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moviecritc · 1 year ago

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june 18th ⋆ oscar piastri smau

pairing: oscar piastri x singer!reader

summary: everyone thinks that your new album is about break up and that you ended your relationship with your boyfriend

warnings: hate comments

a/n: i used midnights by taylor swift, it fits perfectly with the plot <3

english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes

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user1 IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?

user2 TEASING A NEW ALBUM???

user3 everybody stay calm GEWUIEORLGNFDSKVBGFDSFG

user4 FINALLYYYYY, it's been almost two years we miss singer y/n

user5 wait why isn't oscar in the likes?? 👀

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user1 sabrina, billie, girl in red and now y/n WE ARE BEING FED

user2 LET'S GOOO

yourbff ok i'm so excited <33

user3 THE COVER, THE MAN AT THE BAACK

user4 it's giving break up album user1 it HAS to be a break up album user5 the tracklist feels very sad

user6 GUYS WHERE'S OSCAR.

user7 this can't be happening rn

user8 JUNE 18TH COME FASTTT

user9 guys, guys, june 18. 18 backwards is 81, OSCAR'S RACE NUMBER

user10 OH WE'RE GOING TO CRY WITH THIS ALBUM

user11 wait but we saw them together past month, i don't think she could wrote the album so fast

user12 idc IT'S GOING TO BE A BREAK UP ALBUMMM

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user1 wait she looks so happy

user2 she's healing from tha oscar guy

user3 DROP IT NOOOOWWW

user4 lando in the likes??

landonorris 😍

user5 ok this is taking a weird path now user6 he has never liked any of the posts on yn in all these years AND NOW HE'S COMMENTING user7 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE user8 this wasn't in my 2024 bingo card honestly

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user1 tf you think you're to hurt y/n user2 thank god you broke up with y/n, she deserves way better than this user3 not this guy thinking he could pull y/n user4 i hope you don't win any race for what you did to y/n

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user1 SLAY AND SERVED CUNT

user2 MOTHER

user3 it's giving tyler durden and the narrator ngl

user4 THE "EVERYONE WILL BETRAY YOU" SCENE?? OSCAR YOU'RE DEAD

user5 AND THE ORANGE IS ALL OVER THA MV (that is oscar's color team) user6 WHO TF THIS MAN THINK HE IS?? dude hasn't even achieve anything and has the courage to hurt y/n user7 FRR, i love him when he was supportive with her, but now? he better hide himself user8 oscar we're coming from you

user9 wait oscar is back in the likes

user10 he can leave honestly, we don't want him here

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yourusername I know the album drops in one week, but... here's the Lavender Haze music video. Starring me and @oscarpiastri 💐

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user1 this is probably the most iconic thing anyone has ever done

user2 NOW THIS IS HOW YOU BEAT ALLEGATIONS

oscarpiastri my girl, i'm so proud of you ✨

user4 COUPLE GOALS. COUPLE GOALS COUPLE GOALS user5 oh shut up you were hating on him two days before user3 the fact that LANDO had to interfere bc of all the hate to oscar

user6 i'm so happy for them 💜

landonorris i wasn't aware of that part of you mr piastri

user7 so it's not a break up album

user8 it's literally a love letter 😩😩

lilymhe you guys are the cutest can't wait to the album to drop

yourusername you're so sweet lily 💖 user10 i need them to be friends user11 PLEASE

user9 ugh i'm so lonely

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sawarusi · 3 months ago

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brienne of tarth x f!reader

star-crossed lovers

info before u read: reader is a princess of house (whichever one u want), and Brienne recently swore to protect her. reader is an oversharer. the reader's parents want to marry her off to some lord's son. i made up some constellations - astrologists pls dont come for me !english isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes!

just this evening, you'd learned of the grim plans your parents had for you - a betrothal, arranged behind closed doors, sealed with handshakes and promises you had no say in. You could still hear their voices echoing in your head, full of pride and expectation, as if your life were nothing more than another move in some great, tired game of thrones.

it was now midnight; you've been sitting in your chamber ever since, unable to look anyone in their eyes. the walls of the castle had seemed to close in around you, heavy with duty and the weight of centuries. you needed air. you needed space. you needed... out.

so you had slipped away - down the narrow servants’ stairs, past the dozing guards, out into the cool embrace of the night.

the garden was silver with moonlight when you stepped through the heavy doors, the chill of the night air kissing your bare arms. above you, the sky stretched wide and velvet-dark, stitched with a thousand glittering stars. it was easy to pretend, for a moment, that you were no princess at all. just a girl, small and free, lost in the wonder of the world.

the stars have always been there for you; anytime you were in distress, their light caressed your distraught form. they've been your most loyal confidants.

you had just flopped onto the cool grass, trying to trace the shapes of the constellations, when a soft clink of armor broke the stillness.

Brienne.

you startled upright, heart leaping. you looked up at her, expecting to be reprimanded and taken back to your chambers. but instead of scolding you or hauling you back inside, she just... sighed, and smiled a little.

"may I?" she asked, nodding to the grass beside you.

you blinked, stunned, before nodding quickly. she settled down with surprising gentleness, the plates of her armor catching the moonlight. for a moment, neither of you spoke.

the silence stretched, soft, yet heavy. and then, without meaning to, the words tore free from you.

"they want to marry me off. to some lord."

you paused, throat tightening until the stars above you blurred into a watery mess.

"i don't want it," you whispered. "i don't... i don't want any of them. i don't feel what I'm supposed to feel."

Brienne turned her head, her gaze steady, sure. for a moment, she just looked at you, as if weighing your words carefully, as if hearing the parts you hadn't said aloud.

panic clawed at your throat. you weren't supposed to say that. not aloud. not even to her.

desperate to pull the words back, to drown them out, you tilted your head back and pointed to the sky, forcing a too-bright smile onto your face.

you cleared your throat to force the words out of your mouth. "see that one?" you said quickly, rushing the words. "that bright one near the horizon? that's the Lady's Lantern. they say it's a goddess who fell in love with a mortal knight, and she lights his path every night so he can find his way home."

Brienne followed your finger, her expression softening, but she said nothing.

"and that cluster there - like a crooked crown - that's the Wolf Queen. she was supposed to marry some king she hated, so she ran away into the woods, and the gods turned her into stars so no one could ever catch her."

you rattled off another, and another, letting the names and stories tumble free - half-laughing, half-gasping - anything to fill the heavy silence. it was easier than thinking. easier than feeling the ache inside your chest.

Brienne listened without a word, her large hands resting loosely over her knees, the moon catching the pale gold of her hair. there was a patience to her - a stillness that made you feel, absurdly, as though you were safe.

finally, the words dried up, leaving only the chirr of crickets and the distant rush of the river.

you drew a shaky breath. there was no more running from it.

"they told me tonight," you said, voice barely above a whisper, "that a betrothal has been arranged. i’m to marry some lord’s son. i don��t even remember his name."

you laughed, but it cracked and crumbled halfway out of your throat.

Brienne shifted closer, just a little - enough that the heavy warmth of her presence wrapped around you like a shield.

"i don't want it," you confessed again, the words shaking free. "i don’t want... any man."

you struggled for the right words, feeling them clawing inside your chest. "it's not that i’m afraid. It's just - i don't feel the way they say i should."

for a long, aching moment, you couldn't look at her. you stared at your hands instead, willing yourself not to cry.

then you felt the brush of something b Brienne’s hand, gloved and careful, coming to rest lightly atop your own.

"that doesn’t make you wrong," she said, her voice low and sure. "it just makes you you."

when you finally dared to meet her eyes, there was no judgment there. only a quiet fierceness, steady and true, like she would draw her sword and carve a path through the world for you if you asked.

Brienne’s hand stayed over yours, a steady weight. she didn’t speak right away, and you were grateful. the night didn’t need filling.

Finally, she shifted, slow and deliberate, as though every movement carried a vow.

"you do not have to marry anyone," she said, voice low and certain. "not when i am sworn to you."

you blinked, unsure if you heard her right. she met your gaze, fierce and unwavering.

"i will protect you," Brienne said, like it was an oath carved in stone. "even from this."

the breath caught in your chest. no one had ever said such a thing to you - not without expecting something in return. but Brienne asked for nothing. she only gave.

the stars spun slowly overhead, cold and brilliant, and you realized with a sudden, aching clarity that you had never felt safer in your entire life.

a tiny smile, fragile but real, found its way to your lips.

"thank you." you whispered.

Brienne only nodded once, solemn and sure, as if you had entrusted her with something precious - and she meant to guard it with her life.

Brienne’s hand stayed over yours, her touch steady and sure, but you could feel the tension thrumming beneath her calm - like a bowstring drawn tight.

you turned your palm up slowly, letting your fingers weave between hers. she stilled, as if the slightest wrong move might break the fragile moment.

"you make me feel safe," you whispered, the words trembling between you. "safe to be... me."

for a heartbeat, she only looked at you, her blue eyes wide and wondering - as if she couldn't believe you meant it. as if no one had ever spoken to her that way before.

she took your hand - her grip so delicate, as if she was holding something made of porcelain. then, she brought it up to her mouth and kissed it tenderly, like a true gentleman. then she put it back where it was, and braided her fingers with yours. the gesture making you feel things you've never felt before - not by a man, at least.

the silence between you grew warm, shimmering with all the things neither of you dared to say yet.

the night air shifted, a colder breeze brushing across the garden and raising goosebumps along your skin. Brienne noticed immediately - of course she did.

she cleared her throat, the sound low and a little awkward, but her thumb brushed over your knuckles - tender, lingering.

"it's getting cold, my lady." she said, voice softer than you’d ever heard it. "you should return to your chambers."

you nodded, even though every part of you wanted to stay, tangled up in this strange, fragile magic between you.

slowly, she rose to her feet, offering her hand to you. you took it without hesitation, letting her pull you up with surprising ease, her grip careful but sure.

neither of you let go right away.

for a long moment, you simply stood there, hands clasped, the stars wheeling overhead, the world holding its breath. the glittering orbs shedding light over your bodies, making you both shine.

then, reluctantly, Brienne let your hand slip free - but only so she could walk beside you, one step behind and to your left, the silent promise of her protection never wavering.

neither of you spoke as you made your way back through the moonlit halls. but the space between you was filled with something new -something waiting to bloom.

when you reached the heavy oak door of your chambers, you hesitated, your hand hovering over the iron latch. the thought of stepping inside - of returning to the weight of your title, your duties, the betrothal that loomed like a storm - made the air feel thick, suffocating. you didn’t want to be alone with those thoughts. not yet.

you turned to Brienne, who stood a respectful step away, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes fixed on you with that quiet intensity that always made you feel seen. truly seen - not as a princess or a pawn, but as you.

“will you…” your voice came out softer than you meant, almost lost in the stillness. you swallowed, trying again. “will you come in? just for a moment?” it came out sounding like a plea.

Brienne’s expression flickered - surprise, then something deeper, like she was weighing the propriety of it, the risk. but her gaze softened, and she nodded once, solemn as ever. “if you wish it, my lady.”

you pushed the door open and stepped inside, the familiar scent of beeswax candles and old parchment greeting you. the fire in the hearth had dwindled to embers, casting a faint, warm glow across the room. you crossed to the window, pulling the heavy drapes aside to let the moonlight in, needing the stars to anchor you. behind you, the door clicked shut, and you heard the soft rustle of Brienne’s movements as she stood near the center of the room, ever cautious, ever proper.

you turned to face her, leaning against the windowsill, you were nervously fidgeting with your hands as you searched for words. she stood tall, her armor catching the firelight, but her face was open, unguarded in a way you rarely saw. the sight of her - strong, steadfast, yet so gentle in her care for you - made something in your chest ache.

“i don’t know how to do this,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “this… life they’ve planned for me. the betrothal, the marriage, the duties. it feels like i’m being buried alive.”

Brienne’s jaw tightened, a flicker of anger passing through her eyes - not at you, but at the world that would cage you. the very world in front of which she made an oath to protect you. she took a small step closer, her hands flexing at her sides as if she wanted to reach for you but didn’t trust herself to. “you deserve better,” she said, her voice low and fierce. “you deserve to choose your own path.”

her words landed like a stone in still water(those who know💀), sending ripples through you. no one had ever said that to you before - not your parents, not your septa, not the lords and ladies who smiled and called you 'my lady' while plotting your future. you felt tears prick your eyes, hot and sudden, and you looked away, ashamed of the way your voice shook when you spoke.

“but what if my path… what if it’s not what they want? What if it’s not what anyone wants?” the words were a confession, raw and trembling, and you couldn’t meet her gaze. you stared at the floor instead, at the patterns in the rug, willing yourself to hold together.

Brienne was quiet for a moment, and you braced yourself for her to step back, to retreat into the role of knight and sworn shield, to remind you of duty. but then you heard the soft clank of her armored boots, and she was closer now, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her presence, smell the faint leather and steel of her gear.

“you are not alone in that,” she said, her voice so soft it was almost a murmur. “i… i know what it is to want something the world tells you you cannot have., to be something the world doesn't want you to be”

you turned to face her and looked up, startled, and found her eyes searching yours, wide and unguarded, filled with a vulnerability you’d never seen in her before. Brienne, who faced down knights and beasts without flinching, looked almost afraid - not of you, but of the words she was daring to speak.

“what do you mean?” you asked, voice full of care and curiosity. your heart pounding.

she hesitated, her lips parting as if the words were caught there, heavy and unyielding. then she exhaled, a slow, steady breath, and spoke. “i was never meant to be… this.” she gestured faintly to herself, to the armor, the sword at her hip. “my father wanted a lady for a daughter. the world wanted me to be soft, to marry, to bear children. but that was never me. i wanted to fight, to protect, to be… true to myself. and I’ve paid for it, every day.”

her voice was steady, but there was a rawness to it, a quiet pain that made your throat tighten. you thought of the stories you’d heard - of the mockery, the scorn, the men who called her 'beast' behind her back. and yet here she was, standing before you, unbowed, offering you her truth like a gift.

that moment made you realize, that you know nothing (jon snow) of the knight you were facing. all of it made you yearn to get to know her.

“you’re the bravest person i know,” you said, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “you’ve never let them change you. i… i wish I could be that strong.”

Brienne’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked almost undone, like your words had struck something deep and unguarded in her. “you are strong,” she said, her voice fierce with conviction. “you’re here, speaking your truth, even when it scares you. that’s courage, my lady. more than i’ve seen in half the knights i’ve met.”

you laughed, a small, shaky sound, and wiped at your eyes. “you make it sound so simple.”

“it’s not,” she admitted, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “but you don’t have to face it alone.”

the promise in her voice, the weight of her presence, made your chest feel too full. you stepped closer, daring to bridge the gap, until you could see the faint freckles across her nose, the way her eyes widened, soft and wondering. “Brienne,” you murmured, your voice trembling with everything you couldn’t yet name. “when I’m with you, i feel… like i could be me. like i could want what I want, and it wouldn’t be wrong.”

her breath caught, and for a heartbeat, she looked at you like you were a star she’d plucked from the sky, something impossible and precious. her hand twitched at her side, then slowly, so slowly, she reached out, her gloved fingers brushing your arm, steady and warm. “you’re not wrong,” she whispered, her voice rough with emotion. “you’re… you’re everything.”

the words hung between you, shimmering with all you hadn’t dared to say. your heart pounded, loud enough you were sure she could hear it, and you felt the pull between you, a tide you couldn’t resist. You stepped closer, your hand finding hers, your fingers weaving together, bare skin against leather. she stilled, her eyes wide, as if afraid to move, afraid to break the fragile moment.

“Brienne,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath, “i don’t want to be afraid anymore.”

her gaze softened, and something shifted in her - a decision, a surrender. she lifted her free hand, hesitating, then gently cupped your cheek, her touch so careful, like you were made of glass. her thumb brushed your skin, and you leaned into it, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment, the warmth of her grounding you.

“you don’t have to be.” she murmured, her voice low and sure, like an oath.

you opened your eyes, meeting hers, and the world seemed to fall away—the betrothal, the castle, the weight of duty - until it was just you and her, bathed in moonlight. you tilted your head, your breath mingling with hers, and then, slowly, as if drawn by the stars themselves, you leaned in.

Brienne met you halfway, her lips brushing yours, tentative at first, soft and uncertain, like she was afraid she might hurt you. but when you pressed closer, a small, desperate sound escaping your throat, she deepened the kiss, her hand sliding to the back of your neck, holding you with a gentleness that made your heart ache. her lips were warm, tasting faintly of the night air; and the world spun, bright and brilliant, as if the stars had fallen into your chest.

it was brief, too brief, and when you parted, both of you were breathing hard, your foreheads resting together, her hand still cradling your face. her eyes were wide, searching yours, a mix of wonder and fear, like she couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“i…” she started, her voice hoarse, but you shook your head, a small, trembling smile on your lips.

“don’t,” you whispered. “don’t say anything. just… stay.”

she nodded, a warm smile on her face. her thumb brushed your cheek once more, and for a moment, you simply stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the stars outside bearing witness. the world could wait. for now, this - her, you, this fragile, perfect moment - was enough.

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dontxevenxask · 2 years ago

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Bad hair day

Context: So you (Satorus wife and basically the mom of Megumi and Tsumiki) were enjoying a nice day, but Megumi came to you almost crying from a Gojos mess up with his hair.

Pairing: fem!reader x Gojo Satoru

TW: idk like hair cutting, a bit of yelling and that's abou it?? Yeah

Word count: abt 900 or so (it's short ik😭😭)

Authors note: haven't written in a loooong time, I have had a few projects but never had thr energy to finish em. I made this at like midnight so that's why it isn't the best. Oh and first language isn't english so can be some typos there!

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You were relaxing in the kitchen, drinking some tea with a few biscuits while reading the new book you've just gotten from the library today.

It was rare to even have such a calm day with nothing special to do. You could just Be by yourself and enjoy the day.

As you thought that would be the case for the rest of the day, but you were about to Be proven very wrong by the universe once again.

You heard quick and pretty silent thumps coming down stairs with the person just yelling. It was Megumi who was on the verge of tears as he came up to you with you getting up from the chair quickly as he wrapped his tiny arms around your legs as he covered his face with them starting to cry now.

"Wha-? Megumi are you okay? What happened??" You asked worried as you got down on your knees so you could see his face.

"My..hair!" He said sniffling inbetween his words.

You took a look at his hair and, oh, my, god.. his hair was cut very badly and pretty short too. He had a pair of bangs too! Now who in the hell did that to him??

You were staring at his hair standing up just about to ask him who did that. But then you saw a tall figure leaning against the kitchens door frame with a look of both dissapointment and guilt.

"I told him to stay still.." He tried defending himself but it was no use really.

"God.." you let out in a sigh while rubbing your temples trying to calm down a bit. "Are you serious?? He just had his hair cut a few days ago!"

"Well he said he didn't really like the length of it?! And I decided to fix it up since you were finally relaxing for sometime" Gojo said now looking into your eyes but then looking away again.

Megumi was still crying from his awful haircut as you were arguing with Gojo for a bit as well about the situation, everything was so loud and it made you just more irritated.

"Okay okay! Megumi, honey? How about I fix your hair, yeah?" You leaned down to look at him.

He then started to calm down but still had some tears on his cheecks and a runny nose as he nodded as an answear. So you picked him up with his arms around your neck gently and his legs around your back.

Gojo stared at you both as you walked past him with Megumi in your arms. Though you didn't notice the death stare that Megumi gave to Gojo before you walked upstairs to go to the bathroom to fix it all up.

"Okay, now sit here and I'll try my best to fix it" for sure yours couldn't be as bad as this monstosity on his head

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After about an hour of hard work with scissors snapping and hair falling down, you got his hair to look actually pretty good!

"So, how's that?" You asked fixing it up a bit with your fingers.

"..Amazing!" Megumi said cracking a smile as he turned around to hug you as you put your hand on top oh his head stroking his soft hair.

You then opened the door with Satoru and Tsumiki both outside waiting to see the results. Tsumiki was also a bit amazed and went to look at it closer as Gojo just looked at you smiling.

You saw him smiling at you and you smiled as well "Hey why won't you two go watch some TV?" You said to the kids as they then left down stairs to go and do just what you said.

"So.. I'm sorry for cutting his hair without asking you first.." he admitted looking down at the floor.

"Thanks but you probably should apologise to Megumi instead of me?" You said smiling a bit raising an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, mhm, sure"

"Gojo??"

"Okay I will!" He finally said.

"Good, and please never! Cut anyones hair again, expecially yours! I don't want to date a bald man okay?" You said smiling as you left a quick and soft kiss on his lips before going down to hear his apology to Megumi.

#gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk x you #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro tsumiki #jjk fanfic

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dulceackles · 1 year ago

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Ambivalent Part three- The crime

Previous part: (x)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, strong language, sex, violence, enemies to lovers, alcohol, all that. Mention of dead body, a little bit of horror. English is not my first language, so sorry for typos. Also, it is a Y/N, but I've created a background story and a fictional place around it for creative and storytelling reasons. Will not be describing exterior characteristics, tho!

Summary: Dean used to be really important to Y/N but ever since he suddenly left her without telling her why, she's been avoiding even mentioning him. Now, after years, he's back in town, but not because of her. There's a case. The only things she's certain is that she doesn't like him being back.

Word count: 4.1k

Y/N had left her apartment about 5 minutes ago. Joselyn and she had decided to meet up in front of the bar. Luckily the bar wasn't too far from her apartment but then again, nothing in Dimdale was that far.

Y/N: gonna be there in 10 mins!

She texted her friend. It was mid-spring, but the weather had been freezing for the past two weeks. Y/N wrapped her jacket tighter around her as a breeze of wind ran through her hair.

The streetlights flickered once, then twice. The streetlights had not been fixed in years. They were old and rusty, and it was not one bit surprising they lived a life of their own when it came to nighttime. A few citizens had made complaints about them to the mayor, but the reply was always the same; The electricity crisis is the most real thread this town has. We have to keep that in mind. By saving electricity and redirecting our funds carefully, we assure to postpone the catastrophic effects the crisis as it worsts could provide. Every time, every election, and always the same mayor. If you asked Y/N, she thought it was all bullshit. The town was broke, it was obvious. Lost of all founds to keep even the streetlight in order and apart from couple new apartment buildings, public park and a shopping center, everything in Dimdale was rotting in place. It was like a ghost town, yet the townies kept it alive. And the moving out rate was surprisingly low, it was like something just kept them there. A love for a familiar hometown, perhaps.

The light flickered again, and then suddenly all the yellow streams of light disappeared. The lights went off.

"Damn it." Y/N went through her handbag to find her phone to check the time. 10:53pm. It isn't even midnight yet, why the lights go off already? Y/N thought while continuing to walk. Luckily she had lived Dimdale her whole life, and she knew the roads like her own pocket even in the dark. She hoped Joselyn didn't have to wait on her. Sure she wasn't late, but she hated it when she arrived last even if she wasn't late. She hated to be the one to make others wait. She made her way on a dark sidewalk until she heard a shrill rattle behind her. She turned around. Had she dropped something? She pointed a flashlight from her phone to a ground but saw nothing. She kept walking.

"He is drunk as a skunk! How are we going to get anything out of him." Sam studied the man sitting a few bar stools from him.

"Hey, it's not my fault, dude is lightweight;" Dean shrugged his shoulders and took a ship of his beer.

"I didn't say it was your fault, I'm just point out a fact," Sam said.

"Let's just try it out, work it or not. Nothing to lose here." Dean voiced his plan, already on his way towards the drunken shell of a man, Victor.

"Hey man! Having fun I see," Dean greeted Victor, taking the barstool next to him.

"Dë'éaån...! havEen't sEeN YuO in Agesss!" Victor launched himself to hug Dean like he was his life-long friend. Dean awkwardly hugged him back and waited for Victor to get back to his seat. Sam took a stand next to Dean, trying not to laugh at the sign of his brother and Victor reuniting.

Victor finally leaned back to his barstool, and only then he noticed Sam standing next to him.

"This is Sam, my brother." Dean introduced him.

"SäM! I'VE heard Of YoU!" Victor nearly giggled excitedly, "YeaHH DéaNie told ME a lot ábout you!"

"Oh Deanie? He has?" Sam looked at Dean amused. Dean gave him a look that clearly said, "shut up".

"So, Victor, How's it been?" Dean asked, smiling to Victor and leaning his elbow against the dirty bar counter.

Victor went on excitedly telling about his new job and new car and how they were expecting a second child with his wife, Hilda. He told them about his dump ass boss who thought he was a little bit more important than god himself and how he was planning on proposing to Hilda (Even tho they were already married. Dean knew it, but he had no heart to break it to Victor. That's how excited he was about proposing to her.) God, this dude had had about ten drinks too much.

"Hmm interesting. We heard about Sandra. Such a terrible thing." Dean shook his head.

"Yeah, must have been hard for you too, to be witnessing it." Sam added.

"Yup, I saw it with my own eyes too," Victors demeanor changed into a more serious one. It was clear the man was terrified of the memories he had.

"Saw what?" Dean asked, pretending not to know everything.

"The thing," Victors eyes locked with the wall in front of him. "It was not a human, I could tell, and no one, even the police, believed me. They said that maybe the killer had just dressed himself in a costume, but it was not a costume. It was floating, and it appeared out of nothing and disappeared into thin air."

"So Victor.. What did it do? Just came and left with Sandra?" Sam asked.

"No. I was walking behind her, not close to her, but the road was straight so I could see her all the time. I don't think she knew I was behind her. It was late...or early, a little bit before 4am. The streetlight were off, but the sun was just about to start rising so it wasn't pitch black, I swear. I SAW HER FINE." Victor started to yell suddenly and hit his fist into the bar counter.

"Woah, dude, we believe you." Dean tried to calm him down. Few people in the bar turned to look at them.

"Sorry it's just.. I saw it and no one believes me. The police claimed that I was drunk, and it was dark but...," Victor sighed. "She turned around, she was looking for something from her pockets, but she couldn't find it so she started to look from the ground and walk back. Towards me, she looked panicked even from far, and I was planning on asking from her if everything was fine once she came close enough but then.. Then the thing appeared. It was behind her, she never saw it, she was looking so closely to the ground. It reached out to touch her and then they both just disappeared. I called the police immediately, but they did nothing. They came and took me to jail for "prank calling". Then the next day Sandra's mom called about her being missing just as they were to let me go, they were about to take me as main suspect but then they took it back. I mean, for fuck's sake. And then her body was found."

"Hmm, That's something." Sam thought outloud.

"But there's something more weird." Victor looked betrified.

"And what's that?" Dean asked, taking a ship of his beer.

"Before the thing took Sandra, before it even appeared, the streeth lights... they all just blasted on, like fully on. The whole road was lit on like it was on fire." Victor said his voice shaking.

"The streetlights went on? Really? at night, aren't they supposed to be on?" Dean asked, a light amusement and disbelief in his voice.

"You don't get it, you outsider. They never ever put them on after 12am." He turned to look at Dean for the first time during their talk.

"Who's they?" Dean asked.

Victor was about to answer but then his eyes locked to the front door, right behind Dean. His face changed, it was like a new man morphied into him. This... a smile came to his face, like something super amusing was about to happen and he completely forgot the previous conversation that had brought this man into a state of true fear.

"Victor?" Dean asked, he was about to turn himself to check what had just walked through those doors but he didn't have to.

"Y/N, GIRLLL! Check who's hereee!" Victor yelled, he fully nearly screamed across the whole bar.

"God damn it, Victor." Dean

"Okay pal, It's your time to go home." A doorman walked over to Victor and grapped him by his upper arm.

"No please, we'll look after him, he'll behave." Sam tried to save Victor from being kicked out.

"Trust me, this one never does. I'm doing you a favor, you don't want to watch after him." The doorman laughed before escorting Victor out. Man he was drunk.

Dean's eyes locked with hers. She's so beautiful, He thought. She was wearing a black maxi dress, casual but sexy. Her hair was carefully done and she was wearing this...a god awful look on her face, like she had just withnessed something so disgusting it was classified as a crime. Oh, right, she had locked her eyes with Dean himself.

"Okay pall, it's your time to go home." A doorman came to stand next to Victor and grapped his upper arm.

"No, please. We'll look after him, he'll behave." Sam tried to save Victor from being kicked out.

"Trust me, he won't and you don't want to." The doorman said and escorted Victor out.

How dare he be here ruining the night? The one night I decide to go out and he's here, Y/N thought. She had been glaring the back of his head for 20 minutes now. He and Sam were still sitting in the same spot next to a bar counter they had been sitting since she and Joselyn arrived. They had took a table across the room but the bar was not big enough for Y/N to forget his presence.

"Like I will go get you some binoculars if you want me to." Joselyn commented. Joselyn had been sitting silently next to her friend.

"Sorry, I just... Why the fuck he needs to be here?" Y/N sighed, breaking her glare and turning to look at Joselyn.

"Free country I guess.. Anyways, I say we forget about him and have fun. Who's with me? I know I am." Joselyn grinned.

"suree," Y/N smiled. She promised she was going to try. She came to have a good night and one fuckboy wasn't going to stop that. besides, she know how annoying she was being and unfair to Joselyn. She too had had and experience of asking a friend out and then the friend is all obsessed over some and completely forgets her friend and original conversation subjects exist.

"I feel like im too old for this, sitting in a bar and beefing with a fuckboy. Like I didn't know fuckboys at this age existed anymore but apparently they do." Y/N shook his head.

"Trust me, they never go out of style. I bet there's a 87-year-old guy named Larry going around a nursing home breaking them old poor hearts." Joselyn giggled, "Let's go get drinks."

"No we can't" Y/N grapped Joselyns hand in panic, "He's literally right there next to a bar counter."

"I know and he's there for a purpose trying to pretend he didn't even see you but secretly waiting for you to go get a drink." Joselyn pointed out, "I'll go, you wait here."

"Okay but don't say anything to him." Y/N wasn't sure if she trusted her friend with this task.

"I would never!" Joselyn acted like she was hurt by her even thinking she'd do such a think and then winked at her and turned on her heels to trot to the bar counter.

Y/N pulled her phone from her handbag and started scrolling through it. She had no notifications, not a single text or anything but she still went through her phone, pretending she had like atleast thousand messages to reply. To her defence, feeling awkward when left alone at a bar was a really common feeling and distracting yourself with a weather app was a common response.

She had already checked next week's weather in Dimdale, Vancouver and Dallas when Joselyn finally came back with a tray with four drinks and four shots on it.

"Woah, what's all this?" Y/N looked at the tray in shock almost.

"Our drinks! Two drinks and two shots for you, same for me." Joselyn said and started to sort out the drinks on the table.

"Are we gonna like crawl back home from here?" Y/N giggled.

"No I was planning on passing out on the toilet and then taking a ambulance but you can take build-in the four-wheeler if you feel like it." Joselyn joked.

"truth or drink?" Joselyn asked, "But even if you pick truth you still have to drink tho."

"Okay, sure." Y/N was pretty sure she knew what was coming so she just picked up the first shot she got and downed it.

"What happened between you and Dean? You never talk about it and don't take this the wrong way but it was only like under a year old undefined long-distance relationship and you''ve been like shit about it for years after." Joselyn asked, she had always been curious.

"Well, I just.. It just sucked." Short but effective answer.

"Breakups usually do...And?" Joselyn didn't settle for that.

"I just really liked him. Like really, truly liked liked him.." Y/N continued

"Huge crush you had, I remember," Joselyn added. She knew Y/N maybe even had fallen in love but she knew better than poke at that. But two years crying over it was still a bit much she thought.

"Yeah, sure.," Y/N took her second shot and then drank little bit of her mixed drink to get the taste of alcohol out of her mouth, "He was the first guy I truly liked liked and I felt like it was mutual and I knew he had this job and all and he was away a lot and he never really even lived here but I feel like it was worth the wait and maybe even worth like you know.. eventually moving with him if it got that serious. And before he left me he gave me this ring.."

Joselyn gasped and took a sip of her drink. She was really into the story like she was watching a reality tv.

"Not a engagement ring you idiot!" Y/N laughed at her friends shocked expression, "It was just an old ring, he said it was special to him. It was really pretty tho. he said that he wanted me to have it. However, then two weeks later, he was supposed to be back in a week yet he calls me that he's not gonna come and that I should lose his number."

"No way!" Joselyn gasped again.

"Yeah, the way that he did it, like he couldn't even wait a week to get here and dump me face to face. I just know he lied about something and you know what I think it is?" Y/N turned to look check if Dean was still sitting where he had been. He was, he said something to Sam. "I think he lived a double live. I mean think of it."

"Yeah it does sound suspicios." Joselyn agreed.

"I tried to google this so called 'Family business' and nothing, not a single result nanywhere and his whole story was that the business was one of the fields best so kinda weird it's nowhere to be found.I think he had another woman, or like I was the another woman. And she must have found out and he panic because clearly he chose her." Y/N secretly wished she had third shot but she didn't.

"in that case not your lose girl, not your lose." Joselyn shook her head.

"I guess." She didn't see it as black and white, "Anyways, I think I know why he's now back. I think he wants to propose and needs the ring back."

"NO WAY" Joselyn yelped.

"shhhhhhh!" Y/N didn't dare to check who had turned around to look at them.

"Yup, I think he wants to propose with it and have it back but because he's such a dump ass liar he can't even be honest and ask it back but he has to put all of this show of being back in town with his brother. Sam even came talk to me and was like 'Idk what happened but I'm sorry blaahblaah' and trying to befriend me. I think Dean has put Sam in the business so he could ask the ring back because, i don't know, maybe they think i wouldn't give it back to him." Y/N said.

"Would you tho? Do you even have it anymore?" Joselyn knitted her eyebrows.

Y/N laughed a little bit, "Of course I have, I mean all of his other stuff he had left I threw away but I wouldn't throw away something he said was special to him. It's just a ring i mean, if he said it was special it had to have background story.."

"But don't you think it's bit weird he'd give the ring to you if he planned to propose with it one day?" The way Joselyn worded her gueston hurt Y/N feeling a little bit.

Truthfully, Y/N had felt her whole life that she was somewhat 'unloveable', like she just wasn't good enough for someone to love. And before Dean she had felt nearly invisiable and like she had to plant herself infront of people for them to even notice her and like beg for them to be with her and even then, if they happened to see her, they only wanted sex, sort time pleasure from her and nothing else. But with Dean, it had felt different. It had felt like she didn't have to try so hard to be loved and valued. She wasn't gonna admit it outloud but she thought she had loved him and that he loved her too but when it had begun clear that was not the case, it had broke her in ways she didn't even know her spirit could be broken. So for even Joselyn to guestion why he would give the ring to her made her feel stupid. Like had she fallen for a stupid lie? What it that transparent that he hadn't loved her,

"I don't know why he gave it to me. Maybe he was trying to keep the show on. I thought that maybe he lied and the ring was just a ring but why else would they be back? There's literally nothing else here for them exept the ring?" she replied, she felt herself getting drunk and she also felt a lump starting to form in her throat. Great.

She hated him, more than anything. She felt stupid, like she had walked around with rose pink glasses on thinking she had a love of her life next to her and he had let her believe that. And then she maybe was just a side chick. She couldn't proof it but she knew he had lied about something so if not that then what?.

"Yeah so that's that. That's his crime, that's what happened" Y/N leaned back in her seat. She wasn't feeling too well.

"I have to go to toilet," Y/N said and got up.

As she walked to the toilet she could feel her eyes watering and legs thumbling. She was more drunk than she thought she had been. But she was not going to cry in public, not over him.

But as she reached the bathroom and the door closed, she just felt tears escaping her eyes no matter how she tried to fight it.

"Stop it, you crybaby." She whispered to herself and she was going to insult herself more but she heard the door open. It was probably Joselyn, she probably noticed Y/N was crying.

"What happened?" concerned voice asked.

"I -" Y/n was about to start sobbing to her best friend but then she realized she was not in the room with her, "You nasty donkey what are you doing here? It's women's bathroom.

"Why are you crying?" Dean asked again, crossing his arms infront of her. Y/N tried to go around him and leave but he just stepped infront of her, blocking her exit.

"I'm not crying!" It came out in a full angry sob.

Dean trying to take a hold of her face and wipe her tears with his thumb but Y/N pushed his hands away.

"Don't touch me:" She hissed.

"Y/N please, I'm begging you. Don't be like this," Dean plead.

"Like what?" she asked him. Secretly she was glad she had done something that bothered him enough for him to ask her to stop.

"Don't be so angry and passive-agressive all the time and don't push me away constantly. Just tell me what happened?" He grapped her by her arms gently but firmly.

"I'm crying because..." Y/N started, "I just learned that when sloths mate the female sloth will climb up a tree and scream till a male finds her. And that just really moved me to tears."

"Very funny, very clever Y/N" Dean rolled his eyes.

"Isn't it." Y/N gave him a sarcastic smile and she could tell he was not happy at all about her behaviour. She thought that maybe he was getting a little bit angry too, "Would that work on you?" She asked.

"You can try." He looked her up and down.

"Do you want just like a full scream or would you prefer some pronunciation in there? Like maybe even a full phrase like ´somebody help me, There's a man in wome's bathroom!´ or something like that."

"You're in men's bathroom." Dean pointed out.

"No, i'm not."

"Yes, you are you sloppy drunk." Dean smiled a little bit but not in a malicious way. He thought it was cute how disoriented she was now that she was not fully crying anymore.

Y/N looked to her right, there indeed was a row of urinals that had not caught her attention earlier.

"So did you follow me here or did you just come here to have a shit?" Y/N asked and now she felt like crying again. She really thought he had came in for her.

"Maybe I came in to watch out for my fellow pals," He smirked, he had that smirk. Y/N stared at his lips. He noticed. She was going to tell him to go fuck himself just out of habbit at this point but then he pushed her against the bathroom wall and pressed his lips to hers.

She was going to push him away but her hands betrayed her, instead, they wrapped themselves around his neck. His skin was soft and his lips moved gently with hers. She could smell his musky aftershave. She tried to take a step and leave but her legs didn't listen to her either. Instead her right leg lifted itself up and pressed her thigh against the side of his hip. She could feel tingles at the bottom of her stomach. Dean grapped the back of her thighs and her legs, without a premision, wrapped themselves around him. Her hands wandered into his hair, pulling his soft hair a little bit. She could feel his tongue slid into her mouth and his stubble rubbed against her chin. she loved hated the taste of him so much. His fingers digged into the flesh of her thighs as he hold her body, pressing her more inbetween the wall and himself. she wanted him to kiss her deeply and tell her that whatever he had done before was a mistake and he loved her and wanted to be with her and he was ready to do what ever it took to proof to her that she was worthy of her trust and that there was no other woman and that she was everything to him fuck off, she wanted him to fuck off.

Someone moaned and Y/N realised it was her. Did I just fucking moan?? She thought, oh no.

He smiled into her lips, he had heard that. He was about to break the kiss and ask her if they should leave it for later and if she'd let him by her a drink (non-alcoholic because she had had enough) but she broke the kiss first.

"What do you think you're doing?" She sounded angry, again, per usual.

"Uhm.." Dean looked genuinedly suprised, and a little bit hurt. He put her down, carefully holding her till she found her balance.

"Y/N, I thought..." Dean started to apologize but what cut off.

"Don't think." She hissed and stormed out of the bathroom...

Next part (x)

// this chapter was literal hell to write. I lost it like 2 times because tumblr hates me and had to rewrite it so sorry if there's apnormal amount on typos, I tried to edit it the best I could.

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sizzlingcoffeequeen · 4 months ago

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SILENT WHISPER'S IN MIDNIGHT ( FANFICTION ABOUT TONY STARK x FEMALE READER)

Writer's note : so hii there it's my very first fanfiction I've wrote and let me be clear english isn't my first language so their might be some grammatical mistakes or either spelling mistake so please bare with that I did my best on this one and I'll improve further aswell so please don't get offended by my mistake I'll be doing even better from now on. I really hope you will enjoy Thankyou:)

Tony stark x female wife reader ( fluffy, lovey dovey content, no smut)

*Warning* : mention of anxiety, nightmare

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You'd been dating Tony long years and last three years you two are married. You've been his soft spot and his saviour on anxiety episodes. You were together no metter what, through thin and thick

It's middle of the night when you try to sleep but couldn't with no Tony by your side. In some moments sound of music blasting in his workshop reaches your ear. You go there to spot him doing his magic with holographic models, inventing something new or improving ideas he already had in his mind

You quitely walked towards him his back facing you, Tony was too engaged in his tinkering to hear or notice you as you gently wrapped your arms around his torse hugging him from back your face resting on his back not wanting to starle him with your sudden presence.

Tony was so deep in thoughts that he didn't even hear you coming. For a moment, he's taken by surprise when you hug him from behind, but he quickly recognizes your scent and relaxes into your embrace. He lets out a soft chuckle, amused by your unexpected appearance.

"Hey there, didn't hear you sneak up on me."

He turns his head slightly to look at you over his shoulder, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Didn't hear you sneaking out of the bed stark " you retorted back giving him a knowing look

He chuckled softly at your playful retort, amused by your teasing. He turns around fully to face you, his arms encircling your waist, pulling you closer to him as he looks into your eyes with a mix of affection and a hint of mischief.

"Sorry, sweetheart. You know how it is. Mind racing too fast to sleep."

He grins, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in your features in the dim glow of the workshop lights. "Um hm " you hummed gently tracing your fingers across his chest around the Arc reactor which was glowing dimly on his chest "you're alright, i mean didn't have any nightmare right" you asked looking at him for any sign of distress as you were concerned knowing very well about his past struggle with nightmares.

Tony's expression softens as he sees the concern in your eyes, and your gentle touch on his Arc Reactor makes him feel a sense of comfort and safety.

He reaches up, placing his hand over yours on his chest, his palm warm against yours.

"I'm fine, love. No nightmares tonight." His voice is gentle, with a hint of reassurance. Although Tony himself knew the reality was a bit more complex. "That's good" you said looking at him with a warm smile releive by the fact that he didn't wake up from nightmare

Tony returns your smile, appreciating your concern and care for him. He knows you worry about his health and wellbeing, especially considering the toll his past battles have taken on him.

He gently cups your face in his hands, his thumbs tracing soft patterns on your cheeks.

"You know you don't have to worry about me so much, right? I can handle myself." He teases. "Oh i know but I worry because I can and also i love you, so i don't see any problem" you said grinning from ear to ear.

Tony's expression softens even more, a warm affection filling his gaze as he looks at you, his heart swelling with love and gratitude.

"Well, I can't argue with that logic."

He pulls you closer, his arms encircling you securely as he leans down and tenderly kisses your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment.

"I love you too, sweetheart. More than you know."

You smiled peppering soft kisses all over his face mumbling "So are you planning to rot here or wanna join me in the bed Mr Stark" you said in a teasing tone gently nibbling onto his lower lip making him instantly melt with your trick that always got him very well as he smirked playfully hands traveling down to your hips as he squeeze them pulling you closer to merge together

"oh sweetheart only a fool would choose to rot here, but you're lucky Ms Stark cuz your husband ain't one of those fool's" he said looking at you his one hand reached to run his hand down your hair's admiring his wife with his gaze filled with love and warmth and the hint of mischief

You chuckled softly wrapping your arms around his neck looking at him with a mischievous smile as you cleared your throat and with all the talent you got muster the most british accent you can saying "That's better, now we shall head towards our chamber without wasting any further time as your majesty needs her beauty sleep to wake up with a glow to bless you in the morning peasant".

Tony looked at her as he laughed clearly bewitched by his wife's antics which made him fall over and over again for her as his Deep genuine laughter echoed throughout his workshop shaking his head as he picked her up effortlessly throwing her over his shoulder making you squeal happily kicking your feet.

"As you wish my majesty, your wish is my command as always" he said without able to hide the smile spreading across his face,already giving in your antics as he walked out of the workshop with you on his shoulder heading towards their bedroom.

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thecranberriesslut · 2 months ago

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Dior Cologne

Summary: Written from the pov of Tashi Duncan, Tashi finds something that leads her to an old flame she though she'd put out. Turns out that sometimes, old flames burn the hottest. Pairing: Tashi Duncan x Patrick Zweig Warnings: DubCon, Degradation, Forcefulness, Smut, Dirty themes, Dirty talk, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, violence, Read At Own Risk, P in V without a condom, Wrap It Before You Tap It... Wc: 2,5k Notes: This is in the Challengers universe, also I'm so sorry about this being mean towards Art I think he's so hot and adorable but... this is also hot as fuck. Anyways please tell me what you think, be brave, any feedback is very much welcome. Also very sorry for possible typos, english isn't my first language. Okay enjoy, XoXo.

What drove me to him? To the man I hate—despise.

There’s no rationalizing human desire.

Art was always far too docile... obedient. At first, I didn’t mind it—I actually preferred it. There was something about the way he’d ask me before committing to anything, the way he’d look at me during a tennis match with that question in his eyes:

'Is it okay if I don’t win this? How am I doing?'

It started to get under my skin, like a tick—annoying, persistent—the way most husbands do. But over time, that itch grew, eating at me, making me look at him in a way I’d hoped I’d never see anyone. The tick turned to irritation, then exasperation.

And now, as he lay here with his warm, tear-stained head on my bare legs, I feel nothing but resentment towards him.

“If you don’t win tomorrow, I’ll leave you.”

I mean it. I’ve never meant anything more in my life.

The blue moonlight drows the room in despair. He smells like something fragile, something that needs protection—a small, pathetic animal.

Art’s failure to truly compete, his lack of fire when it came to what he wanted… his absolute inability to fight tooth and nail—inevitably it drove me mad.

And I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t about tennis.

I’ve never cared about anything as much as I care about tennis. It’s the only time in my life I feel alive, dead, horny. Art cares about me—that’s why he plays, that’s why he does anything. He wants me to be happy. But he doesn’t understand me. He doesn’t see what I see when I look at the world, at him, at tennis.

Never have I felt more understood, more alive, than when I fought with Patrick before that one match years ago—the match that ended my career forever. I hadn't seen him since, until we spoke earlier today.

I still remember the cologne he used to wear.

I used to love perfume samples. You spray a scent you adore, tuck it in your pocket, and then forget about it. Until years later, when you put on an old jacket, that scent lingers for a moment. Just for a moment, you’re back in time.

Maybe your perfume is finished, maybe it doesn’t smell the same as it used to, maybe you just need a change. But somehow, you take out that little paper sample, smell it again, and maybe even go to the store to buy a new (old) perfume.

So imagine my surprise when I go to leave the house past midnight. Art is fast asleep, and I need to clear my head. His leather jacket lay on the couch, so I slip it on. Absentmindedly, I stuff my hands in the deep pockets—and feel a piece of cardboard.

I pull it out. Dior, it reads.

A perfume sample.

I smell it. For a split second… I'm back in that sweaty hotel room. Wearing his shirt, my face inches from his, spitting crude insults at him, his hand holding the back of my hair—not quite tugging, just making sure I understand he could, if he wanted to.

Patrick.

In Art’s pocket lay, innocently, a piece of cardboard coated in Patrick’s cologne.

And fucked up as it sounds, I’ve never felt hornier. The thought of Art deliberately finding that perfume, bringing the sample home… Patrick’s hold on him had always been—and would always remain—relentless.

I knew where Patrick was staying. He’d come to see me the night before, asking about coaching him. I told him to fuck off, but when he mentioned the address, the hotel room number… I’d never held onto anything tighter.

He says nothing when he opens the door. Neither do I. He knows.

I linger by the doorway. My legs won't let me step inside.

“You know you can come in, Tashi,” Patrick says. His voice is velvet. He looks at me through hooded lids, his left lip twitching.

“And you know I despise you,” I answer. I mean it.

“Then why are you here?” His lips curve into a mischievous smirk.

I stare at him. Why was I here?

“Get the fuck in, Tashi.”

Without hesitation, as I leaned slightly towards the room, his strong hand wrapped around my wrist—coating my golden bracelet—and pulled me inside. I kicked the door closed with my heel. Reflex. I didn't think about it. I didn't choose to close it, but I did.

I lock eyes with him and raise my arm, still held by his hand.

“I didn’t come here to get assaulted.”

He smiles. His hand slips off my wrist. For a moment, I think I’ve broken him. Made him surrender. Made him Art.

“I think that’s exactly why you came here,” he says matter-of-factly, voice steady and sure.

I push his chest, catching him off guard, but not for long. He steadies himself, unmoved, unwavering.

“See, I know you.”

“You don’t know me,” I spit, more defensively than I intended.

He licks his lips, legs twitching—as if fighting the urge to pounce.

“Art doesn’t give you that feeling. That fire. He never pushes back,” he says, taking slow, taunting steps toward me.

Before I can react, he shoves me hard. I slam into the wooden door with a hollow thump. He stands there, inches from me, looking me up and down. He's challenging me. I can't tell him that that's not why I came, because I know—he knows—that's exactly why I'm here.

So I gather up saliva in my mouth, draw my head back... and I spit in his face. As the spit hits his lips and nose, I see just a moment of hesitation behind his eyes—until pure anger fills his features.

“Wrong move.”

He plunges forward. Before I can feel his hands on me, I feel the air shift from the sudden movement. I don't have time to think before I feel his big, strong hand around my neck. It tightens immediately. I struggle to breathe for a second, but as if he knows the exact moment I'm about to start fighting back, the grip on my neck loosens—and his lips come crashing onto mine.

He kisses me like a man starved, like I'm his last meal. The fight of our tongues is relentless before his other hand finds its way straight to the most sensitive part of my hip, and he digs his fingers into my skin in a clear attempt to hurt me. This distracts me enough for him to push his tongue deeper into my mouth and claim victory in our wordless battle.

I attempt to push him off of me; I'm not surrendering this easily. But just as quickly as I manage to grab him by the collar of his T-shirt, his hands are on my wrists, and he's binding them beside my head on the wall. His grip is bruising. Intentional. I don't think I've ever felt more turned on in my entire life.

“Does Art do this, huh?” he asks me in a breathy voice before lowering his attention to my neck. His lips find my pulse point, and his teeth graze the skin ever so slightly.

Patrick is sloppy in his life—everything he does. He plays tennis like an adolescent who has just broken up with his middle school girlfriend. He talks like a sloppy comedian. He's not precise in much. But the way he finds every single spot on my body that could ever bring me pleasure—suddenly he is the most calculated man on earth. The precision of a brain surgeon.

“Toughen up, huh?” he taunts. Oh, how he taunts me... it's delicious.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Oh, but you love it... you're addicted to it.” He starts again, drawing slow—awfully, painfully slow—lines on my neck with his lips.

“You love the fact that you're at my mercy... with Art it's like, he probably asks for your permission before he cums. Or maybe he fucking begs for it.”

“Not true,” I say, my voice so silent I'm not even sure if he hears it.

Of course, that is the total and complete truth. One time he even asked me—deliberately—if I would call him names, be a powerful woman, make him feel oh-so-powerless. It was fun for a while. It's never a disappointment to see a man on his knees... but it wasn't passionate, it wasn't raw. It was only that, which didn’t satisfy me. Fun.

“Well, I mean, there's no reason to lie. You seriously think I don't know how he sounds when he's begging? The absolutely pathetic little whines he lets out when he doesn't get what he wants.” He whispers this in my ear, drawing out the words and speaking in such a deep voice. And for some fucked-up reason, hearing him admit that he's made my husband beg him causes arousal to pool in my satin panties. I grind my hips on nothing, so slightly, praying that he won't notice.

“I won't beg,” I say, really believing myself when I say it.

“Oh, I'll make you fucking beg.” His knee moves between my legs, pinning me to the wall completely. He keeps it very still—if I want friction, I'm going to have to create it.

I start to grind my hips again, but this time his knee moves away from me, just out of reach. I look at his eyes—his dark, intense eyes—and I see how much he enjoys this.

I'm not going to play his game. I won’t. My lips crash onto his again. I wish that he'll lay me down on the bed and fuck me—without any begging on my part.

“You think I don't know exactly what you're doing?” he laughs, pulling away from me.

“I'm not doing anything.”

“Sure. And I don't have to either. I can leave you standing there, looking oh-so-pathetic, with only your little delicate fingers to help yourself.” He cocks his head to the side, as if to ask me what it is I want to do.

His words cause an involuntary whine to escape my lips. It's too late to wish he didn’t hear it when I see the look on his face.

“Oh, poor Tashi. It's one fucking word. Don’t be stupid.”

Please. That’s what he wants to hear. Me begging for his touch. For something.

“You can go die for all I care,” I say as I move to the door, place my hand on the door handle, and twist it.

“Tashi... please.” I hear a faint voice, almost inaudible, as I'm halfway out the door.

Oh, fuck me. He's in my veins.

I fling the door closed so hard that I can feel the floor shaking. The thunderstorm outside crashes water drops against the thin hotel windows; a couple get in from the agape window. I run back to him and throw him onto the bed with my body weight. I can feel his smile as I bury my face in his neck.

“Guess you do like a man that begs.” He says, with a smug smile painted on his beautiful face.

“Guess you can't make a woman beg.” I say.

He laughs. The sweet velvety sound invades my every sense; it drowns out the couple fighting next door, the raindrops; I can't even feel the burn in my neck anymore from where he choked me.

I bring my manicured hand to his neck and squeeze; I'm not one to leave a score uneven. But it's not long before he turns us around with his body, so he is now on top of me, my hand still on his neck... but it feels almost mocking now.

“Take off your shirt.” He says. And I do.

“You know, I've needed you from the moment that I saw you play that game against Anna Mueller.” He says, looking into my eyes, into my soul.

“Really?”

“Baby, I crave you, and I know you crave me too...” He starts. His sentence travels off when he starts to plant soft kisses along my collarbone, making his way lower until his mouth is on the hem of my shorts.

Softly, he unbuttons them, and pulls them off. His warm hand toys with the hem of my panties for a moment before he slips his finger in through the side and finds the exact spot that I've needed him to touch since I got here.

He draws lazy circles first; slow, calculated, but after I let out a quiet moan, he picks up the pace. His middle finger pushes into me with ease, and I gasp as he curls it, finding my g-spot. I'm getting close, and he knows it—oh, he knows it, because he stops his movements a millisecond before I get my sweet release.

“What the fuck?” I yell, not meaning to be so loud, but who the fuck does that?

“You can't be that naive—one word, that's all I need.”

“You're a psychopath.”

“So are you.”

I move to kiss him again, but he moves away, dodging my kiss. I feel so frustrated, mostly I feel stupid, I should've known.

I just stare at him. He stares at me. He doesn't seem bothered one bit; he only looks at me with just the slightest smirk on his dumb fucking face and his hand still in my panties.

I roll my eyes.

“Please.” I say, ever so quiet.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need you, I fucking need you, Patrick.”

With that, he's ripping my expensive panties in half. He tries to open the button of his jeans, but his movements are too hasty, too... uncalculated.

I flip him over while he's distracted with his jeans and sit on top of him. I help him get the jeans off and quickly guide his—big—tip to my entrance, before he has a chance to protest.

Through the relentless pumping, I manage to get out.

“I hate you. I fucking hate you.”

“You sure fuck like it.” He says, he tries to remain cool, composed, but I see the way his eyes squint, his teeth grind, and his first grabs the sheets.

I can't resist the urge, I mean he did push me against the wall hard, I take my hand off his chest and I slap him—hard. He grins at me, full toothed grin.

“Stupid slut,” He grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head back so hard I let out a guttural scream. But it isn't from pain; it's from the overwhelming wave of an orgasm washing over me like a waterfall. He comes at the same time, letting out moans and grunts, his grip on my hair eases up before he lets me go completely.

I fall on top of him, my hair sticking to my forehead from the sweat and my cheeks burning hot.

“You're a drug, Tashi Duncan.” He says.

“You're an addict.”

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getoslovey · 1 year ago

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Has it always been so cold?

Shivering alone in your bed despite the thick blanket over your body, clutching onto the sheets. The same sheets he used to lay in right beside you, holding you close to his chest as he whispered sweet nothing into your ear, his soft lips often finding yours or any spot on your face, the same face he loved to compliment along with everything else about you, Suguru Geto, a name you will never forget for as long as you live in this hell hole your life has turned into.

"I love you," Suguru used to whisper, his breath warm against your ear as his large hands held you close, rubbing your back gently and so soothingly it always made you sleepy, his presence calmed you down as no other could, Suguru was the only steady thing in the storm you're so used to, the only one who can keep you on you're own two feet.

You loved Suguru, perhaps too much at some point, maybe you still love him too much which would explain the hot tears running down your cheeks as you hugged the pillow that still held a bit of the cologne he used to wear, holding it so close to your body, trying to imagine that it was him.

But he was gone, off on his own path for a dream that seemed impossible to achieve, but Suguru was always determined once he set his mind to something, even if it could kill him.

I love you. I love you, I love you so much.

Your mind was a mess, with thoughts flooding it seemingly with no end to it, he was such a liar "I would never leave you" Suguru said once after cuddling with you as he did each night, but he did, didn't he? He left to fulfill his new goal, a new future for sorcerers, a world where normal humans didn't exist, gone from this earth. Such a stupid goal.

"Hm? It's okay, sweetheart, I already ate this morning" Suguru would brush you off with an easy smile on his lips, God, how did you never notice? His tired eyes, his posture dropping, his smile never reaching his eyes, and how he pulled away from everyone, even you. The nightly cuddles became less before Suguru would only sleep in his dorm, texting became less and so did speaking to one another.

And before you knew it, Suguru became a stranger to you, a stranger you knew like the back of your hand, a stranger that held your heart so tightly in his clutches. The day Suguru left, a part of you left with him, something you will never get back.

A choked sob escaped you, trying to pull the pillow impossibly closer to your body but it could never replace him or the warmth his frame radiated.

"I want to get married someday," "Oh yeah?" Suguru chuckled. "Yeah, I want to marry you!" You replied with a warm smile as you played with a few strands of his long hair, the hair tie on the bedside table "Quite forward of you, don't you think honey?" Suguru teased with a grin on his soft lips before he stole a kiss from you "Alright then, how about this... I'll marry you once we graduate" Suguru spoke, his sharp eyes holding nothing but utter love, he meant every word, he'd marry you one day.

Such a sweet yet painful memory, but that's all you lived off the past months as you slept in this cold bed.

(I wrote this at midnight and English isn't my first language so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes)

#geto x reader #geto suguru #jjk #suguru x reader #angst #jjk x reader #geto suguru x reader

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msoliviaswift · 7 months ago

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i cannot stop thinking about how good of a choice the long live x new year's day x the manuscript mashup was!!!!! it was the perfect ending for the eras tour, her career and everything that she has gone through during these last two years. it's absolutely the eras tour coded. it's like a whole new song with a whole new meaning. and the way she played with the lyrics in order to create this new story for her, for us 💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤🩷🩶🤎💙🤍

sorry if i make any mistakes, english is not my first language!

I said remember this moment in the back of my mind. The time we stood with our shaking hands, the crowds in stands went wild. We were the kings and the queens, and they read off our names. It was the end of an era but the start of an age. You held your head like a hero on a history book page. I was screaming, "Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you". I was screaming, "Long live all the magic we made" and bring on all the pretenders. One day we will be remembered.

while watching the grainy livestream i couldn't stop thinking about how she would probably be thinking about that show being the last one, about that song being the last one, about that dance move being the last one. she's telling herself: remember this. be present. enjoy it for one last time. while us, the crowd, went wild for another night. she, the queen, whose name has been read all over the world for two years. it was the end of an era!!!! and a new one is beginning. she and us, we crashed through the walls and the kingdom lights, the stadiums were she played all over the world, they shined for us. every night, during that 3.5 hours we made magic together. because the eras tour has been truly magical. this tour and Taylor Swift will always be remembered.

There's glitter on the floor after the party. Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby. Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor. You and me from the night before. But, don't read the last page. But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away. I want your midnights. But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day.

this part is SO ERAS TOUR CODED. the glitter is the confetti at the end of karma. the girls carying their shoes are the girls leaving the stadium probably with their cowboy boots on their hands. it's the end of a show. when everyone is leaving and all we have left is the memories we created together. don't read the last page, there are a lot more pages to be read, a lot more tours to attend to. this isn't over. she will be there for us, when we feel lost, even if she's feeling scared. she has proved that. she was there for us during one of her worst times in her life. and she did get my midnights, especially during this last show which started at 5 am in Spain. she owns our midnights now.

And the years passed like scenes of a show. The Professor said to write what you know. Lookin' backwards might be the only way to move forward. Then the actors were hitting their marks. And the slow dance was alight with the sparks. And the tears fell in synchronicity with the score. And at last she knew what the agony had been for.

this part. my god. after everything she has gone through her life and her career, this is what she has learnt. she's sharing with us the lessons she has learnt while growing up. she made peace with her past and now is able to continue with her life. and beautiful things came out of the hard times, but she now understands.

Hold on to spinning around. Confetti falls to the ground. May these memories break our fall.

the eras tour has allowed us to feel like little kids again by making and sharing friendship bracelets and dancing to the songs we used to listen to when we were younger. and the confetti again!!!! these memories are always going to be there when we need them the most.

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere. Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.

even after everything she has accomplished she still fears we will someday forget her.

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you. Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you. Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you.

the only thing we have left from the eras tour are these 2 years of memories.

Long live the walls we crashed through. How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you. Long live all the magic we made. And bring on all the pretenders. Cause one day we will be remembered.

it's such a beautiful conclusion of what the eras tour has been.

The only thing that's left is the manuscript. One last souvenir from my trip to your shores. Now and then I reread the manuscript. But the story isn't mine anymore.

and this is her conclusion. the only thing left is the music she has shared with us. one last souvenir from the eras tour around the world, her trip to our shores. by performing these songs, by creating new ones in the acoustic set, by releasing new albums and rerecordings, she has shared her story with us. she has also created a new story during the eras tour and we are part of that story.

@taylorswift @taylornation

#taylorswift #the eras tour

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ao3feed-erasermic · 1 year ago

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Crossiders

Use the related link post to read Crossiders on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55592395 by Moooth_ (Calypso_IsACardboard) Katsuki can’t go anywhere without seeing him. Everywhere he looks, in every mirror, every glass, every puddle… The same green eyes stare back at him. His “other half”, apparently. And he wouldn’t care about whoever was on the other side, if it wasn’t for the little shit being quirkless, and by extension making Katsuki's wrong! How is he supposed to be the number 1 hero if his quirk doesn't even work properly?! But then, Izuku Midoriya comes through the mirror, and everything changes. Where Katsuki saw insignifiant heroes before, he now saw a blessing, the chance of being able to feel safe, when other places in this world - or parallel ones to us, for that matters - don't even have this chance. And he can now feel the looming evil in the shadows, ready to tear society apart at the first opportunity... A burden too heavy for young children like him. But Izuku is at his side, and together, they'll be invincible. Words: 5398, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The mirror's parallels universe Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Amajiki Tamaki, Toogata Mirio, Yaoyorozu Momo, Shinsou Hitoshi, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Toga Himiko, Hagakure Tooru, Jirou Kyouka, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Melissa Shield, Utsushimi Camie, Past One For All Users (My Hero Academia), Eri (My Hero Academia), Kayama Nemuri | Midnight Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka & Midoriya Izuku, Hagakure Tooru & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Kirishima Eijirou/Todoroki Shouto, Melissa Shield/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu & Jirou Kyouka, Ashido Mina & Intelli Saiko, Kaminari Denki/Uraraka Ochako Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Compliant, Slow Burn, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Vigilante Bakugou Katsuki, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Sentient One For All Quirk (My Hero Academia), Past One For All Users as Family (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Midoriya Izuku Swears, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Strategist Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, He's still his old angry self but his development changes a lot from canon, The mirror has two sides and those are parallel dimensions, Quirk Discrimination (My Hero Academia), Hagakure has so much plot relevance here she becomes visible, endeavor a+ parenting, Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, All Might isn't the best teacher but at least he tries, No beta we die like Stars and Stripes (sorry girl), Tagging is a nightmare and I'm so glad it's finally over, It looks like Katsuki is quirkless but he's not exactly Use the related link post to read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55592395

#ao3feed #erasermic #eraserhead #present mic #aizawa #yamada #mha #bnha #Crossiders

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vioartemis · 2 years ago

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I love her so much...

(Jenna Ortega x fem! reader)

Summary: After she comes home late in the night, Jenna and you have a fight Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 2 [au] Request is here :)) Warnings: angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

You had been Jenna's girlfriend for almost two years, but lately, your relationship wasn't at its best. Rather at its worse actually. She had been ignoring you lately, and it was starting to be difficult to deal with.

You were alone at your shared appartement, in tears, when the doorbell rang. You got up shakily and made your way to the door, opening it for the girl behind it.

"Hey..." she said

"Hey..." you replied

You stepped to the side so she could enter, but quickly broke down in her arms.

"I don't know what to do Emma... I can't... I can't do this anymore..."

The girl held you close and rubbed your back, before leading you to the couch where you could both sit.

"I know, I understand... Maybe..." she bit her lip

"What...?"

"If you wait for her to come home you could talk, get things straight..."

"I don't even know if she will come home tonight..."

"It's okay, I'm sure she will... I'll stay with you until then if you want..."

"Yes please..."

Time passed by, and quickly it was 2am.

As you were still crying in Emma's arms, you heard the door of your appartement open, followed by footsteps. Jenna was home. Finally.

She entered the room, putting her keys back in her bag, and froze and she saw you.

"Where the fuck where you?" you asked

"Are you cheating on me?"

You couldn't believe your ears. Did she really asked that?

"I should probably go..." Emma said, getting up

"No, stay" you tell her, before turning to your girlfriend "You're seriously asking me if I am cheating on you?"

To everyone's surprise, you let out a laugh.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. You've been ignoring me for weeks, and I am the one who's cheating? You get up so early and come back so late I don't even see you anymore! And when you don't you spend all your time with Percy! "

"I'm sick of your jealousy Y/n! I told you there's nothing between Percy and I-"

"I know!" you cut her off "But you spend all your time with him! It's like I don't exist anymore! Do you even care about me? About us?"

"Of course I do!"

"Okay then. What day is it?"

"What? I don't know the... the 4th of July?"

"And?"

"And what?"

"What. Day. Is. It?" you repeated, throat tight

She stayed silent. You could tell she was thinking hard. Which hurt you even more.

"I- I don't know, Y/n."

You chuckled, whipping the tears in your eyes with shaky hands. You wanted to believe she would remember. You wanted to believe you were important to her. She just crushed all your hopes.

"It's our anniversary, Jenna. Was our anniversary, considering that it's 2am now. You really do care a lot, huh?"

You watched as realization hit her. Maybe she did care a little after all.

"So you spent our anniversary with Emma?"

Or not.

"Don't try to turn the situation around. I spent all day waiting for you. I had everything planned. I thought we would finally be able to be together and talk about us." you felt your anger rising "I called you 27 times. 27 fucking times Jenna. You never picked up, not once. I texted you too. Still no answer. So yes, I called Emma. It was already past midnight. I called her once, and guess what? She answered and came, even at that time."

You had to take a deep breath to prevent tears from rolling down your cheeks.

"Y/n I'm sorry I was-"

"With Percy? Figured that out."

"No it's not-"

"Jesus, Jenna! Stop trying to find excuses! Stop pretending that you care about us! You didn't even remember it was our anniversary!"

"Of course I care I- there's just... a lot going on right now... But I love you Y/n..."

You couldn't help another chuckle to escape your throat.

"No, you don't love me! You ignore my calls, my texts, you don't kiss me anymore, you don't talk to me anymore, you don't even look at me anymore! How can you say you love me when you do all that...?"

"I do! I- I love you I-"

"If you really loved me you would've picked up. Read my texts. Answered me in any way. But you didn't, Jenna. You left me alone on the day of our anniversary, crying all the tears in my body when I understood you wouldn't come."

"But I didn't know! If I knew you were crying I would've-"

"Of course you didn't know. How would you know, considering you barely say hello to me these days? And what would you have done? Taking me in your arms, telling me everything would be okay, even though we both know it's not true?"

"N-no I- I would've... I would've..."

She too had tears in her eyes now. She was hurt, and it only made things worst for you. But you had to. You couldn't continue living like this.

"It's too late, Jenna. I- I can't..."

"What...?"

"I can't keep up doing this." you took another deep breath, fist clenched hard "It's over, Jenna."

It hurt you to do this, but she didn't leave you any other choice. This relationship had become toxic, and for your own good, you had to end it.

"What...?" she repeated "N-no Y/n wait..."

You took a little box out of your pocket and threw it at her. She caught it, confused.

"Here, your anniversary gift."

You then walked past her, to the door.

"What are you doing...?" the brunette asked, her voice trembling

"I'm leaving." you had to make an insane effort not to cry "I'll be back tomorrow to pack my things."

You didn't wait for an answer and got out of the appartement, Emma following you.

Deep down, you hoped she would burst out of the flat and follow you, try to hold you back, do anything that could prove she still loved you. But she didn't.

You arrived on the sidewalk without anyone to stop you. That did it for you.

You broke down again, in the middle of the street, letting all the tears flood down your cheeks, all the sadness, the pain, out. Your heart was in million pieces.

And again, Emma took you in her arms, patting your back gently.

Jenna didn't move from her previous position, in the middle of your living room. She was devastated, tears rolling down her cheeks. She never meant to push you away. She felt like she had ruined everything. And it was the truth. She did.

She wanted to run after you, tell you she was sorry, tell you she would try to be better, to be more here, anything that could make you come back. But her legs weren't working. No matter how hard she tried to move, she couldn't.

Her own incapacity to do anything only made her cry more. With a cry, she finally managed to move and stumbled to the window.

And what she saw really broke her.

You, in Emma's arms, again. You were crying, again, because of her.

She loved you, she really did. But all she did was hurting you lately. She didn't deserve you. You didn't deserve to be with someone like her.

Maybe it was better if she didn't try to hold you back...

You wanted to run back to her, hold her tight, kiss her, tell her you didn't mean it, tell her you loved her... But you couldn't. It was simply not good for you.

Your cries only intensified at the thought.

"Y/n..."

"I love her so much..." you cried out, voice hoarse from crying

"I know... I know..."

[Next part] || [Next part [au]]

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem reader

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copperbadge · 2 years ago

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I am here in Rome!

Took a little longer than anticipated to get to my lodgings last night -- for one, I almost got off at Rome Airport instead of Rome Termini, but I caught that in time. Once we disembarked at Termini, which is the major train station and a bus hub, I was supposed to go catch my bus, but it took a hot minute because the first thing I saw happen in Rome was someone getting their phone snatched.

It was insanely fast and too far away for me to intervene -- the guy basically walked up to the woman at the next bus island over, said something, and then when she looked up from her phone at him he grabbed it and bolted like an olympic fuckin' sprinter.

There were quite a few police in the bus hub, so she had immediate attention for it, and unfortunately as the nearest human facing that direction so did I. At least one went haring off after the thief, a couple clustered around her, and two stopped and asked me something in Italian. My Italian is not quite as nonexistent as my French so I said sorry, I'm American, English only, and they looked (as everyone has) faintly exasperated, but one of them had enough English and I had enough Italian to confirm that yes I saw it, the man looked like this. During which time a woman who apparently saw the commotion but not the theft rocked up to the guys questioning me and fucking lit into them.

I don't know what all she said but she definitely was at least yelling that there were five of them and they were standing around like idiots while this woman got robbed, so of course now the cop that doesn't speak English is trying to deal with her, and the one who does is trying to clarify some stuff with me, and the woman whose phone was stolen (who clearly isn't Italian but spoke the language) is like, crying on the cops helping her out, and it's midnight.

So finally I could SEE my bus coming, and I said to the officer, look, I'm really sorry about her phone but I can't help you more than I have, I'll be in Rome until Monday morning, can I just give you my cell number? And he took my number down and let me get on the bus and the driver gave me a Deeply Unimpressed Look but I did bop my card for fare so he took me, eventually, to my new home in Rome, which is in the base of a medieval tower and has a door 2/3 the width of a normal door, so that was fun.

Crucially it also has a large, soft bed and a washer-dryer, so I put a load of laundry in at like half past midnight and then passed the fuck out. But now I have clean clothes and at least some sleep under my belt, and I'm known to the Police of Rome, for whatever that means.

I'm off this morning to see some sights while wearing clean warm underwear, and I still have my phone, so my day's starting out pretty OK.

#sam travels #the cheese tour #rome #crime #police #lord that lady was pissed about something

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queenvidal · 3 years ago

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No Means Yes

Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)

(Not my gif - found it on pinterest. If it's urs, contact me for proper credit)

Chapter 1: Blessing In Disguise

Chapter Summary: After receaving a severe injury during one of your usual scouting trips, you get tied down in Alexandria to recover. The rift between you and you father grows larger but you can barly focus on that when someone else is demanding your attention.

Wordcount: 2633

Era: Season 7 - Part 2 of the The One And Only Series -

Note: I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or wrong spellings, English isn't my first language.

Chapter Index: Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

This is such a waste of time, you think to yourself as you look at the map in front of you. It’s already way past midnight and all you want to do is to catch some much needed sleep. Your group met up in your kitchen, fighting over where to go for the next runs and while you are the town's scout, your opinion seems to matter little to nothing to your father.

There is not enough food left for much longer, leaving the town's scavengers with the task of figuring out where to go next and to add some more pressure does the next run have to be a guaranteed success, or your people will either starve or someone will get a meet and greet with Lucille.

After the talk you had with Negan, he gave your father two weeks to find enough food. But one week is already over and because of your failure two days ago there is almost nothing left, not in the pantry, not in the sewers.

Rick is leaning above the kitchen table with his hands, his jaw tense in concentration. Daryl is nibbling at his thumb, Sasha and Rosita sitting at the table in silence and Michonne is pacing back and forth.

A large map of Virginia is spread out across the table with several pin needles used as markers. You look at a red one that’s sticking out of Lexington. You’ve been there on your last trip. A passing herd of walkers forced you to crash in there for the night. While on the run from the walkers, careful not to get detected, you had no choice but to take shelter in a motel that was probably already run-down before the apocalypse.

When you inspected the room you ran into, you noticed a hole in the floor and before you could react the complete floor gave in and you fell two stories down. After the dust settled, you crawled out of the rubble agonizingly slow, every fiber of your body hurt like hell. Your lungs burned with every breath you took and moving made you want to cry out in pain.

The fact that you survived the fall at all was nothing short but a miracle.

But you couldn't rejoice at your luck for long, attracted by the noise, the horde slowly moved towards the motel and you heard the moaning soon after you managed to pull yourself into a standing position. The two bags you had with you were still in the rubble, but once you leaned down to grab them the pain got overwhelming. The walkers got closer and eventually you climbed out of a window, groaning out in pain as you squeezed yourself through it and started running again a few streets back to your car, leaving the loot behind.

“No, that’s too dangerous.” Your father finally says from his side on the table, running a hand through his hair.

You roll your eyes in annoyance. “There are two already packed up bags. We just have to get in and grab them.”

“No.” He insists in a harsher tone this time. “You could have died, Y/N.”

“Yeah, so what? The floor already came down, it’s not like it will do that again.”

“We’ll pick ‘em up.” Daryl quietly announces. “When we head for Richwood, it’s practically on the way, might as well go grab ‘em.”

Finally some progress! You look back at Daryl and suggest, “I can draw you a map, the window should be large enough for Sasha to fit through.”

“Sounds good to me,” the other woman says.

“Fine,” Rick agrees, though not whole-heartedly. “Now we have to make a plan for team C.”

You voted for walking among the dead again but was quickly shut down by Michonne. The groups are too weak for that and although you agree, you don’t see any other way around it, since every other suggestion of yours was denied. Still you try, “There is still Hanover in Pennsylvania.”

“No.” Rick quickly turns you down, leaning down on the table again. “That's too far out, we can’t be gone for that long.”

You shake your head in response, at this pace you guys will be still sitting here at sunrise. “It’s the only area I haven’t been to so far, Dad-”

“And that’s the problem.” He sighs. “We can’t drive out to other states if we don’t know what we are dealing with."

“But we do know what we're gonna deal with if we don’t move out soon,” you state divisively. Just because Negan took a liking in you, doesn’t mean he won’t go hard on you and your people if the once steady flow of supplies keeps dwindling.

“I have to go with Y/N here, Rick.” Rosita breaks her silence. “We have scavenged pretty much every spot that was worth looking at.”

Daryl nods at a yellow pin in West Virginia, “When we went to Charleston, there were still places that were too overrun for us to look at, we could try that again.”

Michonne shakes her head, “We already said that we’re not fit enough to walk among.”

“You said that. I'm still down for it" You say with a wave of your hand. "It’s not like we have a choice really.”

Michonne's eyes don’t even leave the map when she reminds you, “You are not down for anything for the next two months, Y/N.”

Another eye roll, at this point you wouldn't be surprised if they got stuck in the back of your head one day. But unfortunately Michone is right, you can barely sit straight. At first you thought you might got yourself some broken ribs but to your surprise it seems like you’ve only bruised them, but that doesn’t mean it doesn't hurt like fucking hell.

Rick pinches the bridge of his nose, the stress is clearly taking a toll on him. No food, you barely escaping certain death and now being one scavenger short due to your injuries. Negan's deadline is just the cherry on top. “How much is still in the sewers?”

“Nothing.” You almost whisper and everyone looks up to meet your eyes as if they misheard you. “We have enough food for about six more days, eleven if we cut down rations again.”

"Goddammit," Rick sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair again.

“Y/N knows the area better than any of us.” Sasha points out softly. “We should at least consider her ideas, despite the possible dangers, Rick.”

You smile at that. It's so rare to hear a word of validation and it makes you happy every time with pride swelling in your chest. Finally Rick lets his hand drop to his side, looking back at the map again. “Okay, Y/N. We have team C and A, give us a direction.”

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The fresh winter cold is seeping through the closed windows of Alexandria's infirmary. As usual around this time you are at work, studying medical journals and books you found on your last scouting trip that wasn’t a total failure.

The Saviors can be heard working outside but you pay them and their noise no mind. It’s been your fathers idea to keep you out of their sight and it was one of the rare occasions the two of you agreed on something.

You didn’t tell anybody about Negan's talk about the food situation and of course not about the offer to become a Savior yourself. Somehow you had the feeling mentioning that to your father or to anyone else really would only cause more drama and you and the town really don’t need more of that.

But the offer never really left your head. Even though you have absolutely no desire in participating in their bloodlusting and brutal ways, it still feels good to at least have a plan B if you and the town fall out again. Everything would be better than being on your own again, while manageable it never was pleasant.

It should be wrong to even consider the offer, shouldn’t it? You saw the Saviors taking pleasure in hunting you and your friends down, killing you and you have been there at the clearing, you saw Ab and Glenn die.

But you also saw Negan, the head of the Saviors no less, actually care about you, you wouldn’t have got the opportunity otherwise. You still remember how worried he looked when Michael attacked you and how pissed he was when he learned you were not eating.

He could have killed you at the clearing but he didn’t. He could have let Michael finish you but he didn’t. He could have let your cut get infected but he didn't. He could have killed you for disobedience but he didn't.

Instead, he offered you to join him.

Goddamn, Y/N, concentrate! The voice in your head admonishes you. You try to get your constantly wandering mind back to your task.

While reading about the cuff & collar technique, you’re subconsciously warming your hands on the cup in front of you. Carl brought you breakfast about half an hour ago, stale and tasteless oats soaked in hot water. The food quality declined steadily, with the Saviors always taking the best findings and with not enough supplies to hide, there is nothing good left for you and your people.

But you don’t complain. It may not be very tasty nor nutritious, but it will keep the hunger away and at this point, you are grateful for even still being able to eat at all. Though that doesn’t mean it comes easy to you. Afraid of eventually running out of food again, you still kept purposefully missing the food distribution in the mornings. Carl noticed, he always does and so he brought you your ration for the morning, said eating only in the evening on the wall during your guard shifts won’t be enough for you. And he was right. You took every nightshift for the last weeks, getting weaker and less concentrated with every passing day you skipped meals.

You take a spoon full of oats and force them down with an audible glumb. Damn, you would kill for a burger right now. Suddenly you hear the door open, but you don’t bother to look up. Annoyed, you grumble, “I am eating, Carl. Leave me alone.”

“I’ll let him know, if I see him.”

Oh shit. The all too familiar voice of the man that's been plaguing your mind for months now makes your head snap up. "Negan, sorry.” Heat settles on your cheeks, you didn’t mean to be rude. “Thought it’s one of Carl's control check ups.”

“Nope.” Negan closes the door behind him, “Just one of mine.”

The head of the Saviors saunters further into the room until he reaches the old cot to lean against it, Lucille casually hanging at his side. “Why would your brother need to do control check ups on you?”

You look into your still steaming mug, suddenly feeling quite self-conscious about it. “He… he just wants to ensure I don’t forget to eat, that's all.”

“Still not eating, sunshine?” He asks with a mixture of concern and annoyance in his tone.

The heat on your face only intessevies at the nickname. “Not much. Got caught this morning.”

He rolls his eyes at you and asks, “Shouldn’t there be enough food? I’ve told the fat lady to tell my guys how much you need.”

You furrow your brows at how he addresses Olivia. He really is a dick sometimes. But you ignore his nasty remark in order to continue on with the conversation “Well, yeah.” You poke the mush in your mug with the spoon, unwilling to meet Negan's eyes. “But it’s kind of my fault we have to cut down the rations again.”

Negan frowns at you. “How so?”

You let go of your mug and finally look at him to tell him what has happened on the last run, the walkers, the motel, the lost loot. “All teams are out now and won't be back until the end of the deadline next week.”

During your story his eyebrows rose expentionaly. “Shit, doll. Not me complaining here, but how are you still in one piece?”

You shrug your shoulders and regret that immediately when sharp pain's shooting right through your torso. The complete left side of you hurts at your every move and your ribs are in all shades of black and blue. You took a few painkillers this morning, but it's been only able to slightly dull the pain.

“My luck still hasn’t run out, I guess,” you joke lightly. “But I’ll be out of order for at least six weeks, if not eight. Ribs tend to heal slowly and the pain keeps me from working, anyway. Just sitting down here was close to turture.”

Negan noods towards the cupboard you store the potent meds in. “Shouldn’t you have some stuff still in stock?”

“Yeah, but at this point all I’ve got is as effective as a TicTac. I actually need opioids.”

“Well, I don’t have opioids on me, but maybe something else to relieve the pain.” He says suggestively, with a small smile on his face. “Got time?”

“Of course,” you say, emphasizing it by closing your book.

With a smile on his lips, Negan fetches the roller stool to sit down across from you at your desk. He zips down his signature leather jacket and fumbles for something in his inside pockets. The clincking of glas makes you crook an eyebrow. He smiles from ear to ear when placing down two bottles of beer.

Your eyes land on their label but you don’t recognise them. Bewildered, you ask him, “Wait, did you bring those with you?”

“Sure did.” His smile doesn’t falter.

What the hell, why would he do that, you wonder but don’t know how to ask him without sounding ungrateful. With a faint smile on your face you go for, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Negan chuckles at that and opens up the bottles with his combat knife. “Figured we should get to know each other, considering we’ll be working together in the future.” Once open, he hands you one of them and you take it without your eyes leaving his.

Both of you take a sip before you remind him, “I mean I’d be stupid to say no to a good beer, but I did say no to your offer, Negan.”

He just shrugs his shoulders. “For now, sure. But the offer is still on the table.”

You can’t help but smile at his presistens. “Are you trying to wear me down with your personal beverages?”

“Pretty and intelligent,” he chuckles and it throws you back to a memory that seems to be years old. When he was in your infirmary for the first time and said exactly that. You still remember how nervous and actually scared you were of him. But now, months and several talks later, both feelings slowly got silent. But you are still weary of your words around him, it’s still Negan who you are talking to after all.

He keeps smiling his wolfish grin at you. “Can’t blame a man for trying.”

“Fine by me.” And you would be lying if you’d said you don't like the attention. Negan's attention. You take another sip from the beer before asking in a teasing tone. “Alright, what would you like to know, boss?”

The bright smile he’s casting you in response to that is enough to bring a warm blush on your face again. What the hell are you doing, you ask yourself in a clear moment but quickly decide to ignore the voice in your head.

This could be interesting.

Chapter Index: Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

#The Walking Dead #negan smith #negan x oc #twd negan #negan #negan x reader #negan / reader #rick grimes #carl grimes #michonne #daryl #daryl dixon #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #twd #twd fanfiction

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alltoowsll · 3 years ago

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omg I love love love your most recent edit so much!🖤 do you think you'd consider doing a short tutorial on how you made it? specifically the last gif where the background sort of fades in and the words also fade in.

omg thank you so much this means a lot :’))), i’m really not good at doing tutorials because i suck at explaining myself, but i’ll try telling you the way i did it and hope it helps! (also english isn't my first language so i'm sorry if i make any mistake)

so i like to first do the text effect before doing the gif behind

open photoshop, file > new, these are my settings:

2. i like to add a color fill layer next, use black color

3. i’m gonna write the text first. I used Helvetica (I don’t exactly remember the settings i used, since i didn’t save it) so hope this helps:

BY THE WAY, i have to mention that my photoshop and in general my laptop sometimes suck. So 6.5 is big for me, but it’s possible that might be too little for you. Just adjust it the way you like it.

anyways, now that you have your text i like to do a copy of the text > Control + J.

then, rasterize the layer. (right click on your mouse)

5. at this point you should have your timeline opened, then click create video timeline, you should click right here on the three dots (convert to frame animation)

OK SO BEFORE YOU DO ANYTHING ELSE, i forgot to mention but you need to cut each letter, just like this:

now that everything is in order, go to your timeline and click

when i first made the original gif there were around 253 layers (it was long asf) but had to cut it because it was over 10mb. once you duplicated the original frame, it's gonna look like this:

Select the first layer and then lower the opacity to 10%

second layer - 20%

3rd - 20% (start with the 2nd letter, first layer 10%)

4th - 40% (2nd letter, first layer 20%) (third letter, 10%)

5 - 60% (second letter, 40%) (third letter, 20%) (4th letter 10%)

6 - 80% (second letter, 60%) (third letter, 40%) (4th letter 20%) (5th letter 10%)

7 - 100% (second letter, 80%) (third letter, 60%) (4th letter 40%) (5th letter 20%)

8. (second letter, 100%) (third letter, 80%) (4th letter 60%) (5th letter 40%)

9. (third letter, 100%) (4th letter 80%) (5th letter 60%)

it's gonna look like this:

i know its confusing so i'm sorry if i'm not explaining myself well:(

and you will have to do the same process with the whole text.

for the background fading i used this gif overlay:

open it, then on each layer apply this settings:

filter > blur > motion blur

duplicate each layer until it matches the ones of your original gif. let's say, you have 180 layers, make 180 layers.

to copy and paste on your original gif just do this:

Control + G > layer mode- screen

and that's all i did!

sorry if i made this more confusing than i should've, it's almost midnight hfdsjakdh if you want me to explain it more let me know and i will try to make instead a video doing step by step!

#redtherecord #ps asks #answered #nice people #ps tutorial

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chidori-mint · 5 years ago

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Undercover Mission [Obito Uchiha x Reader]

Pairing: Obito Uchiha x Reader

Warnings: Just angst and FLUFF, swear words

WC: 3.6k

A/N: This is my contribution for the first server collab of Konoha Simps. The theme used was Fireworks. They said that fireworks symbolizes the release of suppressed feelings. A huge thanks to my amazing wifey, @bakubabes-hatake for always, always motivating me to write.😘 This song inspired me to write this piece. Find all the wonderful works here! Apology in advance, English isn't my first language but I do hope you enjoy this one! ❤

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You can't help but stare at his smile. This man, the one and only man, who can give you this weird feeling, a blissful feeling whenever you're together. This inexplicable joy when he's around. The feeling of love and contentment.

You feel your heart racing as he leans closer to you.

"Obito... I --"

"Y/n?"

That shivering feeling when he uttered your name.

"Y/N?!" You woke up from the loud knock from your door. You knew that voice. Another knock and it made you jump from your bed.

"Y/nnnnnn?! It's me!" Someone hollered outside your door.

With sleepy eyes, you dragged yourself out of the bed to answer the door. The man's eyes grew wide seeing you in your sleep wear -- a white tank top that hugs your perfect curves matched with black tight shorts.

Rubbing your eyes, you asked him "Obito? What are you doing here?"

"Y-you wear that to sleep?!" he stammered as his eyes were still glued at you as you noticed him shaking and sweaty.

"Uhh. Yeah?" you wondered and yawned.

He turned to look away, but his blushing cheeks are still evident.

"Uh, I-I see. Uhm. B-bakashi asked us to meet him in the Hokage's office." stuttering as he kept his eyes away from you.

"Oh, did he say why?" The three of you have been best friends since you can remember. So this is new to you, knowing Kakashi, he hates early morning meetings.

"He just said that it's important. So we gotta head there now, Y/n." He gave a half-smile as he threw his arms to the back of his head.

"You wanna come in while you wait for me?"

He blushed again at your question, "Uhm, you sure it's okay?"

You nodded as you let him in your apartment. "I'm gonna make us coffee, please make yourself comfortable."

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You entered the Hokage's office and both of you were surprised to see that Kakashi was already waiting at this early hour.

"Sorry for the short notice, but I have a mission for the two of you," he said as he tucked his hands in his pockets.

"Mission? You, idiot! Did they officially make you the sixth Hokage for you to give out missions?!" Obito complained.

"Obito, I am already the sixth Hokage. The Recognition day is just for formality." Kakashi boasted, he really knows how to annoy his best friend. "And anyway this mission is urgent." He declared.

"What kind of mission?" you ask.

Kakashi crossed his arms as he leaned on the desk, "An ancient Scroll of Seals was stolen from the Kazekage. Gaara specifically asked for a skilled shinobi from our village, and he believes that it was an inside job. They already have a suspect actually." He explained.

"You have to go undercover. You can't let anyone recognize you as shinobis." He handed out a brown envelope and Obito took it. "The details about the suspect are all there. Oh, and by the way, you have to go to the Sand Village and act as civilians, more specifically, as husband and wife."

"AS WHAT?!" you both yelled in unison.

"Kakashi, is there a specific reason why we need to go undercover as husband and wife?!" you blurted.

"Y/n's right!" Obito objected, but as you turned to look at him, you noticed him blushing again. "I mean -- we can go as normal civilians, r-right?"

"The Kazekage and three of us are the only ones who are aware of this mission. You can’t speak about this to anyone. He can't seem to trust his subordinates. We still don't know if the suspect works alone or if he has allies within their village. If you go there as a married couple, it'll be less suspicious."

"You idiot --"

"It's okay, Obito. Kakashi's right." You cut him. "I just hope we can make it back before your recognition day."

"Y/n, are you sure you're okay with this?" Obito implored.

"Obito, we've done thousands of deadly missions before." You smiled at him. Yes, you did missions with Obito and Kakashi. This is just a retrieval mission. This is nothing compared to the missions given by the previous Hokages. But this one is different.

"You can go start packing now if you wanna be back before the recognition day. I want my best friends to be with me on that special day. After all, I'm the Hokage. Right, Obito?" He bragged.

"Whatever you say, you idiot." Obito retorted, "Let's get going, y/n."

"Hey uhm, you go, I still have questions regarding the mission. I'll meet you at the gates?" you asked.

"Oh, okay. I'll meet you there." Obito slowly walked out of the room. You turned to Kakashi as the door shut.

"Kakashi. What was that?" You sounded worried and anxious.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" He walked around the large wooden desk. He turned his swiveling chair and sat lazily on it.

"You know, you can count on me on S rank missions, right? But this? This is just a simple retrieval mission! Why don't you send someone else? Why does it have to be Obito and me? And are you serious with that married couple bullshit?"

Kakashi sighed as you bugged him with your questions.

"You just told Obito you were okay with it, didn't you?"

"I only agreed because I don't want him to think I'm not comfortable doing this with him!" You snapped.

"It's just a cover, y/n. What could possibly go wrong? As you said, this is just a simple mission."

"This is far different from the missions I’ve handled before. You know what could happen if I go on this mission with him! I can't keep pretending, Kakashi. These feelings I have just get stronger every goddamn day." You sighed.

"Then why don't you just tell him the truth?" He asked.

"You think that's easy?" He doesn't understand.

You give up. You can never win against Kakashi. "Nevermind. See you when I get back."

You headed to the door and left him.

As you walk home, you try to convince yourself that everything will be just fine. As you reach your apartment, you gather all your essentials.

"Two days tops. Finish the job in two days. Then that's it!" you thought.

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Your journey to the Sand Village was rather quiet. You are not used to this. Obito is usually cheerful, loud, and always giving random compliments about you. But today, he didn't even utter a single word to you. As you reach the Sand Village at past midnight, you both try to look for a place to settle in for the night. You entered an old looking inn and let Obito do the inquiry. Your legs feel numb, your shoulders stiff, you’ve been leaping from tree to tree the whole day. And as you reach the outskirts of the Sand Village, you change from your ninja uniforms to civilian outfits and Obito did the same. He has been awkwardly quiet the whole time.

“We only have one vacant room left, are you going to take it?” asked the young lady from the front desk.

“As long as it has two beds, we’ll take it,” you said, your exhaustion painted in your face.

“I’m sorry, maam but the room has only one bed.” The lady smiled at Obito and it made your eyes narrowed at the young lady.

Unexpectedly, you felt his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, “Doll, it’s okay, there’s no need for two beds.” he whispered in your ear. He's so close you can feel his warm breath on your cheeks. He gave out a chuckle.

You forgot you were still undercover, “Oh yes, so silly of me. Miss, we’ll take the room.”

“Okay, then. Please enjoy your stay!” She handed the room keys.

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Obito unlocked the door and turned the knob. You followed him as he entered your shared room. You stared at the bed.

“It’s okay, y/n you can take the bed. I can sleep on the floor.” His voice was tight and serious. You study him as he drops his bag on the floor. You felt the cold rush of the wind blowing as he opened the windows. He has been giving you the silent treatment, you so decided to break the ice.

"Obito. Is there something wrong? You've been awfully quiet since we left the village. Are you okay?" You approached him.

"Wrong? No Y/n, nothing's wrong" He denied.

"I'm your best friend. You can't lie to me. I know something's bothering you." You insisted.

"Best friend, huh? Of course. I'm just your best friend. That's why you have the guts to lie to my face. I heard you and Kakashi." He ruled as he turned to face you.

His words shocked you, freezing your body in place. You swallow the building lump in your throat as you pressed your lips together. There's no more point in lying. He knew it. He knew everything.

"Obito, I've been meaning to tell you. Believe me. I have always loved --"

"Just save it, Y/n, please. Let's just get it over with this mission." He walked towards the door.

"I thought you --"

"Well, you thought wrong, princess." He slammed the door shut. Leaving you alone in the dark room.

Tears start to pool in your eyes, your chest feels heavy, it's like the air has been sucked out of the room. Warm tears had started to roll down your cheeks as you slowly sat down at the edge of the bed. You covered your face with your cold hands trying to muffle your cries. You laid yourself in the bed, staring at the ceiling. Blaming yourself for falling hard for your best friend. So this was the price you have to pay. Hopeless love in exchange of friendship. You covered and curled yourself under the sheets. This is just a bad dream. Just. A. Bad. Dream.

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You stretched your numb arms only to feel that the bed was cold and empty. You slowly opened your heavy and swollen eyes, you searched for Obito, but there was no trace of him.

If it wasn't for the mission, you wouldn't have the reason to get up from the bed.

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After taking a shower and putting on a nice sundress, you went down to look for Obito. The young lady from last night was back in the front desk.

"Hi! Good morning, uhm have you seen my… husband?" You asked her politely.

"Oh you mean, him?" She giggled.

"Hello, wife." As you face him, he holds your chin and kisses you. As soon as his lips parted from yours, it left you dumbstruck and speechless.

"Shall we?" He winked and held out his hand but you can't help but stare at him. "Y/n?"

"Oh… Yes. We should go." You took his hand as he bid goodbye to the young lady.

"You could at least do your part and act like my wife, y/n." He whispered as both of you exited the inn. "You're good at pretending anyway." He grunted.

You felt another pang of guilt.

"Obito, about last night…"

"Forget it. Not interested, anyway."

You felt embarrassed and hurt. You just want to finish this stupid mission, get back to the village and punch Kakashi right in the face.

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"I think that's our guy." He signaled. After hours of surveillance, you finally confirmed the suspect.

You both were sitting on a bench, while your guy was eating his ramen not too far away from your position. You both settled on the bench waiting for the man to move. You try to focus on the mission but the flashing images of last night's incident kept replaying on your mind on loop.

"So… How long have you been hiding that from me?" his voice brought you back to your senses as he gazed at you.

"I… pretty much a long time." You confessed. "I wanted to tell you but," You clenched your jaw, trying to hold back the tears from falling "I can't risk our friendship. And, I’m not sure how you’re gonna feel about it."

There was another odd silence between the two of you.

"This mission is important; we can't let our personal issues get in the way." He sounded stern.

This sudden change from his behavior made it clear to you that he's really not into you. And it rips your heart apart. You sat right next to each other but he still feels like he’s so far away from you. You’ve been dying to grab him right now, to hold him close, to kiss him, and to make him yours.

You get his point, "Of course," you agreed.

The man stood up from his seat and paid the ramen guy.

"Come on, we have to follow him." You complied quietly as you let Obito lead the mission. He rose up and stretched out his arms, "Let's go, princess."

"Wait, does he really have the scroll?"

You watched him as he activated his Sharingan. "He has the scroll. But wait a minute," he sounded intrigued. "His chakra. It's… weird. It's… familiar."

He tried to study the man. “I mean look at him, who would wear a coat and a hat on a hot day like this?" he muttered as he expressed his disbelief.

The man started walking casually along the busy street of the Sand Village. You both tailed on him while keeping a safe distance. You slowly grabbed Obito's arms, you noticed he became stiff and surprised as you clung on him. "Relax, Obito. Husband and wife, remember?" you quietly reminded him. The least you could do, is to focus and make sure you accomplish this mission.

“So, Kakashi mentioned that this mission is exclusive for us, right? And that nobody knows about it. Just us and the Kazekage?” he sounded unsure as he kept his eyes fixed on your target.

“Well, that’s what he said,” you confirmed. “Why?”

“I know that this may sound weird but, I have a feeling that we know this guy.” he stated.

Hearing Obito’s theory made you anxious. You both halted when you saw the man turn and entered an inn.

“Is he luring us in?” you asked. "Why do I have a feeling that he already knows he's being followed?"

“There's only one way to find out."

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You both entered the building and started searching for the man. You have combed all the rooms in the first floor, but he was nowhere to be found.You both climbed up the stairs as quietly as possible. You reached the first room on the second floor, just when you're about to open the door, Obito clasped your arm and pulled you closer to him. When you looked up at him, he put an index finger to his lips, "Let me," he whispered.

He grabbed the door handle and slid it open only to reveal a very familiar man.

“YAMATO?!” you both screamed his name.

His face was as white as the snow, his eyes grew wide as you guys barged in his door.

“What are you doing here?” Obito asked.

“Did Kakashi send you?” you interrogated him. You rushed towards Yamato as he nervously stepped back.

“Well, I’m on a separate mission actually.” he chuckled nervously as he scratched his head.

“Separate mission? What mission? I thought Kakashi said that this mission was exclusive for us.” Obito was puzzled.

“Well, uh yes. But you see, Kakashi sent me here to make uh sure that uhm..” he was avoiding any eye contact and was already stuttering.

“To make sure that what? Spill it now, Yamato before I slit your throat!” you said furiously as you took out one of your Kunai and pointed it at him.

“Kakashi’s gonna kill me...” he muttered under his breath, beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead and upper lip.

“What does Kakashi have to do with this?” asked Obito, who seemed like he still was not getting the point to all of this. Your eyebrows twitched in annoyance.

“I will kill you now even before he gets his chance! Start talking now, you tree man!” you demanded as you inclined your head and gave him a death glare. You are fuming right now, something in your guts are telling you that this was all Kakashi’s stupid idea!

“Well, you see, Kakashi asked me to help him finish his last mission before he could officially accept the responsibilities for being the Sixth Hokage,” Yamato said, trying his best to stay as calm as possible.

“His last mission?” you repeated as you exchanged glances with Obito.

“He said that both of you were uh… giving him endless headaches. That you guys should just…” he paused as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Just what?!” you both exclaimed.

“Just date already!” he declared. You froze. How could Kakashi tell Yamato about your secrets?

“Tch,” Obito snorted. “How would I date her if she likes Kakashi?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he looked away, his words left you bewildered.

“Wait up, you said you heard us talking in the Hokage’s office?”

“Well, weren’t you referring to Kakashi?” he questioned.

“You idiot! So that’s why you were avoiding me the whole day when we left the village? Because you assumed that I liked Kakashi? You dumb ass! I was trying to confess to you last night but you won’t let me finish!” you cried.

Your words struck him, his cheeks were blushing crimson again. “Y-you mean --?” swallowing the forming lump in his throat, “the mission was… fake?” he asked, giving you a perplexed look.

“Oh God. You really are the dumbest of all the Uchihas, aren’t you?!” you sighed in exasperation as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Obito,” Yamato butted in, “Y/n just admitted her feelings for you and you’re asking if the mission was fake?” he facepalmed. “Y/n, please enlighten me -- what did he do to make you swoon over him?” he teased.

“Me? Swoon over him?!” a flush crept up your face.

“For heaven’s sake. You both are dumb, you know? I can’t believe this is what Kakashi has to deal with everyday. You guys are so exhausting. Work this out, you two.” he retorted in annoyance. He collected his things and headed to the door.

Yamato shut the door behind him and Obito did not make any effort to come closer to you and you were frozen from where you’re standing. No one talked. You could cut through the tension with a knife.

“I’m sorry about last night, Y/n. For driving you away…” Obito finally said. “I shouldn’t have treated you like that.”

“Okay… How else would you have?” you smiled dryly.

“Princess please, I need you to just listen to me, okay?” he bit down on his lip.

He grabbed both of your hands and brought them to his chest. You could feel his heart pounding below the skin, a very similar tempo to yours. “I like you, wait, no. I love you. The only thing that kept holding me back was that I really thought you liked Kakashi. I confronted him. But he said that you liked someone else, not him. That Bakashi, he should have told me the truth! Y/n, I can’t keep pretending anymore. I can’t pretend that I don’t want to hold you or that I’m not falling in love with you. I can’t and I won’t, not anymore.”

“What?!” Your jaw was on the floor. “You like… me? But last night --”

“Last night was a mistake.” He held both of your wrists in one hand and cupped your cheek with the other. Everything that he had said last night was starting to make sense a lot more sense now. It was heartbreaking, but now it made sense.

“You were so infuriating, I was trying to tell you that I love you last night,” you said as you leaned into his palm.

“I am not infuriating!’ he denied.

“Okay but you’re dumb!” you jested.

“Okay, I’ll take that. But I know you love me.” his thumb traced your bottom lip, and he moved even closer to you.

Your heart skipped.

“So what are we doing then?” you asked, distracted by his touch on you. “Are we… together? Like, together together?”

“Well if you’ll have me, yes,” he said as his eyes flickered. “I want you, Y/n. Just as you are.”

“I want you too,” your smile grew along with his.

“I meant what I said, princess. I love you.” his forehead pressed to yours, as you close your eyes in relief.

“I love you too, dumb ass.” you pressed your lips onto his and he took you gladly.

His arms slid around your waist, while the other went back to the back of your neck, to hold you in place as he kissed you like it was his last.

“I’m really sorry about last night, for being an asshole,” he told you through the kiss. It was mostly tongue and teeth, desperate and messy. “ Let me make it up to you, Y/n.”

He was intoxicating and all you could do was nod, your eyelashes fluttering as his lips travelled down your neck, sucking on your skin.

“MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!” Yamato appeared in the window making Obito’s posture straightened. He kept his hands on you, pulling you close to his chest like you were in danger.

“Maybe that’s why Bakashi and this tree boy get along so much,” he murmured.

“Huh, why?” you asked.

“They’re both cockblockers.” he whispered.

“Hey! I heard that!” Yamato narrowed his eyes. “So are we getting back to the village?”

“Uh, we’ll stay a little longer.” Obito replied, as he smirked at you. “I have to make it up to her. We might miss Bakashi’s recognition day though. I plan to ravish my princess and we have to make up for all the times we should have been together.”

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