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lunarlianna · 1 year

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Aphrodite asteroid

Aphrodite asteroid ( 1388): The name comes from the Greek Goddess Aphrodite, she was the Goddess of fertility, beauty, love and passion. In astrology the asteroid it’s also known for these specific traits, the asteroid can be found between the planet Mars and Jupiter and the orbit period it’s for almost 6 years. If this asteroid makes a close aspect (best are conjunctions) to your Asc or inner planets you may be blessed with beauty and magnetism. When evolved this asteroid can manifest as being in touch with your divine feminine, as being compassionate, generous and having sex-appeal, when it’s underdeveloped, the traits manifested are: vanity, sexual manipulation, obsession over beauty standards.

Aphrodite in Aries or at 1°, 13°, 25°/1st house: you have a magnetic personality, very fiery and independent. You may be very active or like physical activities, very sexual as well. Confident and bold you look good in colours red, orange or yellow. If it’s in the 1st house you may give off major goddess vibes but you need to be mindful and not fall into your more narcissistic tendencies. Be careful not to get addictive to adrenaline.

Aphrodite in Taurus or 2°, 14°, 26°/2nd house: Very soft and sensual energy, people are just simply mesmerized by you. High feminine energy, you may have a very classic glamours style, may prefer more earthly tones, green is the colour to go in your case. You may be very fertile and if in aspect with Uranus can mean unexpected pregnancies. You may have a beautiful neck or like to wear scarfs and necklaces. IF in 2nd house you may be materialistic and dramatic.

Aphrodite in Gemini or 3°, 15°, 27°/3rd house: you may be very expressive and have a lot of facial expressions. Vibrant personality and chatty, you may change our style quite often and have beautiful hands, if in conj with mercury this may give you a beautiful voice or high peached voice. Avoid drama and gossip. Words are your biggest weapon since you can sweet talk yourself out of any situation. Colours that work best for you are purple tones and light blue.

Aphrodite in Cancer or 4°, 16°, 28°/4th house: you are very graceful and emotional driven. Very calm personality, fertility it’s also very high with this placement. You can be a jealous partner and quite possessive. You may have roundly shape features, you may prefer silk and pearls. Colours that look good on you are white or shades of white and dark blue. You may prefer your home to be very warm and welcoming to everyone.

Aphrodite in Leo or 5°, 17°, 29°/5th house: you bring a positive and optimistic energy. Very creative, you may like to do a lot of DIY. You are a proud person and you know how beautiful you are. You may have a big ego or behave from the ego rather than your heart when this asteroid is underdeveloped. Colours that work for you best are gold and yellow. You may like to have a collection of jewelleries, especially with rare stones.

Aphrodite in Virgo or 6°, 18°/6th house: you may have a very clean style and very sharp features but youthful looking. You may have great recommendation for books or movies. Colours that work best for you are brown, light green and light yellow. If in 6th house or at 18 degrees you may be prone to eating disorders and body dysmorphia. You may also have an obsession with skincare routines and some of you may prefer to follow a career in chemistry.

Aphrodite in Libra or 7°, 19°/7th house: you may have very beautiful, glamours skin and hair. You style if very romantic and chic, you may be very flirtatious also. As personality you can be charming, well-mannered and very dreamy. You enjoy having a lot of accessories and clothes. At home you may like to have a lot of plants or flowers, very cottages style home. Colours that are best for you can be shades of purple and blue. Also, you may enjoy the coffee smell and have coffee-based perfumes.

Aphrodite in Scorpio or 8°, 20°/8th house: very seductive and magnetic energy, you can give of femme fatal vibes. You may be fit looking or enjoy being fit. Colours that work best for you are dark red, burgundy and black. If conj Mars/Uranus you can have a lot of sexual kinks or experiment a lot in the bedroom. You may have a very intense glaze or siren like eyes. You may have the tendency to be possessive over your partner and overbearing. Try too not be very vindictive.

Aphrodite in Sagittarius or 9°, 21°/9th house: you may be very thick, especially around the thighs. You may have a very care-free personality and adventures. You may give off guru-like vibes and people want to follow you everywhere. You may have a high libido and be very fertile. Colours that work best for you are shades of red and purple. You may attract a lot of jealousy from others. It’s best for this placement to know when to take breaks since you may have the tendency to exaggerate with anything.

Aphrodite in Capricorn or 10°, 22°/10th house: your style it’s classic and very well put, old money vibe. You may have a very feminine energy but very intimidating. You may have high standards when it comes to your partners and you have traditional values. You may have beautiful bone structure and tall. Colours that work best for you are black, grey or dark green. You may choose a career where you have to help people or animals.

Aphrodite in Aquarius or 11°, 23°/11th house: your energy is electric and fluid like water, a bit mysterious and provocative. You may be very skinny or tall and your hair is thick or long. You are a trend setter and you dress accordingly, sometimes people find your style a bit quirky as well. Shades of blue are you to go colours. You could be great at public speaking and usually friend come to you for advice. You may become a beauty social media influencer.

Aphrodite in Pisces or 12°, 24°/12th house: your style it’s very artistic and sometime you may try to create your own clothing. You may like the purple shades and you may have a lot of accessories that are seashells or with sea symbols. You may have a very beautiful voice especially if it’s in a good aspect with the Moon or Neptune. Very kind hearted and loving personality. Be careful to don’t be delusional and of any type of addictions.

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two-white-butterflies · 1 year

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illicit affairs | am. targaryen

Description: It was forbidden to fall for a man like him - but you were never the type to control the urges of your heart. Aemond Targaryen has been married to his wife Alys Strong for the past decade. It all started when he was 18, and she was 27. Pairing: Aemond Targaryen/Kpop!Reader Face Claim: Jennie Kim Rating: 16+ (dark suggestive themes, mentions of grooming, internet sexism, domestic abuse, child abuse and cyberbullying)

Everything about him was the color green - his scent of warm peaches and lemongrass, his eyes that had a hint of sea green in them, his zodiac sign - gemini and his crooked thinking that managed to lure you in. He was a married man - and the media would fry you at the tiniest sound of you being around him - but it wasn't enough to keep you apart. You move the blanket up your torso - covering your heavy breasts.

He looked innocent when he slept - his eyes were slightly narrowed, eyebrows merging into each other, and his mouth was slightly ajar. He was peaceful - completely oblivious of the world around you. Your hands snake towards his chest, providing him with a warm embrace.

You would give the world to be Alys Strong. You would kill to have him beside you every night without the fear of being caught. "Darling," he breathed - slowly stirring awake. He burned for you - he craved you in the nights that he wasn't starving. He loved you - but he wouldn't ruin himself for it. "Good morning," you hummed - inhaling his minty scent.

"What time it is?" he groaned, staring at the digital alarm clock on his bedside. It was 8am, and he could already hear the people moving around his trailer. "Filming will begin in a few hours," he breathed, reminding you that there could be other people around you. "A few hours more for us, then." you buried your face on the crook of his neck. It would be nice to forget about the world.

"You're right," he smiled - slithering his hands deeper into your waist. He doesn't know why he's cheating on his wife with you, when he could easily divorce his wife and be with you openly. He couldn't do it - he couldn't get rid of Alys. Alys has known him since he was six. She was his brother-in-law's sister, and she was part of their inner circle. His reputation would be ruined - with or without the knowledge of his infidelity.

In spite of the power that his wife held over him - he couldn't stop thinking about you. He couldn't stop visiting you. "How long are we going to keep doing this?" you inquired - itching for the feeling of release. You didn't want to be anyone's secret. You wanted to love him - and you knew that he wanted the same. "Please divorce her, she's doing more harm than good." you closed your eyes.

She's known him since he was a little boy - that was weird for you.

"We have a son, (Your Name), I don't think I can abandon him." he reasoned - trying to not show his fear of Alys. "Won't he be happier? You keep telling me that you're fighting with her all the time." you argue. You couldn't stand being his mistress.

He closed his eyes - taking a deep inhale.

"Please give me time to think about it." he begged.

aemonddefender it's funny how i suddenly support cheating now that aem's doing it

arthurkerry: BITCH WHATT?? -aemonddefender: someone from tiktok saw that y/n and aemond were walking around harrods (holding hands and laughing) -arthurkerry: I HATE Y/N'S DANCING BUT I KINDA LIKE HER NOW, everything to free aemond from his grandmother 😭

Y/N L/N AND AEMOND SMITH CHEATING RUMORS EXPLAINED.

Member of Blackpink Y/N L/N and Aemond Smith have both been trending over tiktok and twitter for the weekend because of an alleged fan that saw them together in a popular british shop. According to CelebrityGossip, the rumors started after a tiktok user posted a video of the alleged couple walking around in Harrods.

Aemond Smith is noted to be married to the infamous scandal baby of Lyonel Strong - but due to the pretty major age-gap and icky beginning of the relationship, his fans are not fond of his wife.

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y/nlikesflowers: 'Argentine' movie premiere afterparty. I had an amazing time with my cast members, I hope that ya'll love the movie. #Argentine #Y/NL/N #Movie2023 #Argentine2023

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MirandaStockings: PLEASE CONFIRM THE RUMORS

Y/Nkorea: 예뻐요 언니 💗 - y/nlikesflowers: 감사합니다 🥰

almond'stoysreview: Let's get rid of Alys (translation for u: Alys라는 할머니를 없애자) -y/nlikesflowers: ㅋㅋㅋㅋ😭

aemonddefender BYE IT'S CONFIRMED so I'm going to make this ANNOUNCEMENT for Miss Y/N

Dear @y/nlikesflowers, pls take aemond and put him in your custody, amen. if you do this then we will all stream your comeback song and never make fun of your dancing again. yours forever and ever, aemond's fans.

Panic began to flood Aemond's features - seeing that his phone was currently bombarded by messages from his wife. His phone rings - and he picks up immediately, not spending another second. He was scared that his wife would yell at him - and threaten to keep his son away again. "What is this I'm reading about?" Alys' tone showed that she was fuming with rage. "What is it?" he tried his best to stay calm, but his hands began shaking. "That fucking girl you're working with - are you cheating on me?" Alys asked, voice growing dark and dim.

A sigh escaped his mouth - he couldn't lie to save himself.

"I think we should take some time off," he bit the inner corners of his cheeks. He wished that you were here beside him - comforting him. "Time off? We're fucking married and I'm stuck here with your son." her voice dripped with venom.

He clenches his fists - swearing that he'd regain his confidence and not cower underneath his wife's questioning. "Our son." he reminded, and that seemed to switch something deep in her psyche. "Fuck you." she yelled at the phone - screaming insults in her mother tongue. He had no doubt that she'd kill him. "Alys calm down," he stuttered, fearing that he'd do something to Aegon.

"No you calm the fuck down." she replied - gritting her teeth and throwing a piece of object in the other direction. "Are you drunk?" he inquired, knowing that she had violent tendencies. "Listen, if your mother doesn't pick Aegon up - then you're going to see him in the police station. I'm not a fucking nanny, you take care of your son." she cursed - trying to lower her voice by a few decibels.

The same panic began to rise through his lungs.

"Alys, don't you do a damn thing to my son!" his yelled - feeling his heart pump through his chest. His hands shakingly reach for his burner phone, dialing his mother's number - and praying to the gods that she'd pick up. "I'm not doing anything to him," her voice thinned - feigning innocence. "I'll fucking kill you, bitch." he threatened - and she hangs up.

"-I'll fucking kill you, bitch." he hears his voice echo through the screen, his PR Manager had that deadly glare on her face. Myrna clears her throat, turning the television off.

"The cheating rumors were alright - but this? Kill me, Aemond." she groaned, feeling a headache form in the back of her brain.

"You have to understand that she was about to hurt our son." he buried his face in his palms, still high from the adrenaline that last night gave him. He wasn't aware that Alys would double cross him - but that girl's anger brought her to do the deadliest of crimes.

"- but she didn't and now you're fighting a public trial. You're about to get cancelled, Aemond."

"I don't give a fuck about cancel culture, my son could've died."

"What do you want me to do? I can't salvage your reputation."

"Tell them the truth."

ALYS STRONG ATTEMPTS TO RUIN AEMOND SMITH'S REPUTATION.

In a recent interview with 'The Hollywood Gossip' a voice mail was given by an 'anonymous' source, but an insider claims that it was Alys Targaryen.

The Aem-Y/N cheating rumors have been viral since the start of this month, now the angry housewife is trying to burn bridges and ruin her husband's reputation. According to Mrs. Alicent Targaryen, Mrs. Alys Targaryen (or should we say, future Ms. Strong.) threatened to hurt her son if the rumors continued.

Police arrived on the scene past midnight and arrested Alys Targaryen.

For more updates please follow us in www.celebritygossipmag.uk

y/nlikesflowers: #flowers #chanel #khaki

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magicmikeswallower: Thoughts about Alys Strong, senpai? - y/nlikesflowers: 보안 💗 (security)

AlysTargaryenOfficialUK: Replying to the comments about me reeks of childish behavior. If you are as mature as you make yourself seem, please stay away from married men. 😊 - the wife of the married man you're with. -y/nlikesflowers: 감옥에서 전화를 사용할 수 있습니까? 💗 (you're allowed to use phones in prison?) -AlysTargaryenOfficialUK: The same way you're allowed to sleep with married men 😊 -y/nlikesflowers: i could say a lot of things that could ruin your reputation, but i'd rather not. 나랑 문제가 있으면 법정에서 만나자 💗 (If you have a problem with me, let's meet in court.)

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somethingclevermahogony · 4 months

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Character Intro! Ninma

Hello y'all! I am currently working on making a post for Shela, the winner of the poll. However before I introduce you to a secondary character I thought it would make sense that you know both of the MCs. I previously introduced y'all to Narul, if you haven't seen that yet or if you are new to my WIP check out the pinned post on my blog or click here.

Send any questions you have about either of them!

Art is the work of @faeporcelain ! i hope to do a commission or two with just Ninma in the future.

Intro continues below!

Note: Everything listed below is the case at the start of the story, and are not necessarily the case for the entirety of the book

Ninma is the youngest daughter of Hutbari, King of the City State of Labisa

Ninma was born and has spent her entire life within Labisa

Ninma is five years old though she is unusually small for her age.

Her father is King Hutbari, her mother is Zibatha (Hutbari’s 6th and youngest wife). Zibatha is the child of a Jezaai mother and a Namutian father. This makes Ninma ethnically, 50% Kishic, 25% Jezaai, and 25% Namutian.

Ninma has 27 siblings, of which she is the youngest

Partially due to Hutbaris desire that his children not become undully influenced by their mothers's foreign influences, Ninma spends very little time with Zibatha, and knows relatively little about her.

Despite her young age, at the insistence of her father, Ninma has been tutored on how to read and write and is quite adept at it, when she wants to pay attention at least

Ninma's favorite story or piece of literature is The Naked Lord and the Crashing Waterfall by the poet Ramu, a less than age-appropriate comedy. Much to Ninma’s displeasure, the tutor who allowed her to hear this tale was promptly banished from the palace grounds and replaced.

Ninma loves to climb and has already broken 2 fingers from various falls at the age of five.

Her favorite colors are yellow followed by red.

Her prized possession is the golden circlet which she wears on her head, given to her by Hutbari as a birthday present

Her favorite food is nubut tuntiwanash literally "ovened fish" or more simply "Baked fish". She is also quite fond of peaches, which being still new to Kishetal, introduced from the east, are an incredibly expensive delicacy.

And here is a bonus, an Excerpt from Book 1 Chapter 1

A pair of slaves wafted the king and his guests with fans of wood and parchment to cool the nobility and to shoo away the fat black flies that had a penchant for taking afternoon swims in the wine and the beer. A handful of the king’s children took seats around the pit. The king's once prolific proclivity for producing children had slowed considerably in recent years. A rumor had drifted around the palace that Hutbari had become particularly close with one of his young advisors favoring the young man's company over that of any of his wives. They often disappeared into locked chambers to discuss policy and foreign relations. These discussions must have been quite heated if the sounds the servants heard emanating from closed doors indicated anything. The king’s youngest daughter, Ninma, dipped her bread in the wine, so as to allow it to soak up the crimson liquid. No doubt the little princess was meant to be practicing her letters under the eye of a palace scholar but Hutbari was far too engrossed by the fresh bowl of wine in his hand and the scene before him to notice her.

@patternwelded-quill @flaneurarbiter @skyderman @blackblooms @roach-pizza @illarian-rambling @dezerex @theocticscribe , @axl-ul By the way if anyone wants to be put into a taglist, please let me know by replying to this or messaging me!

#writeblr #my mc #writing #fantasy #worldbuilding #queer fantasy #fantasy writing #world building #narul #testamentsofthegreensea #fantasy world #wip #wip excerpt #send asks #art

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useless19 · 6 months

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So, King Boo in Days. Where to start.

When I started writing Days, I hadn't played a Luigi's Mansion game aside from a little bit of LM1 years ago before I got too scared to continue (it had ghosts!). I still liked making references here and there to the series, since it's half the reason for Luigi's characterisation being what it is these days. I've since picked up LM3 and had fun with it. Even if I don't have a proper handle on King Boo's character yet, I think I've got the rough idea.

However, my main issue with actually putting him in is that he's a final boss and I don't want to treat him as not a final boss. Equally, using him to make Luigi look tougher while weakening Bowser wasn't what I wanted to do to those characters either - any sort of curb stomp battle is not going to happen. King Boo needed to show up but not make too much of a mess because he's not part of the main plot; his appearance isn't the catalyst for Luigi and Bowser to change how they feel about each other. Trying to balance the weight of such an important character with the planned out state of the main relationship wasn't something I thought I could do justice.

That doesn't mean I don't have ideas for when he might have shown up :D

First off, somewhen around Day 24 could've been interesting. Adding him to the melting pot of Luigi in denial, Bowser coming to terms with liking Luigi more than Peach, and Peach being at the castle while trying to make plans to take back her kingdom. It would've been such a wonderful mess, but not one that I could ever have figured out how to write (especially given how long it took me to put Day 21 together). It would've derailed the plot and I would've had to have redone a lot of what I had already written for Day 27/30.

On the other hand, Day ~11 could've been very interesting. I have way more notes about how that might go down:

The scent of fresh welds mingled nostalgically with the dusty aroma of crumbled stone. Luigi hummed, satisfied with his work, as he fitted another length of pipe into place.

We open with Luigi fixing the pipework in the baths (Bowser broke some of it in Day 9 and Luigi wanted something to do while Junior was getting some lessons). The baths are also having their monthly clean out/scrub, so there's no risk of falling in boiling water or anything like that. Luigi's having polite chit-chat here and there with the cleaners until a Boo jumps out of nowhere and scares him.

Not knowing why a Boo is around, Luigi packs up his borrowed tools and heads off to ask someone what's going on (the cleaners don't know any better than him, also Luigi doesn't pick up that the Boo is similarly confused as to why Luigi is here). He tries asking a few people, but no one really knows. Eventually he reaches the throne room, where Bowser and King Boo are chatting about something. King Boo notices Luigi, tries to portraitify him, only to miss when Bowser yanks Luigi out the way with the contract warping.

Here's the tricky part, there needs to be an argument that doesn't significantly mess with the status quo. Something roughly like this:

Bowser: That's my prisoner. King Boo: That's my nemesis! [Bowser falters somewhat] Luigi: You kidnap Mario all the time, King Boo. Bowser [rallying]: Yeah, exactly! King Boo [lying through his teeth]: I would've handed him over after I'd gotten Luigi. Bowser [lying just as much]: I'll hand him over after I've gotten Mario out the way and married Peach. Luigi: ... yay.

After that, Luigi goes back to fixing the pipes, but with a guard watching him now (ostensibly to stop him escaping, he thinks it's just for show, Bowser's actually put the guard there to make sure there's at least a witness for anything King Boo might try). King Boo shows up to threaten him. During this, one of the cleaners/the guard refers to Luigi as 'Princess' (importantly this didn't happen during the previous confrontation) and King Boo finds the whole magical marriage contract hilarious. He laments that he ignored Bowser's wedding invite because it would've absolutely made his death to see Luigi get entangled in this mess.

I think it would be interesting from there to have a proper interaction between King Boo, Bowser, and Luigi. Highlighting why Bowser and King Boo are allies and don't mess with each other's plots. Possibly getting into a bit of what Bowser's marriage means on a larger political scale. Potentially touching on Luigi's fear of ghosts and him having to figure out how to explain it without insulting one or both of the kings.

But then I don't know! I don't feel like King Boo would just leave it at that. Maybe Bowser could work out a deal where King Boo helps him find something to break the contract (maybe he's the reason Bowser went looking in the Silicarid desert)? Though he wouldn't have done it for free and Bowser might have to deal with consequences shortly after letting Luigi go in Day 30 and I wouldn't want to leave that plot thread hanging (that's not going to stop Bowser from make the deal because he has never cared about potential consequences in his life).

Part of the problem is that around this time Luigi's starting to feel comfortable in the castle. Adding the vague threat of Boos showing up whenever they like is going to kneecap that. He's also still happy to make escape attempts and this could prompt one of those (which is another mess entirely that I'd want to do justice).

By this point, Bowser has definitely noticed that Luigi is his type, but hadn't reached the point of wanting a relationship rather than just sex. He's possessive anyway, so he's not going to give up his prisoner without a fight.

So, yeah. That's my King Boo in Days thoughts. Hopefully that ramble makes sense!

#bowuigi #days #this got long #ask

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weathermanpolls · 5 months

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Jaune's Children

RWBY - 89

Ruby Rose: 32.2% = 29

Weiss Schnee: 21.9% = 19

Blake Belladonna: 19.2% = 17

Yang Xiao Long: 26.7% = 24

jNPr - 57

Nora Valkyrie: 24.5% = 14

Pyrrha Nikos: 52.8% = 30

Lian Ren: 7.5% = 4

Oliva Pine: 7.5% = 4

Paper Pleasers: 7.5% = 5 (overflow awarded to Paper Pleasers)

CmEN - 9

Cinder Fall: 40.4% = 3

Emerald Sustrai: 22.5% = 3

Neopolitan: 37.1% = 3 (statistics are fun)

Harlequinade - 52

Ilia Amitola: 12% = 6.2

Penny Polendina: 32% = 17

Ciel Soleil: 6.7% = 3

Vernal: 2.7% = 1

Melanie and Miltia Malachite: 9.3% = 6 (evened out due to the law of twins)

May Zedong: 21.3% = 11

Neon Katts: 1.3% = 1

Salem: 14.7% = 7

CfVy - 7

Coco Adel: 26.2% = 2

Velvet Scarlatina: 73.8% = 5

NDGO - 2

Nebula Violette: 50.8% = 2

Dew Gayl: 11.9% = 0

Gwen Darcy: 25.4% = 0

Octavia Ember: 11.9% = 0

SSKR - 9

Summer Rose: 27.1% = 2

Willow Schnee: 42.9% = 3

Kali Belladonna: 42.6% = 3

Raven Branwen: 11.4% = 1

Happy Huntresses - 2

Robyn Hill: 27% = 0

Fiona Thyme: 69.8% = 2

Joanna Greenleaf: 3.2% = 0

Arcest - 19

Mama Arc: 17.9% = 3

Saphron Cotta-Arc: 41.8% = 8

Terra Cotta-Arc: 31.3% = 6

Other Arc Sisters: 9% 2

MILFs - 7

Glynda Goodwitch: 72.6% = 6

Prof. Peach: 6.8% = 0

Prof. Rumpole: 1.4% = 0

Lisa Lavender: 4.1% = 0

Thisty Moms: 15.1% = 1

#rwby #jaune arc #jaune x everyone #polls

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thisnightissparkling089 · 2 months

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Everything with an 8 or a 2, plus 50 😊

2. what's your favourite colour?

Purple!

8. would you rather watch a rom-com or a drama?

Depends on my mood, but I typically choose Rom-Com's. Though, honestly, (old lady thought coming on in 3...2...1...)I feel like they don't make rom-com's like they used to in the 2000's. There used to be like 2-3 a year. The last romcom I can remember seeing is Isn't it Romantic in 2019. But I did love that one!

12. i'm giving you a plane ticket, where are you going?

My husband and I have been looking into a trip to Germany, so I'm going to go with that.

18. cotton candy or ice cream?

Ice cream. I just had some the other night from our local shop that was vanilla ice cream with reeces peanut butter cups and pretzals mixed in...😳 sooo good!

20. biggest pet peeves?

Right now, people who choose to consume Fanfiction without interacting is the first thing coming to mind.

21. describe your style/aesthetic

Well, I work from home, so it's mostly sweats or yoga pants or pjs lol. But when I'm going out, I like casual but stylish. Dark wash jeans, blazers, nice tops. In the fall/winter I love pairing outfits with a scarf. In the spring/summer I like flowy tops. Idk that I really have any kind of 'set style'

22. what's your favourite thing about yourself?

My ability to perserve. When the cards are stacked against me and I'm in a shitty situation, I never just give in. I find a way to make things better and work my way to something better.

Also, my ability to find and surround myself with genuinely good people. I like to think I'm a very good judge of character.

23. what's your favourite day of the week and why?

Well, it used to be Friday's, but now it's Tuesday's. Tuesday's are Rookie days and we all get on her and go crazy together and I smile because it's the closest I'm going to ever get to us being in a living room together hanging out and watching our favorite show together.

24. morning or night person?

Night person. I have never been and never will be an early riser.

25. tea or coffee?

Coffee in the morning, tea at night.

26. you can only read one book for the rest of your life. what book is it?

Hmmm...I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jeanette McCurdy because it was so damn impactful.

27. you're stuck in a lift with your favourite tumblr account who is it?

Listen, it's a tie right now between @sisterofficerlucychen because we could entertain each other for hours and @queseraone because you'd make friendship bracelets, and we could talk Taylor Swift for hours.

28. do you have any siblings?

1 sister. I always wished I had more!

29. what's your biggest fear?

Dying, and the uncertainty of not knowing what's on the other side.

32. what is your comfort movie/tv show?

Aside from The Rookie, The Golden Girls. I used to watch it on Lifetime with my grandmother when I was growing up. I've seen every episode hundreds of times, and I still laugh like it's the first❤️

38. what is favourite gemstone?

Sapphire, such a stunning color!

42. favourite flavour of ice cream?

The aforementioned ice cream earlier in the post. But I also like Strawberry, Cheesecake, and Cookies and Cream.

48. what's your favourite fruit?

Mangos and Peaches

50. nothing. i just wanted to say that ily. ♡

😭😭 I love you too, you're the best, and I always smile when I see your handle on my page!

#ask game #lovely mutuals #asks #ask me anything

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cruel summer

PAIRING: Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 9.2k

TW: alcohol, smoking, attempted SA (nothing happens), car accident, a lot of arguing, fighting, and tears, mentions of cancer, implied parental neglect, hurt/comfort, BellyxJeremiah, lots of dialogue (sorry!!)

A/N: inspired by cruel summer by taylor swift - the gang all call reader Peaches, but by the end I definitely forgot about it LOL. I don’t think I’ve had to ever put warnings on a fic before, so pls lmk if I missed anything! It’s long, but worth it (at least I hope so)!!

It was early morning, about 1:27 am to be exact, and you had no inkling of sleep in the past 24 hours. Despite the summer heat even in the middle of the night, you had cracked the window in your room to let gusts of wind blow through every once in awhile. All that can be heard are the crickets and the soft music of your vinyl playing in the nighttime air.

With neither of your parents home—some business trip, again—there was no problem in playing your vinyl record as loud as you wanted, though you think your neighbor might mind a little bit. The guitar that you got last Christmas from Belly lays abandoned across from you on the bed after you had tried playing it for the past half an hour. No music or instrument has been able to tire you out enough to fall asleep, so you think you’re on the verge of hitting yourself in the head with a baseball bat so you pass out. Before you’re able to entertain this idea, your phone buzzes and lights up next to you on your nightstand.

As you lean up off your elbows to check what it is, you wonder if it’s someone saving you from the torment of being awake by texting you if you’re up. It only takes you a few seconds to read iMessage from Connie on the screen before you’re jetting your arm out to grab a hold of your phone.

Connie: I’m guessing this means you can’t sleep lol

You: ofc it does!!

Connie: I’ll be there in five

You smile, a soft grin forming on your face that makes you leave the comfort of your bed to try and tackle your hair and the state of your face before he gets there. You don’t really know when you started caring about how you looked around your childhood best friend, or when the thought of seeing him sent tingles of excitement through your body. But you accepted this change—if by accepted you mean you shoved this idea into the very deep corners of your mind and ignore it, then yes. You accepted it.

For some reason you feel like 5 minutes is 5 hours when you’re waiting for Conrad to appear outside below your window. But you’re not left waiting for too long, a rock hitting your window merely moments later indicating his arrival. After looking at yourself in the mirror for a split second longer, you casually walk up to your window and open it.

He stands there at the bottom with his hands in the pockets of his sweats, a T-shirt over his top half, and a smirk adorning his lips.

“Hey!” He calls out.

You tilt your head and smile at him, “hey, you.” You quickly lean over to check if the ladder is still there before you glance back over at him. “What’s with you and constantly coming to my window? Ya’ know I have a door.”

It’s easy to tease him sometimes, especially when you know he probably won’t come back with something super fast. But tonight is not one of those sometimes.

“I don’t care,” he shrugs, “I like to follow through on tradition.”

You roll your eyes playfully, shifting the ladder more in front of you so you can get out more easily. He holds it at the bottom as you make your way down stealthy, just like every time before this one. As you land on the grass with a soft crunch, you turn around to come face to chest with him. He’s always held a couple inches over you, so you tilt your head up to look at him. Taking your hand, he pulls you with him so you start walking, and you give him a questioning look.

“Just follow me, yeah?”

...

“Con, seriously?” You laugh, side eyeing him as he runs away from you to get on top of the playground. He bends down, quite a lot since he’s pretty tall, and inches his way forward so his feet slide under the bar and hang below him. He sits there patiently, and you stare until he motions for you to come over. Shaking your head, you climb up the steps and sit down next to him, making him scoot over to give you more room. “Now, do you wanna tell me why you took me to a playground?” You tease.

He shrugs, turning away from you to grab something out of his pocket. “It’s quiet here. I come here a lot when I want to be alone.”

It’s silent after that, you don’t say anything right away. You divert your attention and try to focus on other things; the bright stars that fill the darkness of the night sky, the swishes of the wind against the leaves of the trees, the slight movement of the swings. Anything but the boy next to you.

“What’s so different from last summer?” You whisper your question, despite the fact he’s the only person around. He stares out at the mulch in front of him before he answers.

“I don’t know.”

You almost groan at that. Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong last summer. But that was all over, everything is better, so what is it now? What could be making him so torn up this summer?

Before you can think any further, you hear a slight click! from next to you, making you look over and gasp at what you see.

“Conrad!” You say his name disapprovingly. He looks at you from behind his cigarette and lighter, chuckling at your distressed state. He also finds it cute you only ever call him Conrad when you’re mad at him.

“Wha’?” He asks innocently.

“Why the hell are you smoking?”

“Why the hell not?”

“Con-” you close your eyes, taking a deep breath, “Why are you still smoking? I thought you quit.”

He nods, “I did. For a while.”

“Then-”

“Y/N,” he interrupts. It makes you stop. He gives you that stare he usually sends you when he wants to tell you something, but can’t actually make himself say it.

You look at the ground, “Oh.” You want to comfort him, but you don’t really know how. He’s never been the type to be super affectionate, even though when you guys were younger he was always the nicest one to you. When the other boys would steal from you, he’d give it back. When they’d push you around, he’d stand up for you. When you cried, he always gave you a gentle hug that had you feeling instantly better. He was there, more than what you can say for other people. It had never been the other way around, so you were kind of out of your depth.

You eye the cig in his hand, his fingers barely even holding it, just slightly so he can keep it on the edge of his lips. He looks… he looks so… pretty.

“Can I have one?”

His eyes dart to yours, scanning your face to see if you were serious, and he laughs. His shoulders shake with him and he pulls it from his mouth.

“No!” He shakes his head again, his hair slightly bouncing in the front, “No!”

“Why not?”

“Cause I said so!”

“That’s not a reason,” you argue, squinting your eyes at him. He huffs, looking at you with an amused look on his face.

“They’re not good for you.” He responds.

“Then why are you doing it, hm?” You pull your knees to your chest and tilt your head at him. God, he hates when you do that. The head tilting thing.

“I’m older,” is his only response.

“By like, two MONTHS-”

“Doesn’t matter,” he smiles, leaning slightly towards you.

“Yeah, it does. It’s always mattered.” You giggle, leaning into him.

It takes you a minute to realize how close you really are to him, though he noticed right away. His first thought was to move, to get out of your space. But, something in him told him not to, convinced him to stay this close for a little bit longer. Maybe having you this close would make him feel better. Letting himself think about you was so much easier than forcing himself not to, and right now, the only thing he could think about was leaning just a tiny bit closer and closing the gap separating you.

He was so close, just barely an inch away, you could practically feel his soft breath on your lips. You almost feel like you’re forgetting to breathe, but your heart is practically beating out of your chest at the same time. You hope he can’t hear it in the silence. The hand that was holding the lighter puts it back in his pocket, the other tucking the cig away behind his ear where you hadn’t noticed it before. His left comes down, resting it gently on top of your own so as not to startle you. You glance down at his hand over yours, breathing in deeply. All you can think about is him.

Him, him, him.

Connie. The boy you grew up with and who knows everything single little thing about you.

Conrad. The boy who you think sits before you now.

You don’t know if they’re different, but you hope to god they aren’t. Every memory with him in it seems to fade, the only one really mattering at the moment is this, whatever it is. You want him to stay with you, be the same Conrad you know he really is. But you’re scared that he isn’t who you think he is anymore.

You don’t have much time to think about it much longer as loud sirens catch your attentions and break the moment. He pulls away from you, quicker than you wished he would have, but still keeps a respectable distance. You turn more slightly away from him, nothing indicating that anything would have happened. He smiles curtly, looks at his watch that reads 3:40 am, and stands up on his feet before extending a hand towards you. You take it nervously, but he doesn’t read into it. Not that he would, you think.

…

“You’re telling me you ALMOST kissed?” Belly whisper screams. Your hands fly out and wave at her in an attempt to shut her up.

“Belly!” You hiss, “Shut your mouth!” She giggles to herself, and takes a sip of her margarita.

“We all know Conrad has always had a special place in his heart for you, it would be no surprise if he liked you back! So stop avoiding him, and go talk to him!” She encourages, but it only makes you shake your head in denial.

“No, Belly, he- Conrad does not-” you try to justify yourself but she only gives you a disappointing look.

“Peaches, c’mon. If you’re trying to say he doesn’t, you are BLIND!” She sets down her drink, puts her hands on your shoulders and shakes you until you try pushing her off. “BLIND I tell you!”

“Ugh, you are annoying sometimes, Bells.” You look across the pool to where him and Jere are playing volleyball while Steven and Shayla reff. Laurel and Susannah sit on the beach chairs away from the trajectory of the ball so they don’t accidentally get hit. You sigh in frustration.

“Yeah, because you know I’m right!” She whispers and winks, making you slap her arm which makes her fight back. And suddenly both of you are pushing each other and falling into the pool, gaining the other's attention. They all laugh as you and Belly attempt to drown each other, which Jeremiah takes as an invite to join in.

“Cannonball!” He screams at the top of his lungs, running at full speed and jumping into the pool only a few feet away from you guys. You both yell but it doesn’t matter, his huge splash hits you guys in the face and you try to splash him in return.

“Oh my god, guys! I have the best idea!” Steven exclaims. “Why don’t we have a beach day!”

“Smart thinking, Stevie! Let’s get a move on!” Jere pushes himself out of the pool, drawing Belly’s attention to his dripping wet figure. She catches you watching her, so she blushes and fans you away. You laugh loudly, following her out of the pool to follow the rest of them.

“Be careful!” Both the older women yell, and they earn a thumbs up from everyone in return. You pack into two cars and head to the beach, music blaring the whole way there. When you arrive, everyone gathers up to get things out of the car and head their way down.

Steven and Shayla end up in the front with the alcohol, Belly and Jeremiah follow them with all the chairs, which leaves Conrad to fall in line with you in the back with all the towels. While the others talk to one another, it’s quiet for a moment between the both of you. When you face each other, you try talking at the same time, which makes both of you laugh and look away.

“You go first,” you offer.

“No you,” he says.

“I insist!”

“Okay, fine.” He relents, making you smile to yourself. “Did you get any sleep?”

You shake your head, “Only about an hour. You?”

“Same,” he agrees. It’s a little uncomfortable, only for a split second. Then everyone drops their things and makes a beeline for the water, which has Conrad coming up with an idea. He takes the towels from your arms and throws them onto the chairs, and before you know it, he’s ducking and picking you up bridal style, sprinting towards the water.

“Connie!” You scream, throwing your arms around his neck to avoid falling. But you know he’s got you. He laughs into your neck and dunks you in the water. The others look at each other knowingly, but the boys decide to join in on the fun and dunk the other girls.

You spend the next four hours swimming, surfing, and drinking on the beach, and soon enough, the sun starts to set and everyone is practically drunk off their asses. Conrad and Shayla didn’t drink, so they basically named themselves the DD’s of the night. While Steven was trying to get Shayla to make out with him, and Belly and Jeremiah were running around the beach screaming, you pull Conrad’s arm so he can stand up and walk with you.

“Come onnnn, walk on the beach with me.” You beg him, and he rolls his eyes but obliges anyway. He holds on to your hand so you don’t fall, but your drunken mind doesn’t seem to care at all.

“You drank a lot tonight, Peaches,” He comments. You giggle and drop your head onto his arm.

“Nooo, I didn’t! And stop! I hate when you guys call me that,” you complain, but he grins at you, pulling you into his side.

“No you don’t.”

You look up at him, “No. I don’t.” You both stop walking along the water and stand there, letting your feet sink into the sand and let the water soak your toes. You want to say something, but you don’t know where to start. He ends up starting for you.

“Y/N, I-I want to talk to you… but I don’t know if this is the right moment.” He looks away.

“Why not? I’m not that drunk.”

“I think you are,” He assures.

“Really, I’m not. I know what I’m saying, and I’ll remember.” He nods, but you don’t really believe that he believes you. “Conrad-” you sigh, “I think I know… what you want to talk about? And I wanna talk about the same thing, but I-I don’t know-”

“I love you.” Conrad blurts out. Your gaze that had flitted away from him snaps back, and you think those words might have sobered you up. You go to respond but he stops you. “I’m sorry,” he shuts his eyes, trying to find the words, “I didn’t mean to say that, no- I mean I do! I do! I-I didn’t mean to blurt it like that-”

“Yeah, yeah I got that,” you nod, grinning. He cuts off his rambling and stares at you laughing to yourself, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“You.. are laughing?” Your smile fades, only for a moment, but your fears start to grab a hold of you. You don’t laugh anymore, and your eyes go down towards his feet. “And now you’re sad? I’m sorry-”

“Con.” His hands grab yours and he holds them close to his chest.

“What is it?” He murmurs. You get a hold of yourself before you say anything, but you squeeze his hands, hopefully letting him know it’s not him.

“I’m scared,” you whisper, and before he can say anything you continue, “I’m scared because I feel the same way but… you’re… you. You’re Conrad, you’ve always been Connie, and- and I don’t- I can’t mess things up.” It doesn’t take him very long to realize what you’re saying, and he straightens.

“You feel the same way?” He whispers back, his eyes light up with joy. You tilt your head down, but he lifts his finger and touches it gently to your chin, bringing your gaze back to him. “Y/N,” he says your name so softly, it almost makes you want to faint. His hair is so soft, blowing in the wind, and his eyes, oh god his eyes, they’re so blue and they make you want to drown in them. Even though you want to, you can’t look away. His hands come up to hold your face, sliding to your neck and up to rest gently on your jaw. He holds you closely to him, and his eyes never flutter away from yours. You can’t help your hands traveling up his chest, grabbing tightly onto his shirt like he’ll float away or if he’s some sort of lifeline.

“I do,” you profess. “But I don’t want things to change.”

“Nothing will change, we’ll always be us. Just, with the added fact that I’m gonna kiss you all the time.” That makes you giggle and he can’t help it anymore. Before he can ask, or you can even ask either, you lean in at the same time, and finally, his lips touch yours. You expected it to feel like an explosion went off, or fireworks exploding in the sky, or maybe a shock of electricity through your body. You thought his lips would be cold since the rest of him usually is, and he’d be daring and rough, roaming his hands over your body since that’s what you see when he’s with other girls.

But, you’re not just another girl to him.

He’s warm, his hands stay rested on your face until they move forward and grip around your neck so you stay molded against him, and his lips are so gentle on yours. He’s almost shy, and he doesn’t set off fireworks. He feels like home. It’s like when you first step into the ocean and you have this sudden feeling of relief, like you finally got to where you wanted to be. It’s like opening the oven after you made a fresh batch of cookies and this wave of warmth blankets you from head to toe. It’s when Conrad finds your eye from across the room and suddenly all you can think about is him; being near him, being with him, having his arms wrapped around you so all you feel is safe.

His thumbs rub softly against your cheeks, and that’s when you open your eyes and realize he’s looking at you. It comforts you that he’s looking at you like he usually does, which you had never realized before that he was always looking at you like he loved you.

“I thought you’d be cold,” you murmur.

“I thought you would be warm.”

…

You didn’t tell Belly, or anyone for that matter, that you and Conrad started dating. It was too new, too many unknown waters not explored yet, so you both agreed it would be better waiting. It was almost fun sneaking around, finding closets to make out in, falling asleep in each other's rooms, holding hands under the dinner table. No one would suspect anything since this was always how you two were. Practically attached to the hip since birth.

But you could tell he was getting antsy. After about three weeks, you could tell he was wanting to come clean. He wanted to hold hands with you just to hold hands, he wanted to hug you longer than a friend should, he wanted you to sit in his lap with your arms around him freely, with no worry of judgement or fear. Unfortunately, you weren’t there yet. You still liked keeping your relationship to yourselves. In your head, it was easier, and if something were to happen, it wouldn’t destroy the family. Not that you hoped something would, but the fear was still settled in the corners of your mind and you didn’t want to risk it.

It was Friday night, you and Conrad had accompanied Belly and Jeremiah to a party since Laurel and Susannah didn’t want them going alone. They had complained, but it didn’t get anywhere and they still ended up in the backseat of Conrad’s car.

“We are not children, Y/N, we do not need chaperones!” Belly whines, hanging on to the back of the passenger seat where you sit.

“Conrad and I are only doing what we were told, so bring it up with your mothers.” Belly flops back down in her seat and groans, though Jeremiah gets a little smirk on his face.

“Well at least we can try to get these two to have fun, Belly, since the last time they were at a party they hung out in the corner the whole time!” Conrad glares at his brother through the rearview mirror.

“And that’s where we will be if you need us.” He parks alongside the street in front of the house, letting the two younger ones get out of the car before he said anything to you. Which you thought that’s what he was waiting for, but as soon as they step in the door, he grabs your face and kisses you. When he pulls away with a small grin, you blink at him in bewilderment.

“Now what was that for?” you asked.

His eyes dart down to your lips before he responds with, “I’ve been waiting to do that the whole time.”

You bring him back in for another kiss, ruffling his hair a bit that makes him pout, “Well, get what you want now, because you won’t get another until after the party.” This makes him frown. Without you noticing, he rolls his eyes, but gives you another anyway. He steps out of the car, and before you have the chance to open yours, he’s already on the other side opening it for you, then he hands you his keys like he always does. You’re hoping what you said didn’t put him in a sour mood for the rest of the night, but you guess you’ll just have to wait and see.

…

“See, I told you we’d be able to get her on the dance floor.” Jeremiah winks at Conrad, nudging his arm to get him to acknowledge him. Conrad doesn’t move, his eyes just glued to your frame as you dance with Belly in the middle of the room. The way you move your hips to the music, the way you throw your arms around Belly, the way that you’re getting other guys' attention. He wants to grab you and pull you away from everybody as fast as he can, but he also knows it’s not fair. Even though this usually isn’t his scene, he would do anything to go out there and dance with you. But, he’s doing everything he can to respect what you want. So as Jeremiah analyzes his brother by the way he’s looking at you, Belly is talking your ear off about those particular boys.

“You guys would be perfect together, and I can tell by the way you look at each other you want it, so why not just do it!”

“Because, Belly…” you trail off, trying to come up with something to say, “It’ll… mess things up, ya’ know?”

“How?” She questions, and it seems she genuinely doesn’t see the problem with it.

“Yeah, I mean,” you sigh, “I’m not gonna lie, we’ve talked about it, but we’re keeping it cool. Nothing super official in case something were to happen-”

Her eyes practically bulge out of her head, “WHAT- you’ve talked about it?!”

You laugh quietly. If only she knew. “Yeah… yeah, we have, but I’m not gonna risk the family, okay? I can’t let our relationship get mixed up with everyone, it would ruin everything.” She shuts her gaping mouth for a second, and her eyes get this shameful look. “Belly… what are you hiding.” You demand, more than ask.

“Well,” she starts. The quick skirt of her eyes in the boy's direction gives it away immediately.

“YOU’RE WITH JEREMIAH?” You exclaim. Her hand claps over your mouth in an instant.

“Don’t say it that loud!”

“You’re with Jeremiah?” You whisper scream. She rolls her eyes at you and shifts you in the opposite direction of them.

“Not exactly…”

Your face goes blank, “No… Bells, please don’t tell me…”

“It’s just for,” she shrugs, “Ya’ know.”

“UGH,” you gag and look away from her, “BELLY!”

“What I’m trying to get at is that if we be like this, you can be like that… but more official.” Her straight face curves up into a smile. You give her the most disgusted face you can muster.

“I can’t believe you told me that.” She shrugs, but you can tell she’s holding back a laugh. “And what are you? Sixteen!”

“I’m seventeen, bitch.”

“Same thing.” You wave your hand. You look over at Conrad, but they aren’t there.

“Hey.” On your left, a guy stands with his hands in his pockets and a smug look across his lips. You nod your head in greeting, continuing to dance with Belly in hopes he’d get the hint you weren’t interested and leave. “I saw you dancing, I thought I’d come over and see if you’d rather dance with me.” He’s kind of cute, probably about six foot, maybe an inch shorter than Conrad, and his brown eyes make you hesitant, just for a moment.

What if I just danced with him? You mentally palm yourself in the face for thinking that. No, Conrad wouldn’t do that to me. It’s not worth losing him. Would it really be that bad if they found out?

“Sorry, I’m not interested.” You kindly smile at the guy and turn away from him, but his hand comes out to grab your shoulder.

“Hey, don’t be rude, I just wanna dance.” You furrow your eyebrows, giving him a look.

“I’m not, dude. I just told you I wasn’t interested. I’m gonna keep dancing with my friend.” He grins at that.

“In that case, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if this turned into a trio?”

You say sternly, “Actually I would. So, please, I told you kindly, we’re not interested.”

He gets closer, “I didn’t hear her saying any-”

“I’m not,” Belly says quickly, “We’re gonna go now.” She grabs your hand, pulling you in the direction of Conrad and Jeremiah, but he’s quick, taking a hold of your hips and roughly pulling you against him, while daring her to come closer.

“C’mon ladies, let’s have some fun. I know you want to.” You make eye contact with Belly, her eyes are struck with panic. You contemplate what to do, because you can’t risk Belly getting hurt.

“Belly, go.” She runs off, noticing the boys aren’t there and she scans the room, hoping to find at least one of them. As soon as she’s around the corner, you face the guy in front of you. “You really can’t take no for an answer, huh?” He doesn’t respond, just gets closer to you. In your head, you know you should be pushing away and trying to get out as fast as possible, but for some reason you can’t move. The fear he’s gonna try something has you frozen in place.

“Get the fuck away from her,” you hear a growling voice say.

Conrad.

You see his hands come up and push the guy away from you in an instant. You feel another body behind you, and taking a quick look, you see Jeremiah shielding Belly.

“Woahh man, what’s your problem?”

“She said no asshole, so get lost.”

“Who the fuck are you, her boyfriend?” Conrad’s mouth opens, but it quickly closes.

“Why should that matter? Now leave.” The guy grunts, flipping him off before he looks at you and winks. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and stabling yourself now that he’s gone. “Y/N, are you alright? Did he hurt you?” When your eyes open, Conrad is standing in front of you, and he’s the most worried you’ve ever seen him.

“I’m fine, really-”

“Hey guys, what’s up!” Steven yells, walking over with Shayla with his arm around her shoulders. Their smiles drop as soon as they see the looks on everyone’s faces. “Are… you guys okay?”

“We were just leaving,” Conrad grabs your arm, but you flinch away from him. The boys don’t notice it, but Belly and Shayla do, and they give each other a quick worried glance.

“Conrad, I’m fine. We’re not gonna leave.” His jaw tightens, and you can tell he’s mad. Everyone stares at the two of you in confusement, observing the way you reach back out to him, grabbing his arm to pull him with you. “Just, come outside with me.”

Neither of you spare any of them a glance as you pull him in the direction of a door that can give you some privacy. As soon as you spot the front door, you’re swinging the door open and dragging him to the front porch, excusing yourself between a couple people as you stalk down the steps. The minute the both of you are out of range, you turn to him with anger written clear as day all over your face.

“I don’t get you,” You snap. “I can get that you were mad about that guy, but to just tell our friends we’re up and leaving the party? What is with you!”

“Y/N, if Belly hadn’t found us, what do you think that guy would have done? Give you a sweet kiss and let you be on your way?” He scoffs, “No, he would’ve-”

“Stop it!” You seethe, “I don’t need a reminder, Conrad! The fact that you think I have to be reminded why I can’t go literally anywhere alone-”

He laughs, “I didn’t say that! Did I say that? I'm saying that you can’t just trust anybody, Y/N! Especially guys like him-”

“You were a guy like him once.” You say quietly, and his eyes harden.

“You’re kidding me right? You think I would have ever forced myself on a girl?-”

“No,” you interrupt, “I don’t think that. But you were a dick, you were a guy that girls wanted but tried to avoid. You know what happens when you fall in love with someone who’s best just isn’t enough? You lose a piece of yourself. You lend your heart to somebody that can’t love you enough, so even when they do the best they can, you still end up broken in the end.”

He’s scaringly quiet. You don’t know what made you say that, and whether or not you regret it. But the look on his face is making you think you shouldn’t have said it.

“You know what I was going through,” he says, with the most heartbroken look on his face you’ve ever seen. “You know, so how could you say that? My mom-” he falters for a second, “and the cancer? My dad, everything was shit. I know I was a dick, I know, but things got better and I changed! How could you say that now, unless you feel like I’m still that same guy?”

His words bring tears to your eyes, “You know what I was going through too. I don’t want you to be the new him.” The mention of your ex-boyfriend makes him furious again.

“Y/N, you’re fucking serious right now? You are comparing me to that guy?”

“No! Con-” you huff, “I’m saying I can’t go through that again. I don’t think you are but I don’t want that to happen to you! You aren’t like the other guys, Conrad! I’ve known you my whole life, we can’t screw it up! You’ve been my family when I didn’t have one.” You add quietly, “When I don’t have one.”

He softens, just a little bit, “That’s why.” You don’t speak. “That’s why you don’t want to tell them. I get it, I do, but you’re not gonna lose us! Me, Jeremiah, Belly, Steven, we’re not going anywhere!”

“But if we broke up, what do you think would happen?” You say harsher than you mean, “You think I’ll still have them? If things go to shit between us, your brother and the people who your mother considers family aren’t gonna choose me!”

“You’ve always been family! What the hell are you talking about? Just because your mom wasn’t a part of ours growing up, doesn’t excuse you from being one of us!” He moves closer, but you hold a hand up.

“Conrad.” No. He knows that voice. You’re running before you have the chance of getting hurt. You’re running from him.

“Y/N, I know you’re scared, but I am too. You realize that don’t you? I’m scared, I have been since the beginning, but I know us and that’s not gonna happen, okay?”

“It could,” the tears start rolling down your face.

He’s panicking now, “It could happen in every relationship! But what is love if it’s not something worth fighting for?”

“It’s not something that’s real.”

This is the exact moment that both hearts shatter. Where everything that either of you had believed about love is gone, and no amount of apologies tonight will fix. A part of him knows in time it won’t feel so hopeless–love, that is–but he’s not too sure if a future with you is something he will have. Like he’d hoped.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I-I have to go, I can’t stay here.” You walk away from him towards his car, and he knows where you're going. “I’ll drive it back later, okay. I just- I need to go.” It’s like your body is moving on auto-pilot, you don’t exactly know what you’re doing, why you’re doing it, but as you get in the driver’s seat of his car and look out the window, you see the boy that you’re in love with and all you can do is drive away.

You’ve been sitting here for maybe an hour? Two hours? You’re not really sure, but every second that you’ve sat here you’ve broken your heart a little bit more. You stare at the night sky, no stars in sight, but a bright shining moon staring right back at you. The sand is cold between your fingers and the water is too between your toes, the breeze in the air has goosebumps rising on your skin. It’s your favorite place on the beach, despite what the others may think, it’s not the group’s usual spot. It’s yours. And Conrad is the only one who knows about it.

It’s far from any houses, there’s some hills and fences, but the fences only close it off. It's very close to the end of the beach. You love it here because you’ve never once ran into anyone here. In your head, you like to claim that you’re the only one who’s ever gone here, though you know it’s probably not true. It’s nice to just have a sanctuary of your own where you can feel the air on your skin and have the water at your feet, somewhere where you can imagine a different life that isn’t your own. Always with the same people, never the same circumstances.

You glance down at your watch, reading 12:03 am.

Crap.

You know your parents aren’t gonna care, but you definitely know Susannah is. You were supposed to come back with the rest of them, she’s gonna wonder why you’re driving up to her house with her son’s car in the middle of the night. You quickly grab the keys out of your pocket and make a beeline for the car. Throwing the door open, and quickly starting the car, you’re pulling out and driving down the street in a matter of minutes.

Conrad is probably worried sick too. SHIT!

You try not to go too fast, but you’re about 10 miles above the speed limit now. You don’t see any other cars in sight, so you go a bit faster.

I am such a shit person, he didn’t deserve that.

You blink the tears away from your eyes, trying to focus on the road in front of you.

I have to fix it, I can’t lose him already. I never even told him-

It was so quick you barely even had a chance to look. A car comes speeding around the corner from the left, probably not have even seen you either. The impact is hard, painful, and devastating to your ears. You see the car flip over, blood, bright headlights, you feel your head snap back against the seat, the airbags deploy, you see the face of the boy you never got to tell that you loved him.

You know you’re awake, you’re not dead. You can’t be. You feel too much pain for that to be true. Attempting to move is not an option, but you see your phone on the broken windshield, and you know this is your only chance. You don’t think the phone will pick up, but you still call the person you need most.

…

“Honey, she was in a car accident.”

“I need you to come to the hospital right now. She’s going into surgery.”

“Connie?”

“Conrad!”

His eyes snap open, head jolting to the right, looking at his mom who peers down at him sadly.

“Why are you sitting here? Come sit with us.” The hallway is sort of dark, but with the glow of the vending machine in front of him, he can make out everyone that’s sitting in the seats ten feet away.

Belly, Jeremiah, Steven, Shayla, Laurel. No sign of your parents.

“She didn’t call me.” He whispers, barely audible.

“What, baby?”

“She didn’t- Who did she call?” He finally looks up at his mother, who has the face of grief written on her face. “I don’t understand, everyone was here before I was?” She gulps before taking a seat beside her son. She pulls him into her side, letting him rest his head on her shoulder before she speaks.

“Y/N called me.” His eyes widen and before he has a chance, she continues. “Um…” she holds back a sob, “She um- she said her mom wasn’t picking up, so she thought she’d have a better chance of calling me.”

“Did she say anything else?”

“She was crying,” she nods, “Said something about needing to tell you she was sorry, but the phone cut out.” Susannah wipes her tears with her shirt, rubbing Conrad’s shoulder lightly. “Why did she say that?”

He chokes up, “We got in a fight. I let her take my car from the party so she could be alone for awhile, but she wasn’t answering my calls so I figured I’d just try in the morning-” His hands come up to cover his eyes, rubbing them harshly, “God, I’m so stupid, I shouldn’t have let her go alone.”

“Don’t put this on yourself, Connie-”

“But I am! I am! It’s my fault she left! It’s all my fault-” He cuts himself off with his own tears, falling into his mother’s shoulder as he cries. “I have to see her again, she can’t die.”

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but the next thing he knows, he hears his mother’s voice calling for him to wake up.

“Can we see her?” He thinks that was Belly’s voice.

“Yes, but I would recommend one at a time. It could get pretty overwhelming,” the doctor says kindly. He sees her walk away, past the room that you're in, and he stares at the door until he realizes everyone is looking at him. Susannah tilts her head, running her hand through his hair.

“Go see her.”

“What about-”

“Go see her, Con.” Jeremiah insists, giving his brother a pat on the back before he pushes him in your direction. He’s slow moving to the door, his mind not really processing that you really are still here, you’re alive. Conrad doesn’t bother peering through the small window on the door, his hand grabs the knob and twists it, forcing himself through.

Your eyes are closed. There’s a bandage on your head, your arm, and your thigh. There’s bruises in so many places, but the only big one seems to be on your thigh. He can see it peeking through the bandage. You look so peaceful, despite the damage done to you. Maybe it’s because all the worry lines he always tells you about aren’t there, but he kind of wishes they were. He didn’t know what to expect, but all he knows is that you’re still the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. There’s a small purple chair next to the bed, and he sits down on it, scooting it a bit closer so he can hold your hand. He hesitates at first, wondering if you’d want to wake up with him at your bedside holding your hand, but he pushes the thought away. Before we were lovers, we were best friends, so that’s got to count for something. Right?

His hand falls softly on top of the hand closest to him, lying so still on the bed sheet, letting his fingers intertwine with yours before he squeezes your hand with the most gentle care in the world. He wants you to open your eyes, give him one of your pretty smiles, tell him what a jerk he was and kiss him until his face goes numb. They stay closed though, and for some reason it brings on another onset of tears. He takes his other hand up to clasp together with the other one, bringing your hand to his forehead as he cries into your hand.

At first, you feel a cool touch on your hand, like water. But it’s drops… how can that be? You do everything you can to peel your eyes open, difficult at first to focus with the small beaming light above you. Your head rolls to the side, and that’s when you make out the image in front of you. He doesn’t notice you yet, still crying quietly. With a small muster of strength, your fingers squeeze his back, and this has his head shooting up. You see his bloodshot eyes first, then the tear marks on his cheeks, then the curve of a frown turning into a smile.

“Hi,” you croak. Your voice sounds horrible, and it rings in your ears making you wince. You still try talking anyway. “C-Con-”

“Hey, hey…” he assures quietly, “You don’t have to talk, it’s okay.” Tears start to fill in the corners of your eyes, and he’s quick to wipe them away, but keeping his hands cupping your face. “It’s alright, you’re okay. You were in an accident, do you remember that?” His words are soft, comforting to your ears. You nod your head, but the tears keep coming. “Okay, okay, shhh… it’s alright, you’re safe.”

“I’m s-sor-ry-”

“Baby, you don’t have to talk-”

“About,” you cough, clearing your throat to finish, “y-your car.” The words don’t register in his brain right away, the second it does his eyes are widening in shock and his mouth is forming into a smile.

“You’re apologizing about my car?” You're looking at him painfully, guilty almost, and it makes him want to throw up. “I don’t give a shit about the damn car, Y/N. You’re okay, and that’s what matters, alright?” Your head nods and he sighs in relief. “Alright.”

He leans down to kiss you on the forehead, checks to make sure he’s not hurting you in any way, and combs his hand through your hair. The kiss is sweet, and for a moment, you wish it could stay this way.

…

--The end of summer--

Damn him. Damn him and his good looks, charming smile, and that adoring voice that he has that has any woman clinging onto him like a magnet. Damn him for actually listening to you for once and moving on with his life. Damn yourself for ever saying it in the first place.

It’s been weeks, but somehow, you still find yourself here in the corner of the bar with your third drink in hand as you glare at him from across the room. Weeks since your accident, weeks since you fought again and told him that he wasn’t gonna get what he needed from you, and he needed to leave. This was you in defense mode. Terrified mode even. Now you’re just in depressed mode because the guy is standing next to a beautiful woman who is seemingly laughing at every single one of his dumb jokes. You don’t actually know that for certain but that’s what you’re rolling with.

You’re not nearly drunk enough for this yet.

“Slow your roll, girl, the drinks aren’t going anywhere,” Shayla advises. Three shots are thrown back and Steven is looking at you like you’re insane.

“Are you sure you should be drinking?” He tries. Your eyes cast a mean glare at him. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.” Steven gives a tight lipped grin, shrugging his shoulders at Shayla before he goes back to kissing her. You roll your eyes, body facing back to the lovely couple sitting by the bartender, but the girl isn’t there anymore. It’s just Conrad.

His eyes pierce through you like a fire, his flexed arm bringing up his drink in hand to take a sip of it as he stares. His white button up isn’t even buttoned, only half way, and his sleeves are rolled up his forearms. The drink is doing nothing to hide his cocky smirk behind the glass. God damn.

Maybe you shouldn’t, but you are dramatic when you want to be, so you slam a 50 on the table that should cover the amount of drinks you had, and you stalk out of the bar with your heels clicking in tow. You didn’t catch his blue eyes following you, or the words that had come out of his mouth when talking to the girl. He hopes that’s what you go on to think about.

You swear you’re not a crybaby, you aren’t, but drunk you is a lot more emotional than sober you. So as the guy in the uber asks you where you want to go, you’re already fighting back tears as you tell him the address to your house. You cry all the way there, you cry as you unlock the door, you cry as you walk up the stairs to your room, and you cry even harder as your body flops down onto the bed. Just as you think you couldn’t possibly have any tears left, another wave hits you and your face buries itself further into your pillow. Eventually, you must have cried yourself out because your sleep filled eyes blink open and you’re staring at the glowing screen of your alarm clock.

1:00 am.

Great. You roll over onto your back, rubbing your eyes much more harshly than you should.

Suddenly, a thought pops into your head. He could be up….

You groan, rolling out of bed until your feet plant on the floor and you can’t believe you’re actually debating on climbing out of your window. Nobody is home, you could easily use the front door.

“I like to follow through on tradition.”

You hate it, but it’s his voice inside your head that convinces you to step out onto the ladder and climb your way down until your feet hit the grass with a crunch. It’s his voice that has you walking to his house in the middle of the night with shorts that barely even cover your ass and a sweatshirt that you wouldn’t doubt came from the Fisher’s house.

His house comes into focus, seemingly dark on the inside. Out back all the fairy lights Susannah loves to keep up are on though, so it has you sneaking around the fence, observing if the boy you’re looking for is outside. Just as you get around to the gate, you see him, sitting by the pool with his feet hanging in the water and a cigarette in his mouth. For a split second, it has you thinking about blurting out that he’s a dumbass for smoking again, but you realize that it’s not the same as before.

Much to your disappointment, the gate creaks as your hands push it open, and it has Conrad glancing over and taking sight of you walking up to the opposite side of the pool. With your head hung low, you sit down and let your feet hang in the cool water of the pool, just as he is doing.

Neither of you talk for about ten minutes, you just sit in silence before you work up the nerve to ask, or rather state, “You’re smoking again.”

“What’s it to you?” He puffs the smoke out, letting it rest between his gentle fingertips.

“Nothing.”

His choked back laughter has your eyes peering up at him, and he’s looking at you with such distaste, it makes you just want to get up and leave.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” He asks angrily, combing back his hair.

You’re quiet when you say, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” You don’t answer. “Well, I think you do.”

“I do? And how would you know that?”

“Because whether you like to believe it or not, I know you.” He says, rather calmly. He thinks this will have you standing up in a fit of rage, start ranting about how he doesn’t know you anymore, and he can’t say stupid shit like that. The furious glare you’re sending him is unmistakable, but you don’t do anything like that.

“I didn’t mean a word I said the night of the accident. I was pissed and I took it out on you.” You grumble.

Well that was least expected.

He doesn’t say anything, in case you’re about to go on, and you do.

“I’ve always been frightened by what I don’t know, and honestly, I don’t think I ever really knew love until I fell in love with you.”

“You-” he barely gets the word out before you’re standing up, and he’s standing up, and you begin pacing around like you’re gonna have a panic attack.

“Obviously my parents have never been the greatest example, I mean- c’mon, they’re not even around anymore and they don’t even love each other! So what the fuck are they doing all the time? I just- I was always so afraid that we were gonna’ end up like another version of them, and that made me hate the idea of being with you. That probably doesn’t even make any sense, but it’s true!” You’re full blown ranting now, but you don’t see him gazing at you from across the pool with the most love-sick eyes you’ve ever seen. “The fact that I even thought I could save myself from that hurt was idiotic of me, my brain recognizes that now, but in my head all I could ever think about was just getting away since maybe if I did it now, it would both save us from the pain in the future.”

“You aren’t him, okay? You never have been. He was a lying cheat that I couldn’t detach from for months, and you know who got me through that? You did.” You insist, “You were the one I was crying to practically every night. You were the one I went to when all I could think about was punching someone in the face, and maybe your wall didn’t deserve it, but you helped me through it! Yeah? Cause’ you’re my partner in crime, you were the kid who showed up to school with extra snacks for me when I didn’t have any, and you were the kid who stood up for me at recess when those stupid boys would harass me and tell me I had a great ass! I mean, you still do!” You laugh.

“I never wanted anybody but you, Conrad. You were my first crush, and even though you weren’t my first kiss, you have always been my first love. And when I thought I was going to die, all I could think about is how I never told you I loved you.”

Your confession rings in the air between you, your heart beating a mile a minute as you wait for him to say something. Anything.

“Loved?” He questions.

“Love.” You whisper.

He grins, “Say it.”

“I love you.”

You hadn’t realized how close the two of you had gotten until he’s only taking a couple steps to get to you and his body is slamming into yours. All you can feel is the hard beating of his chest against your own and the way his lips feel so warm against yours. You hold him so tightly like you’re never going to let go, and he couldn’t even care if the grip he has on your waist leaves bruises in the morning because you’re here and you love him.

“Say it again,” He pleads between kisses.

“I love you, Conrad.”

“Again.”

“Connie,” you whine, and kisses you again so you don’t hear him laugh.

“I have loved you since the minute you came into my life,” He says, touching his forehead against yours and making your heart melt down to the ground and your hands hold on tighter to his shirt so you don’t fall over yourself.

“That’s a long time,” You mutter.

“Yeah, it is.”

You kiss for a moment longer, and you don’t separate until you hear the sliding glass door open and way too many cheers erupt from inside the house. You look over, and quite literally everyone is standing there watching.

“Well, I wondered what all that screaming was!” Susannah jokes.

You both groan, and you bury your head into Conrad’s chest as they try ushering you inside.

He kisses your forehead, “Don’t worry, we’ll kill them together.”

You smile, “Let’s tell them our story first, then we can end them.”

#conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x fem!reader #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher imagine #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp x reader #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty fanfic

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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Hey Comet! ❤️‍🔥

I'm humbly here to ask you for the sauciest, most delectable, wlw fic for Femslash February. (ASK #27, BABEY)

Here's some prompt ideas to get that brain a turnin'!

How do you feel about dirty dancing, cumming in pants, choking, dirty talk, sprinkle of degradation, commenting about how wet someone is, forced orgasms and, uhhh, that good good aftercare? Any of the above? Please?

Dealer's choice for pairing (or just all ghoulettes let's be real). OkAY, LOVE YA BYE ❤️‍🔥

Cirrus has lost count of how many times she's cum on Cumulus' thigh. She knows she's supposed to know, she was supposed to keep track. But thoughts are slipping through her brain like water, and she barely remembers her own name. They're all still clothed, and she's already gone, fucked out, floating. She can only focus on the insistent pleasure climbing up her spine, coiling in her gut. Unbearable and unrelenting and irresistible in equal measure. Cumulus drags Cirrus' hips forward and back, controlling each shaking movement of the taller ghoulette's body. Cirrus would be limp, useless, if not for Sunshine pressed right up against her back, letting Cirrus rest her torso against Sunshine's as Cumulus controls the rhythm. "How many is that, Lus?" Sunshine asks, like she knows Cirrus doesn't, and it's ok. Cirrus is glad for it, can't imagine trying to come up with a number, or deal with the punishment for not knowing. Cirrus stopped talking a while ago anyway, the only noises that leave her now are choked moans. The burn of overstimulation rises and falls, she shakes uncontrollably, legs turned to jelly. Her body twitches with each pass, she thinks she can feel her organs vibrating. She tries to breathe, to focus on anything except the building pleasure in her gut. Cumulus runs her hands up Cirrus' sides, dragging her shirt up as she goes to ghost cool fingers over her overheated skin. Goosebumps break out over Cirrus' body. She shudders under the touch. "Twelve." Cirrus licks her lips, her mouth is dry. Her head is resting on Sunshine's collarbone, she rolls it to the side to press her lips to Sunshine's pulse. She smells like peaches, perpetually sun-warmed skin, and the bite of Sunshine's arousal. She wants to take a bite, but can't seem to move her jaw enough to do it. "What's the record?" Silence follows. It takes Cirrus too long to realize that Sunshine is talking to her. It takes a sharp tug on her hair, and the curl of Cumulus' fingers around her throat in a gentle squeeze before she realizes she's meant to answer.

"Fifteen," she croaks out. Her voice weak, flagging, it breaks on the last syllable. She's not sure where the number comes from, but she's sure it's right. As if it's branded

Cumulus and Sunshine entwine their fingers on her hips. They work out a push and pull that has Cirrus bowing forward, her body collapsing in on itself, dark sweaty hair falling into her eyes. As the pleasure builds and builds. After the last one she thought she'd probably never cum again, but now she thinks it might actually be possible. Cumulus' pants are wet where Cirrus has been grinding her thigh. Her own sleep shorts are soaked through. There's slick on her thighs. She can't even think enough to be embarrassed about it. The only thing she can think about is the way each pass drags her clit over Cumulus' plush thigh and sends sparks up her spine digging into her brain.

She wants something to hold onto, but her fingers shake in Cumulus' shirt. They're not strong enough to ground her anymore. Her body is unreliable, sending her a litany of mixed signals that she doesn't know how to translate.

It all happens so fast. One minute she's being leisurely shifted over Cumulus' thigh and the next she's cumming with a soundless cry, her body going taught and shuddering, clenching around nothing. She feels herself get impossibly wetter.

Sunshine has to catch her when it fades so she doesn't fall forward and impale herself on Cumulus' horns. Cumulus chuckles at her, reaching up to drag her fingers along Cirrus' cheek her jaw, it's reverent. But the movement of her hips never ceases. They're insistent, unwavering. The overstimulation this time is more painful than pleasurable. She keens with it. Digging her fingers into Cumulus' shirt, and then deeper, into her skin until she knows it hurts.

Cumulus only moans in response.

Cirrus feels like she's going to catch on fire. "Thirteen," Cumulus says.

Cirrus shakes her head. "I can't."

Sunshine laughs as she pulls the taller Ghoulette back to lie against her again. "You can."

"Not like this," Cirrus shakes her head.

She wants out of these soaked clothes. She wants less. She wants more. She wants to bury her face between Cumulus' thighs and exact her revenge for this. She wants Sunshine to pin her to the bed and--

She's being moved. She registers it like it's happening to someone else. Sunshine is shifting her off of Cumulus' lap and over into a nest of pillows. Cumulus brushes dark hair off of her brow.

"Look at the mess you made," Cumulus breathes, lips ghosting over Cirrus'.

The spot on her jeans isn't just damp, it's soaked. Cirrus feels heat rush to her cheeks. But she doesn't get a chance to settle into it before Sunshine is dragging her shorts down her thighs and tossing Cirrus' legs over her shoulders. She latches onto Cirrus' swollen clit, flicking her tongue over it and sucking until Cirrus bows off the bed, digging her claws into the bed beneath her. "You'd think you were a water ghoul with how wet you get for us, Cir." Cumulus lays down against her side, pressing her body against Cirrus'. Cirrus turns her head to look at her. She tries to keep her eyes focused, but Sunshine does something with her tongue that has her eyes rolling up.

Cumulus smiles at her, it's fond, easy. And then Cumulus is kissing her, licking into her mouth, holding her in place with a firm hand in her hair. "You can give us three more," Sunshine whispers, dragging her tongue through Cirrus' folds. "Can't you? Gotta break the record."

"Four," Cirrus says when Cumulus releases her mouth. "I can do four."

Cumulus kisses her on the nose, her face breaking into a giddy grin. "That's our good girl."

#comet writes #femslash february #cait #ficlet #request #i blacked out #sunshine/cirrus/cumulus #cumulus ghoulette #Cirrus x Cumulus x Sunshine #sunshine ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #ghost fan fic #ghost fan fiction #the band ghost fan fiction #nameless ghoul fan fiction #unedited

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jnnul · 1 year

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jnnul’s [works in progress]

a/n: this work in progress list is also a work in progress - but everything on here is stuff that ended up surviving the writer’s fallout purge (where i inevitably delete all the documents of fics i no longer have the passion to write). there is a new and updated second version of this masterlist for the newer ideas that i’ve been working on.

ready for love - jeno x fem!reader (ft. tbz’s juyeon) (non-idol au)

sum.: a boy who has never taken a relationship seriously. a girl who is seriously over relationships. when they end up finding each other, will they let their ideas of what a relationship should be like ruin their relationship before it even starts?

word count: 19.5k

release date: tues, nov 21, 2023

tags: slice of life, friends to lovers but also...it’s complicated?, everything is just complicated for no reason in this fic they’re just dramatic af, jaemin and y/n are platonic besties

status: released!

of sword and ink - juyeon x fem!southasian!oc (silla era au)

sum.: where an indian princess is sent to the silla dynasty in order to promote trade through the means of political alliance - marriage. however, the princess soon discovers that the king she is to marry is not like what the stories say he is.

est word count: 30-40k

est release date: may 2024 (or never lol)

tags: dynasty meets the crown meets game of thrones minus the incest, just a lot of politics and a lot of poorly concealed government smacktalk, if i go missing after this one it’s bc i made too many innuendos abt capitalism

status: writing (700 words lmao)

five questions - mark x gn!reader (non-idol au)

sum.: did you know it only takes five questions to find your soulmate?

est word count: 4-5k

release date: wed, june 27, 2023

tags: finance bro mark and y/n, slice of life, mostly fluff, kinda your typical suburban modern day couple, idk they’re just good ppl who experience a slow and sweet romance, oh! and mark sucks at beer pong

status: released!

great teacher y/n - jaehyun x reader (teacher/school au)

sum.: teaching high school kids about physics and mathematics was not your career plan. but turns out the government is serious about collecting their loans and there simply isn’t any way to do that without a job. so when nasa doesn’t work out, you turn to teaching physics at a prestigious academy - copernicus academy. as you navigate between being a good teacher, new friends, and possibly even romance, you realize that sometimes, the unexpected plans are the best ones.

est word count: 11k

est release date: august 2024

tags: still fleshing this one out bois

status: on hiatus

peaches - yang jungwon x reader (neighbor au)

sum.: when you pie your [really-hot] neighbor in the face on accident, you never imagine that you’re gonna have to be wheeling him to the hospital because who the fuck is allergic to peaches? yang jungwon, apparently. but you come to learn that yang jungwon is so much more than his unfortunate allergy to peaches and his pretty face and you’re stuck wondering if falling in love with someone you can’t have is worth it.

word count: 2.9k

release date: june 4, 2024

tags: this one’s sad bois, bullet fic, like ngl, when i was planning this one, i teared up a little bit, sorry in advance tw: major character death, terminal illness, just...not meant for the weak-hearted

status: released!

#jnnul #jnnul's wip masterlist #jeno fic #nct fic #juyeon fic #tbz fic #mark fic #nct 127 fic #jaemin fic #jaehyun fic #nct dream fic #felix fic #skz fic #jungwon fic #sunghoon fic #enhyphen fic #wonwoo fic #svt fic

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aggravateddurian · 6 months

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OC Interview | Melanie Foster/Gonzalez (depends on the timeline)

Was tagged by @ouroboros-hideout. Thank you, Colonel.

Name: Name's Melanie Foster... although, things going well, it might be Gonzalez soon enough.

Nickname: Some people call me 'Mel.' Truth be told, I'm not fussed.

Gender: Female (Cis)

Star Sign: I was born on March 27, so I guess that makes me a... *checks agent* an Aries.

Height: 5'7"

Orientation: Pansexual

Nationality/Ethnicity: I was born in Seattle, which technically makes me a citizen of the Western Corpo States. Both of my parents were white.

Fave Fruit: Pineapple. Sometimes, even on pizza. I've been told that's bad, but fuck me I didn't realise we were all conformist sheep in 2079.

Fave Season: No season is fun in Night City. It's either dry and cold as fuck, or it's 100% humidity, swimming through the air... oh and the rain is acidic and burns your eyes. Honestly, it's the fall. Nice reminder that everything's in a constant cycle of renewal.

Fave Flower: Japanese Cherry Blossoms. They're so delicate, and while pretty, they're short lived... the best people in Night City are like sakura. They bloom, live short, brilliant lives, then they die as quickly.

Val's more like a peony. Hardy, yet beautiful. Her ex is a fuckin' gonk for letting this one slip through his fingers.

Fave Scent: Val bought a peach-scented spray for the apartment the other week and it's now everything to me. Really masks out the smell of rotting garbage that permeates Japantown.

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Hot Chocolate. They sweeten the shit with scop paste but fuck me if it isn't addictive. Just don't tell 'er I'm drinkin' it. 'kay?

Average Hours of Sleep: More than what Val gets when she's tuning virtus for the Mox, that's for sure. Somewhere between 6-8 hours.

Dog or Cat Person: I'm a dog person, but Val has this ginger cat, she's grown on me though.

Dream Trip: Love to go somewhere tropical. Not sure exactly where, but I just want to relax on a beach with a mojito.

Favourite Fictional Character: John Wick, not just because he's fuckin' brutal in those BDs, but he also kinda looks like Johnny Silverhand.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: One. I tend to run a little hot, but Val really feels the cold. So sometimes I'm buried under a mountain of blankets. She's lucky I love her.

Random Fact: Promise not to share this with too many people? There's a little secret I've been keeping from Val... I've been tuning some of the raw BDs from Lizzie's she's been working on, help take the workload off her. Doesn't seem right that Susie Q expects her to do that job alone.

Tagging (with no pressure): @genocidalfetus @gloryride @shivsghost @olath124 (and anyone else who would like to hop on)

#oc interview #oc: melanie foster #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 oc #cp2077 au: chorus timelines #cp2077 au: the president's lady #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #tag game #oc ask game

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frstcorinthians · 6 months

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on repeat tag game teehee thx for the tags @venus-haze & @blood-mocha-latte !!

common people - pulp

betty - taylor swift

beetlebum - blur

27 - fall out boy

rock the casbah - the clash

downbound train - bruce springsteen

dial drunk - noah kahan

just - radiohead

alrighty aphrodite - peach pit

deadlines (hostile)

i tag @infiniteseamal @obiknights @illuminetic @almost-a-class-act @ronsparky and anyone who wants to do it !! do it let me see your spotify metrics

#aleks.txt #my on repeat is so slow to change because all the songs on it are songs ive listened to on loop for one day or another #like i havent listened to beetlebum since....august? really?#but i listened to it so MANYYYY times #aleks.chat

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useless19 · 6 months

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What are peach’s thoughts on the relationship? Bowser didn’t exactly have them make a graceful exit from the mushroom kingdom on day 27 for her to be feeling super great about the situation ship and all.

Day 27 was very hard for Peach. Having a big fight and then dealing with her home ruined was bad enough, and then Bowser stomps right on her in her kidnapping PTSD. If Luigi hadn't been one of the most capable people she knows, then she would have physically fought Bowser over the matter (and not done great, she was running on fumes at that point).

However, Luigi is capable and they exchange a lot of letters over the next few days that manage to calm her worry. She sends power-ups and Luigi confirms his (confused) receipt of them and writes things that she was sure that Bowser wouldn't have allowed a prisoner to write, but it's clear that Bowser knows what's in the letters and hasn't tried to change anything. She receives anecdotes about Junior and Bowser.

Of course, at that point she hasn't picked up on Bowser's feelings for Luigi or Luigi's denial about his feelings for Bowser. She wasn't always kidnapped for "romantic" reasons after all.

So when Mario gets back on Day 30 and talks it through with her, Peach is mostly confused. The idea of anyone liking Bowser on a romantic level is something she struggles with. She spent eleven years being kidnapped and that took her from a more accepting 'not my cup of tea but I understand that people's tastes are different' to an extremely firm no on the thought of Bowser with anyone. She doesn't get the appeal and has had to spend so long stamping down any friendly overtures that might be taken the wrong way that it's going to take a lot for her to come to terms with Luigi's choice.

Peach is a good person, so she accepts Luigi's right to make his own choices, but she cannot understand his choice on a fundamental level. She's happy to be allies with Bowser and extremely pleased for his attention to be away from her. She's going to spend the first few months worried that it's going to fall apart, but as time goes on and it becomes clear that Bowser is trying to be nice for Luigi, she gains a bit of faith and, ultimately, they've dealt with Bowser being "heartbroken" before.

Luigi isn't going to really notice how worried Peach is over the whole thing, she's much more likely to keep quiet about her concerns. Funnily enough, Bowser's a bit better at reading her when he puts his mind to it (which he doesn't do super often). Of course, staying quiet in the face of Luigi's apparent happiness will mean that it takes Peach longer to come to terms with it (because she isn't raising her concerns with Luigi and therefore giving him a chance to explain himself and put them to rest), but she'll get there eventually. As long as everyone seems happy, she'll try to put on a happy face too.

(When Luigi left for the first time in Day 42, Mario visited Peach's castle to have company and be in a better situation for having power-ups when it inevitably went badly. However, Mario and Peach ended up winding each other's paranoia up terribly. Eventually they decided it was best for Mario to stay away from the castle for the first day any time Luigi was away so they could face the situation with more level heads).

#days #ask #bowuigi #peach is a tricky character to figure out sometimes #she's good and nice #but how does that play out in a world that isn't always good and nice back?#like she genuinely wants bowser to find love with someone when it's what he so clearly wants #but she doesn't want that person to be her #she's not going to marry someone she doesn't want to (especially when they've kidnapped her)#but sometimes it's difficult to say 'no' without hurting him and putting her people in danger #this got kinda rambly

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1-98 ask game

Im not gonna answer some of them just cause 1- I’m lazy, and 2- I couldn’t think of an answer. I’ll just put N/A (no answer) for those ones

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Mugs definitely, I love mugs. Teacups are a close second though, those are pretty cool.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubble gum (this also depends on what brand of bubble gum though)

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

I was homeschooled so idk

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Soda cans/bottles, whatever the soda originally came in basically

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Grunge or goth

7. earbuds or headphones?

Headphones 100%

8. movies or tv shows?

tv shows, movies are too much commitment

9. favorite smell in the summer?

This is oddly specific, my mind is blank

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Again, homeschooled. I’ve never done p.e.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

A bowl of cereal

12. name of your favorite playlist?

“More unnamed vibes ✨🕺”

13. lanyard or key ring?

Lanyard

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Skittles

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

The kite runner was really good. I also loved when we read Shakespeare

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

It depends which part of my body hurts that day

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

combat boots

18. ideal weather?

When it’s really sunshiney right after it rains

19. sleeping position?

On my side

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Notes app or google docs if I’m on my laptop

21. obsession from childhood?

✨dinosaurs✨

22. role model?

N/A

23. strange habits?

I have a lot of habits but I wouldn’t say any of them are strange or out of the ordinary? I’m sure there’s something but I can’t think of it right now

24. favorite crystal?

N/A

25. first song you remember hearing?

Idk man that was too long ago for me to recall. Probably some Katy Perry or something??

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Old lady activities- but outside (reading, crocheting, etc but it’s in the sun so it’s 10x better)

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Old lady activities still but it’s inside because cold

28. five songs to describe you?

That requires way more thinking and self awareness than I posses. Ask pyxy maybe they know

29. best way to bond with you?

Literally just hang out or hold an interesting conversation with me

30. places that you find sacred?

N/A

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

I dunno, probably jeans and a cool shirt ?? (I wear the same things every day)

32. top five favorite vines?

I LIKE A LOT OF THEM HOW SHOULD I PICK???

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Probably me yelling ‘KYEL’

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

🕺 Avocados from Mexico 💃🏼

35. average time you fall asleep?

Like how many times per day? Once a night, I don’t nap. If we’re talking how long it takes me to fall asleep then it’s more like an hour+ of laying in bed and staring at the ceiling

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Some of these questions are really challenging my memory

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase

38. lemonade or tea?

Lemonade

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Pie

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

N/A

41. last person you texted?

@pyxy-styx

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

I do not like scented soap

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy but I also like sci fi

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

T shirt and leggings /pajama pants

47. favorite type of cheese?

All of the above

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

A peach?? Idk

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

N/A (I can’t think of any rn but I’m sure there is some)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Watching someone else laugh so hard that water came out of her nose

51. current stresses?

I have a concert coming up soon but I think we’ll be fine

52. favorite font?

Times new Roman (I don’t use a lot of fonts, this one is nice though)

53. what is the current state of your hands?

I’ve colored all over them

54. what did you learn from your first job?

N/A

55. favorite fairy tale?

Dude most of the original fairytales are pretty gruesome, they’re all really cool

56. favorite tradition?

My family is boring we don’t really have specific traditions

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Oh boy do you wanna know (N/A)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Creative ability in general, specifically with music and crafts like crocheting or sewing. Ig I would also consider my fixation and knowledge on psychology and brain stuff a talent.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

Gaslight Gatekeep Kivenboss

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

N/A (I haven’t watched any anime so)

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“But before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a persons conscience” -Atticus Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

62. seven characters you relate to?

Nimona(Nimona), hiccup haddock(HTTYD), Charlie spring(Heartstopper), Peter Parker(specifically the Tom holland MCU spider man), Anne Shirley(Anne of green gables), Katie Mitchell(Mitchell’s vs. the Machines). Kinda basic characters but idc.

63. five songs that would play in your

club?

All the gay songs

64. favorite website from your childhood?

I wasn’t really on the internet as a ki

65. any permanent scars?

Yeah

66. favorite flower(s)?

Marigolds and carnations are really pretty

67. good luck charms?

N/A

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

I’m not typically picky when it comes to the flavor of things, nothing comes to mind that I just really hated the flavor of.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Pretty much everything I know about cannibalism

70. left or right handed?

Right

71. least favorite pattern?

Anything that has so much going on it overloads my brain

72. worst subject?

The one I’m worst in is probably any type of history but I don’t hate any subjects

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

I dislike weird flavor combos in general so I can’t think of any I like

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

I could probably get up to a pain level of like 5 or 6 and not even really notice just cause I suck at noticing what’s going on with my body. Pain meds also just don’t really work well for me, so I rarely take any

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I think I was six, almost seven probably?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

French fries 🫶🫶

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

I know nothing about plants. I think plants with vines hanging out of the windowsill would look cool though

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Sushi

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

School ID. I have a horrible rbf in my license photo

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

I grew up saying fireflies but lighting bugs is so much cooler

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

Writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcast

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie

85. fairy tales or mythology?

I don’t know much about mythology but it’s cooler so I pick mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

I don’t actually know

88. your greatest wish?

My father dies (/hj)

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Your mom

90. luckiest mistake?

N/A

91. boxes or bags?

Depends what I’m putting in them

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

lamps and other alternative lighting over the big lights any day

93. nicknames?

My legal name + the nickname that goes with it (I hate these), my preferred name + nickname of my preferred name, kiven, plus whatever random crap my friends come up with

94. favorite season?

Autumn

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr (im a mobile user, tragic I know) or Spotify

96. desktop background?

A drawing of a rainy day

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

All in all it’s around eight

98. favorite historical era?

The renaissance was pretty cool. Industrial Revolution era is also really fascinating

This took way too fucking long to do but here it is

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epicrox · 8 months

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Till The End Of The Moon Thoughts - Episode 1 part 2

WARNING: SPOILERS BELOW

PARTS: 1.1 | 1.2 |

This is mostly for me to look back on and see the moments that I caught my eye. Nothing analytical. I offer nothing to the table

I'm also a visual person so there's a lot of screenshots x

From now on this is going to be called my thoughts because I refuse to call what I'm writing down as a review. Reviews inform people and this post does nothing for people.

A new chapter begins!

Love the make-up

3. This girl has mini peaches in her hair

4. She fell down a slope and looks like this?

5. It seems like the OG!Ye Xi Wu wasn’t well-liked.

6. Did OG!Xi Wu pay the bandits? They keep winking at her

7. She sounds like she entered a video game

8. Is that Tantai Jin?

9. Nope, it’s that guy that got stabbed and fell down the cliff. Did he also time travel?

10. Oh god, this is a villainess story. I’ve read my manhwas. She literally transmigrated to another body so I shouldn’t be surprised

11. Is Ye Bingchang gonna be a pure character that has an evil side? That feels too cliche tho.

12. Yh OG!Xi Wu is a textbook villainess. Hiring a bunch of bandits to get the prince’s attention. Is Prince Lin going to fall in love with her afterwards?

13. The way I gasped at this. She’s maRried to him?!

14. Wait what?

15. I know they previously told us he got abused in his mortal lifetime but I still thought he would be more powerful. How villainous is Xi Wu?

16. What is this the Lan Sect? I like the scenery tho.

17. He looks so ethereal. And a bit pitiful.

18. Girl stop being weird.

19. I keep stopping the episode every minute in this scene. She’s asking him to strangle her and he’s getting flustered and uncomfortable. I just wanna hug him.

20. Omg, you mostly see a ML doing this to a FL.

21. What are you inspecting?

22. He’s so adorable. He’s totally different from what I was expecting the mortal Tantai Jin was.

23. Oh, this man wants to kill you. Justifiably from what I’m currently seeing. Talking about the OG! Xi Wu, of course.

24. Oh, she was getting some kind of confirmation that it was him. She was having some traumatic flashbacks just by the way he glared at her

25. What are they? Cultivators? Because I can’t believe that’s possible. Does he not eat or sleep?

26. If Bingchang was the FL of this drama, Tantai Jin would be the second male lead. I know a bunch of manhwas where the villainess tries to romance the novel’s second male lead and then also gets the male lead’s attention. I think this drama might have the same format.

27. I snorted at Chuntao’s imitation of Xi Wu

28. Tantai Jin is a hostage prince?!

Ok, so this is not what I expected when I first heard about this drama when it was announced in 2021. I knew there was time travelling but thought the situation would be different.

I saw posters like these and thought it was a modern girl falling into a fantasy world:

I was also under the assumption that Luo Yunxi was a demonic prince (sort of right about this) who woke off from a slumber then began to take over the world and reigned for over 500 years in darkness. Then they had to send Bai Lu to stop him.

I know he’s going to turn evil in the future but I didn’t know that he would start off as a weak human. I’m not complaining, it’s a nice change from the usual male leads you see every time in dramas

#till the end of the moon #tantai jin #ye xiwu #tteotm thoughts

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