#Isabel Larosa

[ponderingmoonlight]

Darlin', can I be your favorite?

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: In a world full of death and tortue, wouldn't it be the easiest to seduce a man who is able to protect you at any cost? Ryomen Sukuna definetely is exactly that. Now, the seduction part...

Warnings: no really deep plot, just some teasing and a little bit of spice here and there, language, reader trying to seduce Sukuna with literally everything lol

Inspired by the song "favorite" by Isabel LaRosa

Your mission was clear since the first time you saw him in action, felt how strong he is: Get Sukuna to fucking adore you.

It might sound ridiculous to the untrained ear. Sukuna, the king of curses, the most frightful creature walking on this planet? To even consider you’d be able to warm his heart is worth a laughter. You know exactly how all the others would react when they hear your wild plan to seduce him, to get him to catch feelings for only you.

But what better defense than having the king of curses by your side? This fucking world is nothing but a battlefield and as a jujutsu sorcerer, you’re in the middle of it. Day in day out you risk your life in order to safe others. And even though it might sound tempting to simply haunt after Gojo Satoru, it’s not the same.

No, you want Ryomen Sukuna and no one else.

Your heels click against the floor as you make your way through Shibuya’s train station, Sukuna’s fingers lying in your purse comfortably. What better way to catch a glimpse into his heart than giving him back those? Well, to be exact you don’t have a set plan apart from getting him to like you. After all, love can’t be forced, right?

Well, that skin tight dress paired with those high heels you chose for today might do that, though.

“Now, where are you Yuji?”, you mumble to yourself, eyes darting around the worn-down area.

There is no doubt in the fact that a fight occurred here not long ago. The air still smells like blood and sweat, the wall is still hot from an enormous impact. But who? Was it Yuji? You follow a trail of blood with your hips swinging from side to side. You just need to find him, need to seduce the king of curses. This is your best chance to not croak in this shitty job.

Your heels stop in their tracks.

A tuft of pink hair rests against the entrance of the rest room, so minor that you almost missed it.

Almost.

You walk towards the beat-up boy while casually inspecting him. He’s definitely alive, but barely. Yuji’s whole face is covered in multiple cuts and bruises. Who on earth did he fight against? And where is that other person? No, it’s not your responsibility to think about that right now. With a swift motion you open your purse and reveal those oh so deadly fingers.

“Now be a good boy and swallow”, you purr.

Your hand grabs his neck and yanks his head upwards while you carefully feed Yuji Sukuna’s fingers. Please, let this work. You are tired to the brim of running away, of fighting curse after curse each and every day. How about a peaceful life with Sukuna by your side? Fuck Jujutsu High, fuck Satoru Gojo. You don’t want to die before you were even able to live properly.

“Get your hands off me, human.”

For a moment, your heart skips a beat. Just one look into his red gleaming eyes and suddenly so matured face is enough for you to realize that this isn’t Yuji anymore. No, the person you are sitting on with your hand wrapped around his neck is none other than Ryomen Sukuna.

Finally.

“Oh, you’re awake. That went smoother than I thought”, you reply with a cheeky grin, not moving an inch away from him like he told you to.

“Who the hell are you, brat?”

He has definitely seen you before, you are a jujutsu sorcerer without any doubt. But why are so damn close, why does your hand wrap so delicately around his neck? Your dark eyes rest on his face unpromising, lashes hanging into your orbs seductively. What’s that supposed to be?

“My name’s whatever you make it. But how about wife?”

Sukuna isn’t able to move, let alone speak. Did you really introduce yourself to the king of curses like that? He shouldn’t waste any time, wring your neck the way you deserve it, dissolve you into tiny pieces. Who the hell do you think you are to speak to him like that? You, a puny woman? Not even the fact that you reunited him with a few of his missing fingers is enough to spare your life.

But why…Why does he still sit there like he did before, allowing your hand to rest against his neck? Why is he unable to give you a sharp answer like he always does?

“I am the king of curses”, is the only thing he’s able to press out.

“And I’ll be your girl. Deal?”

He lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, eyes scanning your features up and down. You do have a pretty decent face for a human, your delicate eyes keeping him trapped. That confidence dripping from each and every pore of yours, the way your body is so near that he’s able to hear your blood circulate…

“What the hell are you talking about, stupid girl? If I wanted to, I could kill you without even flinching. Now get off me and run for your life.”

When Sukuna finally regained his threatening voice again, he expected your heart to shiver, your body to stumble backwards until you run away. But instead, you move even closer and dare to sit on top of him, gleaming eyes now staring him into the ground while your naked thighs rub against his pants.

“But you didn’t. Think I must be your favorite.”

The fact that he didn’t kill you right on the spot when you disobeyed his order is enough proof that your plan is actually working. Yes, you managed to confuse the king of curses, to arouse his interest. Now the only thing that’s left is seducing him.

“You are annoying as hell. Now get off me, I have some work to do”, he barks back at you.

His hand grabs your wrist roughly and removes your grip around his neck. But instead of simply throwing you off him, he holds your arm in place while keeping only inches of distance.

Oh, his lips are so close that you are literally able to taste them. Just one movement, one innocent flinching of your hips above his and the gap between you both is closed.

“Are you trying to seduce me, dumb girl?”, he breathes out.

He does it so well, keeping himself cool and composed while his mind races back and forth with your intoxicating smell penetrating his nose. In his long life, there was never a woman who actually tried to seduce him. After all, he’s the king of curses, so strong because of the fact that he never felt love or affection for anyone in all those years. He’s heartless, cold, a menace. Why would a woman ever get the idea of showing him affection? He came here to kill, to destroy this fucking city and make that brat suffer.

But now there’s you.

And apparently you couldn’t care less about the fact that he’s the king of curses.

“Actually, I am”, you purr, your free hand beginning to draw small circles onto his chest.

“Why would you do something so fucking stupid?”

“I mean, you’re the strongest, right?”

He has to blink a few times, the way you look at him as if he’s the dumb one catching him completely off guard.

“I’m the king of curses”, he reminds you all over again.

“And with being your favorite, you take me places-“

“What the fuck are you talking about?”, he interrupts you roughly.

You roll your eyes in sheer annoyance, nails now digging into his chest.

“Make me your wife so I don’t die”, you finally blurt out.

Is this the reason behind your questionable action? He could have killed you right on the spot and just one look into your gleaming orbs tells him that you know that all too well. And still, you risked your life for him to protect yours. Were you really so sure you’d be able to seduce the king of curses with a lousy dress and some high heels?

“Why would I do that?”

Enough playing. He should behead you right on the spot before torturing you for the time you wasted. You aren’t even worthy to breathe the same air as him, let alone being this close to his body.

But…Why isn’t he able to simply throw you off, then? Why is he even questioning what you’re up to, replaying your words over and over in his mind?

“Because I’ll let you taste-“

Your mouth is so close to his ear that your hot breath caresses his skin while the filthiest thoughts leave you with ease. His eyes grow wider and wider with each passing second, disgusted but at the same time…

“Enough”, he hisses through gritted teeth while grabbing your shoulders roughly.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Aren’t you at least a little invested? I have a lot to offer”, you reply, ignoring his last question elegantly.

The war inside his head makes him forget that he’s actually out on a mission for a moment. You…you are so different from all those other jujutsu sorcerers, risked your puny life so that he eventually watches over you. How ridiculously brave, how fucking stupid. But still, when your gleaming eyes rest on his face like that, that oh so cheeky grin plastered on your face you make him wonder. A wife, his favorite?

Before he’s able to think straight again, a wave of freezing mist darts towards you at neck-breaking speed. His heart skips a beat, eyes darting towards Uraume who fixates you with hate dripping from every poor of her warped face.

You won’t be fast enough. No jujutsu sorcerer except for Gojo Satoru himself is able to escape Uraume’s powers when surprised. If he doesn’t react, you’ll die. But isn’t that what he wants, that you finally vanish into thin air and leave him alone? You, the girl who just claimed him as her husband only because she doesn’t want to die.

“No.”

His body moves on its own. All of the sudden he finds himself standing in front of you, his hand deflecting Uraume’s Frost Calm with ease.

“Don’t you dare to hurt her, Uraume.”

You can’t believe it, breath getting stuck in your throat. He really did save you. Even though all you did was purring at him, trying to convince him with sugary words, Ryomen Sukuna stood up for you and defended you against one of his. Out of instinct, you push your wobbly legs off the ground, excitement filling you to the brim. With that oh so cheeky smile, you wrap your arm around his and eye the person in front of you up and down innocently.

“But she…she is a human being, Master. She’s a weakling, one of your enemies”, Uraume breathes out.

“Who allowed you to speak to your Master like that? Get out of my sight and do what you were taught to.”

You watch in awe as the person standing in front of you crumbles, their hateful gaze almost piercing through you like a knife until their gone as fast as they came.

“So, I really am your favorite, huh?”, you hum.

“Shut up brat, I’m the only one who can kill you. Now get going, I have a lot of work to do.”

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[cheriepie111]

Wanna Be Your Muse

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: A master perfecting his art

Warnings: Nudity, Allusions to smut

Title is from ‘Muse’ by Isabel LaRosa

✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧

"Stay still," Benedict commanded, his voice low. He sat in front of a large sketch pad, his gaze focused on your nude form. As a model at the Royal Academy, you were quite used to being drawn in this state. You were also used to the crass comments and lewd jokes from patrons. Benedict was different though. His gaze was always adoring and his words exalting. Perhaps that was why you always let him fuck you after such sessions. 

The soft scratching of Benedict’s pencil on the paper filled the room, broken occasionally by whispered praises. Finally, he set the pencil down and ran a hand through his hair. His green eyes darted appreciatively between the paper and your body. After a few moments, he sighed deeply, beckoning you over. 

You secured your silk robe around your waist as you padded over, your arm winding its way around his neck. His work never failed to amaze you- the way he would capture the glint in your eyes, the curves and dips of your body, the sunlight weaving through your hair. He drew you with the same reverence as a Grecian goddess and you never felt more beautiful than when you sat for him. 

“Oh, Benedict,” you gasped. “It is exquisite.”

“Exquisite indeed,” he murmurs, pulling you to stand between his spread knees. His hands fly to your robe, nimble fingers working the belt. The silk pools at your feet as he quips, “I suppose it helps to have such a stunning muse.”

[ursonly-decaying]

Songs as a crush

Diet Mountain Dew

Lana Del Rey

- Definitely tries to hide it

- Convinces himself you’re not good for him every time he see you

- You are his drug he is addicted to you

- He secretly watches you and makes sure you never notice

- He would pray for you to love him

- He wonders if you and him will ever be in love

- He would steal your stuff and wrap them around his thick cock when he jerks off to you

- He would think about the way your warm pussy wrap around his length only if you were his

- He would press you to the walls in a public place and force you to moan his name over and over again until everyone knows you’re his and his only..

- He would also leave marks on you in every inch of skin, he is in love with the idea of biting you

Favourite

Isabel LaRosa

- He would call you darling

- Would hold your hand everywhere you go

- Asks you repeatedly who is your favourite person in the world, the answer has to be him

- He would also beg you to love him for as long as you live, he would have to feel your love and affection every second

- If he catches you cheating or even flirting he would drag you home and throw you onto the bed he will choke and make you promise you would be faithful. He will ram into you until his cum fills you up and your pussy is leaking with his boiling semen.

- He would force you down on his thick cock, making you swallow the whole length. He would gently wipe off the tears rolling down your cheeks then whisper things like: “be good for daddy” “doll stay still, daddy will make you feel good” “that’s what you get for being a naughty kitten”. He would then cum all over your face. The slick cum rolling down and forming a pool on the floor beneath you.

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

I had.. a vision...

[lumity-rights]

isabel larosa……u can’t do this to me

[silver-soul00]

Imagine being so sad as to create a subreddit AGAINST fans of a ship and to post screens in this manner.

You can block whoever you want but at least among yourselves try to argue sensibly please, that what I read is just crying and generalizing.

These then are the same ones who believe it was the Wenclairs who """harassed"" Jenna by sending pornographic pic made with artificial intelligence.

You say you don't "want" to be bullied but then you are the first to make such scenes.

You are not so different from the bullies who despised Isabel Larosa because she supports Wenclair or who misgendered the person who wrote the novelisation of Netflix's series.

I'm not even saying you're Weyler fans, because at this point I don't want to generalize, that I too am sick and tired of this ship war.

P.S

At the end for the second time you have shown that Eugene's character never matters in your reasoning

[lil-writer-523]

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE BOYS AND WHAT ISABEL LAROSA SONG I ASSIGNED THEM WITH NO EXPLANATION:

Honestly, Isabel LaRosa’s Songs are exactly the kind of vibes I wanna give my own version of the LADS MC, who’s a singer/dancer, so here’s each of her songs that I associate with each love interest in the game.

(PICTURES OF LADS MEN ARE FROM @chibichibi-mia THEY ARE NOT MINE!! I’m just lazy and like them, so yeah. I edited together the header, so if you want to use please just credit me.)

RAFAYEL: 𝑀𝒰𝒮𝐸

XAVIER: 𝓘’𝓜 𝓨𝓞𝓤𝓡𝓢

ZAYNE: 𝔽𝔸𝕍𝕆ℝ𝕀𝕋𝔼

SYLUS: 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙴

(Might make my next post explaining my version of MC… Maybe. Idk.)

[alreadyghostts]

favorite by isabel larosa

[cloudi-scarlett]

ɪ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ.

ᴅᴀʙɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ !ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ᴅᴀɴɪ ɪꜱ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ. ᯓᡣ𐭩

small cussing, and mention of wounds, and blood. Lmk if I missed anything! (This is not proofread.)

It’s a bit short, so I apologize.

You were his doll, his everything, he cherished you the most since he thought you were the only good thing in his life. That was until he saw you like this. Hurt, and injured. He would’ve lost it right then and there if he didn’t get you somewhere safe.

This all started due to a faulty plan Shigaraki had made. Dabi would deal with him later. This plan ended up in a full fight with Heroes. He placed you against the warehouse buildings wall, luckily he found this place. You let out a small grunt, he was searching around for abandoned first medical supplies, or even better, a first aid kit. If you looked closely at his stapled face, you can see worry in his eyes, and maybe even a little pout. He luckily found some medical supplies, no luck on the first aid.

He wouldn’t let you move, one single bit. He gently pushed you down every time you tried to lend him your help so he didn’t have to do all the work. “Lay your ass back down, Doll. I got it, it’s fine.”

When he put alcohol on your open wounds, he would whisper small praises, like how you’re doing good, but he would also scold you in the process of dressing your wounds. “I can’t believe you were so reckless. You should’ve just stayed out the way.”

Sure, it was mean, but you knew he was just caught up in the moment. He thought he had lost his Doll. Whenever he was done, he helped you stand up, he wouldn’t let you do anything on your own. Not even when you’re back at the LOV hideout. Whenever he saw you up, he totally freaked. “Sit your ass back down, woman.”

Is what he would say when making you sit down anywhere, the reason he was like this was because he hated seeing you so banged up and hurt, and he never wanted to see you like that again. Soon, when you were fully healed, he was back to his old self. <3

°˖➴ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ, ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ!! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[ninoucheuuuh]

I just wanted to do an edit about Dipcifica

[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

Gameboy

Billy Hargrove x NonBinary!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You didn't think the day could get any worse than this, but apparently you were wrong. tired from work, you came home and had to endure the shouting of your boyfriend and his little sister Maxine. Billy was going too far and you had enough.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +18 MDNI!! angst, blurb, very bad language, argue, broke-up, sigarettes, threats, intimidation, use of Y/N, no prounons NonBinary!Reader, theme about sex, theme about violence, anger issue, daddy issue, toxic relationship, bad ending. (Please be careful what you are about to read, the themes here are quite heavy and with a bad ending. If you don't feel like it, don't read, thanks)

𝐀/𝐍: My first Billy Hargrove One-Shot. I have to say that he's a character i dont have much interest to be honest, but if you want me to do more one-shots about Billy let me know! Please support new writers and reblog! Im sorry for my english, this is not my native language. Hope you enjoy! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

Fuck, fuck and fuck! You thought in your head when you wanted to scream. You had just left the bar where you worked and you could tell you had had a rough day. Your boss didn't stop tormenting you, by now you seriously thought he was mad at you. But that doesn't mean you stopped trying, moving forward and taking criticism and then improving yourself, but despite this the people around you seem bad every day.

You didn't have to think about it. Absolutely not! Now you would have gone to your boyfriend's house and he will surely console you, tell you that everything will be fine–wait...no. Absolutely not. You haven't done these things for almost two months because of your full-time job and the constant evenings where Billy went out, obviously not caring that you needed him. You tried to talk to him a couple of times to find out if something was wrong but he only answered "I'm fine, we're fine, why are you asking me?" You seriously started to think if you were the crazy one or if tiredness was playing a bad joke on you. Billy seemed calm and sees nothing wrong with your relationship. You didn't say anything. You knew the issues Billy was going through with his father lately, so you let it go and once again agreed with him, and blamed it on the stress.

You got to his door before you even knocked and Billy opened it angrily, which scared you. As soon as he noticed you he took a breath and gave you a simple "Hi" before letting you inside. It often happened that you went to sleep at your boyfriend's house, especially when his father wasn't there. As soon as you entered you felt a certain tension in the air and saw Billy take his jacket from the coat rack. You were about to ask something but the boy with golden curls beat you to it "Leave Max alone, that little bitch won't come out of her fucking room until I say so" With that I left the house slamming the door.

Right from him. He doesn't even tell you where he's going or with whom.

Apparently he had argued with Maxine, his younger sister. You completely ignored what Billy said to you and went to Max's door. You could clearly hear that she was crying and that hurts you. Since you met Max she has always seen you as a second parent: kind, helpful, affectionate and above all loving. You were happy to have this relationship with her and when she happened to argue with her brother, you couldn't help but go and console her or try to resolve the situation. Before knocking you looked around, the house was a real mess, or rather a disaster, all of Billy's things scattered everywhere, starting with: weights, ashtrays, porn magazines and gameboys. Shit...

You still don't understand how you managed to fall in love with an imbecile like him. So handsome with those curls and shining face but also so arrogant, messy and not very polite. You gently knocked on the door “Max, it's me Y/N, can I come in?” You heard the little girl sniff and she agreed. You opened the door and found Maxine in tears and her face completely red from the outburst. Her pillow was wet while her cleres were a shade of red from crying. She was lying on the bed and as soon as she saw you, her breath seemed to come back. You sat next to her while you used your fingers to fix some strands of her red hair.

"Maxine...what happened?" You said almost whispering. It took her a while to answer you but in the end she did "Dad...a little while ago he was here and he was arguing with Billy," she began "I didn't know what they were arguing about but then he started hitting him.. ." Her tone was shaky as she tried to collect herself "Did Dad hit Billy?" You asked and she nodded “Yes, the asshole” okay, you got the point. “I stopped him but after mom and the asshole left, Billy started yelling at me” you raised an eyebrow “Why on earth?” The question of when might be obvious seemed difficult for Max to answer. “I don't know for sure, he just told me that I shouldn't meddle in his business” you hugged her and she immediately hugged you back.

“I'll talk to him, I promise” You said and Max looked up immediately. "No Y/N, don't do it. He's too angry and I don't want him to be angry at you too" you smiled at his sweet thought towards you. Max was now like a little sister or a daughter to protect for you, you wouldn't have let Maxine spend the evening locked in her room even though she hadn't done anything "Don't worry about me, I can handle your brother" Oh well, knowing how to handle Billy Hargrove was a big word, but that didn't stop you from consoling Max and preparing her some snacks to stop her crying.

You laughed and joked and Max had finally regained her smile and as if you were a good parent you put a blanket over her while you turned off the light, leaving Max to sleep peacefully. After at least fifteen minutes, Billy came home with a bottle of beer in his hand, you snorted at the sight. You had been waiting for him all evening and you would have at least hoped that for once he wouldn't come back drunk although he seemed quite sober.

"Where have you been?" You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest. He looked at you with a face that got on your nerves, he was bored.

"I asked you, where have you been" You repeated and he made a small moan and then replied "Outside for some fresh air" You didn't want to ask why he was drunk, you had gotten used to it by now so you let it go. Meanwhile he had thrown his jacket on the sofa.

"Why did you and Maxine argue?" Billy turned to look at you. He sat comfortably on the living room sofa bare-chested while he was ready to light his cigarette which he held between his lips. "Where's Max?" He asked "In her room to sleep after you made her cry" his face didn't change a bit, he was serious and definitely bored "Y/N, I specifically told you to leave Max alone, she was supposed to stay in her room " you nodded "In fact, she stayed in the room, but I kept her company" He let out a laugh and then looked back at your figure "You shouldn't have interacted with her" you shook your head "I'm sorry Billy, but I don't stay at your rules" at that statement he took the cigarette out of his mouth "I just want to know why you picked on her, you know I don't like seeing you or your sister like this"

"It's none of your business. What happens here is none of your business Y/N" you were shocked "Excuse me? You're my boyfriend, what happens to you is a fact that until proven otherwise concerns me too" You took a few steps closer towards the sofa. Billy giggled again and you were sure that the next one he would make would drive you mad "And let's hear, why on earth?" You gave an obvious look "Um, hello? We're engaged Billy, engaged!" You timed the last word well "Oh right, I forgot" he said it in a sarcastic way and now your nerves were getting frayed "Oh, I'm sorry this is weighing on you Billy" you too played the sarcasm card and he rolled his eyes "What the fuck Y/N! Now I have to tell you everything I do?" You nodded quickly "Yes, you piss me off that I have to tell you where I'm going, with who and why otherwise you'll ban me from going out" You almost screamed but then lowered your voice remembering Max in the other room.

Billy had lit his cigarette in the meantime "But that has nothing to do with it -" you stopped him while your blood was boiling "It certainly has something to do with it William!" Your eyes were different, they were like Billy had never seen them and when you used his real name he understood that you were seriously pissed. Billy hates being called by his real name and you knew it very well, you did it on purpose. You wanted him to understand how serious you were and how tired you were of the current situation.

“How dare you call me?” Even though he was drunk, Billy was high and his eyes were fixed on you as they gave you a horrible feeling. They wanted to intimidate you, but you weren't like that and he knew it from the first moment he met you. Even if you were afraid that he would knock your teeth out and then make you spill all your blood until you apologized, but you were brave and you wouldn't let yourself be bossed around.

You pointed your finger at him "Oh no! Don't try to make that angry dick face because I'm the angry one, you understand?" He was surprised by your arrogant response "Things have been going on like this for two months and I can't stand it anymore. You barely look at me, all you do is go out in the evening and you don't even tell me where you're going, but you do it when you're too drunk to drive and I have to pick you up" You started and he looked like he was listening intently "And this happens every Friday night Billy. I come home from work tired and destroyed by those filthy pieces of shit and instead being close to me all you do is complain" He snorted and now gave you a different look. He put the cigarette in the ashtray, even though he hadn't smoked it at all. He seemed calm and approached you smiling lovingly... was it the alcohol by any chance? Or maybe bipolar?

"Okay honey, you're right. I'm sorry, now how about we go relax over there–" you pushed him. You were disappointed. His response disgusted you more than expected "No Billy. You won't play your fucking game on me telling me I'm right when in reality you just want to take me to bed and fuck me the way you like it" his face was back and angry more than first "But apparently the other times you didn't hesitate to open your legs for me" it was cheeky and disgusting and you slapped him. You had become a burning fire and you were sure that you would burn him and his house down "Because I was blinded by a filthy imbecile asshole like you. I thought you loved me..." You felt the burning in your eyes as your eyes became shiny. You were too weak to face the truth but you needed it...as much as you loved that boy with all your heart, he would never love you "Oh so now it's me not loving you?" He said dramatically and the tears came out and this time you screamed "Billy, you never console me and only seek me out when you feel like having sex with me. What did you take me for? A toy? I'm your fucking gameboy by any chance?" He tried to answer but couldn't find the right words and blurted out "Shut your mouth" your nervous system was out of control and you raised your voice again "Not this time Billy! Not after I've opened and closed it as you please!"

Now you didn't care who could hear you or who you would disturb. You were tired. You didn't want this. You wanted a serious relationship with a serious person. You wanted someone who values ​​you and takes care of you when you need it, always available and who doesn't see you as a sex toy giving you false illusions. "Calm down, young lady! Show respect" you looked at him and in front of you you had another person. Not Billy Hargrove, but William Hargrove...the real him. Despite everything he was that and you were sorry for ruining yourself by being around him. You didn't think he would ever threaten you, an attitude you hated and hoped your boyfriend wouldn't attribute to "Wow...now you're threatening me?" Billy later realized what he said and didn't reply "Congratulations Billy Hargorve. You ruined my life. You made fun of me and took advantage of me and used me to please your cock when it got hard and needy. But worse…you became your father” you never thought you would say it, but you did. With that sentence you knew you would unleash his anger and you didn't give him time to react "It's over." You announced and then headed towards the door and exited the house as he yelled after you in anger. You didn't want to hear it or deal with it ever again. You had endured enough and it was time to end it.

You had ended a year-long relationship and you now ask yourself in tears as you walked quickly to your house as you had done. You didn't know that obviously. You will never understand, you loved him, what did you need to know or realize? As beautiful and magical as love could be, it was also blind and cruel. It seemed to be a difficult game where the only possibility of victory was to survive until the game itself got tired of testing you, and then it throws a truth in your face that you would rather ignore. But ultimately it was better to suffer for the truth than to live in something that didn't exist.

Now you needed to get up and continue to live your life but you weren't motivated to move forward and live like you did before working, especially now that the only person you loved was just a liar who loved playing with people's feelings and what's more he preferred masturbating to porn magazines than spending sweet moments with you. Would you have suffered? Yes. And you don't know for how long, but you hoped for little since you couldn't cry and dry up your tears for someone who never deserved you and who the only thing he ever worshiped was your body.

[midiosaamor]

i just realized how good my music taste is. LIKE HELOLOO?? I LISTEN TO CHASE ATLANTIC?? LANA DEL REY?? (i dont support her i just like her music) THE WEEKEND???? ARI ABDUL?? ISABEL LAROSA??? HEARTBEAT BY CHILDISH GAMBINO???

erm idk guys but i MIGHT love my music taste

[boredflautist]

pov: you're in a fantasy novel

Scarborough Fair / Canticle - Simon & Garfunkel

Take Me to Church - Hozier

Téir Abhaile Riu - Celtic Woman

Daylight - David Kushner

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - Hozier

War of Hearts - Ruelle

Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

Misty Mountains - Richard Armitage

Pierre - Ryn Weaver

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Ray

Fairytale - Alexander Rybak

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Lorde

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? - Arctic Monkeys

Persephone - Tamino

Willow - Taylor Swift

My Mother Told Me - NATI., Cullen Vance, Johnny Stewart

Kingdom Dance - Alan Menken

Drink Up Me Hearties Yo Ho - Hans Zimmer

Love Story - Indila

Experience - Ludovico Einaudi

Like Real People Do - Hozier

Bloom - The Paper Kites

Runaway - AURORA

The Shire - Howard Shore

Concerning Hobbits - Howard Shore

Dear Wormwood - The Oh Hellos

Would That I - Hozier

Thus Always To Tyrants - The Oh Hellos

Dynasty - MIIA

I'm Yours - Isabel LaRosa

Daylight - Cinematic - David Kushner

Any I missed?

[so-pretty-in-my-pain]

🎶...Darlin', can I be your favorite?

Want you to tell me you crave it...🎶

this song is stuck in my head