#And my mom called me 30 minutes ago because her and her boyfriend are going on THEIR vacation next week to the beach and I literally just

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Let it be known that one of my absolute worst flaws is I am a huge, HUGE homebody... At 29 years old... 

[empressdede]

TikToks - Solo Sikoa

Based on this tiktok …. Short oneshot so I hope you guys like it.

Word count: 761

Pairing: Sefa x Y/N

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Sefa laid on his best friend’s bed bored waiting for Y/N to finish getting ready, he called her 30 minutes ago to get ready cause he was taking her somewhere but apparently 30 minutes isn’t enough time.

“Are you done now?” He asked again for the umpteenth time which caused Y/N to roll her eyes.

“Asking me the same question over and over ain’t gon make me be ready any faster you know?” You replied, finishing up with moisturizing your lips with your peach scented chapstick. “But yes, I’m ready now.”

Sefa closed his phone and gave his undivided attention to his best friend. She wore a simple outfit but she still looked so pretty to him. “You look good.” He commented.

Y/N smiled, the butterflies in your stomach refusing to settle. Sefa’s compliments always did that to you.

“Thank you. Now, are you going to tell me where we going or am I being kidnapped again?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

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With a blindfold over your face, you let Sefa walk you to the destination he wanted to bring you so badly.

The kidnap comment was a joke so imagine your surprise when he actually pulled out a black scarf from his pocket.

“Still think its a little kinky you keep a scarf laying around in your back pocket.” You joked and he rolled his eyes.

“How is having a scarf kinky?” He asked with the most neutral tone.

“How is it not? C’mon Sefa, don’t tell me you’re that inexperienced in the bedroom.”

He stopped walking which cause you to stop in your steps, he leaned down to whisper, “If only you knew.”

Goosebumps rose on your arms and a small shiver ran through your spine because damn did you wanna know.

“You ready to see what I got for you?”

“If you brought me to the middle of nowhere I swear to God Sefa-“

“Can you shut up and take off the blindfold?” He stressed and it caused you to finally take off the scarf.

Your eyesight obviously being blurry, you turn to Sefa while blinking to wait for everything to become clear to you again. Once you could get a full look of the nervousness on his face, its when you turned and the sight before you took your breath away.

“Sefa.” You whispered as you took in the picnic set up in front of you, the question that was on the board read loud and clear: Can I be your boyfriend?

He took you, on a date.

You turned back to face him, tears pooling at the edge of your eyes. “You… You liked me this whole time?”

He shrugged in response, “I’ve liked you since we accidentally kissed at my moms birthday party. We brushed it off as something platonic but I couldn’t stop thinking about you like that.” He confessed, taking your hand into his.

“Watching Cairo shoot his shot at you only made me realize I don’t want to wait to make my move. I want you all to myself.”

You took in his words, turning back to face the site again with loving eyes before facing him again. “Of course you can be my boyfriend Sefa.” You answered and leaned forward to press your lips against his.

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After the date, you guys decided to just stay and enjoy the lovely day that it was until an idea pops up in your head.

“Wait. Can I show you a dance that I made up?”

Sefa raised his eyebrow at you. “What?”

But you didn’t give him much of a chance. You pulled him up from the floor and told him to stand while you readied the camera. “I just want to get your reaction, thats all.”

You entered this was all kinds of seriousness so that’s why Sefa stood and waited for you to show him this so called dance that you’ve made up.

What you want from me

You’ll get your wants and needs

Focus on this pussy concentration

It look even better when I’m naked

Go a little harder I can take it

When you started your dance Sefa only focused on you, watching you thrust you back out and move your arms, so when you turned around to see his half amused but half serious face you couldn’t help but giggle. You tried to be committed to finish the dance but the both of you ended up laughing. It was the perfect way to publicly claim each other whenever you decided you wanted to post this.

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Lmaoo how we feeling? And who y’all want me to release next, Jimmy’s or Roman’s?

Tagging the lovelies: @blacst4r @whatdoeseverybodywant @wrestlingprincess80

[welcometolansstudy]

25 nov 2024 - monday, 00:18

hi! how has your weekend been??

this morning i forgot to post, but tbh there weren't any productive things on my list for today anyway

in the late morning i went shopping with my mom (she splurged, i didn't bc i donlt have money for that rn 😭), and when i came back i just scrolled on my phone

watched an episode of Arcane (s2 ep7 AAA) and while watching, my friends and i decided that we'd have dinner together. we were gonna go to the movies to watch Smile 2 anyway, so we thought it'd be nice eating together as well! so i started getting ready after that Arcane episode and left the house at like 16:30. the sun was setting and it was so warm today! it was 17℃ which is a lot warmer compared to a few days ago when it was literally freezing & snowing. i was even cycling with short sleeves, it reall felt like a summer evening and it made me so happy

the movie was so scary 😭 i just watched it through the gaps of my fingers because i was gonna have to cycle home on my own (my friends live in a different town). i didn't wanna risk seeing any scary-scary things just in case i'd think of that while cycling alone yk?

in the end one of my friends went home with me bc my neighbour is her boyfriend (🤭🤭) and she was gonna stay over at his anyway. she rode my bike and i sat in front (IT WAS SO SCARY AT FIRST) on this little rack my bicycle has (it says max. 25 kg 🦧). at some point we decided to walk so what normally would be a 30 minute cycle trip became an hour. still really good considering we walking quite a bit though!

i had so much fun today! i hope i can see my friends more often

i think i'll watch another episode of Arcane and call my boyfriend <3

good night! and i'll see you tomorrow ☆

[real-total-drama-takes]

This took a while because I dug up old emails and rang some people from my childhood for this, including my father who I haven't seen for three years. Here's how the Duncan, Courtney and Gwen saga caused my parents to divorce.

I was like 10 when World Tour came out and I used to watch it with one of my neighbours when each episode aired. We were at that sort of obsessed age where it was all we talked about, so we'd not shut the fuck up about it, I think I still have some Gwen fanart I drew. Anyway, when the greek episode aired, we got way too excited and replayed the the part we recorded a couple of times. By the time we were finished she missed curfew for about 30 minutes and I went to bed.

I woke up, with both parents gone from the home and my grandmother bringing me to her house. For about a week I stayed with her in total confusion not knowing anything, until my mother came and brought me home, my father not there. She said they split up, I was bummed but honestly more bummed that she, for some reason, banned me from ever watching Total Drama again.

It took me about 5 years until I found out what happened that night.

My friend ran home, and tried to get food from her kitchen without alerting her mom. But she was 10, so it didn't work. Her mom was pissed she came home late and without eating, started lecturing her while she made excuses. At one point she said something along the lines of "But mom! Courtney found out Duncan kissed Gwen." And that made her mom stop. Her mom asked again, she replied "Courtney found out he kissed her best friend, and she lost it"

Something happened, between the eating the food and the rushed speech, that her mother only heard "Courtney found out *gibberish* kissed gw*gibberish*"

A little bit of context I should add. My mothers name is Courtney. Well, Kourtney.

Another little bit of context.

My father was having an affair with my neighbours mother, my moms best friend.

Somewhere between the chewing, the speech impediment or just her mothers fear, she thought my mother had found out about the affair.

She sent my friend to her room and banned her from ever speaking to me again.

She called my father who was at work to tell him, so he freaked out and tried to get flowers and gifts to, I guess soften the blow?

So when he walked in to the house, flowers in hand, mistress following behind apologising, my mother didn't have a clue what he was talking about.

I don't know the specifics of what happened next, but I asked my father and he said that my mother attacked him & the mistress, and forced him out of the house. He, in turn, "reprimanded" (read, beat the shit out of) the other woman and got sent to jail. Overnight my mother decided to send me to her mother while she sorted things out around the house and asked my friends mother what the hell went on, and then filed for divorce from my father.

I didn't know this until I contacted my friend again, but there were three other consequences of the Duncan, Courtney Gwen saga (remember this is what was about). 1. My friends mother lost her position in the church due to the affair being revealed. 2. My father called in cps and alleged neglect in the home, sending my friend into foster care for a period of time. And 3. It came out about four years ago that the youngest sibling of my friend was biologically my fathers.

I didn't watch Total Drama again until I was 19. I started at the episode I never got to see, The Ex Files.

When Boyfriend Kisser came out it physically pained me so much I switched off the episode and didn't go back to it for another year.

TLDR- Not only did the Duncan, Courtney and Gwen saga cause my parents to divorce, it caused multiple physical assaults, a woman losing her job and a group of siblings going into foster care.

All for Boyfriend Kisser, the worst song I have ever heard

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[i-am-snowils-admiral]

oooooh roomate's shitty boyfriend tea? that you could rant about for a while? please do!

(or don't. i'm acknowledge i'm being nosey.....)

PLEASE be nosy about this I'm so down to talk about it my only limit is how many words I can type. I'm gonna refer to him as "J."

The first thing you should know is that my roommate is 27 and J is 41. Honestly they're both adults so there's nothing inherently wrong about that but I think it says a lot about him, and it especially says a lot about him because we genuinely couldn't tell that he was so much older because the maturity level was pretty similar.

On the first day I met him, we went to an estate sale across the road from our house. I saw a decorative teapot that I really liked but when I pointed it out, I said "oh, I really like this, but I have nowhere to put it and I don't want to have to store it." He tried to convince me to get it anyway but I reiterated that I had thought it through and decided not to get it. I went back to the house and he stayed at the sale. About 20 minutes later, he comes back to the house WITH THE TEAPOT and is all "you should have things that you like :)" and gave it to me. This seemed kind of weird and rude to me, but I let it slide because we'd just met and maybe he was trying to make a good impression or something. I didn't realize at the time that this was what they refer to as "foreshadowing." If J thinks a decision you made is wrong, even if it's about something that doesn't involve him at all, he'll take steps to stop you! Great! Love that! He does this frequently.

He's competitive to a somewhat pathetic degree. I had a good friend of mine over once and all three roommates + my friend decided we wanted to play Boggle, which we enjoyed. J, however, knew he wouldn't win this game because he wasn't familiar with it and wasn't very good at word games, so he first tried to claim that "nobody wants to play this" despite the fact that he was the only one that didn't want to play and THEN when he didn't get his way he sulked through all the games in a way that would've gotten me sent to bed early if I'd acted like that when I was like, ten years old.

Roommate #2 (G) has very specific things she wants in life. Many of those things require being financially stable enough for her to own a house, because she wants to run a daycare out of her own home and you can't do that in a rental. I'm not quite shallow enough to dismiss a man entirely based on his financial resources, but J is making no moves to even pretend he is going to support this dream of hers despite the fact that he's declared he intends to marry her (though he hasn't proposed yet). He has not bothered to save any money. He has not tried to move to a higher-paying job (he works part-time as a church musician). Every once in a while we hear him floating some weird vision of the future to her where he joins a band and they travel around the country for his performances. This man is 41 years old.

He doesn't make any long-term plans of his own but then if your plans conflict with the ones he came up with last minute, he's upset about it. He called up G the day before her mom came to visit and tried to organize the schedule for the visit, and was confused and offended when G informed him that she already had plans. With her own mom!! Buddy that is not your business!! If you wanted to do stuff with the both of them, you should have said so ages ago!

G wakes up very early in the morning to exercise (like 4 or 5am sometimes) and therefore goes to bed normally at around 8 or 8:30. J has absolutely no respect for this. When he stays over (not for long haha) he keeps her up past midnight talking. When he can be bothered to actually take her on dates rather than just hang around the house like a freeloader, he takes her to midweek concerts an hour and a half away that start at 9. She's frequently exhausted and can't seem to figure out why but she has no consistent schedule!!! She doesn't sleep!!! I'm gonna smack him.

I could keep going but now I definitely need to go to bed myself. His annoying text was only the latest. We are so worried about them both and G is desperate to marry this guy but like??? She could do so much better??? I genuinely worry that their relationship is going to end in her being controlled and manipulated. He'll ruin her dreams and be confused when she gets mad about it because he's getting everything he wants so he won't understand why she's unhappy. Ugh. Throw the whole man away.

Thanks for asking, though, I needed this rant.

[skeletonfarmer]

I know tumblr is not the best place for relationship advice but pls lol

Also fair warning this is a long post and TW for mention of suicide

Some backstory: my boyfriend (21) and I (22) have been together for two and a half years. I struggle with severe depression and occasional psychotic symptoms (mood swings, hallucinations, irrational thoughts, etc). I was also diagnosed with cancer in January 2022. I recently had to quit my full time job due to mental and physical health reasons, so he is the only one working right now.

So for the past several months, but especially the past few weeks or so my boyfriend and I have been arguing a lot and I’m not sure what to do or if it’s healthy.

There’s always an array of things the arguments are about but usually they can be boiled down to one of us not feeling appreciated/not feeling loved/feeling like we’re being taken advantage of.

Our most recent argument started yesterday afternoon. A mutual friend of ours surprised me yesterday late morning and helped me clean our apartment almost the whole day, it was like 4-5 hours, with a break for lunch of course. Later on she had asked me if my bf and I could babysit because her fiance had gotten tickets to a baseball game and she wanted to go, but she didn’t wanna ask her mom to babysit since she had been watching her all day. I agreed but let her know that it would probably just be me.

Later when we were on the way back to her apartment my boyfriend had gotten off work and gone home. He called me and was immediately rude as I answered the phone, and he complained about how when we were cleaning/organizing, we moved some of his stuff to where he didn’t like it. He was mainly upset that we moved his (large amount) of alcohol bottles to a separate shelf rather than it taking up 1/3 of our already limited counter space. I told him that if he didn’t like where we put the stuff then he should help me clean on the weekends so he could decide where it goes himself. He got really upset and said that since he works and I don’t, it’s my job to clean and he doesn’t have to clean since he works, and that I should know it’s rude to “throw his stuff on a shelf in the corner”

Our friend hears him and when she sees him she goes off on him for awhile about how you talk to someone you love that way, and I didn’t hear much of what was said but what I did hear it sounded like he mainly put blame on me and put me down to try and justify his words and actions.

We argued about it on and off for the rest of the night but I thought by the time we went to bed we were fine.

When we woke up this morning within 30 minutes he was mad again, this time about how we don’t have enough money for groceries this week, bills, or gas for him to get to work. The way he said it made it feel like he was blaming me for not being able to work, so I felt guilty and asked my mom for $30 to help with groceries. He also somehow got a refund for our dinner we had last night, so that was $25-30 back.

After we go grocery shopping I have to go make a return at Big Lots, and when we’re walking out he insists on going into the liquor store next door. I say okay but let him know he shouldn’t get anything since we don’t really have money to pay our bills. Well after 20 minutes in there he buys a bottle of liquor, not sure what or how much but most of the stuff he was looking at was $30-45.

I get visibly upset and when he asks I tell him that it’s irresponsible for him to have an attitude with me and get mad about not having enough money for bills and food, to where I have to ask family for money, but then he goes and buys alcohol. This causes another fight and he goes off on me about how he’s “tired of me bitching at him” and that I won’t let him have fun, I have a problem with everything he does, etc.

A couple of months ago he had mentioned that I need to be more appreciative of him because not many people would have stayed with me through my cancer treatments and my psychiatric hospital stay for a suicide attempt. I haven’t brought this up to him since he said it but I think about it often.

I know I am definitely not perfect and I know I can get an attitude pretty easily sometimes, but I feel like he doesn’t give me as much credit as I deserve. My mental health makes it extremely difficult for me to regularly keep up with house chores, and I always let him know when I’m having a particularly bad day and not much will get done. At the time he says it’s okay but he always holds it over my head the next time we have a confrontation. I really do love him but I am also so tired of feeling like I’m just a maid that’s shitty at her job. I don’t know how to go about fixing this or if there is any way to even do so.

[sadandcha0tic]

More Than a Friend; a short story by me

“Are you sure you don't want me to take you home?” 

“I’m fucking sure, just go already… please.”

“Ugh, fine, fuck you then,” he said, speeding off in his car. He being my boyfriend, no, ex-boyfriend, Lewis. 

The reason for that he is now my ex is that I just found out that he has been sleeping with my best friend, Lilliana, for over five months. We’ve been together for six. Naturally, I told him to fuck off. Gotta pretend like I actually liked him and wasn’t just using him so people wouldn’t find out that I’m a flaming fucking lesbian. 

That ended with me, here, in the middle of the parking lot of a restaurant that's a 30-minute drive from my house, with no money and no ride. Shit. I can’t call my brother, he’s working, Mom would kill me, and Dad’s been dead for 2 years. The only other person I can think of is my childhood best friend (now sorta enemy), Morgan. Double-Shit, fuck.  

I call her. Pick up, pick up, pick up!! 

“Hello?”

“Hey, Morgan, it's me, Blair... um, can you pick me up?”

“And why the hell would I do that?”

“Because Lewis just fucking broke up with me… also because I asked nicely?”

“...fine, where are you? And that was not nice”

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And now, here I am, in Morgan’s car. She hasn’t said a word since she picked me up twenty minutes ago. That is until now. 

“What happened?”

“He’s been fucking Lilliana for more than five fucking months”

“Holy shit, the asshole was sleeping with your friend??”

“I know right!! I don’t blame Lilliana though, she knew I never liked him.”

“Want me to beat him up for you,” she says, smirking at me.

“Nah,” I laughed, “he’d be fucking dead!” 

She laughs, and Shit, I forgot how much I loved the sound of her laugh. I forgot how much I missed this, I wish I had never stopped talking to her. what was I afraid of? We were so close but now… 

“Wanna hang out at my place? We can eat ice cream, watch some movies, and if you want you can sleep over,” she said, breaking the silence I wasn’t even aware of.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun!” I said, shocked but happy all the same. I smile at her, as she puts her gorgeous long dyed dark red hair into a ponytail. Was she always this beautiful? I thought to myself, but then I push the thought aside, remembering that I had just been broken up with less than an hour ago. That's the only reason she’s doing this, I tell myself, she pities me. Although this doesn't feel like pity, it feels more like… an indescribable joy, definitely more than how I have felt with any other friend. 

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We arrive at her house, and surprisingly she runs around to open the car door for me.

“What a gentlewoman” I laugh. She just smiles her stupid, goofy smile at me, while holding the door for me to get out. Dear Fucking God, she’s beautiful… Shit, it’s happening again. I like her, don’t I? Fuck…

We walk inside and exchange pleasantries with her parents and little sister, who are on their way out the door, to go to dinner. I check the time, my wristwatch reads 6:45 pm, when they say they will be back around 10:00. Over three hours with just me and Morgan, alone in her house?? Fuck. 

After they leave, she grabs my hand, leading me to her room. I try not to freak out about holding her hand, but my attempts are pointless. She doesn't let go until we are both sitting on her bed, eyes locked. 

She nervously clears her throat and turns to grab the TV remote. Did I make her nervous? No, I couldn’t have, she’s straight… or at least I thought she was. I could have been wrong. I need to stop indulging in these thoughts. 

She turns on this new rom-com movie, but I don’t pay attention to it, I’m too busy staring at her, her eyes, her hair, her lips, her… Eventually, she is gonna notice… I should stop, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off her…

“What?” she says smiling over at me. 

“Nothing… you’re just…”

“Just, what?”

“Beautiful” I whisper, while realizing I’ve definitely been staring at her lips for too long. Her breath catches when she notices, and bites her lip. So many thoughts are running through my head: When she bites her lips and looks at me like that, I wanna be more than a friend. 

Does she feel the same? does she want me back? I wanna be more than her friend...

“You think so?”

“Well… yeah, I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever m-”

She cuts me off with a kiss, a small one, but still, I am so shocked, I just stare at her for a minute, trying to register what just happened. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

Now it’s me who cuts her off with a kiss. She tangles her hand in my hair, laughing, as I pull her closer to me by her waist. When we finally break apart, she smiles. 

“Wanna be my Girlfriend?” 

“I have never wanted anything more in my life than the amount of how much I want that. ” I reply, smiling harder than I have in a long time. She kisses me, and God, I feel whole again. 

Word Count: 916

[flying-alwina-esnardo]

Theme:  "Life is Spectrum"

Title: "The Unseen Battles of Mine"

       Hi! I'm sitting outside our house mesmerized by the stars, yes stars because it's 11:30 at night. I always do this because I can't sleep as if something is messing with my mind. As I  remembered all the things I've been through, I can't believe that I was able to handle all of that. I know you all want to know what I've been through and who I really am? Let's start with the day i was born into a colorful world but i have to face so many trials and sorrows in my life. In the province of Pangasinan, City of  San Carlos, it was the evening of september 19, 2004. My mom's screams could be heard echoing in our house because of the pain she felt as if her body was being torn apart,  then finally I came out from her. My body was still full of blood as I cried, "it's a girl" said the midwife. "What will you name her?" The midwife asked. My mom looked at the TV show  she used to  watch, it's called Mulawin and said the name Alwina, "I'll name her Alwina". 

       Before my mom gave birth to me, she and my dad separated, so three months later my mom left me with my grandparents because she had to work for me. Because my grandparents raised me, I am happy with them. One day, when I was just 3 years old, I was with my mom's siblings. I was surprised and happy because someone came to our house, she brought toys and food so I immediately ran and happily hugged her while shouting "sister Diana, sister Diana, sister Diana". Then after 1 week she needs to go back to work. Yes, I thought she was my sister because I didn't know that she was my mom because the parents I grew up with were my grandparents.  After a month, she got married with her boyfriend. I didn't mind it because I think she was just my sister at that time.  

       After 4 years, I was 7 years old when I found out that she was my mom. Because she took me with her where she and her husband worked and lived with my other two siblings. My mom explained to me that they are my parents. I lived for a year in La Union with them and I attended grade 1 there. But I was having a hard time adjusting and I was looking for my grandparents so mom sent me back to Panggasinan. I lived with my grandparents again and I had a happy childhood because I had a lot of friends and playmates there. But sometimes I used to cry because my mom's siblings always teased me and they always said that I was adopted and that I was just picked up from the trash. Of course I believed them,  because I was young that time and I didn't know what was true. 

       When I was 9 years old, it was december 16, 2013. My grandmother took me and we took the bus, I was very happy even though I didn't know where we were going. After more than five hours we arrived at the place where there was a lot of shouting here and there, we walked for a few minutes and we arrived at a house. I don't know whose house it was but we were made to sit inside and I just quietly listened to what they were talking about, then suddenly this man got my attention. He was just looking at me while he's crying and don't know why he's looking at me like that. He slowly walked closer to me and stretched out his two hands in front of me as if to indicate that he wanted to hug me

but I just stared at him until he spoke and said the words "my daughter, can you hug daddy?" He said while crying. I don't know what I should do, I can't understand what's happening  because I was just a 9 year old kid. I thought my parents were my grandparents but it was not then suddenly this unfamiliar man saying that he was my father. Then after a few hours my grandmother explained everything to me, I'm trying to understand everything but I'm still a kid. My grandmother left me with him, I cried but after an hour I stopped crying because he comforted me and I felt safe. It was strange that I felt comfortable with a person that I just met an hour ago. I stayed there for a week and I enjoyed playing and talking about what's happening in our lives. That was our first and last meeting. He promised that we will meet again but until now, here I am waiting for him to meet me and he never came. 

       I'm still living with my grandparents, in my high school life there were so many questions in my mind. Why did my mom and dad separated? What if they didn't? And what kind of life do I have? I think we had a happy family if they didn't break up or not. But I can't change the things that already happened. Since I  turned 13, I overthink a lot most of the time. My mom went on vacation with my siblings and her husband who I now call dad here at my grandparents' house. My step dad is kind and he treats me like his own daughter but sometimes I felt like I'm not belong with them because I was so hurt that I can't forget what my brother did to me, he pushed me and he said the words "his not your dad because you are adopted" I fell down and hit the floor because of what he did. I was about to cry but I stopped because I didn't want them to see that I was hurt by what he said, I needed to act like nothing happened even though it was so painful that I felt as if my heart had been stabbed so many times and I just ran away from them as if nothing had happened. My step dad saw everything that when I came home after I calmed myself, my brother came to me and apologized for what he did, it can be seen on his face that he just finished crying because my step dad beat him because of what he did to me. 

       In 2021, this is the year I seem to be lost. My family and my grandparents are in Cavite because they work there. In the middle of pandemic, I was left in Pangasinan because I was still studying there. My aunt lives near my house but she rarely visits me. Then suddenly, I lost interest in everything, I don't know why. I feel like I'm unwanted because I have no one at home but myself, I feel like I'm being left alone. I don't go out of the house often anymore, when I go out, I just go to my favorite palace, our back house. I go there every time the sun goes down, l will just sit in the swing while watching the beautiful and colorful sunset, all I can hear is the flowing of the river, the chirping of birds, and the rustling of leaves due to the cold wind. Feeling the cold breeze touching my skin and it's like hugging me. I couldn't sleep every night because there were so many things running on my head. I also stopped studying when I was in grade 11. I feel like I'm drowning in darkness and sadness. I tried to be happy and have fun with my friends, we always go out to drink alcohol but that's not enough because those are only temporary happiness. After that happiness, when I got home I'm still alone and I feel empty. It's gotten to the point where I have suicidal thoughts, and I tried to kill myself but I think God has a plan for me because he doesn't let me take my life, my aunt always their to stop me. Until my aunt decided to send me here to Cavite, because she thought that my life would be better here with my family, I told my aunt not to tell my parents what happened in Pangasinan because I don't want my parents to worry and have a problems about me.

      I decided to continue my studies and I promised myself that I'll do better and make my parents proud. I built a new and stronger me, now I'm here as a grade 12 student on Gen. Pantaleon Garcia Senior High School, currently living in Golden City,  Anabu II-F, Imus Cavite.  My name is Alwina A. Esnardo, 19 years old, you can call me, win  for short because no matter how difficult life's challenges are, I will try to win every battle of my life. I will keep fighting for my bright future.  I realized that I just need to face the problems and trials that God gives me with strength, love, trust and faith in every plan he made for me.  I just need to look on the brighter side of my life. I am very thankful to the people who made me feel that I am important and I am part  of their lives. I am also thankful to the new people I met and became my friends when I first entered this school, thank you because you made me feel loved and you didn't make me feel unwanted. Thank you for being part of my life and  journey. I always remember these reminders "God will not put you in that situation if you can't overcome it", and "You may lose your petals but you'll bloom again".

Output No. 1: AUTOBIOGRAPHY

[blackvail22]

i talk here a bunch each day because i have no one else to talk to.

its sad, honestly.

i couldnt go to my counseling appointment, so i wont be able to see her again for another 2 weeks

thats nearly a month since ive seen her

im not doing very well so this isnt good at all lmao

idk how im going to make it another 2 weeks but all i can do is try ...

i think i start work again next week. im afraid of what has changed... probably not a lot. all i know is we have a new manager, and ive heard he's nice

i have a postop appt on tuesday for my tonsillectomy. finally i will have what my disease means explained to meeee. i keep thinking about it, and its been bothering me. i probably wont know if i have another surgery until after my next ct scan (they have to space them out so i dont get exposed to too much radiation and i had one less than a month ago) and idk when that is

im so bored. i have to be the problem

i really think i am

"my friends wont reach out" but when i reach out its super dry and they varely engage. maybe im seeing it in the wrong perspective. maybe my vision is skewed, and im seeing it in the wrong light.

maybe its because theyre busy

maybe at work

going to work

hanging out with other friends

going to hang out with other friends

i want to have a good friend group so bad but i feel like i cant have one

i feel like my only friend was em even though she used me. oh, i dont know if i ever told u the reason why we arent friends anymore

so, i dont have the best memory of the order everything happened, but ill do my best to sort it out

after spending a bunch of time together, we started to fade away. i would ask her if she wanted to spend the night, she would hesitate for a good 30 minutes, talk to her mom, and then say "sure". sometimes she wouldnt wait until we ate dinner (but a good amount of times she did) until shed say "oh i forgot something at home" or "my stomach hurts" and id walk to her house with her (except the times when she'd tell me not to).

when i walked with her, she would always say "ill be right back" and then shed be gone for 10 minutes and her mom would come out and be like "hey... she doesnt feel well so she's going to say home". and each time i would walk home crying. at this point, she was already blowing me off, not talking to me, and overall being rude, but i still went back to her every time.

this rare occasion was in early september of 2017. we only hung out, and then she said she had someone else shes hanging w at her house. she had become friends with people that hated my sister as well as a girl that honestly no one knows. em started to become them... like literally she became a copy of them. the whole group of girls would tell her that my sister is a fat, ugly whore. they fed her all of this, and they would talk and call my sister names and generally talk shit about her

a few days after i heard abt this, i saw things from em that she was having a hard time. i was outside doing yard work, and she was walking by. i said "hey, i hope you feel better" and she yelled "fuck you" at me while, again, giving me the finger.

i dont know what i did, but that was the last time in years that we would talk to each other. we would be "friends" on the bus the few days she went to school sophomore year...

now, though? i dont exist to her. i saw her at my work TWICE this past year, once being on my recent birthday, and she pretended she didnt know me. i look the same as i did before... this most recent time, she was with her boyfriend, one of the friends from '17 and her mom. as i greeted them, everyone looked over except her... her mom even did a double take.

she claims she doesnt know why our friendship went to shit when we were toxic to each other our whole friendship. it was never healthy.

she seems to be happy though, at least happier than me. shes pregnant again. im not sure of the gender, but i think its going to be a boy. she's always wanted to be a mom, so i hope shes a good one.

[orangesaek]

Hii! I’m new to your blog and I love your writing sm!! 🫶🏻 I was wondering if I can request a felix fluffy scenario of both of you being really affectionate towards each other infront of the other members and they’re teasing both of you and you’re the blushy/awkward one. (I imagine their reactions to be like how they reacted to felix in the ‘your eyes’ mv 😭

hiii 👋 thank you so much, and i'm glad you like my work ♡ really appreciate it! 🤍 i hope you see this and let me know if you liked it 🥰

note: although most people (stays) already know the names of felix's family members, i left them out on purpose because i just felt a bit uncomfortable using their names in a fanfic 😅

also, merry christmas and happy holidays, everyone! 🎄

a/n: slightly proofread. lowercase intended. image not mine.

december 24. it was finally christmas eve, and felix couldn't wait for christmas to come for three reasons:

one, his family flew over a few days ago just to spend the holiday with him. two, once the group's schedule for the day is over, he'll get about 2 weeks to rest. and three, he looks forward to spending it with you (and with his members before they leave for the holiday to see their own family).

"oh, it's finally over!" felix's mom exclaimed in delight, clapping her hands happily in the process. you smiled at how cute she looked.

you were already waiting with his family at the hotel they were staying at, watching gayo daejeon together on the tv in their room. the place was also pretty convenient since the restaurant where they were able to book a private room was just a couple of floors down.

"eonni, your boyfriend's calling~" his younger sister said, handing you your phone from the coffee table. felix called you up to let you know that they are getting ready to leave and will be at the restaurant in 30 minutes.

"that's great. we should get ready as well," his dad said. "i'll call the restaurant to let them know we're coming down in a few."

it was actually the first time you have met felix's family in person, but they were just as nice and welcoming as he was. it was clear to you then that felix really grew up in such a wonderful family.

everybody was getting ready to leave when his mom rushed to your side and gently turned you around to face her.

"dear, put some of this on," you stood there as she quickly dabbed some lipstick on your lips.

"there you go!" she smiled in content. "this shade looks so good on you!" she was practically squealing at how nicely the shade complimented your overall look.

"thank you, mrs. lee" you gave her a shy smile before leaving the room with her.

you were now at the restaurant, laughing and having a good time with felix's family as they shared some of their favorite moments with him during childhood when the door to the room slid open.

all 5 of you whipped your heads to see felix by the door, smiling your guys' way as he gestured for the rest of the members to come inside first.

after all the greetings were said, felix finally sat down beside you, smiling so widely after giving you a brief hug. you were seated between him and his older sister, with the other members seated on the other side of the table.

"you look extra beautiful today, babe" he complimented. you looked at felix with a shy smile.

"o-oh, really? thank you," you replied. "your mom actually helped me put on some lipstick, so that's probab---"

you paused when you noticed how felix was just staring at you with a big smile plastered on his face.

"is... everything... alright...?" you quietly asked, worried that there might be something stuck on your teeth or something that he found funny.

felix let out a light chuckle before taking your hand and kissing the back of it, still keeping his eyes on you.

"yeah, it's just that you look so beautiful tonight."

after hearing that (plus the gesture felix just made), you couldn't hide the blush that was showing on your face anymore and turned your face away from him.

this time, felix let out a laugh at how cute you looked, finally catching the attention of everybody else in the room.

"what's going on?" felix's dad asked. he turned to look at his dad, still smiling.

"nothing," he answered. "my girlfriend's just really adorable right now."

bang chan let out a giggle before looking at the other guys beside him.

"get your fingers ready coz things are going to get cringey real soon," he teased. the room was then filled with laughter and some more light-hearted teasing.

"babe," felix called. "ahh~" he said as he raised a fork in your mouth in an attempt to feed you with a small piece of meat.

you looked between him and the fork in his hand. you were about to open your mouth to take the food when you heard the other guys teasing you and felix again.

"ahh~" bang chan, changbin, and hyunjin said in unison while lee know, han, seungmin and i.n. tried to suppress their laughter.

felix turned his head to them and stuck out his tongue playfully. his family could only shake their heads and laugh at the silliness of the group.

unfortunately for you, felix seemed to enjoy seeing you all flustered and shy. and of course, the more he did it, the more his members would playfully tease the two of you. although felix didn't mind it at all, you were feeling so shy to the point that you just wanted to curl up into a ball.

you were peacefully eating a cream puff, quietly listening to the conversation going around, when felix called your attention. you turned your head to face him, waiting for him to say something.

"you really make me want to take care of you more," he sighed quietly.

you weren't sure what he meant by that until you felt his thumb swipe gently on the side of your lips, realizing that he just wiped some cream off.

you were about to thank him for it but was left speechless and embarrassed when you saw him licking the cream off of his thumb and gave you a playful wink.

"OH MY EYES!!!"

you heard hyunjin scream as he dramatically covered his eyes and slowly slid off of his chair, 'collapsing'. the other guys have started playfully pretending to gag, with some of them curling up their fingers from cringing so bad. even his sisters have started joining in their antics.

"i can feel the chicken i ate come to life," lee know said as he put a hand on his belly, feigning the horror in his eyes.

felix and his parents were just laughing wholeheartedly from the chaotic antics of the guys, while you laughed awkwardly in embarrassment.

he was still laughing at the guys when he turned to look you. he gave you a soft smile before asking you if you were feeling alright.

"yeah, but just a bit embarrassed," you quietly admitted.

you have known the rest of stray kids for a while now, and although you were already used to their playful teasing (especially about your relationship with felix), there are still times that you just couldn't think of an equally playful comeback and just end up blushing furiously — tonight was the perfect example.

the guys have now (slightly) calmed down from cringing and have started talking amongst themselves (still about what happened) when felix cupped your cheeks gently.

"i love you," he suddenly said as he looked deeply into your eyes with a soft smile.

despite feeling a bit embarrassed from all the playful teasing from the guys, you still couldn't stop the growing smile on your face.

you looked straight into his eyes before leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips, not caring anymore if somebody saw it.

"i know, and i love you, too." you quietly said with a shy smile on your face. felix grinned sheepishly right after.

and just as expected, another round of playful teasing from the rest of stray kids ensued, with seungmin jokingly commenting, 'for the sake of our mental health, just please get a room!'

- end.

requests are OPEN ♡ holiday break just started, so i have a lot more time to respond to requests now 😊

[honeybear-yammy]

Love Letter | JJ Maybank (part three)

Warnings: mild cursing, mild hinting of smut

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Kook Reader

Summary: continuation of part 2.

Previously: part two

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

Your dad was driving you home from the airport. You and your parents had came back to Outer Banks about 30 minutes ago but were just coming into Kildare Island now. You were happy to be home. You were excited to see your friends John B, Kiara, Pope, and Sarah but, You were even more excited to see your boyfriend JJ.

You and JJ had not seen each other in a little over two months. You missed him like crazy, and you knew he felt the same way. The two of you would write, call, text, you would use anything you could to get in contact with each other. “Dad.. do you mind just dropping me off at John B’s?” You asked. “Why not just come home with us sweetie? You can always see…. you’re friends later.” Your father said.

Your father did not like that most of your friends were Pogues. You could really couldn’t give a fuck about what he thought about your friends though. They were your best friends. Actually… they were your family.

You don’t know what you would do without them. You didn’t like most of the Kooks. A lot of them were stuck up and basically just dumbasses blinded by there money. You weren’t that way though. JJ was skeptical about you when you first started hanging out with them. Kiara had introduced you to them. You and Kiara had been friends forever and she wanted you to be part of there friend group.

You were happy to meet her friends but, JJ was the only issue. At first he hated you. Kinda funny how he went from hating you to being in love with you. It’s crazy the things love can to do a man. “Well dad… I’ve been with you and mom for the past 2 months. I haven’t got to see my friends in so long.. please?” You begged. “I-” Your dad sighed. “Honey… just let y/n go see her friends. She’s right. She has been cooped up with us for the past two months.” Your mother said.

“Fine.. be back by 10 though.” Your father said. “Your mother and I wont be home because we are celebrating our return with some friends and colleges but that does not excuse you from break curfew.” Your dad said. “I’ll be home by 10 I promise.” You said.

“Alright.” Your father said changing the direction he was going in. Your father really hated driving around in The Cut. He has never liked The Cut, or Pogues. He never had any sympathy for them. Some of them can bad yeah, example being Barry, but you friends were good people. They always looked out for you. Your dad pulled into John B’s driveway. “Here we are sweetheart. And remember. Home by 10.” Your father said.

“I know.. I know. Love you dad. Love you mom.” You said getting out of the car with your smaller bag that had all the stuff you needed in it. Your parents pulled out and left as you quietly snuck inside. You saw Pope, John B, Sarah, and Kiara were out on the hammocks. You decided to just wait inside, knowing they would come in soon. “I want to go down to the beach, it would be fun.” Sarah said. “I mean.. it is a nice day.. it would be a nice day to surf and stuff.” Pope said.

“I’m down.” Kiara shrugged getting up. “I’ll text JJ and tell him to me us there.” She said. “Alright, let’s go, I just need to grab a few things from the house.” John B said getting up and he walked inside, Kiara, Pope, and Sarah following him in. You were sitting on the couch. When you saw them come in a smile spread across your face. The four of them walked in and saw you then froze.

“Hey guys..” You smiled. “Omg y/n!” Sarah yelled happily and ran over hugging you. “Hey Sarah.” You laughed. Kiara ran over too hugging you and Sarah. “I thought you were still suppose to be gone for another month? That’s what JJ told us.” Pope chuckled walking over and the two of you hugged. “I lied. I wanted to surprise him.” You chuckled. John B hugged you too.

“Oh alright. Well all of us are going down to the beach together, I believe JJ is going to meet us down there, wanna come with us? You could surprise him there.” John B chuckled. “Sure.. I could never say no to you guys.” You chuckled.

~Time-lapse to when you and the Pogues get to the beach~

“JJ is almost here.” Kiara said. “Okay good, y/n we need to hid you somewhere.” Sarah said. “Okay where?” You asked. “She can hid in the back of the van, then when JJ comes we can say the beer is back there and ask him to go grab it.” John B said. “Good idea, let’s do that.” Sarah said.

“Well, JJ is going to be here any second so you better go hide y/n.” Pope said. You nodded and ran off to the van and got in the back. You stayed low just so JJ wouldn’t be able to see you when he came by. You could hear everyone’s voices a little in the distance. “Hey guys, I’m here!” JJ said as you could hear him walk by the van down to the others. “Hey JJ!” Kiara said. “Actually… before we start, the beer is in the van. Mind if you get it J?” John B asked.

“Yeah sure.” JJ nodded and headed to the van. The four of them high-fived and chuckled quietly, happy and excited that the plan is working. JJ opened the van door and was about to grab the beer when you jumped up. “Surprise!” You giggled. “I-” JJ stood there shocked, then a smile grew on his face. You giggled and jumped into his arms. “Oh my god! Y/n I’m so happy to see you.. I thought you weren’t going to be back for another month.” JJ said holding you tightly.

“I wanted to surprise you.” You giggled and kissed his cheek. “Well I am surprise.” JJ laughed and kissed you softly. You hopped off him and helped him grab the beer and the two of you carried it down to the others.

~Later in the evening~

Youlooked at your phone to check the time. “Shit it’s 9:30 I have to be home by 10.” You said. “It’s ok, I think we are all ready to pack up and go home.” Pope said. “Okay.” You nodded and turned to JJ. “Want to stay at my place for the night?” You asked. “I- but your dad?” JJ said. “It’s ok.. my dad is staying out late, he probably won’t be home until after 12 AM. He wouldn’t bother to check on me because he would assume I would be sleeping.” You said.

You giggled and pulled him close and whispered. “That would also mean we would have some time for ourselves.” You said and winked. JJ smirked. “I- ew… guys we can still hear you.” John B said. You chuckled and grabbed your stuff. You and JJ said by to everyone else and the JJ drove the two of you to your place.

You unlocked the door and went inside locking the front door again after JJ came in. You texted your dad to let him know you were home and to say goodnight. JJ picked you up making you giggle. He carried you up to your room then laid you down on your bed hovering over you. You giggled and played with his hair. “I missed you so much..” You smiled. “I missed you too..” JJ said planting a kiss to your forehead. “I love you..” You giggled. “I love you too princess.” He smiled. “So what now?” You giggled playing with his hair more. “Mmm.. I have a few ideas.” JJ smirked and kissed you.

Author's Note: final part! tysm for reading!

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better for you

pairing: chris evans x female!black!reader

warnings: age gap, angst, language

word count: 2.7k

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You didn’t consider yourself a jealous person. Much less a jealous girlfriend. Not at all. Never had and you thought you never would.

You had practically raised yourself as your parents had always been more preoccupied with their jobs. You loved your parents, you really did, but when your high school counselor told you that you could graduate high school a year and a half early, you took the opportunity to start college immediately and move out of your parents’ house. This drastic change when you were so young made you become extremely independent. Which is why your relationship with Chris worked almost perfectly. You valued your independence, as he did his, and you respected his independence, as he did yours.

As a corporate lawyer that had multiple firms around the country, you traveled a lot, needing to meet with clients. Chris, as an actor, also traveled a lot.

You both trusted the other without a doubt at the beginning of the relationship despite that Chris was, at first, a little wary of being with someone as young as you. As a 24-year-old, he thought that you should be living your life, partying, sleeping with whomever you wanted without being tied down, but you had explained to him that despite your age, those were not the things that you wanted.

You and Chris were truly made for each other, knowing the other more than they knew themselves. You would even dare to call yourselves soulmates.

Which is why you could not fathom why you were in your current situation.

You had left early in the day for California, where you were overseeing the opening and start-up of your newest firm. Chris, on the other hand, had left 3 days ago to go on some trip his publicist had arranged for him. You hadn’t bothered asking what it was about, assuming that it was about ASP. Plus, you didn’t mind it: he had to do what he had to do.

But now, you couldn’t believe yourself.

You were sitting on your hotel bed, in a white and fluffy robe, fresh out of the shower. Your computer was open in front of you, the TV was blaring the news and you had your phone in your hand. It was almost 11pm but you had been doing this for at least 3 hours. All three electronics were talking about the same thing: Are Chris Evans and Lily James dating??

It was a bit your fault that people gave themselves the right to assume things like that, to be honest, since you had been the one to pressure Chris about keeping your relationship secret. You knew that people would talk and judge you for your 15-year age gap. You, personally, didn’t care and neither did Chris but his career was dependent on his public image and you didn’t want to hold him back, especially not at a pivotal moment in his life like right now.

So, you had agreed on telling your families and your very close friends and Chris had convinced you to let him tell his publicist, Megan. God, she fucking hated you. When Chris arranged for you guys to meet, she had called you “a walking, breathing PR disaster”. You had laughed it off calling her funny, but you knew that she was 100% serious. You really shouldn’t have been surprised that she would do something so fucked up at some point.

A bunch of different news outlets were pumping out new stories every 30 minutes, each article a little more detailed than the previous. It was all over the Internet and it seemed to be the only thing that people cared about today.

Considering the 8-hour difference between London and San Francisco, you hadn’t been able to talk to Chris at all since you got to your hotel. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to talk to him. He hadn’t even tried to talk to you. Why was he avoiding you and acting like he had something to hide?

You’re reading the latest Daily Mail article on your computer about how Chris and Lily apparently got to his hotel in the same car when you hear your phone ring on the nightstand. You don’t even bother looking at the caller ID as you reach for your phone, eyes still glued to your computer and answer,

“Hello?”

You hear a loud exhale on the other end of the phone before you hear Chris’ tired voice, “Baby, hi.”

You tense up slightly before asking, trying to seem nonchalant, “What’s up?”

“Have you watched the news today?”

You bite your lip, thinking, before replying, lying through your teeth, “No, why? What’s going on?”

Chris sighs again before answering, “Nothing, it’s fine. How was your day?”

You roll your eyes. Was he seriously not going to say anything?

“Fine, but it’s really late and I have to get up early tomorrow so good night.”

You hang up the phone before Chris can answer anything. You throw the phone at the end of your bed, frustrated beyond belief.

You continue to read the Daily Mail article as you hear a message coming in. You don’t bother to get up to pick up your phone as you see the message appear on your computer screen a couple of seconds later.

chris💙, 11:01pm:

Good night baby girl. Good luck tomorrow🤍

You groan loudly at his message. Even when he had pissed you the fuck off, his words still brought butterflies to your stomach.

You disregard his message and finish reading the article. You roll your eyes as you close your computer and get up to put it on the hotel desk. As you’re walking back to bed, you take your phone from the end of the bed and put it on its charger, ready to go to bed.

You’re not sure how you manage to fall asleep that night as your mind swirls with unending thoughts.

When your alarm wakes you up at 6am the next day, you feel groggy, having slept very badly last night. Which was to be expected.

You get up and change while eating a protein bar before heading to the hotel gym: you needed to do something to get your energy up. Once you finish your workout, you head back to your room to get ready for the day.

When you get out of the shower, you open your computer and, having left the Daily Mail website open last night, you see a new article posted 2 minutes ago: Chris Evans and Lily James seen on a date in a London park.You groan loudly, closing your computer as you hear that your cell phone is receiving multiple texts.

You reach for your phone on the hotel desk and your eyes widen as you see your lock screen.

5 missed calls

12 messages

You open your Phone app seeing one call from Chris, two from your best friend, one from your brother and one from your mom.

You open the Messages app as a new message from your brother comes in.

will, 7:31am:

When did you break up with your boyfriend? And why didn’t you tell me?

you, 7:32am:

i didn’t

yet

will, 7:32am:

You know i’m gonna fucking murder him right?

You smile fondly at your brother’s concern, chuckling softly as you type your reply.

you, 7:33am:

as you should(:

You open the rest of your messages, mostly asking the same thing. You didn’t feel like talking about it anymore so, you ignore them until you get to your conversation with Chris.

chris💙, 5:22am:

Hey, I’m sure you’ve seen the articles by now.

I’m so sorry

Call me when you can, please. I really need to talk to you.

You bite your lip as you think about what to answer. You didn’t have the energy to deal with this right before your firm’s opening. Shaking your head, you lock your phone, putting it back on the desk, getting dressed.

As you get back to your hotel room, exhausted from your day, you hear your phone signal an incoming text for the millionth time today.

You sigh loudly: you knew it was Chris texting you again. You had been ignoring his texts all day because you didn’t want to get in a bad mood while you were opening the firm.

You put your purse and work bag on the floor, unlocking your phone. You open the conversation with Chris, scrolling through his messages.

chris💙, 6:15pm:

I’m leaving a bit earlier than I planned, I should be home tomorrow morning.

Are you back in Boston or are you gonna stay in LA?

You sigh, feeling guilty that you had been ignoring his texts all day. You start typing a reply, your finger hovering over the send button for a couple of seconds before clicking on it.

you, 6:17pm:

i’m still in san francisco i’m leaving tomorrow morning

As soon as your message goes through, you see the three dots pop up in the conversation.

chris💙, 6:17pm:

Oh my God, hi. Are you okay?

Can I call you?

You chew on your bottom lip: you really didn’t think he was going to answer that fast.

you, 6:18pm:

i’m about to take a shower then i’m gonna go to bed i’m really tired sorry

chris💙, 6:18pm:

Okay, I’m sorry

Good night

You groan loudly. You really didn’t know why you felt so guilty: he was the one running around with another woman. As you think about this, you realize that you didn’t really know who she was.

You shake your head at yourself as you pull up Google on your phone and look for her. You don’t even realize it but, 20 minutes later, you were now at the oldest post on her Instagram.

You curse at yourself, dropping your phone on your bed, and head to the shower.

You stay under the hot stream of the shower for at least an hour before you finally get out, toweling off.

You order some room service for dinner, settling down in front of a random show playing on the TV. After pushing your food around for half an hour, you sigh loudly, put the tray on the hotel desk and get under the covers before finally falling asleep.

You had not slept very well so you had been in a rush to leave the hotel and catch your flight to LAX in the morning. You were exhausted and hungry when you got to your shared LA home with Chris but there was no food in sight, considering that neither of you had been here in a couple of months.

As it was not too late in the day, you decide to take a nap and order some food after.

When you wake up a few hours later, the sun has already completely set and the house is pitch black. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and take your phone before heading to the living room to order some food.

As you enter the kitchen and are about to head to the living room, you hear a deep voice, “Hey, you’re up.”

Taken by surprise, you throw your phone in the direction of the sound and scream, “Holy shit!”

“Ow… What the fuck?”

You’re breathing heavily, clutching your chest as you turn on the kitchen lights, brightness illuminating the area as you see Chris holding the side of his head.

“Jesus Christ, Chris! You almost gave me a fucking heart attack!”

Chris rubs at his head as he looks towards you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Your heartbeat starts to slow down as you roll your eyes.

“What are you even doing here?”

Chris frowns and replies, “Well, you never told me where you were going to be but when I got back to Boston and you weren’t there, I assumed you were coming here.”

You groan silently, crossing your arms over your chest and raising your eyebrows,

“So, London seemed to be very fun.”

Chris shakes his head, looking up at the ceiling, before making eye contact with you, “I didn’t know that’s what the trip was about.”

You chuckle humorlessly, “Really, Chris? Since when do you go on trips, not knowing what they’re about?”

Chris exhales loudly, taking a couple of steps towards you, “I promise that I didn’t know. Megan planned everything and just sent me the info.”

You snort loudly, rolling your eyes. Chris frowns before asking, “What?”

“Megan, Chris? Really? She fucking hates me, of course she would pull a stunt like this.”

Chris frowns again, shaking his head, “What are you talking about? She doesn’t hate you.”

You laugh, this time, actually finding this funny, “Chris, she literally called me a walking disaster.”

Chris struggles to find an answer to that: he knew that Megan used this exact kind of formulation so he couldn’t deny it.

“And you know what? It’s fine. Maybe you really should be dating her instead of me.”

Chris’ face contorts in a mix of hurt and anger, “Why the fuck would you say something like that?”

“Because it’s true, Chris. She’s better for you. She’s actually your age, not a fucking child compared to you. She can give you the things you want from life that I can’t. Maybe it’s better that way.”

“What way?”

You shrug your shoulders, looking at your feet, mumbling, “If we weren’t together.”

Chris scoffs, “You literally have to be kidding me.”

Chris takes large steps, making his way towards you and takes your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Y/N, I’ve told you before and I will tell you again. I do not give a shit about your age. And I thought you didn’t either. So, what’s the problem here?”

You bite your bottom lip nervously, “Because what if what Megan said is true? I mean… If people find out that we’re dating, the shit talking would never stop. I can’t do that to you.”

Chris sighs, enveloping you in a hug.

“Baby, it doesn’t matter. None of it matters if we’re not together.”

He lets you go, stroking your cheek, “You’re it for me. There is no one better for me than you. And no one is going to take that away from us. Not you. Not Megan. And certainly not my fans. If they love me as much as they say they do, then they’ll respect you.”

You chuckle slightly, “Chris, I don’t know what kind of fantasy you live in, but in real life, that’s not how things go.”

“Okay, but who cares? There’s two people in this relationship, you and me. Not you, me, Megan and my fans.”

You scoff, mumbling, “Yeah, tell Megan that.”

“I will. The same goes for her. I didn’t know she actually meant those things about you and I’ll tell her that she needs to knock that shit off.”

You sigh, nodding slightly, “Okay.”

“And, baby, I’m sorry.”

You furrow your brows, trying to understand, “I never should have agreed to Megan’s little plan thing. But, most importantly, I should have told you as soon as I knew. It’s just that I kinda owed Lily a favor and she needed this. But it doesn’t erase the fact that I should have been honest with you and I’m sorry I wasn’t.”

You sigh, “I know, it’s okay. I knew this kind of thing could happen when I decided to be with you, and I overreacted a bit so I’m sorry too. I knew it wasn’t true and I should have asked you about it instead of ignoring you. I just… couldn’t let go of the fact that maybe you should be with her.”

Chris shakes his head, “I shouldn’t. And I never will be.”

Chris laughs a bit before continuing, “Sorry, but you’ll have to try harder to get rid of me.”

You laugh loudly, throwing your head back. Looking back at Chris, you smile warmly before hugging him,

“I love you, Chris. Like, a lot.”

Chris chuckles, squeezing you tighter, “I love you too.”

[loverboy-ish-archive]

ok hi got back from watching Smile 2022 and it... was... a movie. :/ i don't fully regret going to watch it bc at least i'm doing Something with my time but like... some things bothered about it like i knew it would.

alright so spoiler-free warnings:

ableism. saw this coming a mile away bc the main character's a doctor so :/ although i will say it came from some of the characters saying ableist shit ("mental cases") rather than the actual narrative's message. ... I think. i don't know if the movie was going for an actual message or just Being A Horror Movey.

suicide. first scene (aftermath), hospital scene (happens on-screen And You Can See It), and others of other people (mentioned, shown post-mortem, one video that is Also Graphic).

gore and body horror.

animal death.

alright so. spoiler-filled territory under the cut (+ some more clarification, i guess. mention/implied past child abuse).

this movie made me mad actually quite early on lmao. there is one patient, Carl (who isn't affected by the curse, so he lives he's. Alive), and the interview Rose (the main character) had with him just felt... :/ "i know these things feel real but they can't hurt you" sort of end to their "conversation" idk that feels... like she's a bad doctor like c'mon that's not fucking helping "it's all in your head" type of bullshit.

and, again, other forms of ableism -- other characters calling Rose's patients "mental cases" and the like. -_- was that Fucking Necessary. i mean i GUESS it lends to #realism and possibly even a hint of a critique or an indication to the otherwise uninformed audience that the mental health industry is kinda shit + people should be, idk, nicer or w/e. i'm not gonna give it that much credit.

i don't think the Graphic On-Screen Suicide was necessary. i know it's a horror movie but like. man? on top of that there's also photographs of suicide aftermaths + one video of a suicide in progress. which... alright i guess they're not As Bad.

more petty i guess + poking at plot-holes but: Rose kinda annoyed me. just as a person. girl i know you're running on No Sleep At All + So Much Fear + Trauma but why would you show THOSE photos to your sister. ok tbf she's dealing with it (Badly) so i might not be entirely fair to her (and there was one scene where she was being a bit daft but it was a Dream All Along) but still. yeah idk i'm sorry Rose nvm (but also. the photos. why're you telling your SISTER THIS. C'MON.)

on a neutral note: i was Not expecting an actual monster reveal. the design for the creature at the end (at the Very End, not the Mom Creature) was interesting + tied in with the title, i'll give it that.

on a positive note? i guess? maybe it did have something to say-- mental health is a Thing, you can't really completely heal from trauma (and even guilt -- because Rose, at ten years old, let her mother die -- tbf she was scared of the woman), but you can try to move on with your life and heal as best you can. kinda undone by the ending tho, bc it IS a horror movey and they LOVE twist endings. ah well. btw i did guess it as one of a few possible endings.

the characters... i thought they were fine enough. rose's boyfriend/fiance, trevor, felt kinda flat -- or more like a stock character i guess, Boyfriend Who Doesn't Believe Girlfriend -- which :/ sucks (Even tho it'd be difficult to believe All That LMAO but still tho). ummm the relationship between rose + holly felt real to me, or at least believable. idk i don't Know shit like this + i'm not very coherent LMAO. uhhh i liked rose's therapist, she felt normal + realistic to me.

honestly i think apart from the things that Annoyed + Concerned Me it was an ok horror movie. i'd probably watch a sequel. i wouldn't recommend it tho :/

idk if anyone else has seen it lmk what u think (But also don't feel Pressured to see it.) bc maybe i'm being too harsh on it bc i only just got back like... idk 30 or so minutes ago LOL

[babeydollx]

Love Letter Part 3 {JJ Maybank}

TW: mild cursing

Pairings: JJ Maybank x f!Reader

Word Count: 1469

Summary: In the note you wrote to JJ you lied about when you were going to be coming home so you could surprise him.

a/n: Sorry this took so long to publish besties :(

Your dad was driving you home from the airport. You and your parents had came back to Outer Banks about 30 minutes ago but were just coming into Kildare Island now. You were happy to be home. You were excited to see your friends John B, Kiara, Pope, and Sarah but, You were even more excited to see your boyfriend JJ.

You and JJ had not seen each other in a little over two months. You missed him like crazy, and you knew he felt the same way. The two of you would write, call, text, you would use anything you could to get in contact with each other.

"Dad.. do you mind just dropping me off at John B's?" You asked.

"Why not just come home with us sweetie? You can always see.... you're friends later." Your father said.

Your father did not like that most of your friends were Pogues. You could really couldn't give a fuck about what he thought about your friends though. They were your best friends.

Actually... they were your family.

You don't know what you would do without them. You didn't like most of the Kooks. A lot of them were stuck up and basically just dumbasses blinded by there money. You weren't that way though. JJ was skeptical about you when you first started hanging out with them. Kiara had introduced you to them. You and Kiara had been friends forever and she wanted you to be part of there friend group.

You were happy to meet her friends but, JJ was the only issue. At first he hated you. Kinda funny how he went from hating you to being in love with you. It's crazy the things love can to do a man.

"Well dad... I've been with you and mom for the past 2 months. I haven't got to see my friends in so long.. please?" You begged.

"I-" Your dad sighed.

"Honey... just let y/n go see her friends. She's right. She has been cooped up with us for the past two months." Your mother said.

"Fine.. be back by 10 though." Your father said. "Your mother and I wont be home because we are celebrating our return with some friends and colleges but that does not excuse you from break curfew." Your dad said.

"I'll be home by 10 I promise." You said.

"Alright." Your father said changing the direction he was going in. Your father really hated driving around in The Cut. He has never liked The Cut, or Pogues. He never had any sympathy for them. Some of them can bad yeah, example being Barry, but you friends were good people. They always looked out for you.

Your dad pulled into John B's driveway. "Here we are sweetheart. And remember. Home by 10." Your father said.

"I know.. I know. Love you dad. Love you mom." You said getting out of the car with your smaller bag that had all the stuff you needed in it.

Your parents pulled out and left as you quietly snuck inside. You saw Pope, John B, Sarah, and Kiara were out on the hammocks. You decided to just wait inside, knowing they would come in soon.

"I want to go down to the beach, it would be fun." Sarah said.

"I mean.. it is a nice day.. it would be a nice day to surf and stuff." Pope said.

"I'm down." Kiara shrugged getting up. "I'll text JJ and tell him to me us there." She said.

"Alright, let's go, I just need to grab a few things from the house." John B said getting up and he walked inside, Kiara, Pope, and Sarah following him in.

You were sitting on the couch. When you saw them come in a smile spread across your face. The four of them walked in and saw you then froze.

"Hey guys.." You smiled.

"Omg y/n!" Sarah yelled happily and ran over hugging you.

"Hey Sarah." You laughed. Kiara ran over too hugging you and Sarah.

"I thought you were still suppose to be gone for another month? That's what JJ told us." Pope chuckled walking over and the two of you hugged.

"I lied. I wanted to surprise him." You chuckled. John B hugged you too.

"Oh alright. Well all of us are going down to the beach together, I believe JJ is going to meet us down there, wanna come with us? You could surprise him there." John B chuckled.

"Sure.. I could never say no to you guys." You chuckled.

~Time-lapse to when you and the Pogues get to the beach~

"JJ is almost here." Kiara said.

"Okay good, y/n we need to hid you somewhere." Sarah said.

"Okay where?" You asked.

"She can hid in the back of the van, then when JJ comes we can say the beer is back there and ask him to go grab it." John B said.

"Good idea, let's do that." Sarah said.

"Well, JJ is going to be here any second so you better go hide y/n." Pope said. You nodded and ran off to the van and got in the back. You stayed low just so JJ wouldn't be able to see you when he came by.

You could hear everyone's voices a little in the distance.

"Hey guys, I'm here!" JJ said as you could hear him walk by the van down to the others.

"Hey JJ!" Kiara said.

"Actually... before we start, the beer is in the van. Mind if you get it J?" John B asked.

"Yeah sure." JJ nodded and headed to the van. The four of them high-fived and chuckled quietly, happy and excited that the plan is working.

JJ opened the van door and was about to grab the beer when you jumped up.

"Surprise!" You giggled.

"I-" JJ stood there shocked, then a smile grew on his face. You giggled and jumped into his arms.

"Oh my god! Y/n I'm so happy to see you.. I thought you weren't going to be back for another month." JJ said holding you tightly.

"I wanted to surprise you." You giggled and kissed his cheek.

"Well I am surprise." JJ laughed and kissed you softly. You hopped off him and helped him grab the beer and the two of you carried it down to the others.

~Later in the evening~

Youlooked at your phone to check the time. "Shit it's 9:30 I have to be home by 10." You said.

"It's ok, I think we are all ready to pack up and go home." Pope said.

"Okay." You nodded and turned to JJ. "Want to stay at my place for the night?" You asked.

"I- but your dad?" JJ said.

"It's ok.. my dad is staying out late, he probably won't be home until after 12 AM. He wouldn't bother to check on me because he would assume I would be sleeping." You said.

You giggled and pulled him close and whispered. "That would also mean we would have some time for ourselves." You said and winked. JJ smirked.

"I- ew... guys we can still hear you." John B said. You chuckled and grabbed your stuff. You and JJ said by to everyone else and the JJ drove the two of you to your place.

You unlocked the door and went inside locking the front door again after JJ came in. You texted your dad to let him know you were home and to say goodnight. JJ picked you up making you giggle.

He carried you up to your room then laid you down on your bed hovering over you. You giggled and played with his hair. "I missed you so much.." You smiled.

"I missed you too.." JJ said planting a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you.." You giggled.

"I love you too princess." He smiled.

"So what now?" You giggled playing with his hair more.

"Mmm.. I have a few ideas." JJ smirked and kissed you.

a/n: Ik I robbed y'all lmao. I hope you guys enjoyed this 3-part story. Sorry it took so long to release the last part. There is more stories on the way. Don't forget to check out my TVDU Imagines, I have a story about Enzo and Damon coming out on that one, and my Riverdale Imagines, I have a scary story since we are in spooky season about the reader and Jughead that will be broken up into parts. If you have any suggestions or request please feel free to share them, I would love to hear them babes. xoxo Lil Bunnie <3

[damnlance]

Klance angsty prompt 6 please 👀

Klangst Prompt #6

6. “You’ve never hurt me. Ever”

Summary: Lately, Lance has been stressed beyond the point of breaking… The end of the war was 3 years ago and yet, it’s not enough time to pass for Lance to feel better. Not even close. Everyone has always called him a hero. And since the day they landed back on earth, everyone has gone so far to ask for photos and autographs and all that. These days Lance is sick of it.

Or; the pressures of being the ‘savior of earth’ has been building up inside of Lance, causing him to erupt on any and everyone.

Good thing he has his amazing boyfriend.

-there’s a slow start, but I PROMISE it’s klance so just keep reading!

-also galra (kitten) Keith ?? I love him

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It all started with a fangirl just a few weeks ago.

Lance decided to walk to his favorite coffee shop one chilly afternoon. He woke up really late and was immediately craving something sweet yet bitter. And since he lives with most of his family, running out of coffee five days after buying a brand new pack of it is very common, especially when no one wants to buy more for whatever reason.

So there Lance was, walking down the street. Hands tucked into his blue lion hoodie (thanks to all the merch the fans of voltron have made over the years), making his way to the closest coffee shop near his home. And then he hears the high pitched squeal of a girl at least 10 feet away from him. Then 9 feet.. then 6.. then 4 because she’s literally running at him with the speed of a hundred cheetahs chasing a gazelle until she’s right there, face to face with Lance.

“Oh my god!!” She yelled, jumping up and down like some 5 year old girl getting a puppy. She was about 5’7, short brown hair and huge blue eyes that almost resembled Lance’s. She wore this giant faux fur coat and beanie to match, and her phone was IN LANCE’S FACE.

She was all over him and it was attracting others to stare their way. Lance tried to calm her down by smiling and using a little of his charm but it was just making the girl fangirl even more. So he took a picture with her to be on his way before the coffee shop got too busy. But she wouldn’t back off. Apparently she wasn’t satisfied with the picture, something about how her eyes were closed? Or how blurry it came out? Lance couldn't remember, he just wanted his coffee.

The girl kept hounding him and following him, demanding that he retake the picture with her. Lance let her down easy, saying how he needed to be someplace important and that he was running late. The girl kept pushing him. Following his every move, right on his heels. Begging, pleading with him to take more pictures because she ‘needed them,’ whatever that meant. Lance tried his hardest to be nice and polite because as a former paladin of voltron and as one of seven someone’s who have saved the entire universe, his image is everything. Without him or his former paladins, there would probably be no earth. So he stopped in his tracks and took a better picture with the girl.

He felt good to see her happy because of something that he had done. Plus he looked really good in that picture, who knew the earth’s natural lighting at 1pm could make his skin look so smooth? Once he gave his approval of the better pic, he was on his way again, hoping that the line to the coffee shop wasn’t even longer now. As he started to fast walk down the busy sidewalk, something yanked him back by the neck and he came crashing down. Literally. He fell right back on his ass and when he looked up, this same crazy girl was looming over him like a mad woman. With his blue hand-knit wool scarf dangling from her grabby hands. The anger that had been simmering in Lance’s gut was at a full blown boil and he was just about ready to explode. So.. he kinda did..

Long and embarrassing story short, Lance yelled at her. He snatched his blue scarf out of her hands so fast, it scared her, and as he rubbed his most likely bruised tailbone, he got in her face and began blaming her for the world's most horrible fan interaction. He was so angry, that he balled his fists, stomped his foot and had veins protruding out of his neck and forehead. He called her names and most likely spit in her face, but he didn’t care. And when he was done, he took a step back and examined the girl in front of him. She was folded in on herself, holding her arms close to her body as her bottom lip quivered and fat, giant tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked so.. mortified. And actually.. scared of him. Like if Lance were to say anything or move a muscle, she’d flinch.

Seconds later, Lance’s face softened into something regretful and he went out to reach for her, to apologize. But, like he knew she would, she flinched. And then hurried away like he was a mad man. All the while crying and clutching her phone to her chest. Lance felt absolutely demolished inside. He tried to go after her but his feet were glued to the cement of the sidewalk. He didn’t even want his coffee anymore.

Thankfully, there were no viral videos or photos or posts about the incident. Lance ended up tracking the girl down a few days later and showered her with all the love he could muster, even taking as many pics as she wanted and liking them on Instagram when she tagged him. But.. something inside him still felt so horrible about the incident. For a moment, Lance had realized that he genuinely hurt that girl for no real reason. He just wanted some coffee but is coffee more important than the people who are thankful and want to show their gratitude for him for everything he did with voltron? If the roles were reversed and he stayed on earth, he would be bending over backwards to let all the paladins know just how thankful he was to live another day on their planet. That girl probably had family, friends, maybe a spouse and kids, and in the midst of that horrible battle 3 years ago, she most likely thought that one of those days would be her last with them.

It broke Lance’s heart thinking about it. He really hurt her. Sure, he made it right and she forgave him, but in that single moment, he actually hurt someone enough to make them cry, to make them run away from him. It was a terrible feeling. It wasn’t Lance. He never wanted that to happen again.

And at the same time.. he.. kinda never wanted to be the savior of earth. Not really.. he just wanted to feel like he had a place in the universe, and to know that he played an important role. That he mattered.

Guess he really matters now..

He sends a long text to Keith with shaky hands.

Message delivered..

The second he walked through the door, his phone rang. It was a three-way call with Hunk and Pidge. Lance pressed the green button to answer and placed the phone to his ear. Immediately, Hunk starts going on and on about how much he misses Lance and when the next time they’ll see each other will be. Lance smiled at his best friend’s inability to ever take a breath between sentences and replied with a warm ‘I miss you too, buddy.’ They got to catching up as Lance ordered his garlic knots and sat down at a private booth near the back of the place. He didn’t want to draw any attention to himself, especially when he got the call from his best friends.

Hunk tells him all the great things that’s been happening at the Garrison and even on the Atlas. He tells him how his restaurant is doing and how his family is doing and how Shay is doing. Pidge catches him up on things with her family, some new inventions she’s been working on, and how being the youngest teacher at the Garrison is going. Lance listens and gives his two cents on everything his friends tell him and honestly, he couldn’t be more happy for them. The way they were able to just get their lives together 3 years after the war is.. incredible. It made him think about everything he’s done since the war ended. Which wasn’t much.. he took over his family’s farm and brought it back to life, he helps out Colleen, Pidge’s mom, with medicine and finding cures to strange space illnesses with plants she has him grow on his farm, and his family’s market wouldn’t be as popular or swarming with business if he didn’t work there. Sad but true. And that’s really it. He hasn’t done much else. Nothing life changing or breathtaking like his friends.

But Hunk and Pidge don’t need to know that. So he simply replies with: “Oh, ya know.. same old, same old,” and hopes it works enough to keep the conversation flowing and follow up questions at bay. It does.

30 minutes into their conversation and Lance is starting to feel a little.. agitated. With the garlic knots consumed and digesting in his stomach, he sits in the booth, alone, listening to his friends go on and on and on about their perfect jobs and their perfect little lives. He gets lost a few times and at one point has literally no idea what they’re talking about. When he tries to ask what or who or even get the slightest details, Pidge lets out a sigh that Lance can’t help but feel like is out of annoyance. Lance sighs back and continues to stay silent because obviously he’s not getting anywhere. Why even bother putting him on a call that Hunk and Pidge could have just had on their own??

Balling his fist, Lance let out a loud, overdramatic sigh. He didn’t care if his friends heard it or how they took it. He was upset. The conversation between his two friends comes to a halt and then awkward silence. Pidge is the first to speak up with a:

“Something you wanna add, Lance?” The annoyance in her voice is very much there and Lance doesn’t miss it. He scoffs loudly and grits his teeth.

“No.” He says, voice deepening in anger.

“Oh really?” Pidge asks, poking the sleeping bear that lies dormant in lance. “Cause it sure sounds like it to me. Why don’t you stop being such a fucking child and tell us what’s bothering you this time??”

Lance damn near growls.

The line has gone quiet now. Hunk’s unsteady breathing is audible but other than that, silence. Lance digs his nails into the skin of his palms and tries to keep the angry tears in his eyes from falling down his cheeks. With a deep shaky breath, he smiles through the pain.

“You know what, Katie,” Lance spits and it makes Hunk gasp. “Fuck YOU and this stupid, shitty attitude you have all the time!”

“Oh, god..” Hunk winces.

“I don’t know what the actual fuck crawled up your ass,” Lance continues, “but I’m sick of it! I've been sick of it for years! I’m sick of keeping my mouth shut and quite frankly, I’m sick of YOU!”

Lance is standing up out of his seat now. His chest heaves up and down as the angry tears have fallen past his face and down his neck. His voice is two octaves deep from anger and the skin of his palm is bloody from how hard he’s digging his nails into it. The place has gone quiet now and Lance can feel multiple pairs of eyes on him. So much for not drawing any attention to himself.

The line is quiet. Then, the sound of a huff of breath. A small laugh.. And then:

“Wow. Nice one, McClain..” Pidge’s voice is small, but so full of something. “Go screw yourself, you asshole.”

The call ends. Whether Pidge or Hunk ended it, is unclear.

Minutes pass, and Lance is still standing in the same place with the phone to his ear. Tears are running down his face, and his Altean marks are buzzing so loud in his ears. His heart is pounding in his ribcage and ice cold sorrow runs through his veins..

He sends a long text to Keith with shaky hands.

Message delivered...

Now, exactly 3 months since that little incident, Lance sits alone in his home. In his childhood bedroom he can’t seem to rearrange because he’s still holding out hope that one day he’ll turn back time and be his child self and get a redo on his life. But hey, it’s better this way. After the whole dilemma with Pidge, Hunk tried to call Lance to help but ended up getting his feelings hurt. Yep. By Lance. Because Lance is a big jerk and can’t stop hurting everyone around him.

So he hasn’t talked to Pidge or Hunk since then. Mostly out of guilt and shame because those two are supposed to be his bestest friends and he hurt them. Nothing he could say or do could make up for his selfish mind and stupid mouth. Lance had this whole plan to go to Shiro about it, to get his advice so Lance could make it all better.

But Pidge being Pidge.. texted the whole thing in their group chat and.. well.. everyone saw it. Shiro, Hunk, Matt, even Keith possibly! It got so bad that Lance’s phone kept going off with alerts from everyone asking what happened and what he said. Curtis tried calling him and left a few messages. Shiro left him a long voicemail. And of course the word traveled so fast that it reached New Altea and Coran got involved. Which caused Romelle to be involved, too. She gossiped to Acxa, who told her girlfriend, who happens to be Lance’s sister, Veronica. Veronica blabbed to Rachel, who blabbed to Marco, who blabbed to Luis.. who blabbed to Lance’s dad.. WHO BLABBED TO LANCE’S MOM. And boy did she have some interesting words for him in the SEVEN, LONG voicemails asking exactly ‘what happened’and ‘why The Holt siblings were so angry with him.’

Everything escalated so fast. Lance can’t even remember what he said. Or why he said it. Since the war ended, it’s been so hard on him. Sure, it’s been hard on everyone, but for Lance it’s been different. Everyone looks up to him for some reason and expects him to do so good and be the hero they all think he is, when in reality? He was just a leg…

Exactly what did he gain from being a paladin of voltron anyway?? Get banged up and bruised almost everyday he was out there? Have people on his case, constantly reminding him how unimportant he was to the team? Pointing out all of his flaws and mistakes and focusing on those when there’s a million other good things he’s done that towers over all the bad shit?? Sure, he returned home to his family who he literally missed and cried for every single day, but he lost the love of his life in the process.

To put it all out there, Lance didn’t really gain anything. He got to travel through space, which was his dream since he was a little kid, and then space chewed him up and spit him out as some fake hero with PTSD and other trauma that will haunt him for the rest of his pathetic life.

So.. these past 3 months.

Lance has been sitting up in his childhood room.

Wishing he could use the power of Altea or something to turn back time.

And be his younger self.

His innocent self.

His happier self.

Back when he wasn’t so fucked up and had dreams and goals.

Back when everyone was proud of him.

Back to when he didn’t know who Allura was or that she even existed. Back to when Voltron didn’t exist either and everything was fucking fine.

Staring up at his ceiling, Lance counts the glow in the dark stars that he’s had up there since he was six years old. Somehow they’re still glowing and Lance is thankful for that because at 3 in the morning when the world is fast asleep and everything is pitch black, he could use the light.

It comforts him. Reminds him of a simpler, more happier time in his life.

Something sharp digs through Lance’s chest as he stares at those fake neon stars, and it hurts really bad. His breathing begins to quicken, matching the beat of his heart, and a lump finds its way up his throat. Tears pool in the rim of his eyes and spill down the corners, streaming down the sides of his face.

And they don’t stop. The stars get blurrier as Lance’s breathing gets heavier. His body begins to tremble with every hiccup of a sob that pours out of him and he’s crying so hard that his brain throbs in his head.

He curls in on himself in his bed and wraps his arms around his torso, crying uncontrollably into his space themed pillow. His Altean marks begin to buzz and glow and he can’t bring himself to care because all he wants to do is disappear.

Disappear from this game called life.

He types a text to Keith with teary eyes and a quivering bottom lip.

Message.. deleted…

As 3 in the morning turns to 4, a pod lands in the grass just a couple yards away from Lance’s farm. Boot covered feet step out of said pod and touch the wet grass waiting for them. It’s still dark out and the only light visible are the fireflies that buzz around a pair of cowboy booted feet. Those booted feet begin to walk, carrying a tall, broad, raven haired stranger up a hill to Lance’s home. The frogs and crickets seem to grow louder as the stranger in black cowboy boots makes their way to the front porch and pulls back the creaky screen door to a cold, locked doorknob. A set of keys are pulled out and a specific blue key is pushed inside the lock, turning and unlocking the door. The stranger walks in and is instantly met.. with..

Crying??

“H-Hello??” The stranger calls out. “Lance?”

The crying stops.

It’s dead quiet..

The door shuts on its own and the echo around the house is eery.

Light footsteps descend the stairs and before they know it, the stranger is being tackled to the ground in a bear hug.

“Ah-! Lance!?” They yell as the duffel bag from their hand falls to the ground.

“Keith!!” Lance yells out, voice rasped from endless crying.

Keith can immediately hear it and wraps his arms around Lance so tight, holding him close. His eyes glow yellow, something that usually happens out of fear, anger, or protectiveness, and his lips protrude to make way for his double set of fangs that are ready to bite any and everyone.

“Lance!” Keith tries to sit up but is pinned to the ground with all of Lance’s dead body weight. “Lance, honey, are you hurt? What’s wrong??”

A hand through curly brown locks and Lance’s crying dies down. He snuggles his face into Keith’s neck and hiccups through a response. Something too incoherent for Keith to make out, but he feels it has something to do with why he was told to go home ASAP.

A few weeks ago, Keith was contacted by Acxa via video chat. They talked and caught up for a few minutes before Acxa told Keith the real reason for her call. She explained that Veronica was having a tough time reaching out to Lance and that he might be in some kind of trouble. Not knowing the full extent of the story, Acxa only told Keith what she heard from Veronica and others. Fearing the worst, Keith packed up his shit and set a course for Earth as fast as he could.

Unfortunately, there were some setbacks on his way over where he had to make a few stops to tend to aliens in need because after all, that’s still his job as a blade member, but when that got finished, Keith hightailed it over. His Galra instincts wouldn't allow him to stay away for much longer anyway and having accepted his galra side a long time ago, it would have been best for everyone to let him go home.

Keith now lays in Lance’s bed, every inch of Lance’s body wrapped up around him like a snake. Keith strokes Lance’s hair soothingly and holds him close to his chest, right over his beating heart. A deep, soothing purr emits itself from Keith’s body and calms Lance’s nerves right down to the bone. Keith knows how much Lance adoreshis Galran features and at this point, Keith would do absolutely anything for Lance to feel better.

They talked about everything that happened and are now in the cuddle stage. Lance has his eyes shut, listening to Keith purr just for him. Long limbs wrapped around every inch of his boyfriend while Keith’s long nails scratch at his scalp, life is so good.

Life is so good with Keith around.

“So,” Keith says, voice as calm as ever. “What exactly did Pidge say?”

“Oh,” Lance answers, his voice quiet as a mouse. “You didn’t see the messages in the group chat?”

“No.” Keith shrugs, laying his cheek against Lance’s forehead. “Been kinda busy.. And I actually don’t understand how a group chat works.”

That rises a chuckle out of Lance as he sits up a bit to reach for his phone on the bedside dresser.

“Idiot,” he whispers with a small smile on his face and it makes Keith light up, his purring becoming a bit louder.

Lance lays back on Keith’s chest as he scrolls through the messages on his phone. When he finds the message from Pidge, Lance clears his scratchy throat and sniffs.

“From Pidgeotto,” he starts, looking at Pidge’s name in their ✨Paladudes✨ group chat. “Just an FYI lance is a.. a total fucking jackass and I am no longer friends with him..”

Keith immediately frowns at that.

Lance continues. “He can suck my big toe for all I care. I’m done with him. Have fun being a lonely loser @LanceyPants.”

“What the fuck?” Keith says, eyes glowing yellow in the dark room. “Why would she say that!?”

Lance shakes his head, tears forming in his eyes again. “Because she was right. I am a jackass..”

“Lance, no!” Keith sits up, bringing Lance with him. They sit side by side as Lance holds himself and looks down at his space blanket. He shrugs once and sniffs.

“Keith, stop,” he says, wiping a tear from his eye. “Look, I said some very hurtful things to her and she lashed out in a perfectly normal way..”

“Normal!?” Keith scoffs, grabbing Lance’s phone and rereading the message again. “Jackass? Loser?? Come on, Lance, she’s completely bullying you and you know it!”

Lance whips around with an angry expression on his face “Because I deserve it!”

The room grows quiet. Keith takes a deep breath and reaches over to grab Lance’s shoulders.

“Calm.” He says, taking a deep breath for Lance to mimic. Lance takes a deep breath with him and lets it out. Keith begins to purr again and it calms Lance even more.

“I.. Sorry..”

Keith nods. He reaches up to cup Lance’s cheek and rubs his thumb across Lance’s tear stained eye.

“You know I would never hurt anyone on purpose..” Lance sniffs. “That’s not who I am. I’m just.. I’m tired of being this symbol of everything strong and good and brave.”

“Mhm,” Keith rubs Lance’s back, leaning in closer to him to nuzzle his forehead. Lance nuzzles back and Keith’s purrs.

“I keep.. I keep hurting everyone I care about..” Lance whispers in a voice so low and fragile, it nearly shatters Keith’s heart.

“That’s not true.” Keith pulls back a little to look into Lance’s teary blue eyes. “Lance, you are the most incredible, selfless, honest person I’ve ever known. You are strong and good and brave even if you don’t mean to be. Or want to be.”

Lance pulls away and stares at his hands. Keith keeps his eyes focused on Lance.

“I know you think you hurt that fangirl from a few months ago.” Keith continues. “Or Pidge. Or Hunk. Or your parents or friend or family or whoever, but you could never hurt anyone.”

“Yeah, right,” Lance shakes his head. “I already did. I hurt everyone.”

“And even if that’s true,” Keith grabs Lance’s hands in his own, “which it’s not, you’re not doing it on purpose. You have a right to your own feelings! And you have a right to speak your mind.”

“And what if that hurts people??” Lance looks up and meets teary eyes to indigo ones. “What if I accidentally hurt my mama or my sisters or brothers, or nieces and nephews because I can’t be who they want me to be, who they think I am!?”

“Lance,” Keith shakes his head.

“What if I hurt you???” Lance’s eyes go wide. He looks Keith up and down and exhales a panicked breath. “God, Keith.. wh-what if I hurt you??”

“Oh, Lancey,” Keith sighs that lovey-dovey sigh where his eyes go all big and black like a cat’s, and the purr in his chest gets louder. “You’ve never hurt me. Ever.”

Lance stares into Keith’s eyes like they’re his lifeline.

“B-but.. but what if-?”

“No more what if’s!” Keith cuts Lance off by covering his mouth with his hand. “Listen to me, Lance. Are you listening??”

Lance nods repeatedly.

“Good,” Keith smiles, all crooked and cute and beautiful. “The only person you ever need to worry about hurting is yourself.”

And there it is. The one thing Lance has been dying to hear without knowing he’d been dying to hear it. It’s like a breath of fresh air, or cool rain on a hot and sweaty day. The permission he needed but didn’t really need. He has a right to care about himself and put himself first but whenever he tries, the guilt eats him alive. Why should he care about himself when he has to care more about others???

No. That’s not the case. It’s never been the case.

“You’ve gotta stop doing this to yourself,” Keith finishes, stroking the endless sea of tears that are falling from Lance’s eyes. He strokes Lance’s glowing Altean marks and leans forward to kiss one softly. Lance trembles slightly, closing his eyes to bask in the moment.

“I’m sure Pidge has gotten over it by now,” Keith reassures. “She just has too much pride to make the first more and apologize. You know how she is.”

“Y-Yeah,” Lance hiccups, nodding.

“And Hunk?” Keith scoffs. “I bet your mailbox is full of letters from him, explaining how sorry he is and hoping you’re doing alright. You know if he can’t reach you from your phone, he has other ways.”

That makes Lance smile.

“There’s probably cookies on the way right now.” He looks into Keith’s eyes, exhaling a small laugh.

“Oh, yeah,” Keith agrees, laughing that angelic laugh and showing off his perfect pearly fangs. Lance’s heart skips a fucking beat.

“And your fangirl?” Keith’s purring stops. “Well, she never should have gotten all up in your space that’s for sure. You had every right to punch her.”

“Keith!” Lance squeaks, face contorting into shock and confusion. “I-I didn’t punch her!”

“Really?” Confusion etches itself all over Keith’s features and he puts a finger to his chin. “I could have sworn I read that in your text.”

“No way, man!” Lance defends, waving his arms around. “Why would I ever in my life-!” He stops mid sentence to see the shit-eating grin plastered on Keith’s face.

“Just kiddin, lil lady,” Keith says in his best southern accent, smiling big and wide.

Lance bursts out into a fit of laughter, hitting Keith’s chest and arms and back. Keith shields himself and laughs, grabbing Lance’s arms and bringing him down onto the mattress. They fall back with Keith looming over Lance, his long raven hair surrounding their faces.

Lance stares up into those beautiful, indigo eyes and sniffs, unable to look away. He reaches up and cups Keith’s face, rubbing his thumb over Keith’s Galran stripe.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” Keith asks in his softest voice, eyes roaming from Lance’s teary blue eyes to his luscious lips.

“Yes,” Lance nods, not even bothering to blink because if he does, he’ll miss Keith’s everything.

“Don’t let anyone get you down, my sweetheart.” Keith whispers, leaning in closer. “Ever.”

Lance nods.

“And if they do,” Keith’s face turns serious, indigo eyes going dark. “I’ll bite their throats out and hand them to you on a silver platter.”

“Keith,” Lance exhales, going red in the face and ears. “Holy shit, you can’t just say things l-like that.”

Keith’s hard demeanor falls as he giggles and leans in close. Before they close the gap between their lips, Lance whispers, “And hey. I thought pet names were my thing?”

And Keith kisses him to shut him up.

They kiss like they haven’t seen each other in years and it’s the greatest Lance has ever felt. Keith kisses like he’s starving for it, craving it so much more than air and it’s hot and powerful and so, so damn good.

Lance wraps his arms and legs around Keith’s body and kisses him back with fervor. He allows Keith to make him feel better, and kisses his pain away. Keith pulls away slowly, licking into Lance’s mouth before he does so. Lance lets out a small groan and smiles before he opens his eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers, tucking some hair behind Keith’s ear.

“I love you, more,” Keith whispers back, settling himself between Lance’s legs. “Feeling any better?”

“A little,” Lance looks away, sniffling a little. His eyes focus back to Keith’s and a small smile appears on his kiss swollen lips. “But I know a great way you can make me feel all the way better.”

“Oh, yeah,” Keith smirks, burying his face into Lance neck to start kissing slowly. “And what’s that?”

Lance giggles like a little kid, running his hands up and down Keith’s sides. When Keith pulls back, he trails his kisses up the side of Lance’s face and stops at his Altean mark.

“Make love to me,” Lance whispers, rubbing his nose against Keith’s. “Touch me all over and hold me until the sun comes up and just.. love me. Please..”

Keith’s face softens into something full of love and adoration. He moves forward to peck Lance’s lips, then his chin, and then his other Altean mark.

“Anything you want, my sweet..” he kisses Lance’s cheek. “Beautiful..” he kisses Lance’s jaw. “Amazing.. wonderful..”

“Alright, enough!” Lance laughs, slapping Keith in the back. His cheeks are on fire as he closes his eyes when Keith starts nibbling on his neck with his fangs. A chill runs down Lance’s spine and tingles to his toes, making them curl.

Keith sits up one last time and stares at Lance like he’s the world.

“I’ll take good care of you, baby.” He says with the utmost truth in his sultry voice. “I promise. We’re in this together.”

“Yeah,” Lance nods, letting his tears fall down his face and glowing Altean marks. “Together.”

And as Keith kisses Lance so lovingly, Lance can’t help but be glad that he can’t turn back time to be his younger self. Because with Keith around, he feels all the happiness in the whole world just like he did when he was young.

-END-

(send me a klangst prompt)

[joviewinchester]

“You’re absolutely positive you can’t come with me?” Y/N asked Matt.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I work that day. Maybe you can ask Ty or Stefan or something.”

“Yep. Been there done that. Stefan has plans to hang out with Caroline and Tyler has another wedding to go to by some stupid twisted chance of fate. I hate June.”

“You can…well, I’m not even going to suggest that torture.” Matt said cutting himself off.

“What? Anything is better than the torture of my family trying to set me up with someone.”

“You could ask Damon, but then again, he’s literally the worst. I guess pick your poison. Damon Salvatore or wedding set up. Personally I’d go with the latter.”

Y/N patted Matt on the shoulder and sighed. “You don’t know my family.” She exited The Grill and reluctantly drove to the Salvatore Boarding House.

She knocked, and Damon immediately opened the door. “You know, I was wondering when the tension would catch up to you.” He smirked.

“That is not why I’m here, Damon. I need a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

Y/N sighed and took a deep breath before starting her rant. “I need a date to my relatives wedding, and i’ve already asked literally everyone else i know, so i know you probably hate me, but please say yes. Otherwise they’ll try to set me up with someone, and they have awful taste.”

“And what do I get out of agreeing to this?”

“Um…I don’t know? The wedding is literally tomorrow and I have no other option so…I have no clue. Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, huh? I’ll let you know when I figure out what that is. What time does this wedding start tomorrow?”

“Wedding’s from 5:00 to 6:00 and the reception’s from 6:30 to 10:00, unfortunately, I have to help with setup, so I have to be there three hours early, it was almost five luckily I got out of that, but I’m not going to make you deal with that, so I’ll leave from there early, come pick you up around 4:30. Dress nice…but not too nice. You’re already going to outshine the groom. My cousin does not know how to pick em.”

“That was a very trivial way of you saying you think I’m attractive. I’ll be ready, and don’t think I’ll forget that you owe me.”

“I wasn’t saying that! And I didn’t think you would forget. Not even for a second. And one more thing, please don’t eat any of my relatives.”

“Oh I’m not that bad. Why would I eat one of them when I could eat you?” He said eying her from head to toe.

“Stop making everything sexual! I’ll see you tomorrow!” She exclaimed as she brushed her hair to cover her red face.

He watched her as she walked back to her car, because let’s be honest with ourselves, he loved to see her walk away, then he shut the door and poured himself a glass of bourbon.

“Did Y/N just ask you to her cousin’s wedding?” Stefan asked walking downstairs.

“Why yes she did, brother.”

“Then you’re welcome. I don’t actually have plans with Caroline tomorrow. I told her that so she’d ask you. Don’t screw it up.”

“Really Stefan? I could’ve gotten the girl on my own. I’ve had plenty of practice.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about. Y/N is different. She likes you, but she doesn’t like you just because she wants to sleep with you. She likes you because she wants to be in a relationship with you. If you don’t want that, then don’t lead her on. Promise me you won’t lead her on.”

“Do you really think that low of me, Stef?” Damon asked placing his palm over his chest.

“I won’t hurt her. Believe it or not, I actually like her, and tomorrow I’m going to be a perfect angel around her family, and she’ll have no choice but to invite me to another family event. I will be the best fake boyfriend. Mark my words.”

The next day was absolute torture for Y/N to say the least. “Y/N, Mark and Angela have to be seated near the back. They have not earned the status of front and center. Move the cards.” Her cousin, Allison, was normally really sweet, but she was an extreme bridezilla.

Y/N rolled her eyes but did as she was told. She expected for Allison to follow her every order when her wedding came around.

“So, Auntie Bethany has invited a really cool guy to set you up with. His name is Reggie and he’s so much nicer than the last one.” Allison said taking a minute to rest, which did not bother Y/N one bit.

“First of all, I’m eighteen which is freshly out of high school, I don’t know why she thinks it’s so urgent for me to settle down. Second of all, mom is going to be real disappointed because I actually have a boyfriend now and I invited him. I mentioned him a few weeks ago to you.”

“Now that you say that, I remember you mentioning it.” Yeah, she didn’t say a word, but Allison bought it and that’s all that mattered. She’d been pushing her to get a date since the wedding was announced.

“Speaking of which, it’s 4:00 and I told him I’d be there to pick him up at 4:30. You don’t mind me leaving a bit early do you?”

“No. Of course not. Chloe, Lilly, and Amy will help me finish my makeup then I should be all ready! Can’t wait to meet this mysterious boyfriend of yours.”

Y/N waved at the other bridesmaids, who all glared back at her for leaving them alone, and got in her car to get Damon. She knocked.

“Just a minute!” She heard him call. He opened the door a couple minutes later.

She smiled brightly. “You look great.” She said.

“Yeah, and you look…gorgeous. Your cousin was very generous with the bridesmaids dresses.” Damon commented.

https://shoplook.io/outfit-preview/2847398

“Come on. If we’re late I will not hear the end of it.”

Once they arrived, there were literally like five minutes till the start of the wedding. “Shit.” She muttered. “Just sit down and avoid eye contact at all costs. I really wish she hadn’t made me a bridesmaid.” Y/N muttered the last part and got to her place.

The ceremony lasted forever. The only thing that made it tolerable was watching Damon mess with the dude sitting next to him.

“Oh my god. That was literally the longest wedding ever. Why the hell did she force us to wear heels?”

“On the bright side, you were definitely the hottest bridesmaid up there.”

She elbowed his side playfully. “Oh shut up. Now come on, we need to get going. If we’re late to the reception, my mom will kill me. I haven’t even got to talk to her yet.” Y/N to practically dragged Damon to the car.

Of course the reception was about as cliche as the ceremony. It was held in a big old barn decorated with fairy lights.

“There’s my mom. Come on, act coupley or whatever, and be on your best behavior would you?”

“Oh, Y/N I’m hurt. When am I not?” He wrapped an arm around her waist.

Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling slightly at his antics.

“Hey, mom.”

Her mother looked kind of upset. “Come on, Y/N. You should’ve told me you were bringing a date. Reggie is going to be disappointed.” Her mother motioned backwards towards a guy who was already making out with another bridesmaid.

“Yeah…that him? He doesn’t seem too upset. I wouldn’t worry about it. Mom, this is Damon, my boyfriend.”

They shook hands. “Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. It’s great to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much, and can I just say, you look lovely this evening. Speaking of which, where’s the lucky man?”

“Oh, he’s just over there talking to the groom. I’m glad that Y/N has finally gotten a boyfriend. I was starting to think she was going to be single forever.”

“Mom, cool it, will you? I’m eighteen years old. I just enrolled in college. I’m not getting married anytime soon. I know that’s how people in our family usually do it, but I don’t want to be married and have three kids running around by the time I’m twenty five. Okay?”

“You may feel that way now, dear, but wait until the baby fever catches up to you.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I need a drink.” She mumbled with hostility.

“Y/N Y/M/N! You are not drinking any alcohol!” Her mother scolded after her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble. You just have fun. Raising a girl with that attitude must have kept you away from fun quite a bit.” Bethany laughed.

“You have no idea.”

Damon followed Y/N to the open bar, and found her with a wine glass filled to the very top.

“Dude, first of all you aren’t even of age, and second of all, do you really want to get drunk at a relative’s wedding? Answer, no. No you don’t.”

“You don’t know what I want, Damon. Just go charm off the pants of another middle aged woman.”

“I’m trying to be a perfect fake boyfriend so your mom will get off your back. Did you already drink one of these?” He asked taking the glass from her hands and swirling it around.

“Yeah, duh. Did you meet my mom? She makes it her mission to control every aspect of her life. I love her, but some alchohol would really help me love her even more. Here gimme that.” She said grabbing the glass from his hand. She downed the whole thing in one go as if it was just a shot glass.

“Y/F/N! No! You are banned from this bar for the rest of the night. Come on.” He hoisted her over his shoulder.

“Damon...what are you doing? You’re supposed to be the least responsible one in this fake relationship.” She whined.

“No. I’m supposed to be like a real boyfriend which means I have to keep you out of trouble and do everything I can to make your parents like me which is what I’m doing.”

“Come on. Just let me walk. I won’t do anything stupid. I promise.”

“No.” Y/N huffed.

“Fine. If you want some douchebags looking up my dress then whatever.”

“Fine! Okay fine. I’ll put you down, but only because I’m your douchebag, and I don’t want anyone thinking otherwise.”

They ran back into Y/N’s parents.

“Did you get her away from the bar before she went psycho?” Mrs. Y/L/N asked.

“No. I took away the wine glass and she took it back and chugged it.” Damon said glaring at her.

“I’m fine. See?” She walked in a straight line.

“Oh come on Bethany. Lighten up. If you think she isn’t too young to get married then don’t you think in that mindset that she isn’t too young to drink alcohol.” Her father, Chris, said.

Y/N snapped and pointed at her dad. “Yeah. He’s totally right? Ready to admit that eighteen is too young for someone to get married?”

“Fine. It’s too young. Now no more drinks for the rest of the night, missy.”

She smiled triumphantly, but then she started sulking again. “Rest of the night? As in I have to stay here for the rest of the night and not drink anything?”

“Fine. You can leave like an hour early, but come talk to me before you leave. Have fun, but not too much fun.”

Y/N smirked. “I thought you wanted grandkids?” Her dad choked on his drink.

“Y/N!”

“Kidding. I’m obviously kidding…mostly. Bye!”

“You’re a lot of fun when you’re not avoiding being killed by some type of villain. I like you when you’re not in serious mode.”

“I’m so so sorry that I don’t have any witchy woo or an immortal life, but you do have to admit, I am amazing with a crossbow.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Sure you are. Even though you’ve almost hit me multiple times.”

“Exactly. I’m amazing with a crossbow. By the way, Allison wanted to meet you. We should get that over with.”

“Okay. That was uncalled for. You can’t just change the subject after admitting to trying to murder me multiple times.”

“You would have healed. What do you want me to do? Fall at your feet like Elena?” Y/N asked clearly passive aggressive.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. Stop walking for a second. Are you jealous of Elena?”

“What?! No. Why would I be? I don’t…I don’t even like you!”

“This wedding has proved that statement otherwise. Come on. Admit it. You. Are. Jealous. You want to get with all of this! You want to go for a ride on the Salvatore train!”

“No! No! No! I don’t! I don’t like you! I don’t want you! You... you infuriate me to no end!”

“But you like that don’t you? You like it when I get you all flustered. And don’t think I didn’t catch you blushing earlier when I called myself yours, given I said I was your douchebag, but you still blushed. Not to mention the fact that you put my hand back on your waist when we were walking back from the bar. You like me.”

“No I don’t! Everything that happened here was for show! It was for show.” She defended.

“The only reason you didn’t want to invite me to this wedding is because you knew that I would get your heart racing. Yeah. I can hear that.”

Y/N ran her hands over her face in frustration. “Oh. Don’t mess up your makeup. I can do that for you later.” Damon smirked. So what? His plan to be perfect didn’t last very long, but this plan seemed to be working just fine.

“Stop. Stop saying stuff like that.” She whisper shouted.

Damon leaned in. His mouth was only inches away from her ear. “Why? Does it…frustrate you?”

Y/N gave him a glare and crossed her arms, huffing. Damon smirked. She grabbed his wrist and took him outside.

Damon still had a smug look on his face. “You wanna know how you really make me feel? Yes, Damon! Yes you fucking frustrate me! You make me question my existence on a daily basis and sometimes I even wonder why me?! Why does he like me?! I’m no Elena. I’m not the perfect annoying ass girl next door, and I still don’t know the answer, but you know what?! Since you’re deciding to push me and push me until I explode, I love you, Damon Salvatore! I fucking love you!”

After seconds of tension filled silence and staring at each other, Damon smashed his lips against hers. She immediately kissed him back. She felt his hands gradually slide further down her back, until they were groping her ass. She pushed him away out of spite. “No.” She stated crossing her arms defiantly.

“Really? You’re going to be like this? Now?”

“Yes. Yes I am. Say it back and maybe I’ll be more lenient.” She sassed.

“I thought it was a given. I’ve literally been flirting with you and pining after you for months, Y/N. Of course I love you.”

“Was that so hard?” She joked. She leaned in to kiss him again, this time resting his hands on her butt. He squeezed her ass making her gasp, and slipped his tongue in her mouth.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. This isn’t your honeymoon Y/N.” Allison had walked out of her own reception looking for her.

“Oh, shit. Sorry Alli. So what’s up?” Y/N asked slightly out of breath.

“Well, I was promised that I could meet your mystery man, but you were nowhere to be found. I decided to look for you myself. Aunt Bethany was complaining about your grandkids joke earlier. I didn’t think you were serious.” She joked.

“So, this is Damon. Damon this is my cousin, Allison.”

“Nice to finally meet you. By the way Y/N, I connected the dots, and I realized after getting out of the point where I was completely freaking out, sorry about that by the way, that this is the same Damon that you literally used to call me just to complain about on the daily.”

“Hey, now. Let’s not bring that up, especially the things that I said…” Allison cut her off.

“She used to call me and talk about how annoying you were. I believe one time she called you a flaming douche nozzle? That sounds about right. Every single call always ended with her saying he is so infuriatingly attractive. It’s not even fair.” She knew she was embarrassing her cousin, and to be honest she loved it.

“Hey! He doesn’t need an ego boost! Trust me. I would know.”

“Okay. Okay. All jokes aside, if you are leaving, your mom and dad wanted to talk to you. Oh, and I won’t tell them about this little encounter. I know how they can be.” Allison winked and walked back in the building.

“Was it just me, or did we just get permission from the bride to leave? Come on we have got to hurry up and talk to my parents so we can get out of here.”

“What’s got you in such a rush to leave?” Damon winked.

“None of that. Stop. No. No. Bad.” She said pointing her finger at him.

“Relax. I won’t be myself, but only for you.” They walked back into the reception making a bee line to her parents.

“Hey mom, we’re about to head out.”

“Y/N, your lipstick is a little smudged.” Her mom said. Damon had to look away to stop himself from laughing.

“Huh. Is it? Must’ve been from where I got a drink. Anywho I love you guys and we will see you later.”

“Wait a second. Damon would you like to come over for dinner this Friday?”

“Of course. I’d love to Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Great. We cannot wait to see you again. Alright. I won’t keep you. Have a nice night.” They both waved goodbye to her parents and headed back to the Salvatore house. They walked in, and Damon poured a couple of glasses of bourbon.

“I have been accepted by your family. I’d say this calls for celebration.”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to drink, dad.”

“Oh shut up. You can do whatever the hell you want when your parents aren’t there to witness it.” Y/N rolled her eyes, and flopped on the couch.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep no matter what you say.”

“Come on then.”

“Where?”

“If you’re going to sleep then you’re coming with me to a comfy bed, not the couch.” Instead of waiting for her to reapond or get up, he slug her over his shoulder and took her upstairs.

“Goodnight, Damon.” She said sleepily.

“Goodnight, sleeping beauty.”