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caraphernellie · 3 months

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last hope // e.w. ✧ [chapter one]

summary: there was little you could do to calm your excitement when you read and immediately recognised the name ellie williams in the email you received accepting your request to live on campus. sharing a dorm with your childhood best friend who you had missed so much? what a small world- it sounded like everything you could have dreamed of, like it was fate that this had brought her back to you. you could only hope that she hadn't changed, that she was still just as much a loser as you, and that things could go right back to normal. but not everyone stays the same after eleven years.

an: HELLO. OMG IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS FIC. i love it. i had the idea for a while to make a fic where ellie was this mysterious angsty roommate and i wrote the whole thing (it was a two parter) and i was not happy with it like at all. so i have completely changed the entire thing! basically. but this is so much better. and it's gonna be multiple chapters, slow burn 🫶🏻 im not sure how i feel about this first chapter pls be kind i had covid while writing this (and chapter two which i'm posting tmrw) so brain fog might have fucked this up big time but i wanted to introduce the story <3

cw: cigarettes, foster system, bitchy ellie, bad girl!ellie, good girl!reader, check masterlist for full list of content warnings !!

wc: 1.3k

if you missed the prologue you can find it here!! and the fic's masterlist right here :)

living with ellie williams is like trying to look after a disgusting animal – it’s like being a zookeeper of sorts. though you’re sure even the angry lions or crocodiles could be more pleasant than she.

it’s this blatant lack of disrespect that just pisses you off the most. the loud music in the middle of the night, the putrid cigarette smoke ruminating in her bedroom (which could definitely get you in trouble with the dean), the way she seems to have nothing better to do than hurl insults your way.

“what the fuck are you doing in my room?”

and she’s so secretive. but you get it. you hide things from her too, after all, she had declared you her enemy. it actually made you laugh when she’d done so, which had only solidified the apparent burning hatred she had for you. you didn’t even know what you’d done. she took one look at you, recognised you to be her childhood best friend, and then decided you were everything wrong with the world.

“the fuck are you doing in my room?” she growls, a tight grip around your wrist to pull you towards the door. her nails dig into the skin.

“woah, woah, woah, ellie, i–”

“are you after my journal?” she grunts, forest green eyes glare at you. it’s a hardened gaze, and if looks could kill, you’d have been dead five times already.

“no i- i don’t- i didn’t even know you had a journal in the first place,” you say, trying to pry your wrist out of the firm grip, only for ellie to grab your other wrist now too.

“then what the hell are you doing in my fuckin’ room when i’m not here?”

“i’m just looking for my phone charger,” you mumble, looking away awkwardly. “you took it last night, remember? i kind of need it back now.”

“oh.”

the snarl on ellie’s face drops and she begrudgingly lets go of you, but she’s still eyeing you distrustfully. even though you’re telling the complete truth, her stare still makes you feel like you are doing something wrong anyway.

“you could’ve asked,” ellie mumbles, and you sigh, unplugging your charger from the socket.

“not really, i mean, you slept till noon and before i could even ask you went straight for the showers. i have work soon, so i had to come grab it.”

“text me next time, at least,” ellie mutters, pushing you towards the door with a firm hand on the small of your back. “i don’t like you snooping.”

“i wasn’t even snooping, i just–”

“you so were.”

“oh no i was not,” you say stubbornly, narrowing your eyes. “i would not willingly enter your room for longer than a minute, smellie.”

“i- sm- do i smell?” ellie mutters, stopping to sniff herself. it’s oh so charming, the act garnering a small laugh from you. “i don’t smell bad, fuck you.”

“yeah, you don’t, for once,” you retort. “i’m–”

your teasing words are cut short when the bedroom door is slammed in your face. raising your eyebrows, you nod, talking into thin air.

“mhm. okay. i mean, i thought my word play on ‘smellie’ was genius, but…”

you shrug it off, heading back to the couch to put on your shoes and plug your phone in for a little while before having to leave for work. at this point work is a nice escape. being able to get away from complicated words and numbers and of course being able to get away from ellie’s suffocating presence.

nothing but music. and so many of the people you came by in your job at the little record store down the street were so cool, it was how you’d made the majority of your friends.

and you appreciate all those friends a lot, of course. you’re only three weeks into the semester and you know you’ll be able to rely on dina when the stress of finals week approaches later on.

you’d opted to stick to your own during high school, who cared if people thought you were some loser loner? you were focusing on studies, it’s not like your high school status would matter down the line.

but moving out of home now at nineteen meant you were going to have to find a support system that isn’t just your family– hence the sudden burst of extrovertedness you’d attempted since the start of september. you managed to find dina, and by extension, her very on-and-off boyfriend jesse, and their other friend cat.

but it feels still as though you’re missing something and you know exactly what it is, but lying to yourself is better than admitting you’re sad about ellie.

perhaps you’d got too excited after discovering she’d be your roommate. as you often do as an overthinker, you got your hopes up only to be let down.

ellie was supposed to be nice, still. in your head that inner child in you thought over how fun it’d be to basically have daily sleepovers with your old best friend, amusing yourselves over the same inside jokes, catching up and being able to navigate some of the crazier years of life with her.

but she pretty much crushed that dream with the way she took a step back after recognising you, and the words she said.

“what made you think i was going to be a dork like you still?” she laughed dryly. “that’s just unrealistic.”

and it hadn’t hit you at first as to why she acted like this. of course, it’s just as you feared. she’d moved out of boston to god knows where with god knows who and morphed into this mean, rowdy girl. the grown-up version of ellie isn’t who you thought she’d be, and at this point you felt you only had yourself to blame for feeling let down.

she was right, after all. it’s just unrealistic to think that after eleven years, she’d be the same.

if it’s not ellie’s overarching bitchy attitude she always carries, it’s the fact that you clash heads in every which way. she’s made it a point to snub you for being some kind of ‘goody-two-shoes.’ you told her it was immature, cringe even. the only response garnered being a scowl on her face.

after tying the laces of your docs, you sit for a moment. ellie barges out of her room again, not something you hadn’t predicted what with the loud sound of her feet you’ve grown used to already.

she’s carrying her whole bag, pens spilling right out the unzipped pockets. and almost like some kind of decrepit monster in a movie she pauses, taking a moment to glare at you. “what now?”

“huh?” a brief moment of silence is interrupted by you stifling a laugh. “dude, you came out here basically guns blazing, and you’re shocked that i’m looking?”

“i’m late,” ellie mutters with a frown, not bothering to pick up the mess she’s left behind as she laces up her converse. she doesn’t bother to sit down. “y’know, because i actually made friends in our classes. so–”

“crazy story, bro,” you say disinterestedly, leaning back into the couch. ellie sighs a moment before glaring in your direction again.

“you are a miserable person.”

“as if you’re any better,” you protest. it’s definitely a matter of butting stubborn personalities– it’s not like you want to fight with ellie like this. but your pride isn’t going to let you sweep her indecencies aside just because she used to play mermaids with you in the summer.

it’s just this part of you that can’t help but worry a little bit. she had to have spent years in the foster system. you’d worried all throughout your teenage years, hoping she’d have been treated fairly in the very least, though knowing in some place deep down that she probably wasn’t.

her excessive sleep, her bad habits, hell, even the attitude you can’t move past. it all has you a little bit concerned.

rising to your feet and grabbing your keys, you move past ellie.

“i’m working the closing shift tonight, so don’t be waiting on me, just because i’m sure you will.”

your jest earns a chuckle and a cluck of the tongue from ellie.

“riiiight, riiiight. i’ll be naively waiting around for you just like you did for eleven years.”

"i know you're flattered that i was still thinking of you, but there's no need to keep bringing it up."

"you're ridiculous."

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wxshing-aep · 11 months

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The Prom Committee (pt 1)

Ethan Morales x fem!reader

based on this request:

"how about one where y/n runs an after school club so Ethan keeps getting detention on purpose to see her because he thinks “clubs are for dorks” to quote Paxton and so his reputation as the bad boy isn’t ruined"

Warnings: swearing, banter, the word boobs

AN: decided to make it a 2 parter cause it was getting long while I was writing it and wanted to give Ethan more depth of character than the actually show so part 2 coming tmrw probs!

When his assignment was handed back by Señora Diaz upside down, Ethan wasn't surprised by the big F glaring back at him in red ink when he turned the page over.

“Stupid bitch” he muttered under his breath.

“In Español, Ethan” Señora Diaz paused on her way back to the blackboard, unsure of what he said but certain that it wasn't in Spanish.

“Sorry" he retorted and she continued her route back to the front of the classroom.

"perra estúpida”

“ethan!”

That’s how Ethan ended up in detention for the umpteenth time in his academic career, tapping his pen on the desk in the nearly empty classroom with Mr. Shapiro's happy go-lucky self staring back at him.

"Well, happy to have you here Ethan!" Mr. Shapiro greets picking up a clipboard from his desk. "Not happy to be here" Ethan deadpanned. "Sorry to hear that. Not sure how you managed to get detention during the first week of school, but hey I think that might be a new Sherman Oaks record! Congrats buddy!" Mr. Shapiro cheers before realizing the younger boy is not the slightest bit amused. "Alright, tough crowd."

"Moving right along then," Mr. Shapiro clicks a pen in his hand "time to take roll!" which causes Ethan to look around the empty classroom.

"...I'm literally the only one here"

"I know, I just love checking things off lists," Mr. Shapiro clears his throats " so do I have a Morales comma Ethan?"

"seriously dude?"

"Second call for Ethan Morales"

"you're gonna keep going til I say here, aren't you?"

"You betcha!"

"Here."

"Awesome!" Mr. Shapiro marks a giant check by the one name on his attendance sheet. "god I love doing that- Alright so unfortunately I've gotta skidaddle to help out with the faculty potluck but lucky for you sir we're implementing more of a reformative detention style this year!"

"What the hell does that mean" Ethan asked.

"It means, that instead of sitting here for the next few hours, you my friend, get to offer your help to one of the after school clubs or committees that are a bit low on helping hands" Shapiro responds with finger guns. "so guess who's today's newest member of the prom committee!"

"yea, no. I'm not joining some stupid after school club. clubs are for dorks, losers, and ugly people" Ethan responds grabbing his backpack out of the chair next to him to get up and leave.

"well actually it's a committee"

"even worse"

"Alrighty well I can see what the other options-" is all Mr Shapiro gets out before he is interrupted by your voice from the doorway.

"Oh- hey! Mr. Shapiro, did you find anyone to help with the prom posters? Eric said he'd help me out but then canceled cause he said he had to train with the assistant swim coach to quote make Michael Phelps my bitch end quote. Whatever that means, so I'm kinda flying solo here" You say, drawing Ethan's attention towards you as well.

hot damn. okay maybe after school activities are not only for ugly people. He thinks you might be the prettiest girl he's ever seen and definitely takes a mental note of your outfit that's hugging you in all the right places. He quickly realizes that he doesn't know your name and has no idea how he's never been informed of your existence prior to this moment. He's snapped back to reality by Mr. Shapiro responding to your question. "Ah- I'm sorry but Ethan is-"

"super excited to help decorate for prom" Ethan finds himself blurting out before Mr. Shapiro could finish his sentence.

"Oh- well that's great! Uh Ethan just report back by 6 so I can log your hours! I'm gonna get going, you kids have fun decorating. Go crickets!" Mr. Shapiro says, making his exit as you watch him almost skip down the hall.

"Sup, I'm Ethan" Your attention is brought back to the brown eyed curly haired boy who's suddenly standing in front of you (how the hell did he cross the room that fast, you wonder) with an outstretched hand. He never really shakes hands, he just wanted an excuse to touch you. He's cute, you note mentally. You accept the offer and shake his hand. "and you are?" he continues.

"I'm-" you pause noticing those not so innocent brown eyes are directed elsewhere, "acutely aware of the fact that you're staring at my boobs".

Ethan thinks his brain might've just short circuited cause he was definitely just caught red handed. He'd recently grown a lot more confident with girls since his summer growth spurt and subsequent glow up had dramatically increased the number of girls interested in him, but there was something about you and how you so deliberately called him out that had definitely thrown him off his game.

"Sorry- I uh- I was actually looking at your shirt. They're- It's nice" he wants to die he thinks.

You chuckle at his sudden change in demeanor. "Hmm. Yea, I know they are" you respond, turning on a heel and heading toward the auditorium.

"You comin or what?"

For one person, you had made pretty okay progress in a week. The current task at hand was making posters to get people excited for the theme reveal. The ground was littered with several half finished or barely started posters.

"Can you draw?" You asked Ethan.

"I'm not much of an artist"

"Really? the graffiti on the side of the school says otherwise. Your handwriting definitely sucks though so I'll do that, but the art's good and if you can do it with a spray can, you can definitely do it with some paint and markers" your unsolicited review of his graffiti made him crack a smile. His latest act of defiance had been a giant snake comically eating a cricket accompanied with the words "get fucked" on the side of the school building.

"You can't prove that was me" he challenges.

"Maybe not, but Mr. Shapiro had mentioned that I might have a detention helper today thanks to Señora Diaz and I happened to notice the words 'stupid bitch' spray painted on her car containing the same weird ass t's as the graffiti on the side of the school and here you are, Ethan."

"Damn, you're good" he pauses realizing he can't throw your name back at you because he still doesn't know it.

"Y/n" you say quietly.

"Huh?"

"My name's y/n"

Pretty name for a pretty girl, he thought.

"Alright y/n. I'll draw as long as I don't have to to touch any glitter. that shit's impossible to get off"

"deal"

"and I don't write my t's weird"

"you write your t's like a crazy person"

Time was pretty much flying by. Together you'd gotten nearly twenty posters done and were slowly finding out more information about each other. You were informed about some of Ethan's tattoos and how he'd actually drawn the designs for all of them himself. Not an artist, my ass, you thought. Ethan learned that he hadn't met you before because you'd previously been homeschooled and had all but begged your parents to be able to go to school with other kids for your senior year until they finally cracked and agreed to enroll you at Sherman Oaks.

"Ah I see, you're a total secret weirdo. That explains your freaky detective skills" he teases.

"I am not a secret weirdo. I just like criminal minds and puzzles"

"You were homeschooled. All homeschooled kids are a little weird"

"That's an unfair stereotype"

"Whatever you say, y/n"

"If anything you're the secret weirdo. or at least an undercover art nerd"

"I'm not an undercover art nerd"

"Yea you are. Something tells me this whole" you gestured largely to him sitting a couple feet away from you, "tortured angsty hot skater boy thing you've got going on is a pretty recent development" you comment absent-mindedly. You looked back up from your poster when he didn't respond to see him sitting there, arms crossed with a smug grin on his face.

"What?" you prodded.

"You totally just called me hot"

You're now very aware that he's a bit closer to you than he was before.

"mm don't think so"

"oh you definitely did"

"did not"

"did too"

"did not" that one came out much less confidently considering his hand had made its way to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. damn, he's good.

"whatever you say, y/n" he almost whispers. have his eyes been that sparkly this whole time? He's leaning in and you're definitely not backing away. You're maybe a centimeter away from his lips until the alarm blaring from your phone, which seemed like much better idea hours ago, sent you flying back from him and scared the shit out of both you.

"shit- I- god that scared me, I uh set an alarm for 6 so you'd remember to check in with Mr. Shapiro cause, ya know, I thought we'd both probably be busy. Um- busy making posters, i mean. Obviously I mean making posters cause we definitely wouldn't be busy doing anything else so-" you ramble.

The smug little smirk has made its way back onto Ethan's face as he is quite enjoying this role reversal from your first interaction of the day.

"shut up" you say to him.

"I didn't even say anything" he responded, hands in the air in surrender.

"I've gotta head home, but thanks for helping out even though you basically had to be here. If you ever find yourself in detention again this semester, feel free to help out. Hopefully the committee is more than just me by then" you say, starting to gather your belongings. Ethan secretly hopes it isn't, he likes the idea of hanging out with just you.

"I probably will find myself in detention again. It's kinda part of this whole tortured angsty hot skater boy thing I've got going on" he says throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

"not what I said" you still attempt to deny.

"sure it wasn't"

"bye ethan"

"bye y/n"

Yea, he'll definitely be finding himself in detention again.

Read Part 2 here

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diorsluv · 4 months

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feather , part 12

“ after this, an afterthought ”

series m. list previous chapter next chapter

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next chapter notes ) i was on the grind and now i’m not.. i need to get the motivation back and then i’ll be pushing out these chapters in no time and also the timeline of the little reader x male!oc’s relationship is a little iffy (one of the many many plotholes) so just pretend like all the act ii chapters are spread out between multiple months

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blossomwritesthings · 11 months

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭

pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab)

genre: nonidol!felix. softboy!felix // harddom!felix. estranged relationship. angst. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this one has got some angst in it. mentions of estrangement/tension in the relationship. smut warnings below cut!!

word count: 4.3k

summary: in all of the time that you've dated him, felix has never dropped the innocent, flower boy persona that he's known for. but perhaps, you'll finally be the one to crack him open to show who he truly is underneath all of the softness and glitter.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (keep it safe, my friends). angry sex. soft boy felix turned bad boy. harddom!felix. sub!reader. fingering. breast/nipple play. dom/sub undertones. degradation (slut, whore, bitch, dumb, etc.). ass spanking. manhandling kink. humiliation. dirty thoughts/fantasies. hair pulling. choking. dumbification. dacryphilia kink. ownership/possession. cum play. felix edges reader. overstimulation. controlling felix. lots of dirty talk. breeding kink!!. subspace. loud sex.

a/n: this idea just randomly popped into my head last night and I had to write it down before I went back to work tmrw so... here we are haha! 😂 I've always wanted to write a harddom!felix piece, and I'm really happy with the way this one turned out. like- I can appreciate a soft and flower boy lix, but sometimes, a hoe just needs some MANHANDLING in her life!!! 🥵

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“I don’t know what you want from me, Y/N,” Felix said, throwing his hands up in the air in a defeated way. His entire face was covered in shadows, dark brown eyes flashing with strife as he ran a few frantic fingers through his sandy blonde hair. “I’m trying- I am, but you’re making this incredibly difficult.”

You just stood there, near the kitchen counter, too stunned to speak.

It had been a long day.

A long week.

A long month, for that matter.

The two of you had been trying to cook dinner together, but the night had resulted in the two of you getting into an argument on the stupidest of things. But you knew why the two of you were fighting. And he knew too.

Tensions had been rising between you for quite a while.

More often than not, you’d get into small arguments throughout the week. But mostly, it was always you who lost your cool.

But you couldn’t believe him - couldn’t believe that he was truly so clueless as to why you were so upset in the first place.

“You don’t even understand why I’m mad.” Is all you could say, just shaking your head in disappointment as your eyes scanned his face. The familiar sight of his angelic-like features pulled at your heartstrings, but at that moment, just looking at them turned your stomach sickeningly.

“No, I don’t think I do. And I’d love to be enlightened.” His voice was stern, with not a hint of softness to it. The quiet and serene way that you were used to him talking was completely wiped away, replaced with a tired and fed-up Felix.

Clenching your fists at either of your sides, you felt your sharp nails dig into the flesh of your palms. “You’re too- too fucking nice all of the time.” You finally blurted out, cheeks starting to burn with the fury that was steadily rising in your very being.

Felix’s expression turned dumbfounded, as he stared on at you with slightly parted lips, shady eyes widening in surprise. “What?”

“You’re too good- Felix. You’re always forgiving, always kind, always understanding. Maybe I should count my blessings that you’re just that type- that you’re such a nice guy,” you began, voice low as the feelings started to pour out of you. As all the warring emotions that had been swimming deep inside of you for so long were finally being brought to light. “And call me masochistic, but sometimes, I just want to fight with you… want you to get angry, to react to me. But you don’t, you just… take everything in stride, and the less you do, the more it makes me crazy.”

You couldn’t believe you were confessing everything to him. You had been bottling up all of your thoughts for so long, it felt foreign to finally spill them out in front of the both of you. Leave them out in the open, free to be judged and assessed by your boyfriend.

At first, you liked his kindness. You liked his warm heart and his gentle persona.

But the longer you loved him, the more you realized that it just… wasn’t enough.

You, with your sharp jabs. And him, with his soft edges.

It was like two worlds, constantly clashing together to meet at the center of a dangerous, unfamiliar storm.

Most of the time, you ignored the urges - you ignored the way you wanted him to react in some other way than coy smiles and shy laughs. He was a sweet man. But you were starting to realize that the sweet was becoming too cloying - it was too strong for you, and you finally cracked beneath the sugariness of it all.

On countless occasions, he’d bring you breakfast in bed the morning after you had been out clubbing the night before. You’d make a colossal mess of things at the huge parties, getting upset at everything and everyone in your drunken state. Only to have him come in and save you from it all, carrying you away and back home to your shared apartment.

And the next day, as he sat there in bed with you, watching as you chewed on the baked goods he had made for you, he’d act as if nothing had ever happened. Like you making a scene at the local club wasn’t a big deal and it didn’t anger him in the least bit that you were out so late at night without him.

Every time he made you such a comforting meal so early on a weekend morning, it only made you more furious at him.

Because you wanted him to react.

You wanted him to get angry at you, for blatantly ignoring your well-being and safety.

You wanted him to punish you, irrevocably. In more ways than one.

But instead, he brushed soft fingers through your hair, offering up quiet words of ease. Instead, he’d sit there and watch you eat until you were done - making sure you got enough food and water into your system.

“So, what, you want me to be an angry, abusive asshole to you all of the time?” Felix asked, tone incredulous and rising a bit in his irritation. And good, you wanted him to be mad. You wanted to finally get a rise out of him. “I seriously don’t understand what you’re saying right now- do you want me to treat you like shit all of the time?”

“No!” You finally shouted, the tears starting to prick at the edges of your eyes, making things go fuzzy around the edges. Felix was standing nearby, in the dining room, while you were still there in the kitchen, clutching onto the marble countertop for dear life. “I just- I just want you to stop being so nice all of the time. You- you hug me when I-”

Felix was moving then, rounding the kitchen island and trying to draw close to you. He reached out with an arm, wanting to hold onto you. But you pulled away from him, backing up a few steps with your heart pounding in your chest and the breath catching in your dry throat.

“What is it that you truly want, angel?” His voice was quiet again. Like how it always got when you were yelling at him and he was preparing to not yell back at you.

And the realization that he wasn’t going to get angry at you - like how he always did during most of your arguments - just heightened your fury. Suddenly, you were seeing so much crimson in your rage. It blurred his face, painting his slim figure in a blurb of silky brushstrokes.

“I- I want you to kiss me - make me lose my breath - instead of hugging me and telling me sweet things!” You burst out, a shudder running down the length of your spine as you finally told him one of your deepest longings.

You were like a column of fire. Always burning brightly, red, and wanting so much passion. Whereas, he was a cool vat of water. Soothing and gentle, calculated with his movements and words.

But you didn’t want that anymore.

You couldn’t put up with it any longer. You had already tolerated it for so long…

The lazy days in his arms, the nice sentiments from his lips, the gentle love-making.

When in reality, you wanted him to take control of everything. Wanted him to guide you in all ways, demeaningly. Wanted him to lay claim to you in every possible way.

You saw the look in his eyes as the words fell from your lips then. The way they swam with uncertainty, his jaw ticking as he processed everything.

“Just forget it,” you said, already shaking off the growing argument and beginning to back away from him further. The fight was rapidly leaking out of your soul, draining you into a weak pile of hurt and raw emotions. “It’s stupid anyway…”

As you fled from the kitchen and neared the dining room, you heard footsteps pound on the wooden floor behind you. Trying to ignore it all, you rounded the modestly-sized table that you and Felix frequently ate at during the week.

Then, a hand was grabbing hold of your wrist. Fingers digging into your flesh, and forcefully spinning your body around. Pushing you back so that your ass hit the edge of the dining table.

Felix was upon you in an instant, practically breathing fire down on you. His face was but a few mere centimeters from yours, so close, yet not close enough. He gaped down at you, gaze stormy and lips squeezed into a firm line.

He was the opposite of how you had always seen him - how you had always known him as. Almost like, a switch had suddenly been flipped and what was now before you was a Lee Felix that you had yet to discover.

“I can be so mean to you if that’s what you want,” he whispered, voice low as death and gravelly. You swallowed around the lump that was beginning to form in your throat, heart beating against your ribcage as he leaned into your further, mouth nearing your jawline but not touching your skin. “You want me to stop being all soft and nice? Stop calling you by sweet names?” His lips neared the shell of your ear, his warm breath fanning against the exposed skin of your neck. “You want me to call you filthy things? React to you with punishments? So be it, you dirty little slut.”

His teeth caught onto your earlobe, biting down and tautening the air right out of your lungs. His hands were moving so fast, you had no time to react as they gripped at your hips and hoisted you up onto the dining room table. Then his fingers were imprinting into the flesh at your waist, tearing down your panties in one swift movement and throwing them off to the side as he pushed up the front of your bright-blue flowered sundress.

“F-Felix,” you gasped out, too shocked by the sudden change in his demeanor to say anything else. You were still sitting up on the table, fingers plowing into his blonde locks as he regarded your naked core desire in his eyes.

“Is this what you want? What you’ve fantasized about for so long?” He growled, one hand gripping your waist while the other trailed in between your legs. When the tips of his fingers discovered your soaked core, he shook his head in disbelief, tsking in a mocking way that caused you to squirm under his hold. “Look at you- already dripping wet just from the names alone… didn’t know you were such a whore, hmm?”

When he skirted his thumb up your slit, your eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure unlike anything you had ever felt before already starting to take over your mind. Blurring your senses, making you sensitive in all the right ways. Through your dizziness, you could feel his thumb draw circles around your puffy clit, before he was dipping a practiced finger into your heat.

“Shit, you’re so tight, gonna have to fuck this little hole right open with my cock…” His voice trailed off, and your eyes were yanked open as soon as he curled his finger, plowing into that warm, gooey spot inside of you. When he added another finger, and another, pumping in and out at a heated pace, the moans steadily began to fall from your lips. “You like that, yeah? Getting full on my fingers- bet you’d like it even more when you’re stuffed to the brim with my cum, since you’re such a cumslut for me.”

You choked on a sob, throwing your head back at the way he moved his hand, thumb digging into your inflamed clit while pressing into the warmth between your pussy lips. Mouth falling open, you felt the blood rush through your system like a crazed tidal wave, casting stars across your vision as he thrust his slim fingers between your throbbing walls. You merely shook beneath his hold, already nearing the brink of release.

It was when you felt the hand slip out between your legs, traveling up your body, that your eyes were torn open. Then, in a single beat, two strong hands were fitting around your neck, squeezing the flesh there.

You breathed out shakily through your nose, eyes widening at the way he stared down at you. His gaze dimmed to blackness, shadows dancing across his cheekbones. “Answer me, kitten,” he commanded in that deep voice of his, causing a fit of quivers to move across your skin. “Are you such a whore that you’d let me use you? Use you like my own personal plaything- fuck into you until you can’t walk or talk?”

You were nodding your head before you even understood what he was truly saying, already falling into that murky headspace once again as his fingers pressed down on your windpipes. Constricting the airflow, making you delightfully lightheaded. “Y-Yes, wanna be yours so much, make me yours, please.” You whined in a wavering voice, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the pressure around your neck.

Felix lifted his hands away from your neck, shoving his lips on your mouth, tongue roughly swiping around yours. He bit down on your bottom lip, pulling out a strangled moan from you. Then his head and hands were moving in tandem, stripping you of your dress and bralette while beginning to pepper kisses down the column of your neck.

Your fingers dug into his scalp, pulling at the blonde roots there as he bit into your skin, leaving purple and red marks everywhere his mouth touched. Then his mouth was hovering over one of your breasts, hot breath washing across your skin and shooting goosebumps on every part of you that he neared.

“No wonder why you’ve been such a bitch lately,” he chuckled darkly, hands coming around your hips and leaving faint imprints on the skin there. “You wanted to get ruined, huh? Wanted to get fucked over so bad by my cock alone…” Then his tongue was darting out, dragging kitten licks across your breast.

You pressed his face close to your chest as he lapped at your skin, teeth taking hold of your pebbled nipple and biting down. A scream fled from deep inside of you, and you squirmed in his strong hold as his tongue swiped at your skin again and again, teeth edging you ever so slowly.

“W-Wanted this so fucking much,” you mewled out, eyes forced open and watching the way his lips molded around your skin. So perfectly, so sensually. “I… I need you, Felix…”

But you had said something similar to him many times before, on the days when the two of you would make out or make love late into the night. However, this time was different. This time, you were asking him to have his way with you, to take hold of you, like you had always wanted him to do.

At that, he dragged away from your nipple, a faint popping sound dancing across the room as his tongue left your skin. A faded trail of cool, wet saliva was shining around your bud in the wake of his torture. “Well, if you hadn’t been such an ornery little slut and had actually fucking talked to me, perhaps my cock would’ve been stuffed in your pussy tonight, instead of having us arguing for the past hour.” He grunted, staring down at you with those ferocious eyes, lips already puffed from all of the kisses.

“Well, if you hadn’t been so oblivious to my hints, then maybe we wouldn’t have had to fight in the first place.” You muttered in a weak voice as Felix shoved you off the edge of the table, turning you around and bending you over the flat wooden top.

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” he said, tone thick with arousal and mirth as he landed a blow across the bare expanse of your right asscheek, making you jump in shock. “Last time I checked, fucktoys don’t talk back.” He gave your other cheek another harsh slap, drawing a squeak out of you.

You leaned forward then, bracing both hands around the edges of the table and waiting for him while you heard shuffling behind you as he shucked off his jeans. You stared down at the line of the cherry wood, brain fuzzy with so much arousal and heat. The two of you had never fucked on a table, in all of the years that you had been dating. No- usually, the sex consisted of long, drawn-out nights in bed, with sweet words flooding from his lips and quiet whines falling from yours.

Felix grabbed at your thighs, pushing your legs open and slotting himself against your heat. He dragged the tip of his cock across your folds, the swollen thing catching onto your inflamed nub and forcing your head to fall between your arched shoulder blades in agony.

When he finally slammed into you, everything around you burst into a bright crimson light. Redness flooded every part of the room, as you honed in on the way his rigid cock felt between your walls. As your rapid breaths matched the way he steadily began to move inside of you.

You felt a hand snake up the length of your spine just before fingers were threading into your hair. He tugged your head up and back, forcing you to bend slightly backward and face him as he hit into you with a crazed pace.

“Want you to scream for me, you dumb bitch,” he barked in a loud, strangled voice just as his dick hit a newfound spot inside of you, washing everything in blue sparkling stars. “Let all of the neighbors know how much you love my cock- how good I’m making you feel, how much of a useless cumwhore you are for me.”

At his commands, the moans were flooding from your lips unbidden. You peered up into his eyes, never breaking the contact there as his long, hard cock reached new places in your throbbing cunt that you had never discovered before. And when the curved tip of it hit that melty spot inside of you, the screams were coming out of you in choked gasps.

“That’s it…” He mused darkly, smirking at you in a demeaning kind of way. His one hand yanked at your roots, forcing tears to cloud the rims of your eyes while his other hand was busy between your legs, shoving into your puffed clit as his cock thrust in and out of your cunt at a relentless pace. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine- that this pussy is mine. Gonna fuck you so full of my cum you won’t be able to think after I’m finished with you.”

“Y-Yeah… I’m yours, you own me.” You wailed out, eyes screwing shut at the feeling of your high quickly approaching. Your walls fluttered around his cock, just aching to find some kind of release. Then his nails were digging into your scalp, thumb rubbing abusing figure-eights around your swollen clit. And just like that, you were tipping over the edge. “Want you to fill me up, please- please Lix!”

He seemed to like the begging on your part, as he pounded into your cunt with a newfound vigor. The light dimmed in the corners of your vision, as you fell over the cliffside of pure bliss. The blaze rippled through your veins, setting flame to everything in its path. You could feel Felix shutter inside of you, as he chased his own high like a rabid dog. You were reduced to but a mere pile of shaking limbs, heart pounding in your ears.

“Fuck! You fit me so well!” He shouted, gruff voice ringing out across the expanse of your apartment. The only sound that could be heard was from the two of you - with his hips slapping against your ass, cock fitting into your tight wetness. “This fucking hole- damn it, you’re so tight! Gonna fuck you so good with my cum.”

The explosiveness of his sudden orgasm only made your high that much sweeter, as he rode it out, coating your insides in stark white and filling you to the brim with his sweet, warm seed. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull at the feeling of his shivering cock inside of you, and when he leaned down into you, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the side of your exposed neck, your heartbeat fluttered in your chest. He rutted against you, fucking his essence deep between your walls.

When your heart began to slow down, and the red starriness started to fade from your mind, you found your words again - since the only thing that had fallen from your lips for the last few minutes had been an endless string of moans and cries. “That’s what I’ve always wanted, Lix. For you to just… let go of that good boy image, just for a little bit.”

You cracked your eyes open only to be met with a smirking Felix. He was staring down at you again, cheeks flushed red and lips but a mere smudge of inflated desire. “You know why I never allowed you to see that side of me, even after all of these years that we’ve been together?” He asked, a slim fingertip coming underneath your chin and drawing across the bone there as you shook your head ‘no’ in reply. “I was too worried that I’d scare you off- I was always under the impression that you liked the softness. That you liked the nice persona.”

Felix slipped out of you then, and the absence of his veiny girth being lodged deep inside of you made you a little cock-hungry for him all over again. The sound of the tip of him sliding out of you made a wet pop dance around your ears, since your pussy had had such a strong grip on him.

Nonetheless, you managed to get control of your urges and turned around to face him fully. You ran two hands up his chest. He was still clad in his oversized butter-yellow t-shirt, the one he always wore when the two of you were having a relaxing day at home on the weekend.

“I do like the bright side of you,” you said in a quiet voice, hands coming around his neck and bringing his face close to yours. “But I also like the dark side. You can have a mixture of both, yeah? Be a ray of sunshine when we’re outside, and inside… well, that’s up to you, I guess.”

“Really?” His eyes illuminated at your words, a sly grin already spreading across his mouth. He pulled your bare waist near him, and you could already feel the growing hardness there. “You’re gonna leave such power in my hands?”

You nodded slowly, leaning into him and giving his red, shiny lips a few delicate pecks. You were being completely honest with him. It’s not that you didn’t like his innocent, boyish side. You did, at certain times. But other times, you wanted him to act his age - wanted him to throw you around at home, both physically and mentally.

“Then I already know what I wanna do next…” His voice trailed off, as he quickly grabbed onto your hips, wrapping your bare legs around his waist just before he was taking off from the kitchen.

“Felix, what are you doing?” You laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder as he made his way into the bedroom with you in his arms.

He stopped in front of your bed, throwing you atop the soft mattress like you were a fucking rag doll. He shrugged as he stared down at you, the lust already beginning to fill his eyes once more. “You said I have free reign at home, right?”

You swallowed, once, having to force down the moan that threatened to flood out of you at the way he was looking at you with so much intensity. You could already feel the tension building in the room again, your wetness mixing with his drying seed and coating your thighs once more.

All you could do was nod in agreement, waiting and watching in silence, as Felix reached behind his back and ripped off his shirt, casting it off to the side. The only light source in the room came from the ajar bedroom door, where the warm, cozy kitchen lights were still shining illustriously. His sculpted abs shined in the faint glow of the bedroom, his chest rising and falling, pretty pink nipples catching your attention as he stood there in bated silence.

“Then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t breathe.” His voice ground out, ringing across your ears and sending a zap of energy right to your core.

He was upon you in the next beat, already jerking your legs wide open and sliding his body between yours. He stopped just as his face neared your dripping heat, smirking up at you with dark eyes.

“You’re a true, absolute menace, you know that?” You muttered in a strangled tone, watching with halted breath as his tongue darted out between his swollen lips.

Felix dragged the tip of it across your inner thigh, leaving a wet trail of saliva and fire in the wake of his touch. “Yeah, but you fucking love me for it.” He taunted in a lilting voice. Giving you no time to prepare then, as that perfect, red tongue of his came upon your mound, licking a long, wet stripe up the length of your cunt.

And your head fell atop the fluffy downy pillows, as your body all but melted into his touch. As your mind was flooded with thoughts of nothing but him - of how he knew you so well, of how he could pleasure you so well.

In the end, he reacted the exact way you had wanted him to. And it felt really fucking good to win such a long, and arduous battle. To have him taking action, in the way that you had always dreamed of.

Fin.

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sarioh · 6 months

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rio i miss and love you and your analysis posts. what are your thoughts on the clethubs dynamic this season (in anticipation of the new episode tmrw)

hi aleph thank you so much for giving me a green flag to just drop a 1000 word rant about clethubs also sorry i missed the deadline and also sorry about the length. anyways personally i think clethubs is what you get when you put 3 people who are burdened with Remembering in a world where no one else really seems to. like, of course the other players remember and make references to events of the past, but they don’t remember in the way these three do.

to me this is best explained through a breakdown of Trust and how it manifests between each of them indiviudally. etho, especially, is so distrusted by most of the server. he’s a schemer, he has a reputation of being really unreadable and also unpredictable, but if you actually try to understand him it’s really easy to see that he’s actually the most straightforward person alive. he operates purely on debts and repayments. not debts in a trade sense—those are a business transaction and subject to being logically dissected and exploited. but debts in an emotional sense. etho offered grian mercy in limited life because of the diamond sword in episode 1, which grian had forgotten about entirely all the while etho had been biding his time and waiting for a chance to repay it all season.

cleo is the only person on the server who seems to really understand this part of etho, and therefore is the only person who seems to be able to read his true intentions. not only that, but she's the only one who really seems to approach the concept of loyalty in the same way. in the life series, alliances are feeble and fleeting, and for the most past actions hold no bearing in the future. it doesn’t matter what happened 5 episodes ago—if you’re not on my side now, you’re against me. there’s no such thing for cleo—loyalty and betrayal are not just momentary states of being. if you took something dear from me 5 episodes ago, i will never fully allow myself to need you again. even if we're in the final five and our survival depends on each other.

cleo and etho were direct antagonists in the last season and have no reason to trust each other now, but they trust openly despite it because better than most they understand the burden of a debt unpaid, and the burden of remembering in a way that no one else seems to. to them, loyalty isn’t about who you arbitrarily align yourself with, it’s a gesture. it’s “you gave me an extra pair of diamond leggings 3 episodes ago for no reason when you could’ve given it to your allies and now you have no idea that youre in my good books forever.” you can be on opposites ends of a war from someone but if they extend you a moment of mercy, well, how are you supposed to forget that? how are you not supposed to spend the rest of your life repaying that? they both subconsciously keep lists, not just of people they want to kill (like so many other players seem to), but of people who have extended a hand to them in a time where it didn't really make sense to. of gestures that were silently meaningful towards people they care about. "i trust you because bdubs trusted you" etc etc.

it makes so much sense that cleo and etho would both go immediately to becoming sworn allies this season after being bitter enemies in the previous series. because they both understand that there’s no such thing as fleeting alliances, and when they've decided to choose each other, it’s more than just a shared base or a team name—it’s something unshakable. it’s a thousand debts you take turns repaying.

and then theres bdubs, where remembering takes a different form entirely. for him, remembering manifests as shared history. if i chose you before, really chose you, then i’m going to choose you again and again and again. i’m going to hover in your orbit even if you don’t choose me the next time, because you and i both know what we had, even if we’re not supposed to acknowledge it. “that was a different universe, this is a different world. you’re just cleo” but i’m going to spend the rest of the episode hovering longingly by your base anyways. “this is our old thing, if it comes down to it we don’t betray each other” because the loyalty created its roots years ago and has been growing out of control ever since. you ask bdubs where his team is and he shifts uncomfortably and refuses to explicitly call them his allies, insisting that they just showed up around him but he's not really sure.

and just like etho, the other players never fully trust bdubs. he’s fickle with his loyalty and seems to be a split decision away from turning on his friends at any second, but cleo and etho both know that’s not really true either. their trust towards him comes from that Remembering, that fundamental understanding of shared history.

for etho, it’s the push and pull. it’s the knowing that we go so far back that what happens in between never really matters. you got caught in an explosion or a trap that i set in your base? well, good thing we have a hundred more lives to play with so we can just laugh it off like we always do. a stray explosion or a firing squad aren’t an act of betrayal, any more than a mocking comment about your height or a casual threat of violence. and when it really matters, we both know we’d put down our swords.

for cleo, it’s something unshakeable. bdubs, the known traitor of 3rd life, was fiercely protective of her and her alone. so she’s never wary of him the same way anyone else is—she knows that when bdubs really chooses you, then you’re marked for life.

so yeah. clethubs is three guys who share the burden of remembering. and also have some kind of unspoken understanding of each others motives and intentions that no other player seems to have concretely picked up on. but in a way that ultimately just culminates in them acting like freaks around each other and not actually making any direct effort to team mostly because, as usual, etho and bdubs have no idea how to communicate their intentions directly and sincerely like normal people and instead opt to hover in the fringes of each others alliances and make really weird and loaded comments . Anyways

#um this is so long. and also so meandering and makes no sense probably #also realizing i kinda missed the point of ur question you said this season. i just made a general clethubs rant #i havent made an analysis post in like years but i hope this makes sense anyways. i think about them a lot #i have a fever sorry #also HI ALEPH I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU TOO #clethubs

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seasurfacefullofclouds1 · 2 months

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what do you think harries main issues with louis are? i’m a newer louie and i can’t wrap my head around why they are so hateful toward him. i understand liking what you like and disliking what you dislike but? louis has never ever spoken ill of harry and he stays in his lane. i don’t understand why they care so much and go out of their way to be mean to him. just yesterday the beatles biopic news came out so people then said they want something like this for 1d and a bunch of harries were tweeting stuff like "louis theater would be empty" , "louis would only make 1 us dollar at the box office" , "two of the movies would flop" and the same person that tweeted that then would reply being like "i never mentioned louis but see how they’re jumping me…" like stop being fucking obtuse we know how you guys operate???? this was kind of a lot but i just don’t understand what their problem is. maybe they’re just being hateful for fun but i can’t let it not irk me. i try to ground myself and be like …'whatever louis is talented and loved!' but it still eats at me and i think its mainly because i just don’t understands where they are coming from. i understand harries have a large ego due to harry’s own success but its still confusing

The reason, I think, boils down to this.

“We all have our own hardcore fan base that almost work as an extension of our personalities. I am lucky in that everywhere I go & every gig I play, the type of fanbase that I have is so intense that it creates for such an amazing atmosphere.” - Louis Tomlinson, TMRW magazine.

Harry’s brand, his approach to entertainment, is to define success by social climbing and wealth. This ethos defines Harry’s every public action. Harry Styles will never appear with a book just because he likes to read. Every celebrity he shows up with is there to promote and be promoted. Harry will wear clothing and jewelry like a billboard. His entire existence is to be a billboard. A new ring? It’s to promote something. New tattoo? Promoting something. Harries and Larries take this cue unconsciously, so they internalize Harry’s values of greed and power, using other people as they use him.

Harry’s interactions with his fans are always warm from the stage in front of cameras, but otherwise he’s distant, untouchable, unreachable. He’s available only to influencers and others who can promote him, to people who pay for access (Lane One, DEMAND), to the famous and wealthy. Harry Styles has truly exemplified (his friends) the Kardashians’ Principle: publicity, publicity, publicity. His fans learn from his behavior. They understand that in Harryverse, money and power are the ultimate values. Those who have less power and wealth are to be abused. Harry makes jokes at his ex-bandmate’s expense (Ringo etc.), and his fans are simply an extension of his personality.

Louis’ ethos is, in many ways, the complete opposite of Harry’s. Louis is in a position to sell VIP and dynamically priced tickets, and to charge for meet & greets, but (to Matt Vines’ frustration) he won’t. Louis has openly criticized “greedy fuckers” in the industry. Louis tends to avoid those in entertainment who play the social climbing game— he stays away from Ben Winston and James Corden, who are great friends with Harry, and to whom Niall sucks up. We might get frustrated that Louis doesn’t backslap and gladhand, but that is Louis’ principle. During the pandemic, Louis made Twitter videos advocating care “for the most vulnerable in Doncaster” and championed food aid for poor children. Meanwhile, Harry biked with Rande Gerber, drove in a convertible with Kendall Jenner, debuted a romance with Olivia Wilde in LA at the height of COVID deaths, and went to Michelin starred restaurants in Italy. Louis featured a grieving widower in his music video, Two Of Us, not an A-list celebrity or TikTok influencer nor wearing designer clothes he’s paid to advertise. Louis’ work ethic is basically to let the work speak for itself, not to sell it on the basis of marketing. This is exactly opposite to what Harry does.

When interviewers ask Louis and Harry questions, they are reflecting this difference in ethics. They interview Harry obsequiously, as if they are themselves subservient and inferior. They interview Louis from a position of power, ready to abuse him. They understand the hierarchy as well as fans do. The interviewers aren’t better or worse people than either men; they just act differently in front of them because of their industry power. Nothing illustrates the difference better than comparing two men from the same band.

Fans understand this dynamic very well. Harries are often the people in society who want to win at any cost, and they feel vicariously victorious if they stan Harry Styles, and even more so if they can piggyback onto Harry’s and his team’s contempt for others who are not as wealthy or powerful. Nothing illustrates this better than abusing the blacklisted ex-bandmate.

#harry styles #louis tomlinson

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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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!Spending Your Birthday With Akutagawa!

(Pt 1)(this is part 2)(pt 3{comin tmrw!})

scenario:- its your birthday and akutagawa wants to do something nice

pairing:- akutagawa x gn!reader

Akutagawa wouldnt really be all that into it tbh

Like he just doesnt get why people would make such a fuss about the day they were brought into this endless struggle of a rat race

But when he sees how excited you get,he thinks that maybe,just maybe, makin an effort to keep that smile on your face wouldn’t be too pointless

He asks higuchi what he should do(OMG HIGUCHI MY LOVE IM SORRY) (also we all know that no matter what,higuchi wants him to succeed.... ITS TRAGIC BRO)

And she ofc has amazing ideas but um akutagawa is just a liiittle bit lost (insert wan face)

But in the end even the black lizard team help him

Ofc he didnt ask em( HE DOESNT NEED HELLPPP(okay buddy sheesssh))

Gin and higuchi picked out a present while hirotsu and tachihara got the decor

Aku was just...there ig? He kindaaa(not rly) helped with the decor but once the gals were back everything was set

They just needed u

And when u got back to a pitch black room,you were confused as FUCKK but a second later they all Jumped out and shouted

SURPRISE !!!!!!!

you were obviously taken by surprise!

And as the night went on tachihara and higuchi goT WASTEDDD while gin and hirotsu were the designated adults :’)

At the end of it all (higuchi and tachi had to be carried back😭) akutagawa took your hand and led you to the rooftop of the building

You were OBVIOUSLY confused all over again and i mean

Rightfully so

But when you finally got your destination you were blown away by the simple yet charmingly perfect set up

Fairy lights hung over a blanket with more blankets and pillows and a picnic basket (no wonder the fuxker wasnt helpin earlier he had just done this!) you were practically tearing up which had HIM confused

WHY WERE YOUUU CRYIN??? WAS IT RLY THAT BADD???

But when you practically tackled him with a hug(something only you were allowed to do fyi) while thanking him over and over,her realized you were

HAPPY crying

And let me tell you

Boi was reallyyyy proud of himself

He then took your hand,and led you to the blanket where you talked and had your lil picnic and sure enough you started to fall asleep soon after

He laid you down before joining you himself and like

EIGHT HOURS LATER you woke up tangled together;his coat wrapped the two of you up in a lil makeshift burrito

Your first words to him that morning were “thank you that was the best birthday ever” and at that moment his heart raced with how pure pride and happiness.

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

Tag list open for anyone who wants!

#akutagawa ryunosuke x reader #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa headcanons #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #akutagawa fluff #bsd fluff #bsd x gn!reader #akutagawa oneshot #akutagawa x gn!reader #📚jaya’s tales #bsd fanfic #akutagawa fanfic #akutagawa x reader hcs #bsd hcs #bsd oneshot

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elsfairy · 1 year

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Maybe something about Sevika kinda just trying to get you to calm down or help you while you're stressing out over a really important work event or some sort of important test.

Totally not because I have a really important test tmrw that I'm stressing tf out over-

she's patient with you. you're always stressing over something important to you. if she can sense this, which she can always tell when you're stressing or overworking yourself, she's stepping in. She knows that you need everything ready for a certain day, at a certain time but she can't stand to see you lose your sleep or worsen your mental over. so she's there, taking away whatever you're working on with ease & putting it to the side, not to stop you from working, but to just let you have a break. She didn't like you feeling low over it. "Shh, just 5 minutes okay? you've been overworking yourself for the past 3 hours, I've been able to make dinner, clean the kitchen up, and somehow managed to take a shower within that time. you need to take a minute and breath, okay baby?"

when you're stressed, you become more emotional, and then you're crying. she didn't like that. she didn't like seeing you so low, and stumped because of how much work you had to do. how much it was affecting you. so simply, she would gently place your head in the crook of her neck, to give you that moment. the moment of something so stress-free and enjoyable. keeping her close to you. "You're doing great Sweetheart, just slow down a little, for me okay? don't like when you worry. you're gonna be just fine. you've done so much work, I believe in you. the paper will be right there when we're done"

Sevika will help with whatever you need. if you need someone to read through your notes, she's doing it. If you need her to write stuff down that you list off, that you need, then she's already grabbing the pen from your overly cramped one and doing it for you. she'll leave you curled up on her lap, rubbing your back with her mechanical hand, while her other is writing everything you're talking about. "see? don't have to stress angel, you just need to give yourself a break once in a while. don't like when you cry, my pretty girl shouldn't cry. I'll do whatever to help you feel less stressed, you know that right?"

"I know.. thank you Vika.."

"Always Sweet, now let's just do this then you need to sleep. You've been working for like 6 hours, you need rest to ace this tomorrow. i say ace it because you're smart, and i know you got this."

she's literally awake most of the night just to make sure you don't pick up that paper again, she needs you to rest :( but knowing you, you're already knocked out on her lap before she can even get to the bedroom so it puts her at ease knowing you'll get a good rest.

as an extra, she's making you pancakes in the morning with a note;

Look, I know you're probably stressing already but don't. you're going to be fine, you've worked so hard, you've done everything so please go easy on yourself. don't stress my girl out, she deserves a break. I love you, Sweetheart ♡

a/n: you're going to do amazing on your test! make sure to stay hydrated, give yourself breaks in between, and remember, you're amazing.

#anon #sevika imagine #sevika x you #arcane sevika #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika drabble

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I'll tell you a story you did not asked for. So i have two frnds both of them are like besties who were bench partners in college so they're pretty close to e/o. One of them is close to me too say the name as A. Now since A nd B were from same class and bench partners everyone knew they're pretty close and always together so they used to say anything to e/o and all used to joke all the time and now in that B has many times said things which hurted A but A never ever said anything about that to B so the things always continued like that. Thing is even tho A and B are Clearly very close to e/o there are still many things which B said to A that made A angry, sad and hurt many times and A still never said that to B but A used to tell me those things so i know what things hurted A nd all. But whenever they meet e/o they're still besties who used to be bench partners in college and talk all the same. Point is just because someone never says something about your some insulting remarks as a frnd does not mean they don't feel hurt or insulted. Everyone needs to know their limit and should stay in that cause you never know what could her the next person.

All the things you linked in that post... there's nothing in there that I haven't seen before since that has my bias in it so yes i do watch og content Cause I'm not interested in watching bickering content on YouTube.

There's a limit to some of the things you say which count as bickering but when it crosses that line it becomes insulting more than just bickering.

Since you put together all of the times yg praised jm let's do how many times yg has praised jk or hobi and see which list out of these three goes longer.

Despite him wanting to do a song with jm, jm still wasn't the one he did the vocal guide from and yes he praised jm's vocals yrs back but does that change the fact he currently thinks jungkook is the best vocalist? No. thing is now if i start pulling out receipts from the times jm was complimenting other members and was being supportive of them you and I we both know that the list will be the longest one cause it doesn't take much for jm to praise his members. if he can he would praise them for simply existing cause that's how he is. in comparison to what jm does for others i honestly don't see anyone can stand against him when it comes to praise them so if they praise him once in a while I'm not gonna gag over that but it's appreciative. Those thing you listed are the things in between 10+ years so i don't find big deal. I didn't say he never compliments jm i said it's hard for him to compliment jm when he does a good job at it when it comes to others like jk.

Anyways, idt you'll post this ( that is if you even read this) infact I'm saying don't since I'm off twitter from tmrw so yeah.

Sorry you have bad friends. Don't project that onto BTS and their relationships together though. Your friend told you that the other guy makes them feel bad. Has jimin told you the same thing? No? Then you are still assuming things. So don't be an ass and let it go, okay?

And regardless of how you are phrasing things, you are still wrong. He doesn't have a hard time complimenting Jimin. Just like Jimin doesn't have a hard time and thinks it's funny when Yoongi teases him. And Jimin also doesn't have a hard time teasing Yoongi either... like for example....

"Since you put together all the times yoongi praised jimin..."

No I didn't. I gave a FEW examples. Just a few. That I thought of off the top of my head. Bro, you gotta unclench.

"It's examples over 10 years, so it doesn't matter to me"

your examples are also over 10 years, so they don't matter to me either I guess? Lol cmon. Grow up. You don't get to belittle their relationship. It's not your place. They don't have to be your favorite duo, but sit down and let it go. They love each other and they support each other so fully and when one isn't in the mood for teasing or needs geniune words and support, they have it in each other always. They are constantly showing up for each other. That's what matters too. Their relationship and friendship is not yours. So don't be so worried about it, okay?

Enjoy your break from Twitter, try taking one from here maybe too. Sounds like it could be good for you. You sound like a tkkr bro. Like I have exact messages in my inbox at times from tkkrs just like this. Except instead of shitting on jikook, you are shitting on yoonmin. Aren't yall tired of being unhappy?

#leave my babies alone #akgaes are exhausting

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legallysoup · 6 months

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3.11.23 - friday, vendredi, fredag 18/31 of the studyblr community challenge

camp withdrawal </3

things i did today:

🌼literally nothing because i just got back 🌼unpacked nearly all my bags 🌼washed and hung out all my dirty clothes 🌼made a list of things to do tmrw bc i cbb

things i will try to do tomorrow:

🍃photography analysis 🍃study for economics test in two weeks 🍃revise for minerals validation 🍃research for a food tech essay 🍃finish unpacking

things i did for me today:

🌧️spent most of the day vibing at camp (it was really fun) 🌧️ate more chocolate than probably advisable but oh well 🌧️talked to some new people today

day eighteen: tag someone who makes you think more deeply about things

@nyxscave you don't have many posts but talking with you and your asks are always great <3

ugh my hair is so gross oh no i really have to wash it

i think my group has elected me as the resident stoner/alcoholic (/j i am very much legal and do neither) like wtf guys

im so tired all my friends got heat exhaustion i am afraid.

have a lovely night everyone <3 -tay :]

#good soup #studyblr #studyblr challenge #studyblr community challenge #langblr #language learning #french #norwegian #chaotic academia #aesthetic #academia #green #green aesthetic #sage #sage aesthetic #studyspo #student life

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iantimony · 1 month

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tuesday!

another two-weeker because i forgor last week but it's not actually that beefy

listening: metric albums formentera from 2022 and formentera ii from 2023 are full of good earworms. favorite songs: all comes crashing, enemies of the ocean, oh please; just the once, days of oblivion, who would you be for me ... idk all of formentera ii is really really good. easily could list all those songs as favorite. just love a good synth! just incredibly catchy albums.

i got back into the podcast sweetbitter; i listened to the first season on sappho not long after it started, but fell off when they started season 2 on pirates. i'm listening to that one now and i'm enjoying it! i'm a little leery of season 3's topic (christian bible) but i feel like they do a good and sensitive job of covering information in general. the podcast hasn't actually updated in ages which is interesting, i'm not sure if they're just on hiatus or if it's like...done? i can't seem to find any information on it, there are some tweets that were posted on reddit about it that are now deleted, maybe there was a falling out??? it's possible they say something in the most recent episode (may of last year) about a hiatus but it's not in the episode notes...in any case, god i hate the ads they have. they're so stuck in my head in the worst way possible. 0/10 on that front. get that coin but please choose less obnoxious/a wider variety of ads (i know that's not always in their control but yk).

reading: finished mdzs. restarted svsss but it's been sideburnered for a few days while i play catchup on work.

watching: finished kill la kill with the boyf...am caught up to dunmesh...been passively absorbing the black list because my roommate has been watching it...

playing: fallow but i really wanna do disco elysium soon for Real

making: pottery has been on a planned 2-week break between sessions so no reports here! i did go in briefly for open studio to attach a handle and re-trim some of my citrus juicer. otherwise, really haven't done much...i restrung a necklace for my mom as a birthday gift a few weeks ago, and i have been drawing a little again! some dunmeshi fanart, some concepts for a painting i want to do.

eating: fairly boring - two weeks ago was in florida with my grandma and that eating is always notably bland. last week my roommate and i fuck-it-we-balled a bit so it was a lot of tuna salad and adjacent things, this week we got some more recipes rolling in though. last night we did a off-the-cuff vaguely-thai rice noodle and tofu thing that was real yummy but not the most filling because there was like no fat in it. definitely could use a different protein or something to juice it up.

misc: doing okay! valiantly played homework catch-up this past week! excited to go back to pottery tmrw, thinking about upcoming wedding gifts to make!

#tuesdayposting #Spotify

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