This game literally rewards whoever has gone through their lives collecting the most amount of pointless information in their mental database, ‘nuff said! Just don’t take it the wrong way when your defeated opponents yell “Well at least I have a life!!” at you. It’s quite possibly true, but it’s also coming from a place of anger.
Extroverted Sensing (Se): Operation
No strategy at all, just excellent hand/eye coordination. If it’s too intense, try Hungry Hungry Hippos, if it’s not intense enough, go with Twister.
Introverted Intuition (Ni): Battleship
The ultimate game of blind guesses. “Dave is WAY too OCD to put two ships right next to each other. Unless he expects me to think that! Hmmm….” ’'I just got this vibe from him when I tried G-5, I betcha I narrowly missed his patrol boat.“
Extroverted Intuition (Ne): Scattergories
Start with one letter, let your mind go crazy finding all the words you can think of with said letter. Ne-Doms might try to push their luck here though. Sorry, but I’m just not accepting ’'Twerking” in “Works of art”.
Introverted Thinking (Ti): Chess
This game is tailor-made for Ti. “What’s my best move?” “What’s my next move after that?” “What will be his move if I do this?” From personal experience I can tell you all Ti’s I have played against have indeed mopped the floor with me. And yes, this includes ESTPs. You may think they’re too cool for chess, but the truth is, if these bastards try it, they fall in love with it and instantly become really good. True story.
Extroverted Thinking (Te): Monopoly
Every Christmas, that ESTJ in your family wants to cut all the sentimental crap and pull out Monopoly so he can brag about winning all night. You know it. Making money, managing money, buying real-estate, managing real-estate, bankrupting your friends etc. Cue Chandler Bing: “Could this game BE more Te??” Granted, some NTJs out there might find that real-estate is too small-scale for them, so I hope you have the game of Risk handy.
Extroverted Feeling (Fe): Charades
It demands group participation, emotional engagement, broad (and often hilarious) gestures and good “connections” to other players to be effective. It works best when both teams are in sync with their teammates.
Introverted Feeling (Fi): Chinese Checkers
Both a game of strategy and chance, Chinese Checkers is one of the least-mean multiple-player games on the market, where everyone gets a fair chance to win and no one is ever sent home. This game requires putting your pieces first – you have to get across the board! But if everyone is playing just for themselves, the board turns into a disaster zone and no one gets anywhere. The key element of winning is choosing who to help, and who not to help, while all the time aiming to win yourself.
I don’t have all of them because I’m simply not familiar with some of the players. Also just went over possible players, not all of em have to be there. Anyways, here’s what I got.
Bard of Light: He needs the codpiece it’s the only way. His story-weaving prevalent in many different pieces of content could fit with the vibes of a traditional fantasy bard, but fuck it, I’ll admit it, the outfit is just really funny. He needs it. He needs the goof. Now for the light part: look, a bard “invites destruction through aspect/allows for destruction of aspect.” Light is about fortune and knowledge. I think that fits pretty damn well, most prevalent in TAZ but honestly? I get that vibe from him in a lot of things. He has the knowledge of games (especially Bethesda) that allows (invites) him to destroy them even more thoroughly.
Knight of Hope: He is an optimistic, friendly boy whom I love, and I trust. Did you see his mentorship with the Teens? He is supportive and believes in them and a knight takes advantage and fights with their aspect. A valiant, noble agent of hope, of belief. A good man. He does a hit sometimes, yes, but he apologizes. That’s just the knight-y tendencies coming through a little more. And everyone learns from the experience. Don’t do a hit! (Addendum: All HS knights “hide their innermost selves.” Travis may be hiding his true strength, his true power, his capacity for destruction since he does not want to hurt anyone.)
Heir of Blood: Blood’s all about camaraderie, and in this case with his bros it’s very literal. There isn’t much solid lore behind heirs, but they seem to be surrounded by their aspect in some way, speculated to “protect themselves with,” “become,” or “receive” the aspect. In Justin’s case, his relationship to his brothers is an essential part of his life, not just because of blood relation but also because of their bonds of friendship. As the oldest bro, it makes sense for him to embody such values.
Rogue of Life: He literally, in a way, gave the boys life. Life also pertains to his role in TAZ, or at least the role he’s SUPPOSED to have, and the safety he contributed to his town through Peace on the Playground. I was struggling with the class and settled on Rogue, but that’s still up for debate. And I’m not saying he’s going to kill anyone (that’d be more thief-y), but there was that story of him POSSIBLY killing that guy in college and selling (redistributing) all his stuff, or whatever. He also “distributes” country music via radio, which I’m sure some people see as life.
Seer of Space: Originally I felt strongly about him being a Breath player, but after going over descriptions again, Space is undeniably fitting of his role in Car Boys; they’re concerned with “the size of things and their velocity, and their existence in relation to physics” which is basically Car Boys? Dimension, creation. The whole deal with frogs, and Nick DOES greatly enjoy Kero Blaster, starring a frog. Seers “use knowledge to coordinate their team,” which I feel he does since he’s established that the workings of playing beamNG.Drive are VERY finicky and require a depth of experience. He coordinates the show quite well, and certainly uses all the little intricacies to his advantage. TTS is based around him identifying mods, which are quite obvious at times, but still humors seer tendencies. In a fairly literal sense.
Mage of Time: Okay, I’ll admit, I originally landed on time because of the thought process that went this boy->music/DJ->Dave Strider. But that’s okay, because it works, especially with Nick as space. The boy’s aesthetic caters more to space or maybe void, but works with time because of the theme of reality-bending and alternate universes. Time players are shown to have interests in death and destruction in some way, which this boy has DEFINITELY got with his prominent obsession with worlds ending in unique ways. Especially game worlds, and a huge part of time players is….the responsibility of destroying a game world. A mage possibly “gives up their aspect to gain knowledge of it,” which also just kinda Feels Right for a buncha reasons. Plus, mages are regarded as the counterparts to seers, so there’s even more connection between him and his bro.
Page of Mind: I’m mostly going off of his LAC-persona, but that makes it all the more fun. Mind is concerned with decisions and their consequences, which Russ has some…interesting history with. A page’s untapped potential ties into his development in decision-making over time. Given, a lot of his decisions were based off of Doug (and the plot of LAC definitely has to play a part in this AU with the whole patron troll thing because uhhh how could it not it’s too good) but that could just be the push he needed to become his true self.
Witch of Void: Remember Basketball Ignoring Simulator? She turned their game into a game about nothing, about doing nothing, a void, and despite the efforts of the boys and it being THEIR podcast they couldn’t stop it. They couldn’t. She was simply too powerful. Witches “manipulate” or “unlock,” which is certainly what she did here. She was one of the last members of Rev3 before it died out (became a void?) but she was there til the end, both trying to keep it from its void-y fate (“manipulate”) while also finally deciding when to let go (“unlock”). And I’m not sure how to tie in her appearance on PoolGames, Inc. in which she sat in a hot tub drinking various types of alcohol, but it feels like it fits with the classpect, in some way. Witches may break the rules of their aspect, and while I’m not sure exactly how, I do feel like she’s breaking some void rules and choosing what parts of the aspect she wants (also a witch thing). Maybe my inability to pinpoint these reasons is part of why she’s a void player. Who knows.
Knight of Heart: Heart encompasses soul, motivations, emotions, and possibly attraction. Let’s focus on the last two. Two of Simone’s videos focus on her asking strangers on the street about a) which Joy-con is Sexier, and b) which Pokemon they would date. (Kinda horny things that are also definitely a theme with her.) Very, very focused on emotion and attraction. She brings motivation into it, too, by asking why. A knight “exploits their aspect as a weapon,” and honestly? She really drilled into those people. I wouldn’t say attacking, but it’s got that Vibe, and honestly a lot of these are based on Vibe. She’s also just a funny and honest/open girl in ways that strike me as a heart player. She is, of course, quite jumpy and scared of spooky games, and is quite controlled by her uhhh Feelings during them and voices such. But, she is shown to enjoy them nonetheless, the kind of courage one might associate with a knight. She could grow into it even more; room for character development. Knights also conceal their true selves; she’s suggested that despite her fear of horror games, she absolutely loses it in the moment when playing it. Gets buckwild. Maybe that’s it.
Maid of Heart: I haven’t listened to Still Buffering, but from what I know, she is a Teen and a sweet, sweet girl. Maids may be connected to sylphs, drawing a connection between her and her older sister; they’re also speculated as “made of,” “provider of,” or “protects with” aspect. Heart is the soul or essence of being, and her podcast is all about Being a Teen, something that everyone struggles, struggled, or WILL struggle with at some point in time, and is arguably essential to not only one phase of life but the entirety of one’s life itself. The time in which they learn who they are and find their essence, their soul. The definition of the word “maid” is either a server or an heiress; the former could be a metaphor for how Teens are often controlled by emotions in some way, and the latter could connect to her younger-sisterhood. Thanks, Teen.
Sylph of Breath: She’s a doctor. It’s a given. Making her life just seemed too obvious, and we already got that one heal-y thing going, but breath is also kind of important to living? I haven’t heard her podcasts, so a lot of this is just based on the Vibe I get. Please help.
I still need help figuring out Dwight, Rachel, and Teresa, plus more depth with Sydnee, since as I said, I’m not as familiar with them and their content and don’t have enough to go off of (like I did with some others here that idk as well).
What are your opinions on Disney's latest decisions in the parks? Good, bad, meh?
WARNING: I READ/RESPONDED TO THIS WHILE DRINKING COFFEE…
Good: Dumping lots and lots of money into the parks. In the
late 90s/early 00s, the way the company tried to make stocks/shares go up was to close attractions, thereby lowering operating costs. Universal’s Wizarding World of Harry Potter reminded Disney that adding great stuff to your theme parks is an EVEN BETTER way to make money, and now look at the number of ‘coming soon’ announcements coming out of Florida and CA.
Good: They are actively listening to the fans, incorporating some of their loves/ideas/weird collecting fetishes into the Parks’ merch and special events. Granted, the ‘fans’ that they are listening to are actually Disney employees who have risen up the ranks enough to have a voice in the boardrooms and backrooms, but hey – at least they are listening!
Good: The folks in charge now really LOVE Disney and the basic Disneyland tenets. Going back to those dreaded late 90s/early 00s, back then, most of the decisions were being made by a group of presidents and vice-presidents who REPEATEDLY said they were trying to make Disney feel “less Disney”…you know, “for adults.” Right now, the opposite is true. So even if I don’t love a lot of what they are coming up with, it at least feels like *they* think they’re doing it for right reasons.
Good: Star Wars Land…in Disney Hollywood Studios. GREAT IDEA! WONDERFUL FIT!
Bad: Star Wars Land…wedged awkwardly in the back of the otherwise perfectly-themed Disneyland. Why not over in California Adventure where it could be tied into the whole ‘Hollywood/making movies’ part? Oh, well. Too late.
Bad/Good: Changing Tower of Terror to Guardians of the Galaxy. The re-do is UGLY on the outside. Hopefully the inside will be better. That said, I’m glad they’re creating their Marvel Land (or whatever they are planning to call it) in DCA instead of trying to shove it into a back alley on Main Street.
Bad: Adding more movie characters to EPCOT. Yes, Epcot has some super boring stuff in it, but why not rework those things to make them interesting? People love learning/knowledge/fun facts. EPCOT used to be all about providing that. Now Disney seems scared that people won’t visit that park unless it features Finding Nemo, Frozen and Guardians of the Galaxy. What makes this all the more crazy is that EPCOT is the 3rd most visited theme park in the U.S. Folks clearly DON’T hate it!
Bad: Avatar. Who really cares about those characters or that world???
Meh: The not-so-secret services for the uber wealthy (the $1000 Tomorrowland ‘cabanas’, the $15,000 dinner, etc.). I mean, Disneyland has always had a few expensive perks – Club 33, getting a private tour guide, etc. – but now it seems like they’re announcing a new one every month, and they are never really all that ‘special.’ None of them come close to the magic of, say, a Club 33…even/especially Disney’s recently announced plan to put a Club 33 in EVERY park around the globe! All of that said, I’d gladly see a bunch more cheap-looking cabanas than have management begin closing classic rides with low people-counts.
You were sitting in the middle of the living room ground of Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies trying to light a candle using your powers, but it wasn’t working. Tomorrow, or should you say today since it was around 2 in the morning, you had to show the Supreme and the counsel that you were actually a witch or you had to leave the academy. You had powers but since the day you ran away to New Orleans, it stopped working. It still shocks you that Miss Cordelia let you into her school even after you bombed your entrance exam. The counsel tried to tell Miss Cordelia that you were a fake but she saw something in you and let you stay but gave you until the end of the week to show your powers.
You were still sitting in the dark with your hands over the unlit flame. “Come on. You can do this (y/n). Just do it, you can do it. Come on. Come on. Come -.”
You quickly removed your hands when someone turned on the small lamp in the room and called out at you. You opened your eyes and saw it was the academy’s butler, Kyle Spencer. “Hey. What are you doing? It’s the middle of the night.”
You just sat there and stared at him. You could say that you and Kyle were close. You were the only one that didn’t take advantage of Kyle and make him do obnoxious task that you were more than capable to do for yourself. You were even there to comfort Kyle when he broke up with his long term girlfriend, Zoe. According to him, Zoe broke up with him because she was too tied up and busy with running the counsel to be caught up in a relationship.
“Hey, are you crying?” Kyle asking as walked around the table and got a good look at you.
You didn’t know you were crying until you brought your hand up to your face and it insistently became wet. It only made you cry more.
“Whoa, whoa (y/n). What happened?” He ran and sat by you and wiped your tears away.
“I can’t do it. I can’t even light a freaking candle. I can’t do it.”
“That’s not true. I know you can do it, you c-”
“I can’t do it Kyle. And if I don’t show the counsel that I actually have powers tomorrow, I have to leave.” You looked into Kyle’s eyes as you said that. He saw sadness, and you saw fear.
Kyle grabbed your hands and put them back over the candle. “Then try again until you can. Miss Cordelia said that when she was performing the Seven Wonders, she thought of her most happiest thought and that gave her the strength to become our Supreme. So think of your most happiest thought and channel it to light the flame.”
You nodded and closed your eyes. You tried to feel the happiest in your heart and then Kyle came into full view. Seeing him each morning when you wake up for breakfast, inside jokes you made that no one else knew about, the smiles he would give you throughout the day. It was Kyle, he was your happiness.
“(Y/n), open your eyes.”
You opened your eyes and smiled. Not only did you light the candle in front of you, but you also lit every candle in the room. “I did it. Kyle, I did it!” You smiled at him.
“I know you could. What did you think about?”
You looked down at your hands and whispered so low that you barely heard it, “You.”
You thought Kyle was gonna laugh, but he brought his finger under you chin and lifted your lips to his. It was all that you dreamed it would be, his soft lips to yours and you feeling fireworks and sparks.
Kyle pulled back and said, “So then think of me and show them that you can be the toughest witch here.”
This right here is one of the reasons I love rewatching A:TLA episodes- and one of the reasons I can never stop talking about them.
Just look at the expression on his face! He looks so pained and it makes perfect sense when you consider what he’s been through in general and recently. Zuko just had false hope dangled by a string in front of him- the hope that his father really does love and accept him- and he’s had it snatched away again. Not only did he get oh so close to being able to go home again, but he was told to believe, just for a moment, that his father really did love him. That what he’s been telling himself this whole time (that his father is right, that he is small and useless and unworthy and the only way to regain his honor is by submitting to an impossible task because he’s such a hopeless case) could be wrong. That his father does love him and think there’s hope for him and wants him. But this is just too good to be true. Azula always lies and this was just another one- albeit particularly nasty.
Zuko’s whole life’s story is practically written on his face as he severs his ties to his family and everything he has ever known out of necessity and probably also despair. The camera shows it to us from the side and his scar is very visible in detail as he lifts his inscribed knife to his hair.
Symbolic in multiple ancient Asian cultures of one’s abandonment of his societal role, a dramatic break with the past, and even rejection from one’s home, the “cutting hair scene” is one that I never fully understood as a child and am so happy to revisit now.
(So I’m finally watching Criminal Minds and I just watched the episodes in Season 6 with Prentiss and her undercover story and needless to say my brain took off with it)
Hold On You
Is there a Bratva AU where CIA agent Felicity goes undercover to gain access to the brotherhood? Where Felicity’s goal is to take down the notorious Solntsevskaya Bratva Kapitan Oliver Queen, the American man who not only quickly climbed the ranks of the brotherhood and is considered the right hand of the Pakhan, but has also taken the world by storm, elevating the Russian mob’s international influence in every arena he sets his sights on? Where Felicity Smoak targets Oliver Queen, her only goal to get into his life in any and every way possible, to find out everything she can about him in order to bring him to justice? Where she starts small and smart, posing as an arms dealer who works her way through bigger and bigger circles with her amazing weapons connections, until she reaches him? Where her mission instructions include doing whatever is necessary to earn his trust, including killing someone (she doesn’t really, come on, her handler John Diggle helps stage it) and even entering into a relationship with him?
(In this AU, Oliver really is a bad guy. He’s not a good man… until he meets Felicity Smoak.)
(In this AU, Felicity really is a good guy who wants to put a criminal behind bars for the rest of his life… until she meets the real Oliver Queen.)
Is there a Bratva AU where undercover agent Felicity Smoak and Bratva Captain Oliver Queen start a relationship - both business and personal? Where it slowly morphs into something more over the years? Where passionate fucking starts turning into lovemaking? Where they fall in love - real love? Where they both know it’s different, but they only talk about it in whispered voices deep in the night? Where they’re just Felicity and Oliver, two people in love, two people who connect on such a deep level that life without each other starts to sound foreign? Where Felicity starts questioning her mission, where Oliver starts wondering if his future could be different?
Is there a Bratva AU where Oliver’s second-in-command suspects Felicity is too good to be true, so he starts his own investigation on the side? Where he tells Oliver that Felicity isn’t who she claims to be? Where he has hard cold evidence showing her meeting with John Diggle, with another operative, with representatives of Interpol…
Is there a Bratva AU where she’s extracted before he can confront her? Where Felicity nearly loses everything because her entire world is tied up in Oliver Queen?
Is there a Bratva AU where Oliver Queen is sent to a prison that is so completely off the grid that nobody but a select few people in high places know about it? Where Felicity Smoak goes back to her job, pretending like she didn’t fall in love with this man, that she didn’t fall in love with a murderer, a criminal, someone who flooded the world with darkness? Where Oliver spends the next seven years in absolute hell, using his love for a woman who betrayed him to get through all of it? Where all he thinks about is her… finding her…
(To bring her back to him, or to kill her? The answer changes every day, every hour, every minute.)
Is there a Bratva AU where one night he escapes? Where Felicity’s old handler finds her, where he tells her that Oliver Queen has escaped, that Interpol can’t find him, that he’s simply vanished? Where she feels real fear, but even worse… anticipation? Where she asks, “Am I in danger?” and Diggle tells her, “Yes. You need to disappear. Now.” Where she’s reminded that he’s a very, very dangerous man who knows her role in his capture? Where she finds herself caught between wanting him to find her, and wanting to run, not just for her life, but for her emotional sanity? Where she goes home, grabbing her go bag and a few items she keeps secure in a safe (including the ring Oliver gave her, the one belonging to his mother, the one he wasn’t supposed to have because he was the illegitimate son of a Russian mobster who wasn’t supposed to exist), where she’s leaving…
Except he’s already there.
He’s found her.
And he takes her.
Is there a Bratva AU where Oliver Queen kidnaps Felicity Smoak and they find out in the worst ways possible just how far they’re willing to go for the one they love?
If there isn’t, there should be, because I really want to know what happens in this story.
I think the Earth signs are more likely to be hippies, possibly because they really are ones with the earth and they feel so tied to nature, so tied to the purity of this planet. They want to intertwine with the trees, the soil, the plants, everything; it’s almost transcendental in a way. And for Capricorn, especially, they are often said to be the most traditional and the most conventional - and yeah, it’s true for a lot of them, but there are a lot of Capricorns who want to be something larger. They want to contribute to the upkeep of Earth. In popular culture, some of the most prominent hippies were Capricorns. Joan Baez, the folk singer, is a good example of a Capricorn hippie:
Janis Joplin, too, another notable Capricorn hippie who revolutionized psychedelic soul music:
Stevie Nicks, one of the most well-known singers in the world, has a Capricorn Moon and many people have tried to imitate her hippie style since she stepped into the music industry:
And as for the other Earth signs, one of my favorite singers called Donovan is a Taurus Sun/Virgo Moon, and he’s a very big hippie. He has been a hippie since the 1960s and continues to be a hippie; it’s quite cool, he’s super mellow, he even has a song called Mellow Yellow:
The biggest hippie I’ve personally known was an English teacher I had like three years ago. She was a Capricorn and always stressed to the classroom that we should develop an organic lifestyle (in terms of food and just generally), she was so funny though, she wasn’t preachy but you can tell that she felt passionately about her ways of living and it mattered a lot to her.
Continuing from the events of THE FLASH: THE HAUNTING OF BARRY ALLEN,
team Arrow and team Flash seek to eliminate the bizarre energy that
threatens to kill the Scarlet Speedster. Their quest takes them to
Markovia, where they must get past an army of mercenaries and assassins
to face the enigmatic Count Wallenstein.
So there’s the official summary of this novel, but let’s delve in deeper to this delightful read. Here are more than thirteen reasons why I thoroughly enjoyed it and my thoughts on the story as a whole. There’s just so many things I never knew I wanted to see on Arrow that I got in reading this iteration of it.
If you’re wondering, it is considered 4A canon (x). However, there are some small plot holes that diverge from that timeline.
Before I discuss the lovely OTA and countless adorable Olicity moments. This mission takes Barry and Cisco from Team Flash and OTA along with Thea and Lyla to Markovia because of an attempt to stop a former friend from Oliver’s past who not so surprisingly turned evil. They always do. The intro felt very much like the season 3/season 1 crossover with Arrow/Flash, which I thought was very action- packed.
I’m going to put the OTA and Olicity moments under the cut, but I also want to discuss the flashbacks beforehand.
How did you feel about them ending the Jasper suicide scene with Monty realizing Harper chose to live?
I feel good about that. I also feel good that they tied Jasper’s fall with Raven’s rise. I think people might be focusing a bit too closely to the tragedy of Jasper’s story, while forgetting that There. IS. Still. Hope. We CAN choose to not give in to the pain. We can choose to have hope. To keep fighting, even though it is a risk. Some people don’t make it out and that is true, but we can.
I don’t know about others, but that is much more important to me. I’ve struggled with depression my whole life, off and on, and now I have anxiety on top of it, but I’ve never given up. I NEED that hope. I need to see people choosing to live, even though it feels so hopeless.
Jasper’s suicidal end is not the only end that there can be. There can be Raven’s heroic fight to change her circumstances. Or there can be Harper’s quiet acceptance that, yes it’s hard and she is hurting but she’s going to continue on because she has hope, because things can and do get better. If she can do it in the face of certain apocalypse, I can do it in my mundane life.
I’m not really involved in the discourse of this, but I’ve seen some things that say how horrible it is that they would give Jasper such an end, not give him the whole episode, not let him say good bye to his friends, not show his bravery and make his end mean something. But I don’t think it’s horrible. I think the suicide is horrible and I think suicide almost always is. And I don’t think we should pretend it isn’t. So that it isn’t made into some beautiful thing where the whole story stops to honor his death? No. That I am grateful for. I’d rather look to Raven and Harper, and how they chose to NOT end it. I wish he had made it out of it. I wish he had found hope. He didn’t. But the sad truth is, sometimes it happens like that. And it’s so ugly.
“So, when you whispered to her b, before she went to her uncle, what did you say?”
“You want to know what I said.”
“Hey, if you don’t want to tell me, then I can leave.”
“I told her I’ve never met anyone like her.
I told her I trusted her with my life.
And that I felt tied to her in a way that I couldn’t explain, but wouldn’t change. Ever.
The best liars always tell the truth.”
“That was true?”
“Yes. Just not about her.”
“Um.. I’m.. I’m gonna steal one of your cars to.. take to the city. Cool?”
“It’s good you’re changing.
Just.. don’t change too much.”
HELLO!! I have so many Solangelo fanfic prompts and it makes me soooo happy. So this is one that @disenchanted-rose sent me where they slept together but one of them left before the other could wake up and now they don’t know what to do. Sorry @disenchanted-rose but if u wanted NSFW content I rlly don’t like to do that so this is free of it. Let’s just keep it at midnight kisses and shirtless boys :D
Idk if I messed up the ages, but I know Nico is currently 14 and Will is 15.
Nico di Angelo’s life was always a mess. His mother, his sister, his father, the fact that he was the gayest person in the word. Life just hated him. He went through puberty and it just dumped whole new problems on his shoulders, giving him nightmares, causing him to raise the dead when he had surges of anger, giving him suicidal thoughts. He thought the world would be over when he found himself falling for a certain doctor at the age of eleven.
When he was twelve, the boy with golden hair started to show concern for him. He was constantly showing up in Nico’s cabin, making sure he was taking his medication and that he was alright. Sometimes he would stay and they would talk well into the night. Whenever Will left, it was as if a part of his soul was ripped away as his footsteps echoed through the empty room. He was surrounded by darkness, and his light left.
When he was thirteen, almost everyone found out. Percy, Jason, Annabeth, Piper, Leo, Reyna, Frank, Hazel. All of the people who where remotely his friends. Will was the only one who didn’t. Frank and Hazel, bless their souls, let him be and didn’t force him to do anything. Percy, Jason, and Leo where constantly asking him questions, telling him to just ask Will out. Piper and Annabeth where constantly playing matchmaker dropping not-so-subtle hints to Will. Reyna assured him that Will liked him even though she has no idea who this boy really is. They where in his hair, holding their breath for the moment.
When he was fourteen, it happened. Fourteen was a young age, and it wasn’t an age for serious commitment. But sometimes things happen and you find yourself in awkward situations. Maybe fourteen was the worse time to do it, maybe he should’ve waited, but words come out of your mouth, you do things without thinking, and it just happens.
Will came in for another check up. They where side by side on Nico’s bed and the light was fading outside, making it hard to see Will. But Nico memorized the lines of his face. He could see him, even now. He saw Will’s easy smile and shining eyes. All he wanted to do was kiss him. Nico must have been making a face, because Will stopped smiling.
"Nico? Are you okay?“
"Ummhumm,” Nico said, pursing his lips. He wouldn’t get upset as something as stupid as this. It didn’t fool Will, who has been treating him two years. Will puts his fingers on Nico’s chin and turns his face towards his.
"Nico. Really. What’s wrong?“ Nico wasn’t in his right mind. It was 1am and his eyes where starting to itch with sleep. So that’s why he planted his hands on Will’s thighs and pushed himself up so he was kissing Will Solace.
Will was so surprised by this action that when Nico pushed, Will was pinned onto the bed. When they fell, Nico let out a startled "oomph”. They where splayed not so gracefully on the bed, and Nico felt himself blush. Will just giggled.
“I guess I literally fell for you,” he says between giggles.
“Your a dork,” Nico says as if it’s a fact.
“I know,” Will says with a cheesy grin. Then, oh gods, he puts his hands on Nico’s cheeks.
“Let’s try that again with a lot more passion and a lot less surprise,” Will says, pressing his lips to Nico. Nico, being the awkward Son of Hades that he is, falls on Will again, knocking their foreheads together with a loud thump. Will giggles again as Nico apologizes and pushes himself off, but Will grabs his arm before he can take off and pulls him onto the bed beside him. They both lie on their backs now, staring at the ceiling of the cabin. For the first time ever, Nico notices the cracks in the roof that show glimpses of the stars outside as moonlight trickles in. Another beautiful thing he took for granted.
“The stars are beautiful, aren’t they?” Will says dreamily. He takes a deep breath.
“You know who else is beautiful?”
“Gods, Will. If you say ‘me’ like in those memes I will–”
“You are, Neeks. You are the handsomest person I have ever met.” There is no stopping the heat that creeps into his cheeks, somehow making it’s way to his ears. Nico hides his face in his black hoodie, having no intention of coming out.
“What are you doing?” Will says.
“Just shut up.” Nico feels Will maneuver himself on top of Nico on his hands and knees.
“How am I supposed to kiss you if you’re hiding?” Will asks. Nico pokes his eyes out, and his eyes out only. Will unzipped Nico’s hoodie so that his face was showing. Will leaned down and pressed a kiss to Nico’s lips, and Nico responded by pushing back harder and harder, lifting his head up to meet Will. He then grabbed Will’s shirt and pulled him beside him so they where facing sideways and kissing.
They moved closer and closer, relying on each other for heat as cold winds drifted through the cracks in the roof. Will’s hands where clenched in Nico’s hair as he kept pulling him closer and closer. Nico decided to place his hands around Will’s neck. Just to experiment, Nico slipped his hands under Will’s shirt and started to feel the lean muscles of his back. Will seemed pleased with this arrangement and Nico tried letting his hands travel up Will’s shirt instead of down. He honestly wasn’t sure what they where doing, but he almost died when Will let his hands slip up his shirt. They made trails of fires that created hidden scars on his back and it made him feel alive. More alive that Nico has ever felt. It made him feel less like a walking corpse with no soul and more like a person. For a moment, he forgot who he was. He was with the boy he loved since he was eleven.
Eventually the kisses slowed as it neared 3am. Both of them where bare chested and falling asleep. They stopped and Nico curled into a ball; his natural sleeping position. He was out in seconds, and was shivering. Will draped the covers over him and then climbed in with him, lying beside him and petting his hair. Nico murmured words of delight and occasionally said things in italian that Will did not understand. One phrase caught his attention though.
“Ti amo, Will.” Will’s eyes widen. He has a basic understanding of languages to know that “amo” probably means “love”.
Will fell asleep curled around Nico.
Nico woke up first that morning. Sunlight was filtering in and Will’s golden curls shimmered. The drowsiness that caused his actions the night before was gone and he realized just what he did. I kissed Will Solace. Nico couldn’t believe it. It was too good to be true. Which means it wasn’t. It was something that may or may not have happened. Maybe they both fell asleep while talking and Nico dreamed all of those things. Maybe this was a one time thing that Will would yell about when he woke up. Of course he would yell at Nico and ask him what in Hades was he thinking. He would ask how he, the son of the god of the Underworld, could possibly think he’d have a shot with the boy made of sunlight, son of the god of the sun. How he could possibly think that the smile Will flashed could be his. He would say this was a fluke, and there is no way it could possibly happen.
So that’s why Nico maneuvered himself off of Will ever so slightly, creeping like a shadow without actually turning into a shadow. He threw on one of his black t-shirts and went down to the pavilion to try and act like everything was normal and avoid Will the entire day. The good thing was that people expected Nico to be lurking sadly in the shadows, so they didn’t notice the tears that streamed down his face.
Nico was picking at his breakfast, having no intention of eating when a tray slammed down on the table, causing Nico, and the table to jump and Nico’s silverware to clatter to the floor.
“What the hell, Nico?” Will shouts above him. Timidly, Nico lifts his eyes to Will’s angry blue ones. He was very aware of every eye on the two of them.
“Are you really that cruel? Are you really as cold as you lead everyone to believe?” Will shouts. Nico finds himself shrinking smaller and smaller.
“Will,” Nico whispers urgently, “people are staring.”
“I don’t f**king care if they’re staring. I can’t believe you left me alone! After everything!” Will’s face was red with anger. One of the campers drops their glass of orange juice on the floor. This outburst is outrageous. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if it was someone else, but it was Will Solace. Will, who had the voice of an angel that would sooth people into recovery. Will, who has never once said a curse word in his life, swearing at Nico.
“I-I-I-I was s-s-s-scared,” Nico managed to tremble out.
“Scared? SCARED? Of what? Me?”
“Of course I was scared of you, Will,” Nico says, standing up as well. “Did you ever think of what I must be feeling when you bursted in here? I was scared, Will. I was scared you’d reject me. I was scared you where playing tricks on me. I was scared that you would laugh in my face and call me names because that’s all anyone has ever done! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND? I COULDN’T FACE YOU!” Will was silent for a moment. Everyone held their breath. To be honest, this was everyone’s ship, even if they didn’t know about Nico’s crush.
“I thought you didn’t want me….” Will whispers.
“Of course I want you, Will. You’re all I ever wanted, ever since I was eleven.” Will looks like he is choking on tears.
“You too?” he says.
“Three years ago. You wanted this for three years.”
“I’ve loved you for five.” Nico let that sink in. Will liked him before Nico was even aware of his feelings. Not liked, loved. Ten-year-old Will Solace had a crush on Nico di Angelo. He fell in love with Nico when he was unstable and mourning his dead sister. He loved him even when he was a bigger mess than he is now. He loved him when they where just edging their way out of youth into the teenage life.
“Why?” Nico finds himself asking.
“Because. I knew there was a boy underneath all of those shadows. And I wanted him.” Nico reached over the table to hug Will, burying his face in his shoulder. Tears where cascading down his face, soaking Wil’s shirt. Will didn’t seem to mind. He let Nico cry as he petted his black hair.
“Gods, I love you, Will,” Nico says.
“I do too,” Will says, smiling at Nico. The hall cheers, nearly scaring Will and Nico. Everyone has been waiting for this for so long, it’s a miracle it finally happened. Seeing Nico’s alert expression, Will took him away from the pavilion to the fire pit.
“This was where I fell in love. I saw the firelight dancing over your skin and your eyes that held a ghost of the boy who was. A boy who would smile. I wanted to make you that boy again.” Nico collapsed on the ground.
“Nico, are you okay? Do I need to get a medic?”
“I’ve never been better,” Nico says, giving his first real smile in a while. It makes his eyes brighten in a way that makes Will smile even brighter and Nico is hit with the fact of how much he missed smiling like this. Goofily and joyfully in the face of those he loved.
A short, painfully fluffy blurb co-written by my darling @verryberryharry x
You turn, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. He smiles, emitting a nasally laugh.
“I think I’m drunk.”
Harry full on laughs this time; adjusting himself on the couch to wrap his arms around you. “Oh yeah?”
Your empty wine glass sits on the table next to his nearly-empty one. He smiles, kissing your forehead softly. “Nooo, don’t worry about it. I like it. S'cute.”
“YOU’RE cute,” you say, grinning widely and kissing his neck.
His fingers trace lightly through your hair, causing shivers to run down your spine. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. The cutest.”
Harry bumps his nose lightly against yours. “Says who?”
You kiss his smile and it only widens, his dimple appearing and disappearing just as quickly as it arrives. “Says me,” you say quietly.
“Well,” he says, pausing to kiss you softly again. “You’re wrong.”
“I’m never wrong.” Kiss.
Your tongue traces lightly against his bottom lip and you can feel his smile deepen. “S'that so?” He says.
You nod and can only manage a hum in response. You aren’t necessarily kissing, but your lips continuously brush against one another’s and your eyes flutter closed every time you feel his nose bump yours.
Harry sighs softly into the kiss. “You’re an angel,” he murmurs against your mouth. “But I think we should get you to sleep soon, hm?”
Your face twists up into a pout that makes him smile and bump his nose against yours once more. “I don’t wannaaa,” you whine, scooting a bit closer to him. “Wanna snuggle.”
He smiles. “We can snuggle in bed, mm? C'mon.”
You whine like a child and he giggles as he stands up. “C'mon,” he repeats, extending his hand down to you. “Lets go. Up.”
“Ooooh,” you say, wiggling your eyebrows. “I like when you’re all demanding with me.”
He rolls his eyes but the smirk on his face does not go unnoticed. “You think y'so cute,” he says quietly, more to himself than to you.
You take his hand and pull yourself to your feet, accidentally losing balance and stumbling against him. You slam into his body, feeling his plush tummy against your own while his big hands work to steady you. He giggles out an “Easy, love.”
You ignore the stumble, smiling as seductively as you can manage back up at him. “Y'wanna know a secret?” You purr.
“Tell me,” he says. He keeps one hand on your shoulder to keep you steady and the other goes up to push a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I think… I like…” And then you stop yourself. The alcohol is making your thoughts swim and everything is fuzzy and glowing around the edges– including his face. Your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth, and his nose wrinkles up.
“What, baby?” He asks, twirling the same strand of your hair around his finger.
“I want you to… I mean… I think…” Your face is growing redder by the second and the way he’s smirking at you is sobering you up a bit. At least that’s how it feels.
His hands make their way to your neck, bringing his face nearer to yours. “Hmm,” he hums pressing his nose to yours once more, “Spill it, bug, don’t leave me hanging.”
You hesitate, deciding that it has to come out sooner or later. And you ARE drunk, so what the hell. You take a deep breath and let it all out at once; eyes squeezed shut in fear of his reaction.
“Youshouldtiemeupsometime okay anyways I’m really sleepy let’s GO GO GO,” you say, grabbing his hand and tugging towards the doorway.
He doesn’t budge. Of course he doesn’t. He stays firmly planted, and you’re tugged back immediately when you try to walk away. When you turn to look at him, you can’t even meet his eyes.
But he’s smirking and god, you feel like you could faint. Did you actually just tell him that?
One hand comes up to play with his bottom lip as he stares at you in awe. “Really?”
“No I was kidding,” you say quickly, still not meeting his eye. “It was nothing. I’m… It’s fine. We’re fine. Lets go snuggle.”
But still he doesn’t budge. In fact, his voice remains still and smooth. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“It’s WEIRD, HARRY.. it’s a weird thing to think about so… just… Nevermind please forget it because I’m…. I don’t know why I told you. I’m sorry. It’s dumb.” You’re blushing, avoiding eye contact as much as possible, but his hold on you won’t let up.
“You think about this… You want me to tie you up one day? Nice and tight?” He asks with a grin, tugging your wrist tightly.
You’re still avoiding eye contact, even though you can feel his eyes practically burning holes into you. You stutter through an explanation. “Yes…. I mean… kind of. Yes. Sorry. Its weird, huh? Forget I told you.”
But Harry is not going to forget. He makes that very clear when you feel him grip one of your hands in his and guide it down against the growing bulge in his pants. He gives you a moment to process the feeling beneath your fingers before he speaks. “Does it feel like I think it’s weird, baby?” He leans forward, nudging your nose one more time and pressing his lips to yours. “S'not weird. Just wish you’d told me sooner.”
He presses his lips to yours gently, with a soft kiss that you know has the potential to lead to more. You stay there for a while, allowing his tongue to explore between your lips gently until you can’t help but whine.
He smiles the minute he hears the noise, pulling away just a bit but pushing his forehead against yours. “C'mon, love,” he says quietly. “We’ve still got to get you in bed.”
You allow him to pull away softly, interlacing his fingers with yours and tugging you behind him as he walks towards his room. “But this is like… a drunk confession,” you say. “I’m gonna be embarrassed tomorrow but like… God Harry, I think about this a lot. And you don’t… like…think it’s weird?”
He doesn’t turn back to look at you as he walks, but you can hear the smile on his face when he talks. “Wish I could show you how… not weird I think it is. You’ve got me proper hard, don’t you? Reckon it’ll last till the morning, won’t it?”
You arrive in his bedroom stumbling over your apologizes and offers to help him out with his ‘situation’ and he lazily flips the light switch on. He lets go of your hand, turning to face you and ignoring your jumbled sentences. He mumbles a quick, “Stay,” before going to rummage through one of his drawers for a t-shirt for you.
You don’t say anything as he searches through the drawers, but it isn’t an awkward silence. Not to him at least. You, on the other hand, know he’s still thinking about it. And you’re dying to know what he’s thinking.
He arrives in front of you once again with a grey t-shirt in his hands. “Lift,” he instructs for you to reach up while he gently pulls your blouse from you in exchange for his shirt. “Are you sure you’re ready for it?” He muses while pulling the shirt over your arms. “Can be frustrating, yeah?”
“YES YES I’D BE FINE I THINK,” you respond once your head pops through the neck of the t-shirt. He smiles, and he can’t help but kiss your forehead; you’re his cute, drunken little bug asking to be tied up and it’s destroying him inside. You let out a yawn that’s long and deep and he’s zoned into your eyelashes, pressing soft sleepy pecks to each.
Minutes later, as sleep is soon to take him over, he’s whispering promises of the morning into your skin. Pinching your sides whenever you whine. Muttering, “Stop tha’.. s'gonna feel good for both of us.”
You, still his little ball of energy to his side, can’t stop squirming under him. “Keep squirmin’ an’ I’ll tie you up to the headboard right now.”
There’s a moment of silence in which you let out a frustrated little sigh, trying to stay as still as possible for him. After a while, however, you have to speak.
“Yes, my love?”
“I’m sorry I made you hard. That’s a jerk move, huh?”
“Mm-mm. Love the feeling.. s'how I’m gonna feel tomorrow morning too, baby.”
“OH.. oh.. so this is a done deal. It’s happening. Real life. True life: My Boyfriend Ties Me Up with His Silk Gucci Scarves.”
He lets out a high pitched laughing hum and leans in closer to you, “Oh baby.. like I’d ever put those in danger of ripping.” He pauses briefly to kiss your mouth. “You’re going to be good for me in the morning? Just like you are now, sleeping snuggled next to me just how I asked.”
“Mhm. I’m good. I’ll be good for you,” you say rubbing your nose against his cheek, kissing ever so softly. Next thing you feel is his warm, minty breath on your neck, lightly grazing his stubble back and forth.
“Let’s go to sleep, my sweet girl. It’s time now.”
“But I’m not sleepy,” you say, mid-yawn. He smiles, pulling you a bit closer.
“F'course you’re not. But you are a bit drunk, love. And if you don’t sleep now, you’re gonna be grumpy in the morning. And we definitely can’t have that, can we?”
Your face twists into a pout. “I won’t be grumpy. I’m never grumpy.”
He chuckles. “All m'saying is you need to rest up for tomorrow, mm? Gonna have a busy morning.”
Your stomach flutters at his words and he kisses your head as if to finish his sentence. “Goodnight, princess,” he whispers. “M'glad you told me.”
And though you may not exactly remember it in the morning, he knows he will. And he struggles to fall asleep while lying in anticipation of the morning that awaits you.
He loves you. He loves you with everything in him. And moments later, when he feels the soft rise and fall of your chest and hears the slow, stuffy breathing coming from your slightly parted lips, he thanks his lucky stars that you’re his. His to love. His to tie up and make feel good. And that he is lucky enough to be the first person you’ve ever told about this.
He loves you a lot. And nothing is going to change that.
Hello, I promised to post something to day and I kept to my promise. I hope you enjoy reading this nonsense!
It was one of
those nights. One of those scary yet wonderful nights. One of those night, when
walls that Chris built around himself slowly started to come down. On those
nights Eva and Chris were lying on her bed, her head on his chest and her hand
drawing lazy circles across his torso. On those nights she felt like they
were the only two people in the world and sometimes she whished that they were,
little did she know that Chris wished for the same thing.
“When my parents split up, I decided that I would never get married,” Eva said looking at her hand on Chris’s torso,”I was convinced that as soon as two decide to get married, their relationship is doomed. I know it sounds stupid, but I was 10 at that time and… I don’t know… Maybe I just wanted…” Eva didn’t really know where she was going with this, but it was just so damn easy to talk to Chris. He didn’t judge her or laugh at her. Ok, he did laugh, but not at the important things. That’s what many people didn’t realize about Christoffer Schistad, he listened and he cared, maybe so much so, that he choose to hide this vulnerable side of him and only share it with the people he trusted.
“Something to believe in?Something to blame?”He asked quietly, she felt him playing with a strand of her hai,r gently twisting it around his finger, he knew that it calmed her.
“Maybe bit of both? I guess, I just wanted some reasonable explanation, because I couldn’t comprehend, how two people who,for the majority of my childhood, looked at each other with adoration in their eyes one day just decided to get a divorce,” she said with a sigh, it felt like a terrible weight was being lifted of her shoulders, a weight that had been there for so long that she had forgotten how easy it was to breathe.
“It’s not your fault, you know that right?” Chris asked, his left hand cupped her chin and turned her face up to his. He could see the pain in her eyes and it made his heart ache for her, for this girl, who was not just beautiful, but a girl who was both brilliant and brave, girl who had so much kindness and compassion, a girl who chose to open her heart to love and to care, despite having her heart broken at such a young age.
“What are you thinking about?” Eva asked, her gaze was curios, any previous indication of vunerabilty ereased from her face. Just like Chris, Eva masked her true feeling with such an ease that would make any Hollywood actor envious.
“I think that you might be one of the strongest people I know,” he said kissing her forehead. Eva let out an abrupt laugh. “What?” “Me? Strong? That’s hilarious. I can’t even throw a decent punch,” she said and playfully pinched his torso. “I am not talking about physical strenght. What I am saying is, you are strong because even after seeing your parents getting divorced , you didn’t close your heart to love, to showing affection, to caring about other people. That’s true strenght,” he replied, pulling her closer to him. In that moment Christ felt tied to Eva Mohn in a way that he couldn’t explain, but sure as hell wouldn’t change. “You’re strong too,” she replied and suddenly punched him in a gut, he barely felt it,”You know how to take a punch.”
“How would you know? You can’t throw one,” he said with a laugh. “True, but I am very good at tickling,” Eva replied at straddled his lap. “You wouldn’t.” “I think we both know that I would,” Eva said and started to tickle his sides. After a few minutes they were both out of breath, Chris pulled Eva closer to his chest and they both fell asleep listening to Eva’s vinyl player quietly playing “There is A Light That Never Goes Out” by The Smiths.
apparently it's terre haute' rules that you can't write to prisoners unless you're on their list or something???? can you confirm or deny
This is from the prison website, so that’s not true. Prisoners can receive mail from anyone.
The BOP encourages inmates to write to family, friends, and other community contacts to maintain these ties during incarceration. Written correspondence is classified as either general or special mail.
“General correspondence” is opened and inspected by staff for both contraband and content that might threaten the security or good order of the institution.
Special incoming mail that is specially marked as such, can only be opened only in the presence of the inmate. It too will be inspected for physical contraband and the qualification of any enclosures as special mail.
* Philip × Reader
* 31: Do you ever think we should just stop this?
* 51: Go on then, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.
A/N: So I decided I needed more canon ear Philip imagines and then this happened. It’s really long for me so keep that in mind as you go to read it. I worked on this over the course if three days whenever I had time, so I hope you guys all enjoy!
Word Count: 5, 303
You quirked an eyebrow at your father as he grumbled at letter during supper He tossed it on the table and dropped his head in his hands.
“What is it, dear?” Your mother asked calmly. You father mumbled something unintelligible. “Thomas.” She said exasperated.
He lifted his head. “Washington is hosting another party.”
“Isn’t that good?” You piped up. Your parents turned their attention to you. “I mean, it’s good for you guys to be seen at those things.”
“That’s true but Alexander Hamilton and his family were likely invited too. You know Y/N, you should come too. It’s better to be seen as a whole family at these functions.” You dad said.
In honor of Ashton’s birthday. Wrote this for myself because it was a bad day, but, you know, Luke and Ashton make up for it
ALSO, I’m sorry, but you may need to shower in holy water after this because I got way to carried away with this and damn…bathing in holy water right now.
“Fucking hell, Franklin. Can’t fucking do anything right,” Ashton heard a female swear as he walked into his apartment with his band. He already knew who it was before even asking.
“Michaela…how in the hell did you even get into my apartment?” He asked walking into the living room where his Xbox sat. She was seated on the floor in front of the tv playing GTA V not even bothering to turn around. “When did you even get here? I told you to call me when your plane landed.”
“Well I didn’t want to disturb your work so I just caught a cab. And I asked the lady across the hall if she had a spare key, knowing you’re that type of neighbor. Very nice woman,” she responded still watching the tv, the other boys stood there in silence watching the interaction. When she finished the mission, she decided to finally pause the game and turn her head to the boys of 5 Seconds of Summer, Ashton in particular. “Lovey, you need to get a hair cut. It’s getting way too long.”
“I think it’s perfect, thank you very much,” he responded with a huff before turning towards his friends. “Michaela, this is Calum, Michael, and Luke. Guys, this is Michaela, my friend from home.”
“Oh, is she the one you always talk about? The one we haven’t met yet?” Calum asked with a smile on his face.
“Yea because someone always seems to be busy when we come home.”
“Hey, hey, a girl’s got to pay her bills. It’s not my fault that when you guys decide to come home I’m half way around the world taking photos and doing my job,” she said back finally standing up revealing her black ripped skinny jeans and white cut off Good Charlotte tee. She was a professional photographer that mostly did special event such as award shows celebrity outings such as parties, over the top, but not by much. “But, anyways, it’s nice to meet you all. So, Ashton, where are we all getting wasted tonight?”
“I thought we weren’t going out,” Luke responded confused causing Michaela to glare at her friend.
“Oh, absolutely not, Fletcher Irwin. I did not buy a new outfit and fly around the world just to sit on my ass and get drunk in your living room.”
“I do believe this is my birthday, Michaela,” he said back with a small laugh. “And I really hate when you call me that.”
“Aw, come on, Ash. Bryana and I already planned it out. It’s going to be great!” She exclaimed clapping her hands together all giddy and excited causing Ashton to giggle as well.
“Is that alright with you guys?” He asked everyone else who just simply nodded or responded with a simple yes.
“Awesome! Oh, I made some baked mac and cheese earlier with some bacon on top. I figured you all might be hungry when you-,” she started before they all left to find the food in the kitchen hearing boyish moans all at once.
“When can I marry her?” Michael asked quietly earning a small smack from, what she assumed, came from Ashton.
Michaela sat at the bar with her martini in hand watching the boys, Ashton especially as they enjoyed themselves at one of the clubs in LA. She had on a new, short, tight black dress that left little to the imagination with matching silver pumps to accent it wanting to draw attention. She watched Ashton whisper something into Bryana’s ear before giggling causing Michaela to smile to herself. She loved seeing him happy.
“Enjoying yourself?” She heard a thick accent ask from beside her. She turned her head to catch the piercing blue eyes of Luke Hemmings before turning back to watch Ashton dance poorly to an over played pop song.
“Very much, actually. How about yourself, Hemmings?” Michaela asked before downing the rest of her extra dirty martini and setting the glass down behind her.
“I guess so.”
“You guess? Hun, there’s plenty things you could do that would make this night better. I’ve already spotted at least ten females that would love to go home with you,” she giggled turning back to him seeing him smile a bit.
“Yeah, one’s caught my eye but I’m not exactly sure if she’s into me,” he said back chuckling. “Alright, so how’d you become such great friends with Ashton?”
“Long or short story?”
“Whichever you want to tell, love,” he said back.
“Well, I’m from the States. Boston, Massachusetts to be exact. When I was about two, Ashton about 5, my grandmother became ill so my parents moved us Australia to be with her and help take care of her. My mom reconnected with some old friends, Anne being one of them and, so every chance my mum got, she’d go visit bringing me with her. We didn’t become close until after his dad left, which is actually around the same time my dad left as well, give or take a year. And, bam, here we are now at his twenty-second birthday.”
“So you’re about nineteen?”
“Just turned it, actually, in April. But, yeah…that’s my best friend story. So, what about you, Hemmings? Any wonderful stories you’d like to tell?” She asked jokingly.
“Nothing too exciting,” he laughed back. He watched the way her eyes lit up during the story and the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, and her single dimple on the left side of her face appeared when she spoke. Her tan skin shinned and he wasn’t sure if that was just the way it was, or if it was because she had on lotion, but he wanted to be close enough to find out.
“Earth to Luke,” she giggled waving a hand in his face causing him to blush slightly as he came back to earth.
“Oh…I uhh…that’s my bad.” She giggled again tucking a piece of her naturally curly hair behind her ear.
“Alright there, Hemmings, I’m going to go out on a whim here because I don’t even know if I’m drunk enough for this but…did you maybe want to get out of here? I’m not really feeling this place,” Michaela asked looking back to Ashton as he winked at her causing her blush to deepen knowing he was remembering their conversation from earlier.
“So, The Luke Hemmings thinks your attractive,” Ashton said walking out of his room in a clean pair of skinny jeans as he towel dried his hair noting his friend in his bathroom in only her undergarments adjusting her hair and applying make up. She stopped briefly blushing slightly before continuing what she was doing.
“I swear to god, Irwin, if you mentioned the fact that I totally think he’s the sexiest thing to walk this earth, then you’re a dead man,” Michaela said back.
“I didn’t. But, what I think should happen, is you should go on a date. You’ve both been out of a relationship long enough to know this isn’t some sort of rebound, you both have a lot in common, and, according to both of you, you think the other is sex on a stick.” It was true. Her precious boyfriend had broken up with her about nine months ago, and it was all over the media that Luke’s relationship with Arzaylea had ended around the same time. Enough for the grievance, anger, and inevitably the acceptance to pass.
“Absolutely,” Luke responded without hesitation grabbing her hand and helping her down from the stool before helping her make her way towards the nearest exit.
Within seconds of making it through Luke’s apartment door, his lips were on hers, hands molded to her waist while hers were tied around his neck, fingers sprawled through his hair tugging and gripping at it. She wasn’t much shorter than he was, standing 5'9 without heels and 6'0 with them, it was easy for him to kiss her without bending down too far. She lifted a leg to wrap around his waist pulling his hips into her causing them both to moan out as he slipped a tongue in her mouth. The feeling was almost too good to be true, and it got even better when Luke’s hands made their way to her ass, lifting her up to carry her towards the bedroom, pressing her against a few walls along the way. He quickly placed her on the floor right in front of his bed, turning her around quickly to unzip her before tugging the sorry excuse for a dress down her body so it looked at her feet letting his lips connect with the skin on her neck from behind almost instantly after.
“The shoes stay on, alright baby?” He muttered against her skin letting his hands massage her chest through the fabric of her bra, dark marks slowly starting to line her neck as profanities left her mouth like crazy. He didn’t bother waiting for a reply, pushing her onto the bed on her stomach before fumbling with the buttons on his top to get it off quicker. She watched him removed the buttons nimbly before tugging the shirt off as soon as he could, taking that as his cue to climb over her pressing their lips together again as he slowly maneuvered her onto her back, her legs around his waist as he rested between her legs grinding into her slowly, but rough. He needed her to feel the want he had for her. “God I’ve been waiting to do this since this morning.”
“I win. I’ve wanted this since Ash showed me a video of you after he met you.”
“Alright, you win baby girl,” he chuckled kissing down her neck wanting nothing more than to rip the bra off her body. He settled with acting like a normal human and unhooked the clasp, quickly yanking it off and tossing it somewhere in his dark room before latching onto one of her nipples, the other getting treatment from the arm not not holding his body weight off of you. He switch sides when he felt your nipple was hard enough treating the other just as well the first. He started kissing down her body once again, taking a moment to stop and tug at the chain on her naval piercing. It drove her insane. The panties, on the other hand, weren’t as luck as her bra, Luke deciding to literally tear them off with his teeth. It was incredibly vulgar and made Michaela’s legs shake.
“Hemmings. Take your damn clothes, then come and let me ride your face .” He quickly did as he was told not wanting to miss a beat tugging off his skinnies as best he could and (for once in his life as he thanked the heavens he decided to be an adult tonight), plain grey briefs as well leaving them on the floor before climbing next to the female, lying on his back ready to eat. She climbed on him carefully setting her lower half just in front of his face, Luke wasting no time to hook his arms around her to hold her in place as he started in on her pussy, making vulgar noises as he licked and nipper at her lower lips enjoying her taste. The girl above him, only having one choice, tugging at his head with one hand while the other was placed against the headboard holding her up. Her legs were shaking violently as he continued to slurp at her juices, her hips slowly staring to grind into his face causing them both to moan out. “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum,” Michaela chanted rapidly as her orgasm washed over her, her legs shaking even more than they had while he was eating pussy like it was his job.
“Fucking hell, you taste so good,” Luke muttered as she rolled off of him, his chin glistening in her arousal, just letting it rest there while he pressed his lips to hers once again crawling on top of her to reach into the night stand easier. Any other night, he’d have her on her knees returning the favor, but just the thought of him inside her had him ready to bust already. “Let’s do breakfast tomorrow, yeah?”
“Fucking hell, Luke. Hurry up,” she whined out raising her crotch to run against his for friction as he chuckled, rolling the condom on swiftly before pumping himself a few times and nestling his face in her neck, thrusting into her slowly making sure not to hurt her while she got used to his size, loud moans released from both parties in pleasure. Within seconds, she was begging for Luke to move again, only encouraging the boy to go harder and faster every time he thrust into her. He took one of her legs lifting it over his shoulder for a new angle, before doing the same with the other living the feeling of depth he was getting, knowing she could feel it as well as she clenched around him every time he thrust into her. “Fuck…fuck, L-Luke. Jesus, just like that!”
“You like that, baby girl? You going to cum on my cock for me? Huh? Come on love,” he muttered into her ear out of breath moving one of his hands to rub at her clit only making her moans that much louder. He was sure everyone in the floor of his apartment would know his name by tomorrow, if they didn’t already know. The way her breathing got louder and more uneven gave Luke the knowledge he needed to know she was about to unravel. “That’s it, baby. All over my cock.” And that’s just what she did. Within just one or two more thrusts with her clenched around him mid orgasm had him releasing as well, slowly thrusting into her letting them ride out their orgasms before slowly pulling out of her sensitive cunt and moving off the bed to discard of the used condom. He climbed back into the bed with her as she pulled off her heels, lying back against the pillow only to be pulled into the strong side that belongs to Luke Hemmings.
“Well, that was something else,” Michaela muttered letting her eyes flutter close as Luke pressed a kiss to her temple.
truth is, i’m afraid when with you,
i’m tongue tied at a loss, attempting to return affection
when my hands are stiff and my movements slow,
acclimated to the cold blood swimming,
nothing compares to the warmth of your lips,
and the sweet nothings that leave them,
i’m afraid to know them well enough to be missed.
because i know what they say about things too good to be true
and truth is,
i’m afraid to admit i need you.