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sebbyisland · 9 months
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Cavetown, Falling In Love with a Girl | Mary Oliver, Dogfish | Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere | Zack Villere, Fear of Intimacy | Roy Croft, I Love You | Akwaeke Emezi, Freshwater | Michael Spence, First Love in Two Dimensions | Tanizawa Tomofumi, Reaching You | Rebecca Sugar, Time Adventure
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peach-pot · 1 year
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hi
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uhm. I don’t have any propaganda I just wanted to also make a post where I tag all the tart bracket participants. hi friends ^_^ excited to play this fun little game with y’all, how are you? I haven’t spoken to some of you ever hello nice to meet you <3 I’m hannah or han or darcy (I’m a man of many names). do any of y’all like jellycat stuffed animals.
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anemoflower · 4 months
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I've been playing so many tall male characters that I forgot... how smol Heizou is. Like when he's walking it's like simple *tap tap tap tap* that's kinda... cute.
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azol-otl · 1 year
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Not Reverse Robins or Scrambled Birds but a secret third thing: A Step to the Left.
Not  Dick > Jason > Tim > Steph > Damian, 
but Jason > Tim > Steph > Damian > Dick*.
But not only them. Every sidekick with a legacy name gets shifted one spot. (No I’m not counting the Golden Age because I’m not combing through that ).
This means that Jason’s Titans team is him, Mia (Speedy), Jackson (Aqualad), Cassie (Wonder Girl), and Bart (Impulse but y’know he was KF II in the comics).
The NTT team including Starfire, Changeling, Raven, and Cyborg stays the same since they’re the only ones with those names. Cass gets lumped in here because Jason actually wants to do college/is becoming disillusioned about cape life and the idea of Kori learning Cass's body language is too good to pass up.
Tim gets one (1) cape friend (because Jason only got one) and it’s Zachary Zatara because it has to be a d-lister who deals with that disaster Teen Titans era.
Stephanie gets Jon (Superboy), Yara (Wonder Girl II now), and Irey (Because guess what it’s Impulse on the team and not KF which means we get Impulse II). Secret, Cissie, Anita, Slobo etc. all stay the same.
Damian doesn’t get anyone until he becomes Batgirl.
Duke literally gets Damian’s exact canon team but it’s Kon instead of Jon and probably won’t end with them committing war crimes.
If the character in that placement dies in canon then the new character in that placement also dies (i.e. Jason dies so Tim will die/ Kon dies so Jon will die).
But there will be changes because these are different characters so not all of them would react the same.
For example, Jason and Cass are the first Robin and Batgirl, but Cass becomes Nightwing while Jason becomes Oracle because I feel like Jason generally fits Barbara’s character better than Cass does (which is a fucking shame because Oracle being someone named Cassandra should be a no brainer but yeah).
 Or how Barbara should be Batgirl number three, but it’s actually Damian because Cass would see their similarities between them and offer him Batgirl (which he refuses at first but after his disastrous run as Robin he sees how Batgirl would fit his strengths better).
 Also I refuse to believe that Jason and Cass would let Dick out as Robin so young so he’s benched until later and his place is taken up by Duke and instead of Leviathan it’s Gnomon.
#I actually have a lot of thoughts about this but I didn't want to word vomit it all up like I normally do#No lie Damian becoming Batgirl III was not planned but because it started off with Cass it honestly felt right#So now him and Stephanie parallel each other so much more than I planned with the whole 3 identities cycle of Original > R > BG> OG#Also Robins 1 3 and 5 (the ones who were actually focused on for a time) are all Gotham natives with strong ties to the people#So that feels right#Also also Mia and Jason both being on the same team and having similar traumas while comics were finally starting to tackle these things#Tim has to deal with all the shit Jason did including starting off as a Blonde Jason clone (hey Timmy Todd)#Being victim blamed for his death for nearly 20 years and brought back as a villain#Then left with writers who hate him and made him ugly *and* stupid#then left with Lobdell and having the fans of his teammates blame him and his fans for things that they had no control over#other notes I didn't put in include Cass's cover is that she's Jason's cousin via Willis who was adopted and it turns out to be true#Stephanie 'Ambiguously Gay' Brown with her team full of Women who can crush her like a bug#Cass 'Are you sure she's straight' Wayne and her Gal Pal Koriand'r#Jason and Bart's wild 50 years where they surprise everyone including the writers and editors#since none of their love interests stuck but the chemistry they had with each other was off the charts#so their friendship read more as a slow-burn annoyances to friends to lovers that was totally on purpose guys and became canon p52#like right before the reboot because the writer was like "Fuck it we're rebooting anyways!#if you feel like it's unfair that Tim and Damian gets no friends remember that I didn't shift teams at all only the people in them#so they get dealt Jason and Stephanie's canon hands#Don't come at me with 'uhm Robin is DICK'S nam'e' that retcon happened 50 years after the character#I can do the exact same with any character#great another essay in the tags#azol's posts
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loveofastarvingdog · 10 months
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just ememebered love me anyway… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
guy who wants to be loved anyway (<- "anyway" regarding being known for who he is, accepted as he is, without having to perform or reach certain expectations) unable to stop performing for long enough to let someone love him as he is. does this even make any sense? babey if you're always wearing a mask how can someone learn to love your face?
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blood-king · 2 years
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"sun wukong likes to be romantic" 🚫🚫🚫🚫
"sun wukong practices themes of literary romanticism" ✅✅✅✅✅✅
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cathalbravecog · 10 months
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the guzma urge to draw archie to half the plastic beach songs.......................
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orcelito · 1 year
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quick i need another 1k words to add to discacc chapter 42 bc it is 13.7k words rn and there are 485.3k words posted so current chapter count would put me at 499k words
i dont wnt to be store price label 500k words i wanna be actual 500k words!!!!! fuck!!!!!!!!1
#speculation nation#discacc shit#but also i dont. wanna add unnecessary shit to this chapter lol. shame#so im gonna be juuuuuuust under 500k words for main fic#tho series. will be. uhh#like 520k words lmfaooooooooo#uhm. im right on the verge of officially making discacc a series and that's pretty wild#ive thought about side things for a While but this is like. actually making it a thing#i want to write akira's perspective for discacc chapter 5. aka some really depressing shit#i want to write more in depth about goro's friendship with wakaba. which would Also be painful#i wanna write a ryukita side story. for their relationship development. since they are such MESSES it's not just happening#that has In Theory been happening. i made a list of Events to be placed in vague spots through discacc timeline#referenced one of them in the last chapter so lol. that's Passively happening. and maybe i will capture it at some point#and of course the interlude fic (akira 3rd year content) and sequel fic (them as young adults)#i played with the idea of writing smth from mamakechi's perspective#but tbh im kinda exploring her role in the story a lot with chapter 42 and this side thing. so.#a lot of the tragedy exists in the unknowns about it all#goro not knowing for sure that she loved him. and oscillating between the good memories and the bad#unsure of which to cite for whether she loved him or not#and honestly there's stuff even im not sure about. purposefully left vague bc there is no need for it to be known.#that's just what happens when someone dies before you can really get to know them. goro will carry this for the entire rest of his life.#and just....................... man that's really not what this post was originally about huh#SIDE FICS i gottem. soon.
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hearties-circus · 1 year
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I swear this is like some hollyoaks shit huh
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i think my heart is a graveyard of people I loved and miss
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actually. changing my answer to that last post so it's JUST the record player song. that song is so fucking. oughghghghhh you wanna understand me as a person listen to the record player son g by daisy the great
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rafesslxt · 2 months
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What are friends for? | Theodore Nott
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summary: y/n and theo are best friends. she need‘s a little help to make a boy jealous, who ignores her. so what are friend for if not for helping each other?
warning: smut, smoking, drinking, best friends to lovers, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral
word count: 3,7k
notes: my first smut!! english is not my first language, tell me If there is something to correct, I don‘t speak italian I used a translator, request are open 🫶🏻✨
have fun reading <3
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" It's like I'm not even there anymore! " I huffed and let my body fall onto Pansy's bed. " Maybe Blaise needs a little reminder that you're not some toy to play with. Show him that there are plenty of boys who want a piece of you. " She was right, but I couldn't bring it over my heart to led one poor guy on just to make Blaise jealous. We ain't even official. We just went on some dates and I thought that he really liked me, but now he ghost me at every chance he gets.
" I don't want to break a heart just for that. He's not worth it. Maybe I should jut let it - " " No no no! I have an idea! Why don't you ask one of the boys?" Pansy asked, right on point because a second later, Mattheo came into Pansy's room. " Whats up? Playing all by yourselfs?" he teased and threw his bag into the corner of the room. " We need somebody for y/n to make Blaise jealous. He acts like a total ass!" He raised his eyebrows and looked at me.
" Why don't you ask Theo? Think he would be perfect for that." he smiled at me and then at Pansy. " Oh my god yes! That's a win win! You totally liked him a few months ago!" Pansy babbled out. " Pansy!" Mattheo's grin widened. " Really? Well, then I think he's more than perfect."
I sighed and stood up. " I can't ask him. What If he say's no? That would be so embarrassing and I don't want him to think I'm that desperate."
To be honest, I still liked Theodore more than any other guy. We were best friends since we first saw each other when we got sorted into our houses. It clicked instantly. And the older we got, the more of a crush developed inside of me for him. I'm just scared that he doesn't like me as much as I like him. What If he thinks this is weird and cuts our friendship? So I just kept it for myself, and Pansy.. and now Mattheo. 
" Hey why are you all in Pansy's room? I was looking for ya'll." All the hairs on my body raised when I heard his voice coming through the door. " Oh you know, we were just talking about the party tonight and how Y/n is looking for a date." Pansy answered him before I could even say something.
" A date? " he asked irritated. " What about Blaise? Thought you had something going on with him?" And again, before I could answer, Pansy did. " Oh he is a total and stupid ass! He ghosts her so we need a new one to make him jealous. But good you are here now." She smiled at her last own words.
" What do you mean by that? " he asked suspicious of her words. " Come on Mattheo, let's go I'm hungry."  Both of them left the room, but not before Mattheo winked at me. " What the hell are they talking about?" Shit, I can't do this. I’m already freaking out inside, how am I supposed to ask him for such a favor?
" Bella, what is it? Are you okay?" he asked and sat beside me on the bed. " Uhm you know.. like Pansy said I - I need someone for the party. " I looked up at him, he always looked so confident and handsome. " And Blaise is going to be there and Pansy thought - I mean you know Pansy - " I tried to laugh it off. " She thinks it would be good for me to show Blaise that there are other boys that want me." I cringed at my own words. Damn, but everybody in our friendgroup knew how I got a love letter like every week from a new boy. " Why don't you ask one then?"
" That's the thing, I don't want to hurt somebody just to get my way. And I don't think I would be that comfortable with a boy I don't really - " "Then let me do it." My jaw almost fell to the floor. " What? " " Yeah why not? We know each other since first grade, you're my best friend and I would love to see that pissed off look on his stupid face." " Wow, uhm okay - uh let's discuss this while eating with Pansy and Mattheo, yeah?" " Fine for me."
We found our friends at the table in the hall, already eating. I told them how Theo would help me and asked for ideas, cause to be honest, I didn't have one fucking Idea how to do this.
" But let me tell you, I'm not in for the soft shit, that won't work on him." Theo said to our surprise. " Yeah that's my boy!" Mattheo cheered and shook his shoulder. " Oh I got it! Listen up!" Pansy said and told us her plan.
At the party
To say I was frustrated was understated. I did everything Pansy told me. I was close to Theo all the time, his hands around me, all over me. Which gave me such a hard time to concentrate on the real mission. We danced closely, he whispered words into my ear, making me giggle, but nothing worked. And If nothing worked, I had to face Theo's Plan for the night.
But let me tell you, I'm not in for the soft shit, that won't work on him. 
The party went well, but it got later and later and more and more of the students went to sleep. Theo kept giving me looks that were supposed to tell me it was time, but I was way too nervous. Another hour went by and it was just Pansy, Mattheo, Draco, Enzo, Blaise and some girl he had brought from Ravenclaw, in the room. They all sat by the fireplace, spread out on the couch and floor. There where 2 couches, one with Blaise and his new girl and Draco on it. On the floor Enzo and Pansy. Mattheo sat on the second couch.
I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Blaise close with a brunette, her sitting on his lap and giggling. My whole body got hot from anger.
I searched for one specific person in the room. And when I saw him, our final plan was set. Firewhiskey in my hand, i emptied like a pro the set my nerves free.
I rushed towards my best friend and grabbed him by his shirt, dragging him with me to the couch Mattheo sat on before he could even think about it. " Woah, not that I'm complaining or anything but what has gotten into you?" he asked.
" Do you see that?" I said and stopped. I nodded over to Blaise and the girl, who was whispering something into his ear. " What the fuck.." Theo said in confusion. "I know! That fucker has the audacity to ghost me all day and then this shit? No no no. Definetly Plan B."
" And how do you want to do it exactly?“ he asked. " I want you to fuck him out of my head If he‘s not talking to me." Yeah, that was 100% the firewhiskey. But Theo didn’t even protest. We arrived at the couch and sat down together.
Pansy lit up a J in her hands and started to smoke. " Where is Enzo? He wanted to share." Kiara asked Mattheo after taking her first big drag. " If you want to I share with you." I said before thinking about it. Theo‘s head shot in my direction. " You sure? That's the muggle stuff, hits a little bit harder. "
" I want some too." Draco interrupted. " Yeah I'm sure. Give me some after Draco. " Theo didn't stop looking at me. He knew that I tried smoking a view months ago but he also knew that I didn't like taking drugs. After Dray took his first puff, he gave it to me. He coughed a litte bit. After I took it from him he lets himself fall against the armrest of the couch.
I took one strong pull, inhaled it deep into my lungs and exhaled it after a few seconds without coughing. " Wow that was impressive." Pansy laughed as she saw how I smoked without one little cough. I gave it to Mattheo, knowing he liked to smoke sometimes.
We shared it for a few minutes until it was done. I felt a hand on my thigh, playing with the hem of my skirt. I looked at Theo who already looked at me and lowered his head to my ear.
 " You know I would love to have you all for myself but do you think that's a good idea? What If it does not work and you regret it?" I got closer to his face, almost touching his lips with mine. " Then I'm so done with him. I tried everything, and every time he finds a way to fuck it up, so yes Theo, I am sure. And If you don't want to take me upstairs and fuck my soul out of my body I will find someone else to do it, so? " He licked his lips and scanned my whole face to make sure If I'm 100 percent sure. 
" Distruggerò il tuo piccolo corpo perfetto, principessa. " ( I'm gonna destroy that perfect little body of yours, princess. ) he growled smiling devilish. "I still can speak italian, Theo."
He slammed his lips into mine and put his hands all over my body. I moaned into his mouth, which turned him on even more. He scooped his hands under my ass and sat me on his lap, where I could feel how hard he already was. " Did my words affect you that much huh?" I smiled at him which he just returned with pressing his hips into mine even more. 
" One part of me hopes it all works out and you get happy and shit, the other part of me hopes he stay's an idiot so I can have you to myself. " he admitted quiet, just for my ears to hear.
" You love the affect you're having on me right?" I just nodded with my head and started to grind painfully slow on him. To be honest after smoking that J with them, I kind of lost my shame, knowing they were probably knocked out already, which means they didn't give a fuck about me and Theo grinding on each other. I couldn't see Blaise’s face as my back was in front of him, but I hoped he would just feel as angry as I did. I swung my hair over my shoulder, where I saw Pansy and Draco getting out of the common room, Pansy winking at me.
" Continue doing that and I'm gonna fuck you right in front of him." " You wouldn't" I dared him, but I should have known better to be honest.
He grabbed me by my waist and crashed me with my back into the couch, getting on top of me. " What did you say?" I smiled sheepishly at him as he lowered his head to my neck where he started to place soft kisses all over my already hot skin. " Okay lovebirds, I'm gonna go and find Enzo." Mattheo said, being the only one left. " Have fun y/n. " he smiled and winked at me just like Pansy did. While Theo started to place his hand slowly under my skirt I turned my head in Blaise’s direction.
That son of a bitch started to make out with her, hands on her ass but his eyes concentrated on me. I moaned loud enough for him to hear as Theo's second hand wrapped around my neck. Blaise groped that girl harder, pressing her hips against his, never losing eye contact with me.
Funny thing was, I knew he didn't enjoy it that much, you could see it on his face. Me on the other hand, I really was enjoying myself. Theo knew all the right spots on my body, even tho a few hours ago I wished it was Blaise instead. I hissed when he sucked on my left boob, which was almost exposed due to my excuse of a top.
My eyes fixed on Blaise again, until Theo turned my head to his face. " How far do you want me to go ? Because I meant what I said, I would fuck you into this couch for hours while he's watching." he asked a little bit quieter. My breathing was heavy, clearly turned on. " Fuck I don't know. He's watching me the whole time I don't think he's gonna keep that facade up for long." " That was not my question, amore." " I trust you Theodore." For a moment I looked at him and saw my best friend again. " But If he doesn't stop it with her, I won't too. So do whatever you want." I smiled at his expression, completely turned on by now and ready to give it all.
" You're gonna regret that." he whispered against my lips before he took my lip between his teeth, making me moan and shake. I closed my eyes and tried not to think too much of Blaise anymore. If he wanted me, he would say something, but I'm not the one who's gonna back down.
"Sei proprio un puttana per me." ( You are such a little whore for me. ) I smiled at his dirty words.
His right hand was already under my skirt, his left hand now cupped my left boob under my top, playing with my nipple. " Fuck Theo, please." I whimpered, arching my back. My hands wandered under his shirt and over his hard abs. Damn, he really was made by the gods.
At that point Blaise was long forgotten and my longing for Theo got bigger by any second. " What do you want, principessa? " His right hand left my skirt to pull my top completely down, so anyone who would pass by, could see me half naked. His lips wandered just above my right nipple. " What do you want, y/n?" he asked again. " Y-your mouth.. want your mouth o-on me - oh yes." I groaned as he wrapped his plump lips around my nipple, sucking and licking it. He was so good at what he did, I almost didn't notice Blaise standing up und leaving the fireplace. 
Theo did too and stopped to my dismiss. " Do you want to stop?" he asked, out of breath, clearly turned on too. " Hell no, I want you to fuck me Theo, please." " Shit I love it when you beg, beg more and maybe I'm gonna give you what you want."
I swallowed all my pride and let go. " Please fuck me Theo, I want to feel you. I wanna feel your lips all over me, please. I'm so hot I can't take it anymore. Just do something." That was all he needed to hear from me. He janked my skirt down my legs and threw it across the place.
His face now in front of my throbbing pussy. " Fuck, you're all wet, just for me huh?" He pressed his lips against my clit, covered by my panties. My brain stopped working from there on. " You smell so fucking good. Such a little slut, letting me touch you in the middle of the common room. You like that? You like the risk at getting caught? " He teared my panties apart and threw them to my skirt. " Theo! They were new!" I frowned.
" After that we're gonna sneek out tomorrow and I'll buy you everything you want as long as you wear it only for me." I nodded and whimpered again as his head came closer and closer to my heat. I wiggled in his grip, crazy for some kind of friction. Finally he started to lick my pulsing clit in a fast rhythm, making me scream his name. " Shit, just like that! " I gripped his soft hair, pressing his face harder into my pussy.
" I wish you would have asked me sooner to help you, your pussy tastes so good I never want to taste something else in my entire life." he mumbled against my hot skin. My heart throbbed too at his words. Not long after that, he started to suck hard on my clit, fingering my hole to prepare it.
My stomach twisted and I felt a strong feeling inside of me. He must have felt it too 'cause he moved his mouth and fingers even faster now. " Are you coming? Fuck, come on my tongue baby, please." he whimpered slightly which gave me the rest and so I came hard, my whole body twitching snd shaking again. He groaned at the taste and pulled himself up again, smiling at me. " That was good?" he asked and kissed me before I could answer, making me taste myself on his lips.
I felt him again against my leg. " I want to make you feel good too." I whispered as my hand slid down his jeans, pressing it against him. He groaned and the feeling, letting his head fall down. With my other hand I opened his Jeans and pulled it down with his help.
" I'm so hard because of you. Can't even think about something else but fucking you into this couch all night long. " " Then do it, fuck me stupid." I said grinning.
He took off his boxer and positioned himself at my entrance. He looked at me to make sure I was ready. "Please, can't wait any longer too." He rubbed his tip against my clit, which was still sensitive from my last orgasm. "Hmm Theo, I need you inside of me, now."
"Turn around, I want to fuck you from behind. Wanna see that ass." I turned around and got on all fours. " Yeah just like that.. now ass up and face down principessa." I did as he told me and waited for his touch again.
" God I wish I could frame this sight right into my head forever." he mumbled and took his cock into his hands, rubbing it against my clit again, spreeding all the wetness. I inhaled sharply as he pressed his cock into me. I wrapped my arms around the cushions beside my head, moaning loudly. " Fuck yes, that tight little pussy feels so good, all for me, right?" he asked me but I was so knocked out inside my head that I didn't answer. Until I felt a sharp sting on my ass. He fucking slapped my ass, making me moan again. "Yes!"
" Shit, you like that? " he slapped my ass again, harder this time and started moving faster, making my ass slap against his hips. I screamed at the feeling of him reaching my g spot." Oh my god yes Theo, right there!" He fucked me like there was no tomorrow, wrapping his hand around my throat and pressing his cheek against mine.
" I want you to never look or even think of that motherfucker again, you understand? It's me who fucks you like this. It's me whose name you're screaming into the cushions which are laying on the couch, that I'm fucking you right now into. Every time from now on you come to me If you want your tight little pussy fucked. Do. You. Under. Stand?" he asked with each thrust. 
" Oh bella I feel you squirming around my cock, are you close again? Did that turn you on? You like being manhandled like that?" "Hmm y-yes please make me come again. I need it so bad." I knew I couldn't hold it for any longer. I was so close to my second orgasm.
" Beg me to cum baby, come on. Beg me and I'll let you come so hard you'll see stars." I was away just a few moment from my high, feeling it in my stomach again. " Oh my god Theo please fuck me! Make me cum p-please!" " Who is making you cum baby ? Tell me! Scream as loud as you can, that bastard shall hear  you coming on my dick." He started to draw circles on my clit and tightened his hand around my throat which pushed me over the line a second time. " It's you Theo, it was alway you, fuck!" I cried out.
My orgasm hit me so hard, that I in fact, saw black and little stars before my eyes. " Mgh fuck- I'm gonna fucking explode all over you. " I clenched around him which made him finally cum. " Fuuck.." he let his head fall in my neck und jerked his cock in his hand until he came all over my ass and back. He had cum on his fingers, holding it in front of my mouth. " Open up, amore."
I did as he told me to and opened my mouth, sucking on his cum covered fingers. His lips slightly parted as he watched me. " I am so not ready with you. Next round's in the shower. " he smirked as he wiped his cum off me with his shirt.
" I meant what I said, it was always you. " I said softly, hoping he would finally admit his feelings for me. " Really? Are you sure it wasn't just so Blaise would - " " No Theo - " I started to turn around, facing him again. " I liked you way before Blaise, I was just scared that you wouldn't feel the same for me. I tried to forget you and move on, so I started this thing with Blaise. But my heart always wanted you. "
"Allora lascia che io abbia il tuo cuore per sempre." (Then let me have your heart forever.) He kissed me softly, holding my face in both his hands. 
"Ti amo." ( I love you. )
"Anch'io ti amo, cara mia. " ( I love you too, my dear. )
hope u liked reading it, thankful for every like. 🫶🏻
My request are open If you‘re interested.
xoxo sarah 🤍
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anemoflower · 6 months
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I should think about platonic f/o's more... like as friends / best friends. I don't know why, but the thought of making new friends is a bit... scary to me.
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theyluvkarolina · 10 days
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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓
Part 2 of `` 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 ``
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· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` when you know, you know. ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ Being in love with your friend is the best! Until your wort dream comes true. However, there might be hope after all.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ lando norris x friend!reader (one-sided love), carlos sainz x fem!reader
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 ୨୧ none!
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ angstish…? (fluff for reader now!), sex jokes (i’m sorry I couldn’t help myself), GOOGLE TRANSLATED SPANISH!!
𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 ୨୧ Margaret - Lana Del Rey
𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ Pt 2 is done! i love carlos and i stand by the fact he types emojis and uses them like a mom. also, oml, the amount of photos here is actually insane 😭😭
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username1 get lando OUT of the likes 💀
username2 men have the absolute audacity
username3 imagine losing your friendship and treating a sweetest girl like shit. isn’t me but it is lando and Ex-Bsf/N 🤷‍♀️
lailahasanovic ✔︎ the hottest 😮‍💨
→ y/n.jpeg LOOK IN THE MIRROR 💕
lilymunihe ✔︎ she’s my gf guys!!
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(ex)ybsf_username wifey 🤍 🤍
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charles_leclerc ✔︎ still waiting for that pasta recipe 😓
→ alexandrasaintmleux char, i think there's a reason y/n isn’t giving it to you… → charles_leclerc ✔︎ what does that mean?! → alexandrasaintmleux i can’t say it i feel too bad 😞 → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ @ charles_leclerc you’re a shit cook. → charles_leclerc ✔︎ wow. thank you max. 😐 → alexandrasaintmleux still love you! 🩷 → charles_leclerc ✔︎ …je t'aime aussi 🫶
username7 anyone know the resturant??
y/n.jpeg it’s Truffle Bistrot in Monaco!
username8 has anyone else noticed how carlos has been constantly liking her photos? like as soon as Y/N posts??
→ usernme9 I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE → username10 carlos will treat her right 100% → username11 better than lando ever would 😬
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carlossainz55 ✔︎ beautiful! 🤩
→ charles_leclerc ✔︎ 🤨 🤨
carlossainz55 ✔︎ although, madrid is a much better place in spain, I can give you a tour next time! 😊
→ username12 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??? → username13 carlos making the moves??? → username14 HELP HE’S SUCH A MILLENNIAL → y/n.jpeg you say that as if you haven’t toured me around madrid when you were still at McLaren after the Spanish GP 🤔 → carlossainz55 yes but, it wasn’t just you and me 😉 → username15 AYO??? → username16 okay mr. sainz we see you → username17 he’s making the moves now that y/n isn’t crushing on lando 💀 → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ this was the worst flirting i’ve seen since charles and alexandra. → charles_leclerc ✔︎ enough of this 😞
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username18 HELLO???
username18 this was not on my 2024 calendar.💀
username19 bro lando is gonna be LIVID.
username20 girl said “you date my bsf, i date yours” 😭
username21 SHE’S NOT EVEN HIDING IT
carlossainz55 ✔︎ hermosa ❤️
→ y/n.jpeg says the one with the best hair ever 🥴🥴 → carlossainz55 you flatter me too much 🙃
username22 kinda living for them together.
username23 better than Lando 🤷‍♀️
username24 hopped from one driver to another… not a good look 😬
→ username25 and lando hopped from one bsf to another??? not a good look for him 😬 😬
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carlossainz55 ✔︎ you look better in red ❤️
y/n.jpeg oh hush you’re making me blush 😣
oscarpiastri ✔︎ kind of offended at the moment…
→ y/n.jpeg whoopsies… sorry osc!! you are still my favorite driver that mclaren 🫶 → oscarpiastri ✔︎ favorite? I’m honored. → username26 probably her favorite for a reason 💀
username27 they weren’t lying when they said “everyone is a ferrari fan”
username28 that carlos photo is literally a jumpscare 😞😞
→ y/n.jpeg he might be a jumpscare but he’s my jumpscare 🫶
charles_leclerc ✔︎ please stop flirting in the garage I don’t need to see this.
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charles_leclerc ✔︎ this feels very targeted 😓😓
→ y/n.jpeg maybe it is → charles_leclerc ✔︎ is my cooking that bad 🙁 → alexandrasaintmleux well… you definitely improved! :) → username29 HELPPP ALEX 😭😭 → charles_leclerc ✔︎ @ alexandrasaintmleux who are you and what did you do to my alex.
username30 1/2 ferrari drivers being able to cook is a world record
→ y/n.jpeg thank god i have the one that can!! → alexandrasaintmleux 😅
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f1 Carlos Sainz wins in Singapore! His first Smoooooth Operation in Ferrari! 🌶️ 🏁
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username31 smooooooooooth operatorrrrr
username32 AS HE SHOULD ‼️
username33 ferrari's only hope this season 😭🙏
username34 someone besides Red Bull winning??
y/n.jpeg my boy ❤️
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username39 ew a ex-Bsf/N sighting
username40 this did NOT eat
username41 i don’t want to see ex-Bsf/N bazongas 🙁
→ username42 BAZONGAS 💀💀
username43 i love the fact no one on the grid or the wags BESIDES ex-Bsf/N liked this post 😭
username44 as they should tbh 🙏🙏
username45 HE-HE-HELL NAH 🗣️ 🔥🚨 🔥🚨 🔥🚨🗣️‼️
mclaren ✔︎ 😬
→ username46 EVEN MCLAREN DISAPPROVES
(ex)ybsf_username my boy ❤️
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username49 MISS GIRL.
username50 WE DID NOT NEED TO SEE THIS
username51 THE CARLOS CRUMBS
username52 CARLOS CRUMBS??? THE Y/N CRUMBS ARE INSANE
username53 THIS IS DEFINITELY A CLAP BACK AT THE LANDO POST 😭
charles_leclerc ✔︎ ENOUGH OF THIS.
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lilymunihe there are kids here 😕
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username54 no ex-Bsf/N?
username55 after the fight i’m not surprised about a no ex-Bsf/N post 😬
username56 FIGHT???
→ username57 you didn’t hear? apparently, lando never liked ex-Bsf/N and they started fighting about Y/N and what happened to her… it’s definitely a “holy shit” moment …
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oh... you love me | spencer reid
spencer x fem!bau!reader summary: four times spencer realizes you love him + one time he realizes he loves you back (platonically, of course). genre: fluff! idiots in love! sloow burn with friends to (closer) lovers! warnings: none? i think. a/n: AAA, ngl, i am a little excited abt this one. i really (really really) hope you like it! i am not patient enough to wait until midnight, so here it is! happy valentine's, gorgeous! word count: 3.1k ish series masterlist
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i. (1st) friday.
You had only been on the team for a couple of weeks, but you had treated him with more kindness than he had ever received in his twenty-three years of life. Spencer doesn’t understand you, and he understands almost everything. He doesn’t understand why when your eyes meet, your first instinct is to narrow your gaze at him until both breaks in a smile. He doesn’t understand why you’re willing to listen to him talk about his interests. He doesn’t understand why you don’t shut him up when he goes off on tangents in the profiles. And, above all, he doesn’t understand why your gaze keeps such a warm space for him as if it was reserved.
But, for the first time in his life, he decides that it’s okay to not understand something. It doesn’t really matter. Not when being around you is so easy. His entire existence has felt like a knot too tight. But at your side, it is as if he was made of the softest silk in the world that slides in the elixir of the universe. He looks for you and his heart beats comfortably when he finds you in front of him, as always. Your brow is furrowed as you look through a folder. He decides to go help you.
“Hi,” he breathes, sitting on the edge of your desk. He puts his hands in his pockets so they don't stay hanging.
“Spencer,” you grin at him.
“You need help?” he asks, nodding towards the manila folder in your hands.
“Oh, no, don’t worry about it,” you quickly assure. “Besides, I don’t want Hotch to call you out again for helping me.”
Spencer just shakes his head. He doesn’t mind Hotch. No, if it means he can help you. “It was nothing,” he says, shrugging. He wavers, getting back on his feet. “Uhm- alright, I’ll let you work, then.”
“Wait!” you say, looking for something inside your bag. You take out two rectangular papers. “One for you and one for whoever you want. I won this, uh, giveaway for a Russian science fiction festival, but uhm, I didn’t realize the movies weren’t going to be subtitled.” You smile, cheeks hot with embarrassment. “But then I remembered I work with a genius who happens to love sci-fi and knows russian.”
Spencer stares at the tickets in your hand. This, without a doubt, takes the prize for things he doesn’t understand about you. Did you think about him? You not only pay attention to him, but you keep him in mind. Enough to thread his interests with him. Oh. Is he having a panic attack? Or why is his heart making so much noise? Norepinephrine. Dopamine. Serotonin. Cortisol. Oh. The chemicals of love. Is that it? You love... him? (And he loves you back?)
As friends, of course, he thinks a second too late.
“Spencer?” you call him, worry outlining your expression. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable- Sorry. I just- thought you’d wanted to go? It was silly, sorr-“
“No,” he says, perhaps too strong, high-pitched voice. He clears his throat. “No. Sorry. It’s… yeah. I’d love to go. Thank you. But uh…”
You look up at him. Nothing else holds your attention. He can’t take it. He clears his throat again.
“One ticket is enough,” he says. “You- you can use the other one, if you want.” There’s a pause. Your eyes are cautious, like you don’t want to misunderstand him. “I- I can whisper the translations of the movies for you. If you want.”
Oh, God. Why’d he say that. He’s going to ruin this friendship before it can properly start-
“I’d love to, Spencer,” you beam.
He lets out a shy smile, before finally taking the ticket out of your hand, which is now resting on your lap. He doesn’t think it too much and leans in to reach it. He reads the day: Friday, eight pm.
“Reid,” Hotch says, behind him. Spencer stiffens. “Why aren’t you on your desk?”
ii. chopsticks.
“Ey, ey, ey,” Morgan calls you out. “Not cheating, pretty girl.”
Spencer watches you smile softly as you shrug and he takes the fork you pass him under the table. His fingers brush yours for a few seconds and he is now filled with nervous laughter fighting to get out.
“What do you mean?” you ask Morgan, with trained innocence. “I just went to the bathroom.”
Spencer stares at his plate full of Thai food to avoid the stares of the rest of the team. He doesn't want to face them with blushing cheeks. He replaces his chopsticks with the fork that you just most likely asked for in the kitchen when you “went to the bathroom.” His lungs stutter with emotion every time you make small gestures like these. His big brain doesn't process the efforts you make for him.
“The rubber trick didn’t work out this time?” JJ asks him, her blue eyes catching the soft glam of the lamps in the restaurant.
“Uh, no. It didn’t work last time either,” he shrugs, rolling the noodles up and savoring his first bite of the night.
JJ nods, without saying more. He didn’t mean to, well, be mean. But what if he was? Should he apologize now? Or would that make things worse? He looks at you, searching for comfort, but you avoid his eyes. Oh. How can he managed to make things worse without saying anything? It has to be a special talent being this awkward socially.
When the team’s conversation flows back to normal course, away from his lack of skill with chopsticks, Spencer searches your gaze again. You’re not participating much in the general conversation. And it’s not that you ever talk too much, actually, but you are always engaged-on and laugh at the jokes they make. Spencer ventures out and fumbles for your hand under the table. He finds your knee and he’s mortified that it can make you uncomfortable, so he lets go of it immediately. But then you look at him and offer him a slight smile. Your hand meets his halfway his retreat and you intertwine your fingers with his. The feeling of your palm against his, far from scaring him, reassures him into reality. It makes him self-aware in a nice way. As if he was grateful to be alive for the first time.
“You okay?” Spencer mouths without making a sound.
You nod right away. “Yeah,” you whisper back. “Is your food not good?”
“No, it’s great,” he assures you giving a gentle squeeze to your hand. “Thank you.”
“Well, how can it be a dinner if you don’t eat anything?” you smile, the spark of the joke shining in your eyes.
He softly laughs and nods, bashful. He wants to soak in your affection, even if he doesn’t truly know how to do that.
“Where are your hands, pretty ones?” Morgan then says, with a knowing glance and a smirk blossoming on his face.
iii. hand sanitizer.
You have been called by one of the states with the lowest police budget. The air is warm and dust settles on Spencer’s tongue. The AC smells stale. And the space you’ve been given to work is as small as a single cubicle back in the bullpen. These are difficult conditions for a germaphobe like Spencer. But he is trying to cope.
When Prentiss and Morgan arrive with the takeout, the tiny room immediately fills with burger-flavored steam. Spencer is going to throw up. He slips into the hallway in search of the bathroom. He tries not to think about how little they have to clean it when he sees the tartar accumulated at the base of the sink. He turns the rusty knob, but the water never comes. What. This is it. How they expect him to eat with dirty hands.
He sighs resignedly. His stomach growls, but he ignores it as he walks past the assigned little room. He leaves the precinct and breathes in clean air. He can always eat at the hotel, where there is water. And functional AC. And the atmosphere doesn’t stink of grease and sweat. The door sounds behind him and he turns, ready to explain to Hotch that he’ll be back in a second. But he finds you holding two bags of hamburgers in one hand and two ice cold sodas in the other. He rushes to help you.
“No, wait,” you stop him. You stick out your hip a little. “Beside my badge,” you tell him, “there’s hand sanitizer.”
The relief that runs through him is like a splash of cold water in the middle of this boiling pot of germs. He lifts the hem of your shirt slightly. The cotton feels soft between his fingers. Once the small plastic vase is in sight, he carefully removes it from the buckles of your jeans. Colorless, odorless, and alcohol-free. Spencer might cry. In fact, is he about to do it? His throat closes with emotion. Your affection wraps around him like a damp cloth: refreshing and clean. It’s hard for him to believe that someone could care so much about him.
Your love always takes him by surprise, no matter how long you’ve been friends. He can’t get used to you. Every time he enters the bullpen, it’s like he’s seeing you for the first time (even though you’re the first thing his eyes look for). He doesn’t know how to explain it. He doesn’t know how to explain you. You are that scent that reminds him of home but that he could never describe. You’re that ethereal to him. But you are also kindness materialized. You are gestures full of palpable consideration. Like the gel that he’s consciously sliding between each line of his palms.
“Thank you,” he says, although it’s such a short and meaningless phrase for what he actually wants to say.
“It’s nothing,” you brush off, passing him his burger and soda. “It is pretty crazy to eat with dirty hands, after all. You are just more sane than any of us,” you smile.
He shakes his head, laughing. That’s a first. Him being called more normal because of his phobia of germs, and not a total freak like he’s used to.
“You want to sit down?” Spencer asks you, looking at the edge of the sidewalk with some displeasure. But he can handle it if you prefer to eat sitting down.
“I’m fine,” you assure him, unwrapping your own meal.
“Wait!” he says. He opens the hand sanitizer again. “Your hands, please.”
You smile, amused. “Oh?” you joke. “Are you asking for my hand, Spencer?”
He knows you well enough by now. But he blushes anyway while laughing. “Hands. In plural, angel.”
iv. chocolate donuts.
Spencer has been frowning at the same spot for solid ten minutes.
“Pretty boy,” Morgan calls him. “She��s still not there.”
Spencer snaps back to reality and reluctantly tears his gaze away from your empty desk. “I’m gonna check Garcia’s office.”
“She’s not there either,” Morgan tells him, leaning back in his chair.
“Wh- How do you know that?” Spencer’s expression is near to pouting.
“Babygirl told me. I’ve already asked her,” Morgan shruggs. He’s enjoying this a bit.
“Well,” Spencer sighs in frustration. “Then where is she?”
“Why? Missing her already?” Morgan teases.
Spencer mumbles a shut up under his breath and buries himself in the remaining cases he has to review. Since he woke up, the day has felt against him. He missed his usual train. He doesn’t like the socks he picked out today. His tie is more crooked than normal. His cardigan feels rough. His coffee isn’t sweet enough. And now, you’re not here. He went to the bathroom for a second to splash cold water on his face, and when he came back you were no longer at your desk. Not that he was going to tell you anything important, but seeing you is always a kind of comfort.
He’s about to ignore Morgan and check Garcia’s office anyway when he sees you through the glass doors. He almost jumps from his seat to go meet you, but Morgan’s gaze is insistent enough to save him the guaranteed humiliation. He clears his throat and pretends his desk isn’t right next to Morgan’s.
“Oh, hi,” Spencer casually greets you when you stop by his desk.
Morgan huffs, biting a laugh back.
“Hey,” you answer back, sliding a brown paper bag across his desk.
“Are those…?” he asks, looking at you with stars in his eyes.
“Mhm. Fresh batch and all,” you grin at him.
A few blocks down from the Bureau, there is a bakery that sells the best chocolate donuts. Sometimes you two stretch your lunch time as long as you can and go for a treat. Most of the time it’s just you and him. But other times Penelope comes along. Or JJ. Prentiss, even, if she’s feeling it. But Spencer’s favourite times, he must admit, are when you two are alone.
He opens the bag and immediately the smell of chocolate melts his bad mood. But is that really what disintegrates his heart into a sugary puddle? Or is your detail the responsible? Or are you the reason?
Morgan leans over the cubicle divider and peels a piece of paper from the bag. The color leaves Spencer’s face and he looks at you in panic. You laugh and try to take it from Morgan, taking advantage of your position of standing.
“Uh-oh,” Morgan stands up as well, holding the paper out of your reach. “You guys are passing notes like high-school lovers?”
“High-school lovers?” Prentiss asks, pocking her head out of her cubicle with amusing curiosity.
Spencer is going to die.
“Morgan,” you laugh, shaking your head. “That’s just the receipt.” 
Morgan then looks properly at the piece of paper in his hand. You’re right. He laughs as well.
“But you should have seen the look on Reid’s face,” he jokes, nudging Spencer’s side.
“Here,” you cut him off, giving to him the other brown paper bag. “Take it to Penelope.”
“Alright, alright, mamma,” he rolls his eyes, smiling. “I don’t promise these are gonna make it to her, tho.”
Prentiss is behind him as they come out of the bullpen. “I don’t promise either.”
“You better leave some donuts for Penelope!” you warn, before turning to Spencer with a smile bright as the moon. He smiles back, unable to do anything else.
“Thanks for the donuts. You didn’t have to,” he tells you.
“Of course I had to,” you answer decisively. You take a post-it note out of your pocket. “This one isn’t a receipt.”
Spencer takes the note carefully in his hands. You know Morgan’s right when he calls you pretty boy, don’t you? ;). He laughs and folds the note neatly, so he can keep it forever in his wallet. He looks at you and finally understands that you love him. No, he still doesn’t know how to explain it. But he doesn’t need to. Instead, he takes your hand and tugs it, pulling you towards him. You let out a little sound of surprise. Spencer knows he’s never this affectionate. But maybe he should start being more so. He presses his cheek against your tummy, hugging you around the waist. It takes you a second to get over your surprise, but when you do, you run your fingers through his hair. The hug doesn’t last more than a moment, but the sensation stays with Spencer for the rest of the day. His socks look better, his cardigan is soft again, his coffee is just fine and now he has chocolate donuts. And you’re back at your desk. Today turned out well for him, after all.
+ physics magic!
It’s a slow day at the office. Spencer has finished all the paperwork he had remaining. You are about to do it. The clock hands are closer at midnight than at 10 pm. In reality, a few hours ago Spencer already finished what he had to do. But leaving without you feels wrong. Besides, he’s not going to let you take the train alone this late, that would be definitely wrong.
But he’s… bored. He already read all the books he has on his desk. In fact, he makes a mental note to bring new ones tomorrow so he has something to do. But right now? He doesn’t know how to kill time. Seeing you is always interesting, but he doesn’t think it’s too professional to watch you intently for the remaining time. Then it occurs to him that he can distract you for a couple of minutes. After all, breaks are important and allow the brain to be more productive if they are properly stimulated.
He digs into his satchel and checks that he has what he needs. A half-finished bottle of water. An aspirin. And a small tube. It’s perfect. He stands up excitedly, almost tripping on his way to your desk. You take your tired gaze off the folder you are reviewing and smile confused at the strange image of Spencer about to make little jumps.
“What is it?” you laugh, discarding the folder in your desk.
“You want to see something cool?” Spencer is confident about this one. Confident enough to use unusual words on his tongue.
You shoot your brows up but nod eagerly. “Of course.”
“Alright. Watch. I am gonna show you my magic’s secrets.”
Spencer clears a small space on your desk. He breaks the aspirin in two and drops the powder into the tube. He doesn't have a syringe, but he can manage. With extreme care, he pours a couple of water drops. He covers the small container and shakes it, then leaves it upside down. He looks at you with a huge smile. You give him back half of a one.
“Uhm, that was great?” you try.
“It’s not done yet,” he laughs. “Watch.”
You nod again and focus your attention on the experiment. You don’t do it reluctantly. Not even with boredome. There is no hint of mockery in your expression. And that’s when Spencer realizes how much you mean to him. How much you’ve done for his self-confidence just by being nice to him. How much he hopes to be able to return the favor sometime. At the table, the foam begins to bubble in anticipation at the base of the tube, and then it happens. The tube shoots out. The realization lands on his chest. Spencer realizes how much he loves you. You look at him amazed.
“That was great!” you beam at him.
Physically, he knows it's not possible. But Spencer feels like the stars themselves shine just on you. “Yeah, it’s great,” he smiles at you.
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Lovesick & Lovelorn
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Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader
Summary: You thought that Luke Castellan, your best friend, did not reciprocate your feelings for him. To cope, you wrote letters addressed to him and kept them in a box. What happens when one of your sisters finds it? Inspired by 'To All the Boys I've Loved Before' (fluff, best friends to lovers; you thought it was unreciprocated feelings, happy ending).
Note: Ahh, I'm so happy the show got renewed for season 2.
Word count: 3.3k
You were deeply convinced your fate was tied to one with eternal lovelorn. 
Three years ago, you arrived at Camp Half-Blood and settled into the Hermes cabin before you were claimed by your Godly parent. It was there that you met Luke Castellan - one of your soon-to-be best friends. Though, you knew you were doomed from your first glance into his eyes. Then came his friendly smile and an offer of a handshake, where his hand engulfed yours.
At first, you thought that silly little crush would dissipate. But over time, as you became close friends with the Hermes cabin counselor, you were almost convinced he was faultless. You seemed to adore every little thing about him. Along with the fondness that grew in your heart was also self-pity. At one point, even looking at him hurt because you knew he did not return your feelings.
Hence, the letters.
In between your memories of Luke were letters you wrote throughout those years just to cope with the unreciprocated feeling. It was painful, but what else could you do? You truly believed confessing would put your friendship at risk. Neither did you feel like dealing with the heartache of a rejection. So you never uttered any of your feelings to him, continuing to imprint it on lined papers instead.
You scowled as the pen you were using ran out of ink, leaving the latest edition of unspoken words unfinished. Wordlessly, you fold the incomplete letter into an envelope and shove it into the turquoise box you bought while returning from a quest once. You neatly put the box under your bed.
“Y/N, it’s time to head out,” one of your sisters repeated. Two minutes ago, people were starting to leave, so those on cleaning duties could clean up your cabin. Since you were mid-writing, you hastily asked for a few more seconds. Now, you were the only one left besides two of your sisters.
“Yes, sorry,” you quickly muttered, exiting the cabin and almost immediately bumped into Luke. “Hey, what are you doing here?” you asked.
“I’m here for you. I thought we should hang out,” Luke answered ever so casually. Yet, your heart swelled at the thought that he was there for you. Before you could reply, you two were interrupted by another camper, who told you that one of your other best friends needed you and that it was an emergency.
“I’m so sorry, we’re gonna have to take a rain check on that hangout,” you informed Luke. You slowly started walking backward and away from him. “I’ll see you later, though?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Come find me whenever you’re done, yeah?” Luke requested, hoping to spend time with you later. His soft look made you pause mid-step, almost as if your foot had been cemented to the stones beneath. You nodded absentmindedly before snapping out of that state to comfort your friend.
After two hours of listening to your friend and comforting them, you finally left their cabin to search for Luke, who previously told you to find him after. However, around half an hour later, you slowly gave up at the thought of doing so, feeling almost defeated.
As you turned to head back to your cabin, you spotted the Hermes counselor exiting his. You called out his name, watching his back stiffen before he turned to you. You ignored the odd behavior and recalled, “I’m free now if you’re down to hang out.”
“I’m so sorry, but I’m really busy right now.”
“Uhm, well, I guess I’ll just meet you at our spot whenever you’re done then?” you suggested. You and Luke fell into a routine of star-gazing every night.
Laying under the dark sky that painted your whole horizon often made you feel small. But something about that was so calming, especially considering most of the time, you were suffocated by the weight and duties of being a Demigod. You wondered if it was the moment or if it was Luke’ presence that aided your momentary peace.
“I really, really can’t tonight, I have a lot of things to do.”
“Oh… that’s okay. I’ll see you around?” you replied, watching as Luke fidgeted and gulped while attempting to look normal. It was futile, really, because being best friends meant you could sense when the slightest thing was even off. He nodded, and you retreated to your cabin with thoughts swirling in your head.
Then came the next few torturous and confusing days. For the last two years, Luke would always approach you - almost daily, and vice versa. Being best friends with Luke has been wonderful. Every day together felt like a blessing.
Now, it seemed almost like he was avoiding you. He would find a new excuse whenever you approached. He wouldn’t even look in your direction. Yesterday, you made eye contact with him, and he turned away abruptly, facing his back towards you.
You had enough after day three. You went to your cabin after dinner and reached under your bed with one hand. You did not want to, but this would perhaps be your first-ever letter of anguish about Luke Castellan.
The box…where is the box?
You peered under your bed, mouth hanging open when your eyes could not spot it either. You looked up and around, hoping maybe you had misplaced it somewhere, even though part of you knew you had put it under your bed. You have always done so.
“Hey, have you seen a turquoise box?” you asked your sister as she walked by.
“Oh, the rectangle one, about this big?” your sister reconfirmed, using her hand to show you the size she indicated.
“Yes, that one.”
“Oh, I gave it to Luke.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I was cleaning the cabin three days ago, accidentally knocked it over and saw letters addressed to him. He was right by the door, so I thought maybe I should just deliver them to him.”
Blood drained from your face, and your heart plummeted. Anything else your sister seemed to be talking about started sounding like murmurs, and you could not focus on a word she was saying. Your worst nightmare seemed to have arrived. Somehow, your friendship with him had ended without you knowing. No wonder he has been avoiding you these past few days. He has read them all.
“I need to go,” you quickly muttered, storming out of your cabin. You could feel your body slightly shaking from the panic. No amount of Demigod training had prepared you for moments like these. Then you saw Luke walking over you…with the box in his hands. You took a deep breath and practically forced your voice box to work.
“Listen, Luke—”
“I didn’t think you’d buy birthday gifts that early, Y/N,” he interrupted.
“What?” you questioned and observed the sweet smile gracing his Adonis-like face.
“This?” he gestured to the box. “Your sister gave it to me and said it was from you. Though I thought I should give it back ‘cause it’s not my birthday yet, you might have wanted to give it to me yourself.”
“Oh…” it was the only thing you could utter as it dawned on you what he had perceived the situation as. “Wait, so you haven’t opened it?” you clarified.
“Nope.”
“...So we’re ok?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?” your mouth hung slightly agape at his words. As you scrunch your eyebrows, you could see how his fingers fidget somewhat, almost as if he could tell you would bring his odd behavior up.
“You’ve been acting really odd the last few days, Luke. It had me worried. I thought I did something wrong. It seems like you were avoiding me.”
“I was just really busy with counselor duties,” he dismissed it. However, something about it made you a bit hesitant to believe his words. You did it anyway, nevertheless. You blamed it on your stupid heart.
“Yeah, but—” you stopped, not wanting to stir anything. “Ok then, I’m going to put this away, but I’ll see you later, yeah? Maybe we can finally not rain check again?” You hated how hopeful you sounded. You’re glad that the sun had set a few minutes ago, blessing you with enough degree of darkness to hide your facial expressions from being as evident as they would be in daylight.
“Of course, I’ll see you later, Y/N,” despite the dark and only dim lights from nearby, you noticed there was something different about him. Luke was wearing a nervous smile, almost sheepish like a schoolboy. There was a glimmer of amazement in his eyes like he was in disbelief. Though it was definitely overpowered by a glaring degree of warmth. He was looking at you like all those writers have written down in the books you have read before - something along the lines of adoration and love.
You shook those thoughts away again, refusing to somehow fool yourself into believing he could reciprocate those feelings.
“Yeah, see you,” you muttered, hand gripping tightly on the box as you took it from his hold. As soon as you reached your cabin, you opened the box to peer inside. You immediately sighed in relief upon seeing the copious amount of letters with your handwriting on them, all with Luke’s name on the front.
However, your eyes landed on one unfamiliar one. It had your name on it, written in a familiar wonky handwriting that you have always found endearing.
You sat on your bed, taking the letter out delicately, almost in disbelief. Then, dread overtook any other emotion. Was this Luke’s way of letting you down easy? By pretending to not have read any of your letters and rejecting you through the form that you express your love to him? — you had to physically shake your head at that thought.
You took the letter out of its envelope and started reading: 
‘Dear Y/N,
This is probably the 40th time I tried writing this letter. It feels impossible to try and convey everything onto one piece of paper.
You deserve someone to at least view you as their muse rather than always being the writer. 
Hence why, for the past few days, I had to physically drag myself away from you every time you tried approaching me because I knew if I didn’t, I would just end up spilling my feelings out right then. I knew if I even looked at you, I would have just abandoned this letter idea and run to you. You should have seen me yesterday. When we made eye contact, I had to turn away from you because having the knowledge of you liking me back was enough to knock all the air out of my lungs. I was a flustered mess from just that eye contact.
I doubt my words could rival what you have written about me. You once wrote how it hurts to love someone this much and to always be the poet but never the poem. Well, I’d like to thank you for making me your poems. However, now it is your turn. Allow me to be your poet.
You occupy my mind like it’s your castle. If I had to name everything I love about you, this letter would never end. But for starters, here are some of the first times:
The first time Chiron introduced you to the Hermes cabin, I could not take my eyes off you. Chris had to nudge me away. Just from that alone, a part of me knew I was in trouble. I think I came to the conclusion that I did not want to hold anybody else’s hand after just shaking yours.
2.5 years back during a campfire in June, even when the fire had died and the air grew cold, our voices still filled the air. Conversations just flow when I am with you. I remember never wanting that moment to end. Then you started talking about constellations and told me about the ones above us. Right there and then was the first time I had the urge to kiss you, and to show you that I was just as obsessed with you as you were with stars.
The first time I realized I was in love with you was while coming back from a quest 2 years ago. I remember feeling so numb coming back. The world almost seemed monotone, and I wondered for a second, what if I had made one wrong move? Just as I returned to camp, you bolted and hugged me. Somehow, it felt like I had just taken my first bit of fresh air after drowning for so long. I vividly recall shutting my eyes as I hugged you back because I felt like I was finally home. I remember never wanting to be away or out of your hold as others approached and rushed to get me into the infirmary for checkups.
It was only when I was lying on the infirmary bed that it hit me like a train that lost control. A large proportion of why I fought so hard was to come back to you. You’re my best friend, Y/N, and my place of solace and peace. Then came the realization that I was in love with you. I remember everybody else’s voice drowning out as I focused on that thought. It was strangely calming, as if my heart had known all along but was waiting for my head to catch up. Then I remember just smiling as I looked at the ceiling, unafraid of the new feeling.
Last year, the day we went on a quest together lapsed with Valentine’s Day. Every moment felt extra sweet. Us sitting on the train, staring outside the window together like a couple going on a trip. My mind savoured the small things like you falling asleep on my shoulder with my coat around you and us holding hands as we walked through the crowd to not get lost among couples - which I like to imagine that others had thought we were one as well. It was the first time I allowed myself to pretend this is how it would feel like if you were mine and how our lives together would be if we were not Demigods.
I thought for sure you would have realized something by the way I was staring and acting around you that I was irrevocably in love with you. After reading your letters, I realized that you did see it. But you refused to believe that I could ever be in love with you. Well, I hope my letters will reverse all your doubts, because Y/N, it is so easy to fall in love with you. 
In fact, the world I built up in my head during last year’s quest had consumed my thoughts enough to make me frown at the idea of returning to camp, where it would not just be the two of us anymore. Loving you has never been something I was afraid of. Loving you has been an honour every single day, even if you never knew of it. 
It’s also somewhat funny that I was heavily lovesick while you were lovelorn. But I promise, Y/N, that from this second on, I intend to make you know that you are loved and that I am so deeply in love with you.
Again, I never intended for you to wait for three days, but I ended up throwing away every letter I started because I felt like none had suffice. I didn’t want to mess it up and give you something less than you deserved. I wanted to do something nice for you. I promise I’ll make it up for those three days if you allow me to. But one chance is all I need.
If you are willing to give me that chance, you know where to find me.
Sincerely,
Luke Castellan’
Upon reading his last words, you immediately left your cabin with the letter in hand. You jogged to the spot where the two of you would always meet to stargaze together. Almost instantly, you saw his tall figure under the moonlight. As if he could sense your presence, the Hermes boy turned around and gave you a sweet smile.
“You meant it?” you asked as you raised the letter up, slowly approaching him.
“Every single word, including all the unspoken ones I intend on telling you from now on,” the way he said it felt like he was swearing it on his own heart. “In fact, I would have written more down, but I knew I was keeping you waiting for too long,” he explained as you stopped right before him.
Something about this moment felt cathartic. Three years of dancing around unspoken words and yearning led to this moment. Luke grabbed your hand and rubbed his thumb over your knuckle. You peered up at him, and it was then that you finally accepted what his looks meant: he was in love with you, and there was no doubt about that. There was no more denial on your end that Luke Castellan was enamored with you.
“Will you let me be your poet, Y/N?” he breathlessly referenced the words you and him had both previously written like he had been waiting for this for a lifetime.
“Of course,” you answered almost without hesitation, watching his eyes soften even more, if possible.
“Is it ok if I ask you another question?” he asked again, his other hand caressing your cheek.
“Yeah?” Your face flushed as you saw his brown eyes dart to your lips.
“Can I kiss you?”
This time, you didn’t say anything. You’ve written down way too many words in the past three years. You decided actions would speak louder in this case. So you pulled Luke down by his camp necklace, hands gripping the beads on it as you tiptoed up to reach his lips. 
Luke physically melted as he brought one hand to your waist to hold you up as he leaned down from the height difference. Everything Luke had imagined before could not match the kiss he was finally sharing with you - the kiss that seemed to seal his lips into a spell that would forever leave them unable to belong to anyone else. It felt like heaven and hell combined because he knew that this was going to ruin him forever, and every second he spent with his eyes shut would be one where he had this feeling and moment sown behind his eyelids. 
You had the same line of thoughts. The wait was long, but you felt like it was worth it. Under the stars, you may feel small. But standing there next to Luke, you finally realize it doesn’t matter. Because he was holding you like you were the only thing that mattered.
You were his sun, moon, and everything in between - no constellations could ever measure to you.
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