous. I picked up on that early. That she was so funny and witty was something that she was slow to reveal but was a joy to watch. Watching her start to open her soul to me was beautiful. To see her courage and strength as she pushed through her grief was inspiring. That she saw enough in me to want to go through all she went through was humbling.

I loved her. I was desperate to tell her. I almost told her so many times. But my fear kept me from saying it. I didn't want to scare her off. I knew now she has to set the pace. She will be ready when she's ready and I will be there when she is.

Lana kissed me, and my body lit up. Her lips were like a match igniting a fire that travelled through my whole body. I instantly grew hard and needed her. I kissed her back, my tongue licking at her lips, urging her to open for me. When she did, I was lost, and all control left me. I needed to be in her.

My tongue entered her mouth, and her taste reminded me of apples and honey. She tasted so sweet to me. I wanted to taste her everywhere. I rolled her onto her back, reminding myself not to throw her around too roughly. She could take a lot of punishment, but I was still careful.

I sought Lana with my hands, pulling off the underwear that separated me from her. I put my hand between her legs, and my fingers parted her. I groaned when I felt how wet she was already, and I had to taste her. I moved between her legs as she opened them wide for me.

I put two fingers inside her, and my cock ached. "You're so warm, Lana," I told her, and she moaned, arching her back, her hips moving as I fucked her with my fingers. She was so responsive to my touch, and I loved watching her every movement. Her body moved in the most spectacular ways, writhing and seeking her pleasure.

I couldn't wait any longer for a taste, so leaving my fingers inside her, I let my tongue find her clit. When her taste hit my tongue, I hummed with delight. Lana's fingers slid into my hair as she pushed me into her and her hips rocked as she grinds herself on my tongue. God, she was so sexy. I wanted to stay here forever, watching her and listening to her moan. I ran my hand up her hips to her tiny waist. Feeling her hips under her soft skin was so erotic. I needed to fuck her, but she needed this first.

Lana started panting, her moans became short cries as she exhaled and I knew she didn't have long. I felt her walls close in on my fingers as she started to cry out my name, begging me not to stop. As if I would deny her this. As if I would deny her anything.

When Lana came, she was beautiful. Her eyes closed hard, her body convulsed, and her thighs trembled. Then she did this thing where she throws her head forward, and her body almost curls into a ball, and I know she's finished. Even when she's standing up she does it, I almost dropped her the first time. It's the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen.

I lapped at her one more time, taking one last taste. She shuddered and tried to close her legs, giggling. She smiled at me, and my heart melted, but my cock was in pain. I needed to have her.

I kissed her, and she licked at me, tasting herself. She drives me wild when she does that. I felt like an animal, my careful control was gone, and I pushed my cock into her. She was so wet and tight, her body moulded around my cock, taking me all in, holding me so tight I almost came.

"Fuck," I swore into her mouth. Lana bit at my lip, playful, but I knew what that meant. She wanted me, and she didn't want me to be gentle.

I wasn't gentle. There was no way I could be. She had me too worked up, and all I wanted was to own her and claim her as mine forever. I started to thrust into her, her tits bouncing as she takes all I give her. Her lips were parted, and her cheeks were red. Her hair looked like a halo of fire on the sheets. Its vibrance thrilled me. I pushed my self off her and watched as my cock pumped into her. Seeing her stretched around me, I felt my orgasm rise again. Not yet. I wasn't done with her yet. I slowed down.

"Liam," She whispered my name, and there was no stopping it. My body took on a mind of its own, driving itself to release. She cried my name again as I felt my seed rise into me, and ecstasy flowed through me as it pumped into her.

I fell on my side next to Lana and took deep breaths. She gave a hum of contentment and I pulled her into me, hugging her tightly and I felt the surge of love again. She was so beautiful and sweet but so fucking sexy. She made me feel drunk. Even moments after orgasming, I wanted her again. I put my face into her hair, smelling her sweet pomegranate shampoo. Lana hugged me back as she played with my chest hair, and I smiled, she loved to touch me there, and it felt so good when she did.

My mind wandered as she caressed me with her pretty little hands and pink fingernails. The first time she had touched my chest, she had seemed so hesitant and unsure, even looking at me for permission. It had been such a turn-on.

It had been so hard not to fuck her that first night. I did try and seduce her. I knew what effect I had on women. It's hard not to know when you're famous and have women hitting on you all the time. I think I could have, there were a few times there where if I had played my cards right she would have let me. But knowing what I know now, I'm happy I didn't. I'm sure she would have run, and I would never have seen her again.

When she did let me, she had knocked me for six when she bit me. It was almost out of nowhere, and the way she opened up to me after about her desires was amazing. We still had so much to explore, only just getting to know each other sexually. I could tell she was getting more comfortable with it. She was probably going to teach me a thing or two. That thing she did with the condom, I think I almost told her I loved her then. I chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?" Lana asked. Her accent made it sound like she said, "whadcha laughn at?" I don't know why, but her accent excited me, especially when she swore at me. Her mouth was filthy. Maybe it was the combination of her outward elegance and her potty mouth that I liked. It was such an exciting combination.

"Nothing, Sweetheart." I kissed her long neck gently and held her. She seemed to accept it and squeezed me into her.

"I love you, Lana," I said, and my heart stopped. She froze. I don't even think she was breathing. My blood was like ice as my heart started to beat again. Oh, God, I fucked up. I'm going to lose her this time. I wanted to take it back. I was such a fool. Fuck.

Then Lana found my mouth and kissed me. The warmth that spread through my body was such a relief. Her kiss held such sweetness and passion. It was the promise that I needed. She wasn't mad. She wasn't going to run away. I held her close and kissed her back. She didn't have to say it for me to know that she loved me too.

End.

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Last Night of Freedom

Chapter 12 - Together - Adam & Ellie.

A/N: This chapter I wrote at 2 AM this morning my little one had a bad night but I’m glad I wrote this. I hope it makes sense I hope I got all the mistake. I didn’t plan this chapter it just kinda happened. There are quite a few of my own stories in this chapter but I won’t give away what! I hope you laugh as much as I did! I hope you like it! 😘

I am only tagging those who have asked to be tagged in this series from now on as I don’t want to annoying people with tags. So Let me know if you would like to be tagged or untagged and if I missed anyone sorry just let me know!

Find previous chapters HERE under Together - Adam & Ellie.

Word count: 1676

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Fluffy fluff, Talk of male and female body parts & Mild NSFW

Pairings: Adam x Ellie.

Enjoy!

3 Months later.

I found my wedding dress, now I know what brides mean when they say once they find THE DRESS they know! You really do know! It's now 5 months before the wedding, and we decided to do the Hen and Stag do's now because Nina can't take anymore holiday off until the wedding.

We pull up to mum's club, Nina, Elaine, Amy and Kerry have already gone through 4 bottles of Prosecco in the limo ride over here, but we did get stuck in traffic thanks to road works.

"Ready for your last night of freedom El's?" Tom asks.

"Why do people say that? It's not like once you're married you're locked away forever, never to be seen again?"

"OK, I was just asking!" he pulls an awkward face.

I shove him "I know, I'm messing with ya! Looks like we are here finally"

We pile out of the limo and into mum's club "Ellie!! Ready for your big night?"

I roll my eye "Yeah, because I always wanted L plates on my chest and in my hair!"

"Don't forget the tutu and feather boa, El's" Tom laughs.

"Right, because how could I forget them, they are bright pink!" I laugh.

"I really don't get the whole L plate thing? She knows how to drive I thought?" Elaine looks confused.

"Well, she must do she's already taken Adam out for a test drive!" Amy winks.

"Oi, you! Stop it! I won't have my husband spoken about like that!" I giggle.

"Who wants cocktails?" Mum asks.

"Mum, Nina loves a blue lagoon. Don't you Nina?"

She gags but laughs.

"El's you choose!" Mum says.

"Nah, I can't drink too much I've only expressed enough for 3 days..."

"Argh, El's can we not talk about your tits please" Tom protests.

I laugh, "Mum, make these guys anything I'll just stick with soft drinks and a couple of Prosecco's"

~*~*~*~

Yup that didn't go to plan.....I'm currently struggling to get a jelly shot out of plastic shot glass and I have Nina shouting "SUCK IT" at me...that's not something you hear your mother in-law shout at you everyday.

I finally got it out "I did it!" I shout!

"El's, here!" Tom passes me something green in a shot glass.

"Tom, I can't..."

"Oh, come on El's 1 more! It's only Apple Sourz. We all have one!" Tom pleads.

"Actually, I think I'm with Ellie on this one" Elaine says. So, Tom reaches to take the shot glass off her, but she turns away, so he can't as she takes tiny sips.

I laugh, "Fine! But no more after this!"

He winks "Pinky promise," he hands one to Nina who has just come back from the toilets.

"Ewww, who got Hulk to piss in a cup!" Nina looks at the shot glass in horror!

We knock back the Sourz "Oh, that was actually quite nice! Can I get a pint of that?" Nina asks.

A little while later I'm at the bar with Elaine, "How do you feel about having the same penis forever?"

I choke on my water "Excuse me? Elaine you did not just say that!"

"I..."

I feel a tap on my shoulder I turn expecting to see one of the other Hen's but I'm greeted by a man with jet black hair and a toothy smile "Last night of freedom ay? Your husband to be is a lucky man. Can I buy you a drink?" he winks as he looks me up and down.

I roll my eyes! There's that saying AGAIN! "Actually, no I'm already married and no I wouldn't like a drink thank you and also you aren't my Adam, so I will not be wasting my last night of freedom with anyone other than my Adam thank you" I usher Elaine away and we join Nina and Mum

"The nerve of that guy" Elaine hisses "Anyway Ellie...hiccup you didn't answer my question!"

"Huh?" I ask her.

"How do you feel about having the same penis forever?" she asks.

"MUM!!!" a tipsy Nina laughs "She clearly enjoys my Adam's pen...."

"OK!! Can we stop talking about my husbands genitals, please?!" I shout.

"Genitals? Who's talking about genitals and why wasn't I invited to this conversation?" Tom asks as he joins us.

"No one was!" I hiss.

"Well, actually we were talking about Adam's..." Nina laughs.

"Argh, OK maybe I don't want to be a part of this conversation" Tom says.

"Well, El's you were the one that brought up the word genitals.." Mum chimes.

"Yes, because I didn't want to say the word..."

"Penis?!" Elaine cuts me off.

Tom Howls.

"Yes!" I shook my head.

"So, Ellie...." Elaine says.

I give in and answer her question "Yes, Ellie I would like to have Adam's same penis forever!"

"Well, it's clear you enjoy it! Mel and I have seen and heard proof of it" Nina laughs.

"She sits on it enough" Tom jokes.

"Yeah, and you aren't the only ones that have heard and seen it!" Elaine chips in.

I look at her in shock "What? When?"

She blushes as she takes a sip of her drink "It was just after you moved in together...you hadn't got the curtains for the living room yet. I was upstairs in my bedroom about to close my curtains..well, obviously you guys are opposite and you did have that hedge but I could see into your living room from there. Adam was in his boxers dancing on your lap I turned away as soon as I realized what he was doing. I phoned him to tell him that you two could be seen. He answered, but I think he did it by mistakes as all I heard was moaning. I think you may have given the whole street a show"

Oh god that was the night he gave me a strip tease,and we burst one of the blow up sofas.

"Oh, El's you exhibitionist!" Tom chuckles.

"I'm not! I didn't know!" I hiss at him.

"Nothing wrong with being an exhibitionist. The times me and your dad got caught in Bella!" she laughs.

"Wait...Bella? My car Bella?" I ask, hoping she means a different Bella.

She laughs, "El's, she was your dad's car first! We did clean the seats, bonnet and the boot. Like you haven't done it in that car!"

I gag at the thought of my parents having sex in my car "No! Actually, I haven't"

"But you and Adam christened your new car!" Tom winks.

"TOM!" I shoot at him.

"What? You never said I had to keep it a secret!" he laughs.

"I remember Al and I getting caught once. It was on his Nan's sofa, they came back from their holiday early. We were living with them at the time I think I fell pregnant with Adam on that sofa...Not that time, another" Nina tells us.

I look to Tom for help "El's lets go and see Amy and Kerry," he pulls me with him.

"Thank you!" I kiss his cheek.

"That's what big brothers are for," he smiles.

~*~*~*

It's nearly 2:30 AM when I sneak in, I get to the top of the stairs and our bedroom light is on. I quietly open the door just incase Adam has Charlie in there.

When I get through the door, it's just Adam with the TV on, he smiles when he spots me "There's my beautiful already wife! Did you have a good night?"

"What are you still doing up?" I ask.

"I can't sleep without you," he winks.

I flop on to the bed "Aww, you fluff ball. Has Charlie been OK?" I ask.

"As good as gold! He went down in his cot at 7 PM and woke for a feed at 11 PM" he smirks.

"I have a confession to make" I give him my best pout.

He smirks " What have you done?"

I bite my lip "I kinda had more to drink than I planned too"

He chuckles "Is that it?"

"I wasn't supposed to have that much, but then there were shots and jelly shots and your mum was shouting at me to suck it..."

He looks confused "Wait? What?" he's laughing.

"I couldn't get the jelly shot out the plastic shot glass so she started shouting suck it at me" I laugh.

"God! What else happened?" he asks.

"Nan kept asking how I felt about having the same penis forever, then I found out my parents christened every part of Bella and did you know you were conceived on your dad's parents' sofa? Wait, that's not the best part Nan saw your strip tease and heard the after show. Also, some guy tried to buy me a drink but I told him I only wanted my Adam"

He looks half shocked and half amused "First question first what was your answer?"

"To the penis question? Yes, I am very happy to only have yours" I blush.

"Second question, how did parent sex even come up?" he asks.

"This was after Nan had explained she saw us from her bedroom window after we moved, then you pressed accept instead of decline when she phoned you and she heard us"

"Last question, your Adam?" he smirks as he pulls me on top of him, so I'm straddling him.

"Yes, my Adam" I wink "I bet on your stag do, you'll have all the girls falling at your feet"

He chuckles "They can fall all they want there is only one woman that gets my heart racing and my dick pulsing! She is the mother to my child, my beautiful wife and my sassenach!" he smirks.

Pulling me tightly to him, claiming my lips before rolling us, so he's on top "Adam, Charlie will wake up soon!" I giggle as he trails kisses from my lips to my chest.

"We better be quick then," he whispers against my inner thigh.

"Fuck!"

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He pulls down my skirt with my underwear and continue his trail up to my core...

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 13.

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Suspirium (Pt.11)

Pairing: Prof!Sam x Reader

Summary: You’re in your last year of your Classics and Mordern Languages studies and you’re majoring in Latin and English. Then you get assigned to a different Latin teacher. And damn, he loves his subject. Too bad that he’s also hot. What is just a childish crush soon develops into something way more complicated.

Word Count: 1,656

Warnings: Fluff

Author’s Note: Here we go. You get to know Adam and you finally get to sort things out with Sam.

Like always, my tag lists for Sam (thereby also for this story) are OPEN

Or you catch up here: Suspirium - Masterlist

Sam's behavior had discouraged you. Of course you hadn't been so naive and had expected leaps of joy, but that cold shoulder hurt more than it should have. You'd kissed a few times, so what? Why did your heart make such a drama out of it. Besides, you had given him a chance. Actually, it was up to you to give him the cold shoulder. After all, you hadn't gone to dinner with someone else just after you kissed your student! A doubting voice in your head tried to convince you that he had the right to do so, after all you were not a couple, but you ignored it, and banished it to the dark corner of your mind from which it had emerged. Of course you should have let him explain himself, but it was understandable that you had been overwhelmed in this situation. Bitterly you thought that you would have experience in dealing with this situation next time. After all, you had tried to make up for your mistake, but he had not accepted your offer. Now it was his decision how to proceed.

You couldn't remember what you had done in the last few days, because everything was blurred to an inconsistent mush of bright colors. It was as if the rest of the world was moving faster than you. Adam had texted you again and you could no longer ignore his messages.

You had just come from Sam's lecture and frustration and anger were rumbling in your stomach, and when Adam's message arrived, you couldn't take it anymore. You quickly dialed his number. He picked up after a few seconds. "Oh, hey Y/N, how are you, darl-" "Save it, Adam." You snapped. "What do you want?" "Straight forward like always, I miss that, you know? "Oh, don't get too emotional. That never suited you. It always seemed pretended." "Touché, sweetheart. You rolled your eyes at his old pet name for you "Don't sweetheart me, Adam. Spill it, what do you want?" "This is about the company and it's serious. You should come home to discuss this." "I am home." "I'm serious. You should come back home, your true home, England. You were stubborn long enough now. We got your message! Now it's time to grow up and come home! You can't run away forever, at some point your duties will catch up with you again. That time has arrived now." He said in a calm voice, almost as if he were talking to a stubborn child. It made you incredibly angry. "I'm about to get my PhD in English and Latin, you twat. I haven't got time for funny businesses in England!" You were so angry that your British accent, which you'd been hiding for so long, suddenly slipped back between your words. You hadn't spoken with an accent for almost five years. "Latin." Snorted Adam. "You've always hung on to your fantasies," he sighed. "If you had been a little more understanding of my fantasies, which, by the way, are also called dreams, in four years, our relationship might not have ended. But I always came after my father in your life." He laughed cheerlessly. "I don't enjoy this any more than you do, Y/N. But your father asked me to call you." You snorted. "Of course he did." I snorted. "And you don't want to disappoint the big man. You're still a good little lapdog, huh?" You were so angry you bit your lip too hard and tasted blood. You had angry tears in your eyes, but you didn't want to be exposed. "Do you really think I'm coming back to England? What makes you think I'm coming back home? I would give anything never to hear from you or my father again. Let alone set foot on the ground of this country." "It's an important meeting that concerns the future of the company. And you are the future of this company, so please be reasonable, even though I know how hard this is for you." You were about to explode.

Silently the hot tears ran down your cheeks. Just the thought of your messed up family, driven by money and the future made your stomach twist. "I won't attend that bloody meeting. I know I am the future of this bloody company but I don't want to be its future! Stop threatening me or I'll get you fired, Adam. Trust me, we both know I won't hesitate." He laughed bitterly. "I know. But it's your father's orders, and he knows his daughter. And I know him." "Oh yeah? Tell him the next time he wants something from me, he can fucking call me himself. Or better yet, tell him not to call me at all." "He's as stubborn as you are and he won't let up." "Well, then, come and drag me over the ocean! Good evening, Adam!" With those words you hung up.

Your legs were wobbly and you felt sick, so you had to brace yourself against the wall and finally sat down on the stairs. With your hands, you massaged your temples while conjuring up your tears. Angrily you wiped them aside. Suddenly you heard a voice next to you. "Is everything all right?" A pair of worried hazel eyes looked at you. The voice sent a shiver down your spine. What's he doing here now? For days he didn't even look at you, and now suddenly he came? It couldn't have been worse timing. "It's all right. Don't worry about it. Aren't you going to be late for some lecture?" you asked, hoping to get rid of him, but Sam saw right through you. "You're not well." It wasn't a question, so you kept quiet.

He reached out his hand to you. "Come on." You looked at him in surprise. He gave you a shy smile, almost like when you first met him. He had heard the whole conversation from the beginning. Actually, he hadn't wanted to listen, but your sudden British accent and the tension in your voice had made him stop dead in his tracks.

"I'll take you home," he explained, his eyes glistening softly. His hand was much bigger than yours, as soon as you obeyed his request. It was warm and firm. " Don't you have a lecture to give?" you asked. He shrugged his shoulders and snorted. "It's not as if the students would mind having one less lecture." A grin played around his lips and for a brief moment everything went back to normal. Then reality caught up with you. "No, Sam. You can't skip the lecture. You haven't talked to me in days, and now all of a sudden you want to skip a lecture for me? You can't skip the lecture." It was hard for you, but you forced yourself to be reasonable. Luckily, Sam wouldn't let you go, so you overturned your decision soon enough.

"Come on." he muttered. Together you walked out onto the parking lot where you let go of Sam's hand, almost as if you'd been burned. He gave you a look and you felt regret because that's the way it would always be. You couldn't be seen with each other.

Unnoticed, you made it to your house and you unlocked the door to your apartment. Sam came up behind you as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You did not ask any further questions when he closed the door behind him and took the shoes off his feet. Around him, your apartment seemed even smaller. He seemed like a foreign body that didn't fit into the picture. He was too tall. You hung up your stuff and brushed a strand of hair from your forehead.

"Would you like something to drink?" you asked while Sam sat down on your sofa and looked around. He looked out of place and had to fold up to fit on the couch. His gaze wandered across the room as if he were trying to find something. Pictures or something that connected you to this apartment. But you knew he wouldn't find anything. You put up pictures of people you loved or cared about and wanted to see every day. Not people you wanted to banish from your life and forget. The latter was true of your family. Brooks had once asked you about your family. The silence had been enough response. Sam frowned when he realized there were no pictures.

You placed a glass of water in front of Sam and sat across from him. Immediately you grabbed a pillow and pressed it against your stomach like a shield. Sam sipped his water while his eyes still glided across the room. "I think we should talk." he muttered after he put the glass down. You nodded. "That was Cassie on Monday. She is Dean's fiancee. Well, she was his girlfriend at the time. I had to cover for Dean so he could buy her a ring. I didn't tell you because I found out on short notice. I didn't know you worked at that restaurant or--" "Or you would have just gone to another one without telling me?" you asked bitterly. Sam looked at you firmly and shook his head. "No, otherwise I would have gone to another restaurant and told you everything afterwards, just as I had planned. Which I had also tried! But you didn't give me a chance to explain myself. I was angry because you really thought I was capable of doing something like that." "Well, I'm sorry if I'm not completely rational when I see the man I love with a strange woman!" you defended yourself. You weren't aware of what you were saying until you noticed Sam's silence. You slapped your hands over your mouth. "I - oh, God, Sam - I-I-" "Me too," he said quietly. "Huh? Me what?" He smiled softly. "I love you too."

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marvxlousqueen · 5 years

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Warren Worthington- Juliet

requested by anon: hi! I'm the girl from the human story and I read yours, and it's just, amazing! I've been thinking in something to ask and I was watching Romeo+Juliet (that one w DiCaprio) and the idea came: one story where the reader is playing Juliet in the school play and Warren can't forget her and try to find her

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warnings: written at midnight and not proofread lmaoooo

someone pls send me rare warren gifs and i will love you forever

A/N: sorry i didn’t write for a few days :( been super busy! also pls dont roast me i haven't read romeo and juliet since freshman year so it’s been a MINUTE, also i didnt know how to end this lmao

Warren felt as though his arm was about to be ripped out of his socket as Jubilee pulled him down the hallway.

“Jubilee- no, stop! I don’t want to sit in the stupid theater for two hours watching some stupid play.”

She continued to drag him along, “Too bad. I got two tickets and no one else can go, so suck it up bird boy.”

The pair finally reached the auditorium, handing over the tickets to the girl guarding the door.

“Why do we have to pay to see our school play? It’s so stupid.”

Jubilee rolled her eyes, leading the way to their seats.

“You think everything is stupid. Besides, I don’t care, I just want to see my friend on stage!”

Warren followed her into one of the rows near the front, a perfect view of the stage.

“Your friend is in this? Who?”

Jubilee sat down, pulling on leg over the other. “(Y/n). She’s new, just enrolled a few months ago.”

“How do I not know her?”

“She’s a grade below us and she’s been pretty busy with this.”

Jubilee gestured to the stage, taking in all the pretty props and backdrops.

“She’s got a big role or something?”

Warren craned his neck, trying to see behind the curtains on the sides, looking for this mystery girl.

“She plays Juliet! She’s so good! God, I love her- you’ll love her too, she’s amazing.”

Warren laughed a little at that. He wasn’t the kind of guy to fall for a theater nerd. He put his feet up on the chair in front of him, leaning back until the show started.

After a few minutes, the lights began to dim. Warren was staring off into a daze until he felt Jubilee hit him.

“Pay attention!”

He groaned, sitting up straight, feet planted on the floor.

The light on the stage shone, as a narrator introduced the two families of the production: The Capulets and the Montagues. On each side of the stage stood a different family.

Warren noticed how bright the light shone on a certain girl standing with the Capulets, making her hair almost glow and her eyes shine bright. He wanted to know more, hoping that was Juliet, but she was ushered off stage as the scene changed, leaving Warren frustrated.

He stays focused on the play, ears actually listening to each line and trying to make sense of the old timey talk as best he could. Eventually Warren saw her again, her long dress looking beautiful as it hung off her body.

Juliet.

Lady Capulet launched into her monologue, “What say you? Can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast. Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face.”

Warren had tuned out the Lady speaking, focusing on (Y/n). She was captivating, even while only brushing her hair, listening to her co-star recite lines.

Suddenly (Y/n) stood from her chair, “I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye. Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.”

Warren couldn’t understand her words. He poked Jubilee in the ribs.

“What did she say?”

“She basically said she’ll give Paris, her suitor, a chance, but if she doesn’t like him than she won’t look into him more.”

He nodded, turning back to the stage, watching as the scene shifted to the feast of the Capulets.

Romeo and his boys entered the party, dressed in costumes to hide themselves.

Warren hated how close Romeo got to (Y/n), hands touching, speaking lines of love.

This is stupid. No one falls in love that fast, he thought, his inner voice laced with jealousy.

The play progressed into Act 2, showing more scenes of Romeo and Juliet. Warren started to feels antsy, realizing that the way Romeo fell so quickly for Juliet, wasn’t very far off from how he was dreaming about (Y/n).

He felt his face heat up as he discovered he actually had very strong feelings for a girl he had never spoken to. Somehow, just in the way she acted and presented herself on stage, Warren had managed to fall for her. Fall hard.

His blush only burned harder as Romeo and Juliet shared a passionate kiss after being wed by Friar Lawrence.

“This is a school play! They shouldn’t be doing that,” he whisper-yelled to Jubilee.

“Shh!”

She seemed to be enjoying the show as well, no doubt proud of her friend for being so talented.

Before Act 3 started, the narrator returned, summing up the past events quickly, giving the actors a break. The new act flew by, the only memorable part to Warren, being the emotional spat (Y/n) Juliet had with her parents over not wanting to marry Paris.

Following Act 3 was a brief intermission. Jubilee stood up, wanting to buy snacks from the concession stand outside the theater.

“You coming with? Snacks are on me, since I’m the one who dragged you here.”

Warren nodded, hopping out of his seat, following Jubilee to the stand. They stood in line, giving Warren the perfect time to ask about (Y/n).

“So.. (Y/n)’s a mutant.”

Jubilee looked at him, nodding slowly, “Yeah, why else would she be at this school?”

He shrugged, moving onto a different question. “What’s her mutation?”

“Something with ice, I think.”

“That’s cool. Is she dating the guy who plays Romeo?”

“No, she’s not dating anyone.”

Jubilee was too focused on choosing a snack to realize how strange it was for Warren to be so interested in (Y/n).

“B-but she’s into guys, right?”

“Yeah, she likes guys- wait, why-”

“No reason!”

Jubilee looked him up and down before paying for two bags of m&m’s and a large coke.

“Whatever, Worthington.”

Warren laughed nervously, taking his bag of m&m’s from her.

They take their seats in the theater again, waiting for Act 4 to open.

A few minutes later, the lights dim again. The scene opens to Friar Lawrence helping Juliet fake her death, hoping it would give her a way to avoid marriage to Paris and allow her to be with Romeo.

Warren watched as (Y/n) laid still, having drank the “sleep draught” to fake her death. Now that she wasn’t moving, he could really take in her seemingly effortless beauty.

Warren was in awe of her. Everything about her seemed perfect.

Act 4 finished, leading into the final act. Warren was seated on the edge of his seat, waiting to get to see more of (Y/n). He could hear Jubilee slurping on her soda next to him.

“Shut it!” He whisper-yelled to her.

“What? You actually care about the play now because you want to bang the lead?”

“What?” Warren’s head whipped to face her, “I don’t want to bang her! I mean- I- I do, but that’s not all I want to do.”

Jubilee covered her mouth, trying to hold in a laugh. “Wow, I take you to one romance play and now you’re some softie? Damn, Worthington.”

“Just shut it!”

He turned back around, ignoring her teasing. He watched (Y/n)’s movements as the last scene began. He was so enamored with her. The way she spoke and moved so confidently. She was amazing.

Suddenly the lights were going back up. Warren felt as though the play had zoomed by, feeling slightly disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to stare at (Y/n) any longer.

Jubilee jumped up from her seat, stepping past Warren and into the aisle.

“Where’re you going?”

“I drank a whole large soda, I am about to PISS my pants!” She rushed out the doors and towards the bathrooms.

Warren stood up, figuring he could wait for Jubilee outside and thank her for the ticket and the snacks. Right before he headed towards the door to exit, he heard her voice. (Y/n)’s voice coming from the stage.

“Thank you so much!”

She had been given some flowers by another student. Her hands still covered in fake blood from her “stabbing”. Even covered in fake blood, she was breathtaking.

Warren turned on his heel, making his way to the stage, unsure of what he would even say. His mind was spinning as he made it, waiting until (Y/n) was done thanking a teacher who was saying how amazing she was.

The teacher walked away, giving Warren a chance to speak with her.

“H-hey!”

She turned towards him, “hey?”

“I-I’m Warren. Uhh- friends with Jubilee, she brought me here actually.”

“Oh! Where is she?”

“Peeing. I mean- using the lady’s room.”

(Y/n) nodded, smile breaking out across her face.

“Uhm, h-here. For you.”

Warren handed her his unopened pack of m&m’s.

“Oh, thank you! I love these.”

“You did great. I never thought I’d like a school play, but you really lit up the stage. You were amazing.”

She smiled at him, “Thank you, Warren. You’re too kind.”

“C-could I take you out? On a date, I mean?”

“Oh.” (Y/n) looked taken back. “Sure. Yeah, that sounds nice.”

He nodded, his face burning.

Jesus Christ, this play did turn me into a softie.

“A-awesome.”

“Awesome.”

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self-discovering-pagan · 2 years

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Facing my Demons - Act One

The Ex Bestie

It was your birthday recently...

3 years since I visited for your 18th...

2 years and 3 months since you told me I was the worst human being alive, and I walked away from you forever... But who's counting?

I shouldn't still dwell on a lost friendship... And I don't really. Only during times like this.

I congratulated myself actually. I'd been working hard on the day... Didn't realise it was your 21st birthday until the day after, when going through my phone memories.

Sometimes your face pops up... Regardless of how hard I tried to scrub you from my social media...

We were just that close...

Did you do anything for your birthday, I wonder? Did you have friends over? Did you do the same things we did on your 18th, those three long years ago?

I worry you haven't any friends. Most of yours walked away with me, knowing I wasn't the bad guy here.

It's silly. I shouldn't worry. You have a knack for finding friends. Keeping them...? Well... That was more difficult, wasn't it?

I wasn't the first 'bestie' to be thrown to the wolves, was I... Aranea?

Brian... Lassie?... They were both dumped in favour of me... And then I was dumped. Your Corvus. Because my mental health became too much for you to handle?

No... Because you realised I wasn't the person you needed anymore.

You needed me when I was able to give you a place to stay when moving. You needed me in the cold dark nights in Scotland, when all you had was your overbearing Mother for company, and a spirit girl who was tormenting your very soul. You needed me, so my mum could remove that spirit...

Once those things were done...

I wasn't needed anymore. I did my piece...

But I needed you.

And I never got pay back for all the good I did for you... All the nights I stopped up with you... Shared my soul with you. Helped you through dark times...

I got one weekend in Southern England, I suppose, and a night in Cambridge... Was it Cambridge? With your extended family... Who didn't seem to want me there... Or you either, if I'm honest.

Those were once some of my happier memories... Once. Now I just feel a stirring sickness in my stomach when I think about them...

It's like in the film 'Inside Out'... Where a happy memory is tainted by something sad. My only positive memory's of that trip now, was the journey with Ronnie.

I don't recall ditching you when the times were rough. I recall the few times I was too low myself, and I'd end up blocking you to give you space.

Ha. If I didn't, I'd obsessively check my phone, to see if you had messaged to tell me you were okay. Or if your mum had.

Looking back, I don't know if that was stupid... Or safe. All I remember is the constant anxiety.

I knew I annoyed you more... When I tried to help. I annoyed you when I was low myself. You stated as much. "I'm trying to pick myself up now... And you're pulling me down again."

That hurt. A lot of things you said to me hurt. It wasn't until afterwards... I realised though.

When I told Tim about some of the things you'd said in the past, over the few weeks after the final block...

He said "If I'd known she'd spoken to you like that... I would have stopped you talking to her. No one should say those kind of things... Especially not to their BEST FRIEND. I wish you'd told me sooner."

He regrets ever letting you in the house. You know that? He regrets letting us get so close.

I remember you being jealous of my girlfriend at the time... Am I not allowed to be openly Poly? She dumped me you know? About 3 weeks after we fell out. She could see I wasn't in the right place to have a new relationship.

And I knew you had a crush on me, Aranea... You told me as much.

A 12 year age difference was too much to handle. Its why I shot you down. I had to be the adult. Tim said to blame him, so our friendship didn't suffer. He regrets that too now.

You tried to get with my brother. If you couldn't have me, get the next best thing, I suppose.

Hope you know he saw you as a quick fcuk. Nothing more. He stated several times after we fell out, that he regretted not going all the way with you. I said, feel free. I don't care.

He tried to message you. You blocked him 😂

A few months after the block down... I'd posted some videos about you on my TikTok. Never mentioned names. Much like now. I don't mention names. Slander is a dangerous thing. I'm not that dumb. Nor can afford to pay solicitor fees.

I'd spoken about you in a group chat too, with my friends... You sent a spy for me. I found that quite funny. Although my brother soon sent them packing. It was beautiful to experience.

I remember coming out of the tattoo parlour I was apprenticing at... And my brother pulled out his phone and showed me a string of messages he got from your mother!

"Tell Corvus to stop talking about my daughter, or we will sue her."

Followed up with a bunch of screenshots of a group chat, and my TikTok.

I laughed... I was a tattoo apprentice. With what money?!

He told me to stop. I said I will, but also pointed out that you and your mum had no leg to stand on. I mentioned no names publicly on TikTok. The chat was private to my friends. He messaged back, and said that what I did was harmless, but what she did was Harassment. And he could sue her.

Your mum never messaged again.

This feels good. Getting all this out. I doubt you'd ever find this. You probably don't even care.

I think that's why I struggled for so long over this. Mum said when I told her that we'd fallen out that I never got to say my piece. You had a chance to throw down. Scream and yell at me, and call me all names under the sun.

I walked away. Quietly... Dignified.

I simply said "I'm sorry. Goodbye."

And hit block.

It hurt. I screamed... I was alone that night. Tim was working. I sent him a message. I called no one. I tore down the painting I bought from you. The alien. I punched it. Shot my hand right through the canvas.

I took out the stash of letters we had written each other. I read each one slowly, before dropping them in to the fireplace place. Same with your drawings.

The Tattoo I designed for you - Burnt.

The Ceramic Box you made me - Smashed.

The Bunny Plush you bought me - Charity Shop (I didn't have the heart to destroy something that could bring someone else joy)

The Cards Against Disney you got me - Kept... But certainly made many better memories with it. Its the only thing you gave me that I did keep.

Mum called me shortly after... You'd messaged her, asking if you could still be friends. She told you in the kindest possible way to "fcuk off". She actually hated you. Couldn't understand why you were my best friend. I look back now and I wonder that too. But I think I know now. It's quite obvious really.

I've always regarded my friends as top priorities. I love them all. And deep down... I still love you too. But...

I couldn't be your friend again.

It wouldn't work.

And I know that.

I think the only reason I gripped to you so tightly is...

I'd never had a Best Friend before.

Or let me rephrase that.

I'd never had someone call ME their Best Friend before.

Anyone I considered a 'best friend' always claimed publicly someone else was their best friend... And I never got picked first for anything. Its why I pulled away from most of my school friends post school. They still reach out. And now... Thanks to this experience with you... I reach back...

Because I realise now... You don't need BEST friends. Just enough close friends. And I have them.

I have Tim. I have Grell. I have Ronnie. I have the D n D crew. I have my witch family.

I have a new girlfriend. She's amazing.

She wants Tim and I to move out to the US to live with her. It's a long way down the line. But we're definitely thinking about it.

I have a new life. I think you'd be shocked how much I changed. Since I last spoke to you, I got an apprenticeship at the tattoo parlour that we got our coven tatts at. I saw you'd had yours covered... With a big ass eagle. Not what I expected, but you do you. I still have mine. I sport it with pride. I almost had it covered... But I now see it as something beautiful. It's proof I can pull through anything. That some friends aren't forever, but they still leave their mark on you. Lessons you must learn. It's poetic.

I lost that apprenticeship. Was the middle of the pandemic... And my mentor was a douche. Win some loose some.

But I recently landed a job at my local hospital. And I'm excited to get started. Its a great opportunity... And a chance to lead me to do what I really want to do.

Art therapy. To help people... Like I used to try and help you. But better... And using my degree. (You took my uni jumper by the way! But its fine. I smoked all the wacki backi you left behind. 🤷 Call it square.)

I feel so much better. Talking this out to the ether. It's like Shadow Work. Just putting down what my brain already figured out over the past 2 years... But in one spot.

Maybe now... I can finally focus on my own future... And not worry about yours, and where you'll one day end up.

I'm sorry for where I failed you Aranea... And you're welcome for where I didn't.

Blessed be old friend. If we ever meet again, I hope its on better terms.

Corvus

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thatwasntlikeridingabikeuasshole · 3 years

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I have this friend that I haven't spoken to in a long time, but I think I might be in love with them. I don't know whether to tell them or not because I won't be able to talk to them anymore for personal reasons. Honest opinion, do you think I should tell them even though they'll be out of my life? Anyone's opinion on this post would be appreciated, too.

You're saying they'll be out of your life forever either way? I'd say go for it. What do you have to lose? I mean, if they don't reciprocate your feelings, you'll never have to hear about it again, and you'll feel more peaceful knowing they know, trust me. And if they're in love with you too...well, I don't know what the circumstances are that are going to keep you apart, but maybe you can find a way around them. Either way, you'll feel better if they know how you feel, I think. Especially if this is your last chance. I know there are people who aren't in my life anymore that I wish I'd told I was in love with, even if in retrospect they were silly childhood crushes that didn't mean much in the long run. Even if I don't regret not having had a boyfriend at age seven, I sometimes wish that the guy I considered myself in love with had known.

That being said if I misread this and they'll only leave your life if you tell them- perhaps hold off and wait for things to get better. I don't think that was what you meant though?

Also consider whether your love for them is based on them now or them back then, because it can be tricky when you still have feelings for someone you haven't spoken to in a while. But then again, as for this bit, my glass house is about to collapse over my own hypocritical head with the impact of that stone, because you're talking to someone who sent a love letter to a guy she'd met exactly once because they decided that she was in love with him...so who cares if it doesn't sound logical, just go for it if you want to.

Hope this helps! If you need more you can always send another ask I literally don't care I am bored and anons inexplicably thinking that asking me of all people for love advice is a good idea is the most exciting thing ever. Seriously whenever an anon comes in like I have this friend I'm like *GASP* OMG TELL ME MORE but be warned I'm not good at it.

And yeah yalls followers maybe especially the ones who have actually had successful relationships give some opinions?

#asks tag #anon asks #anon tea #thats a new tag now

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years

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Carly & Ali

Carly: heard from drew? Carly: long shot Ali: Ha, good one Carls Ali: God no Ali: he's AWOL? Carly: yea Carly: gimme calebs number? Carly: longer shot Ali: 'Course but doubt they're chillin' Ali: and he might act like saying his name invokes him to pop up like a demon but you know Ali: Have you spoken to Meena? Surely he's keeping her in the loop Carly: shes not picking up Carly: to me Carly: same as my mum and dad Ali: That's not like her, she's probably just busy, keep trying Ali: As for your 'rents, where have they gone? And why do you need Drew so urgent? Gah, sorry, so many questions Ali: Just go with this one, are you okay? Carly: ive been trying ages Carly: shes not on spanish time idk why she cant answer Carly: idk wot to do Carly: how do i get it to stop ?? Ali: Spain's only an hour ahead of us anyway, not an excuse Ali: I'm 8 hours ahead and I've managed Ali: get what to stop babe Carly: the crying Carly: i cant think Carly: its all it does Ali: You've had the baby Ali: how long ago? did you go to the hospital? you need to if you haven't, like now Carly: what Carly: why would i go there Carly: its over with Ali: Because you both need to be checked over Ali: its really important Ali: have you birthed the placenta? Is it all out? If not you could die Ali: Never mind if there's anything wrong with the baby Ali: Call a cab and give me your deets, I'll transfer the money now Carly: that alien shit Carly: yea Carly: it screams healthy Ali: that is a good sign but there could be something you're missing, maybe that's why its screaming? better safe than sorry, they're not allowed to ask you about shit unrelated, so if you're high, sober up and then go, yeah? Ali: When did you last do a feed? Have you been able to? They'll show you how, it can be tricky Carly: id scream if i was born here Carly: gonna be stuck Carly: sober up? i need more Carly: shit hurts dont need to tell you Ali: They'll give you stuff at the Hospital Ali: why do you think anyone goes? Ali: and fo free baby gurl! please Carly: i cant Carly: gotta be hear for when my mum rings back Carly: & drew might come Ali: Give me your mums number and I'll tell her where you are Ali: then she can ring the hospital and they'll let you know Ali: I bet Drew has a key, no? Ali: Leave a note Carly: he left it when he went Carly: threw it at me Ali: Oh bab Ali: I'm sorry Ali: but you gotta focus on you Ali: and the baby now Ali: Not him, he knows where you are Ali: I can text him if you want, or try to call Ali: I swear nothing bad will come out of it Carly: but its his Carly: and i am Carly: he should be here Ali: But he isn't Ali: maybe he'll come back but you gotta keep going 'til he does, alright? Carly: i need to find him Ali: Not right now Ali: next step Ali: he's not lost, he doesn't want to be found Ali: i know that's harsh but its the truth Ali: he'll come back when he's ready, alright? Carly: what about me Carly: im not ready Carly: he doesnt care Carly: why should i Ali: he cares about himself Ali: AT LEAST do that Ali: if you can't the baby then the people at the hospital will help with that too Ali: you can't just leave it Ali: boy or girl? Carly: its a girl Carly: another one Carly: hes gonna be mad Ali: I don't think he's salty about not having a male heir babe Ali: If you really won't go...I'll do my best to tell you what I know and I'll send you links Ali: we'll do our best health check and then you've got to try to feed her, yeah? Is that okay? Carly: mad that shes here Carly: i said i wasnt having one Carly: you want me to read? cant hear myself think Ali: But you were Ali: and if you were doing it without protection then he was fully aware it was a possibility Ali: I'll voice memo you then Ali: it'll stop the crying Carly: he says its not his Carly: maybe not Carly: idk Carly: its got blood on it but could look like him when thats gone Ali: He said that to me when it definitely was so kind of his go to Ali: but even if it isn't, doesn't mean he has to be a dick to you about it Ali: Its not right regardless Ali: Especially not when you're alone Carly: how do i make it sleep Carly: im tired Carly: should i sing? Ali: That might help yeah Ali: Skin to skin to, that's comforting Ali: Lemme break down how you feed it, yeah? Hold on Carly: i cant pick it up what if i drop it fuck no Carly: gotta stay where it is Ali: You won't Ali: its your baby, its safer with you than it is on the floor Ali: get a towel, that'll keep it warm and put it to your chest Ali: [Sends 38 sec video] okay, if that's easier this vid shows you how but I'm here to talk you through Carly: all the towels are wet Carly: it can have my tshirt thats warm Ali: Good idea, see Ali: you know what you're doing Ali: you've got this Carly: its too small Carly: i have to put it back down Carly: ill hurt it Carly: fuming about me coming near it Ali: She's just hungry and confused Ali: Understandable, right? Dunno about you but I'd be pretty fucked off too if I'd just been pushed out my nice comfy home of the last 9 months Ali: You'll be her best friend in my time at all Carly: id put it back if i could Carly: whyd you wanna do this 3 times Ali: 'Cos I'm a bossy bitch and I want underlings to do my bidding and I get to tell 'em what to do Ali: speaking of, time for your masterclass Ali: get her and get comfy on the sofa or your bed or wherever is bed Ali: best Carly: k Carly: shes heavy wtf Ali: That's good! You did a good job cooking her then Ali: and if she's a lil chunk, this should be easier Carly: shes small but im sleepy Ali: you can both take a snooze when this is done, usually conks 'em right out Ali: is your tiddy out? Carly: knew you fancied me Ali: you know Ali: getting in there while your defenses are down Carly: im single Carly: you too Ali: Lets do it mama Ali: cutest fam ever? i think so Carly: shes not cute like yours Carly: weird coloured thing Ali: she's probably covered in the gunk and pink from screaming her head off Ali: no ones finest hour i bet she's beautiful Carly: ill get it to take a selfie Ali: yay! get it on the nip 'cos i gotta see my boo too 😍 Ali: line her nose up with your nip, kinda tickle her top lip with it, she should open her mouth wide Ali: then you can shove it in Carly: done that before Carly: weird Carly: [Sends pic of tiny baby Indie] Carly: does she look like him idk Ali: Definitely Ali: Looks a bit like Edie Carly: ill send him the pic Carly: probs should take a better one Carly: how do i look? Ali: Like you've just given birth Ali: so a goddess Ali: but a knackered one Carly: youve got a fetish Carly: cant trust that Ali: me??? Ali: didn't impregnate myself Ali: look at Caleb! Carly: and drew Carly: wont see him Ali: Clearly its his thing too Ali: but he's more about the before than after yeah Ali: he can't stay away forever Ali: he wouldn't leave Meena Carly: youre smart Carly: if i go there he cant avoid me Ali: Exactly Ali: Camp out Ali: Ana will help you with the baby shit if you like Carly: why Carly: she doesnt know me Ali: Because she's a good person Ali: plus she's a social worker, it what she do Ali: and she knows Drew better than most, she raised him Ali: worth a shot Carly: shes not his mum Carly: but she can take this kid Ali: yeah she's better than Ali: is that what you want? Ali: she'll discuss it with you, make sure you both get what's best Carly: im not talking to her Carly: she can take it or not Ali: No one will just take her with no questions asked Carls Ali: for your welfare and the kids Carly: im not answering a social workers questions Ali: They're not entitled to judge you Ali: She won't Ali: and as far as drugs are concerned, if you want to give the baby up then literally none of their business at all after that Ali: and if you did decide to keep her then they work with you Ali: they're not gonna just shop you, it ain't like that Carly: make me go to rehab is how its like Carly: fuck no Ali: They can't make you Ali: there's no point Ali: you can only get sober if that's what you want Carly: my mum and dad'll make me Carly: i know theyre gonna Ali: well, where the fuck are they now? Ali: if they're so concerned about you they'd be here Ali: actually supporting you Carly: theyll come when they find out about her Carly: i never told them Ali: Good, I hope they do Ali: but how did that happen Ali: how could I see and they didn't Ali: or Drew Carly: they dont come back Carly: drew did see thats why he left Ali: yeah but they must talk to you Ali: your mum has obviously been there how did she not clock something being up Ali: and not soon enough in Drew's case Carly: i call them if i need money Carly: they gotta think its why im calling now Ali: When do they call you? Carly: if i call and they didnt pick up Carly: unless theyre busy Ali: I see Ali: how's she doing? done feeding? Carly: sleeping Carly: how are yours? Ali: best feeling ever, right? Ali: much the same, its late here Ali: I'm pulling an all-nighter lowkey, finishing up some work Carly: i miss junie Carly: whatever your on for it gimme some Ali: i'd be creepy and snap him sleeping but no doubt the flash would wake his highness Ali: he misses you too, i'll get him to facetime Carly: aw Carly: go work bitch Carly: i shouldnt kept you this long Ali: don't be daft Ali: queen of multitasking Ali: and not just junie who misses you is it Ali: #massiveLESBIANcrush Carly: my tits are gonna go down Carly: snap me up now Ali: Trying, like Ali: make it facebook official Ali: that'll get the lads attention ey Ali: why else do it Carly: yea Carly: my parents too probs Carly: lapsed catholics Ali: be on the next plane over to get you back on the dick like Ali: i'll get on it #longdistancelesbians Ali: my ex gonna be so mad Carly: mine too Carly: wtf am i gonna do Carly: I dont want him to be an ex Ali: even though he's fucked you over like this? Carly: i fucked him over first Carly: i lied Ali: not really Ali: if anything, you lied to yourself Ali: but you didn't wanna hear it, couldn't Ali: and that makes sense Carly: cant block it out any more Carly: fuck Ali: it gets really real really fast Ali: doesn't it Ali: but you have got this Ali: i've got you, however i can, yeah? Carly: i dont want it to be Carly: i dont want it Carly: i cant do this Ali: okay, that's okay too Ali: but she isn't going to just go Ali: whether it was getting an abortion earlier or what you have to do now Ali: you have to do something Ali: there's no quick fix for it Ali: ana can get you in touch with the right people who will make it as easy as they can for you and her Ali: or my mum Carly: if i leave her she'll get found Carly: why does nobody ever call me back wtf Ali: Yeah but they'll still try to find you Ali: or Drew Ali: and his DNA will be on the system so Ali: and I reckon if they got to him, he'd sell you out Ali: when's the last time you slept? Carly: idk Carly: what day is it Ali: Tuesday Carly: sunday Carly: saturday Carly: idk Ali: fuck girl Ali: you shoulda been banking up on it before Carly: ha Carly: easy fix Carly: need my dealer Ali: not if your gonna be breastfeeding Ali: unless he gonna bring formula too Carly: i can go myself for that Carly: get a car Ali: you getting enough cash in, yeah? Carly: ha no Carly: no student loans for this bitch Ali: you'll have to look into getting help with that Ali: there's funds and shit, i'll find out the info Ali: that or tap Drew up for child maintenance Carly: yea cos hes declaring his earnings Carly: i wish hed talk to me Ali: exactly, bribe him like Ali: he's got a lot to lose Carly: hed never forgive me Carly: i cant Ali: but you can forgive him for all he does? Ali: got it bad honey Carly: yea Carly: its fucked Ali: is there anything he could do to make you stop loving him Carly: idk Carly: why Ali: cos you'd be happier if you didn't Ali: right Ali: like, he treats you like shit Carly: i wasnt happy before Carly: & he hasnt this whole time Carly: it got bad Carly: me too Ali: but you could be Ali: you don't have to give up hope of ever being Ali: and he did for the majority of the time though, that should outweigh the good Carly: with what Carly: this kid Carly: im not you Ali: no Ali: of being happy Ali: with just you Ali: or someone else who treats you better Carly: i dont have a job or friends here and i live in a caravan Carly: not gonna happen Ali: you can get both Ali: you're cool Carly: ha Carly: youre dreaming Carly: fucked the allnighter Ali: i'm not the only one Ali: and why not? Carly: drew says im a junkie Ali: what does he know Ali: and anyway, functioning junkie Ali: shits possible Carly: he knows me Carly: he loved me til i fucked it Ali: you haven't DONE anything Ali: a baby happened to you BOTH Ali: you're both reacting, right or wrong now, whatever Ali: and he probably still does but Ali: love ain't always enough Carly: why are you my friend? Ali: I said, you're cool Ali: funny, smart, nice, you already know i fancy you so no need to kiss arse any more, yeah? Ali: you're SO friendable, babe Carly: shoulda fallen for you Ali: yeah well, the tragedy of being straight and feelings not following logic Ali: sometimes, you gotta fuck feelings tho, do right by yourself Carly: i dont feel anything when he isnt here Carly: nothing happens Carly: cept today Ali: make stuff happen Ali: its only chaos darling Carly: youre not here either Carly: what am i gonna make happen on my own Carly: this shit Carly: idk Ali: what do you wanna make happen Ali: anything, however unlikely you think it is Carly: i want him to come back Carly: my parents too Carly: but none of them are Ali: can't control other people nah but you can do all YOU can to make it happen Ali: what would make him come back? who would he wanna be with? and you can try to talk to your 'rents and tell them what is up...longshot but maybe they don't realise how shitty they're being Carly: they're not Carly: theyre busy Carly: and im not a kid Ali: busy with what? Ali: living it up in spain? Ali: they kept you, you're their kid for life Ali: they don't get to peace at 16, 18 whatever the fuck Carly: they didnt vanish Carly: i know where they are Ali: yeah but they should be here rn Ali: you need them Ali: maybe if you ask, when they answer, they will come back Ali: i'm not slagging on 'em, its just facts Carly: i dont want to go live in spain Carly: fact is theyll try and force me Ali: well, they can't make ya, tell them why you wanna stay here Ali: they could still be supportive Ali: even if they're not physically with you every day like Carly: they wont let me stay for him Ali: okay...make something more parent friendly up then Ali: what they don't know won't hurt 'em Carly: youre so smart Ali: so i've been told Ali: with varying levels of sarcasm Carly: yea Carly: same Ali: You are though Ali: One of the many reasons we get along Carly: youre such a mum Carly: bigging me up like Ali: s'what i do best right Ali: shoulda been a cheerleader, fucking irish schools not letting me shine Carly: thats what schools do best Carly: be shit Ali: true dat Ali: even if my uni is pretty swish Ali: and full of nerds like me Carly: looks it Ali: still, miss the homeland like Carly: switch places Carly: shes crying again what does she want this time Carly: headfuck Ali: think its a bit too early for her to have shat, maybe wee but Ali: probably wanting her next feed Ali: you do it roughly every 2 hours for the first month Carly: ffs Carly: howd you get anything done with 3 of them Ali: ask myself the same question Ali: luckily they're not all on the tit 'cos form an orderly queue lads Carly: not getting my tit out again Ali: its that or formula run to get her to stop crying Carly: i cant put her in the car Carly: she'd fall out Ali: that solves that then honey Ali: get 'em out get 'em out get 'em out Carly: perv Ali: 🤷 Ali: single mum, gotta get my kicks where i can yo Carly: get fucked Carly: not offering Carly: one of the nerds would be up for it Ali: no need to tell me Ali: desperation station Ali: bless 'em Carly: do you go to class with your shoulders and knees out Ali: its boiling here, not even trying to be a shameless hussy Ali: can't be swooning erryday, got places to be, shitty bums to wipe Carly: yea Carly: cant steal that excuse myself Ali: sadly not Ali: can use breastfeeding though Ali: you're just out here feeding ya kid, looking hot as a by-product, fight me world Carly: don't Carly: how is this happening Carly: im looking at her and idk Ali: i can't believe you did it all by yourself Ali: you're a right tough nut Ali: but you don't have to keep doing it alone Carly: but i have to do something Carly: wtf Ali: yeah, keep both of yas alive until you figure out your next step Carly: make it sound simple Ali: 'course Ali: i'll allow you some melodrama but i can't claim hormones as hard Carly: u can Carly: and homesickness Ali: alright, lets have a good sob Carly: this kids done enough Carly: has you beat bitch Ali: rude Ali: already winning fresh out the womb Carly: what you naming it Carly: said you would Ali: you're serious? Carly: idc Ali: probs think on that a bit longer, whether you wanna name her or nah Ali: but my lists be ready don't fret Carly: k

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