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separatist-apologist · 2 years ago

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We Never Go Out Of Style

Could end in burning flames or paradise

Summary: When Gwyn breaks up with her boyfriend on the eve of Nesta's destination wedding, Nesta Archeron has only one objective: set Gwyn up with her high school crush.

Note: Based on this tweet from @heathermcwrites: "One of my bridesmaids just broke up with her bf who was supposed to come to my wedding & I was sad for her for about 3 seconds until I remembered that her crush will also be at the wedding (single) and I'm now more committed to this 2nd chance romance than to my own marriage."

"I should also note that this is a destination wedding so there are EVEN MORE opportunities for uh…shenanigans"

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The shrill ringing of Gwyn’s phone dragged her from sleep. She twisted, peeling her cheek from Azriel’s naked chest, to fumble for the phone on her nightstand.

“I swear to God,” Azriel muttered, eyes still closed as she brought the bright screen towards her blinking face, “If it’s Jonathon, I’m going to commit a felony.”

It was Jonathon. Illuminated in the otherwise pitch black room, both her and Azriel stared for a moment.

“I won’t—”

“Might as well,” he grumbled. “Tell him you’ve moved on.”

She scoffed. Moved on with who? Him? Still, Gwyn hit the green answer button, if only to beg him to stop calling her.

“What do you want?” she said by way of greeting as Azriel wrapped muscular arms tight against her. He burrowed his face into her hair, huffing out a breath of irritation.

“What do I want? I want to talk to you–”

“It’s two in the fucking morning,” Azriel snarled, loud enough for Jonathon to stop what he was saying. Gwyn poked him hard in the stomach, forced out of bed to keep Azriel from saying anything else. Azriel watched, propped up on his elbows with an expression hidden in the darkness while she threw on her tank top and shorts from the night before. She didn’t need to see him to feel his disapproval.

“Who was that?”

“Cassian,” Gwyn replied easily, apparently a practiced liar now. There was no way she was telling him she’d immediately jumped into bed with someone new. She knew exactly what Jonathon would say about that. How he’d twist things to make her the bad guy, telling all their friends she’d cheated on him or worse. “It is two in the morning. Can we talk about this later? Like when I’m home?” she added, pushing open the balcony door. The air was cool and breezy and perfect. She swallowed a breath of it, dropping into one of the wicker patio chairs and propping her feet up on the railing.

“I want to talk now. It’s ten my time and all I can think about is how we left things.”

“Of course you want to talk,” she snapped, immediately irritated. “I had a nine hour flight and am exhausted, but since you’re awake, I should be too?”

“You’re putting words in my mouth, Gwyneth,” he snapped. “It’s ten your time, too, technically. I don’t know how you’re even still sleeping.”

“I just told you I was tired,” she retorted. What was she doing? The worlds hottest man was currently half asleep in her bed and she was sitting on a balcony arguing with her ex.

“Have you been working out? Did you go for—”

“Are you seriously asking me if I’ve gone to the gym?” Gwyn demanded as the glass door pushed open behind her. Az padded out in a clean pair of shorts, his handsome face twisting in a scowl.

Hang up on him, Azriel mouthed, leaning against the balcony casually.

“Sorry for worrying about you. I want to take care of you, Gwyn. I was thinking that you should tell Nesta you can’t do her wedding and come home so we can fix this—”

“I’m not coming home and there’s nothing to fix,” Gwyn interrupted snappishly. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m asking you to stop calling and texting me.”

“Because there’s someone else?” he demanded, picking a fight at the last possible second to keep her on the phone. It was his little trick and this time Gwyn wasn’t falling for it.

“Even if there was, it’s none of your business anymore. Stop calling me. I mean it. This is my best friends wedding. It has nothing to do with you.” And then she hung up before he could argue, silencing her phone just for good measure. He wouldn’t stop calling until he was given an answer that satisfied him. It was clear he meant to make this vacation all about him and if Gwyn wasn’t so worried he’d call Nesta and start more problems, she would have blocked him entirely.

Azriel offered her his full attention. “Did he really ask if you went to the gym?” His tone was dark and angry, like he was personally offended on her behalf. Men, she grumbled privately, rising from her chair.

“Like you wouldn’t worry the same,” she said, taking her irritation out on him. Azriel followed her back into the bedroom, closing the door behind them quietly.

“If you want to work out, I know just the thing,” he said, catching her from behind and pulling her into his body. One hand slid up her stomach to cup her breast, tugging at the nipple.

“Aren’t you wrung out?” she asked, thinking once again of Jonathon. Once was always enough, and good enough to wait several days in between. He thought constant fucking was pedestrian which had always bothered Gwyn, given her sex drive was pretty high.

Azriel’s laugh was dark. “Hardly. It’s been four hours and I find I’m ravenous again.”

Jesus Christ he was so hot. Gwyn twisted in his hold, facing him in the dark.

“And if I did want to work out…how would you help?”

“I’d bounce you on my cock until you were breathless and coated in sweat,” he replied easily, nipping her earlobe with his teeth. “And then I’d flip you over and start again. Ass in the air, face in the pillow.”

Her legs were practically shaking while he pulled that tank top back over her head. Hands replaced the fabric, sliding up her skin to cup her breasts.

“Is that all?” she asked breathlessly, arching into his touch. Azriel ground his cock against her ass, already erect. Tweaking at her nipple, he chuckled darkly.

“Not impressed? Tell me if I embarrass you.”

He gave her no time to offer a quippy response. Azriel’s hand wrapped around her throat as he turned her around, kissing her roughly while his fingers pressed against her windpipe. Gwyn didn’t think she’d ever been so wet in her life, and Azriel had barely touched her.

Settling between her legs, he rolled his hips, letting his erection rub between the fabric. It was what she needed, the friction lighting up her brain. She raked her fingers through his dark, thick hair, tugging at the strands until he groaned. Hardly unaffected, she thought smugly. There was something thrilling about whatever was happening between them. It was devoid of the usual awkwardness that came with dating—Azriel didn’t like her beyond her body, which meant Gwyn didn’t have to worry if he thought she was weird or too freaky or whatever other things got in her way.

She could yank at his pants, demanding he reveal his gorgeous cock and he didn’t make her feel bad about it. He merely repaid the favor, all but ripping off her shorts before flipping them over so she could sink against the heavy, thick length of him. Gwyn exhaled a slow breath of relief, letting him fill her to the point of splitting.

“Fuck,” he panted beneath her, hands holding her hips. “You’re so fucking tight.”

She didn’t care—men always said that. What Gwyn cared about was that first wet slide of his cock as he lifted her up only to yank her back down. He treated her carelessly, like she was something durable, something that didn’t break so easily. He fucked her the way she’d so often tried to get Jonathon to with little success.

It made her like Azriel, in a weird way. Like he saw beyond whatever existed externally and just understood instinctively they wanted the same things. Or maybe Gwyn was merely projecting that long held crush and Azriel didn’t give a fuck whether she enjoyed herself or not, so long as she was.

“I’m going to fill you up and fuck you again,” he whispered, pulling her out of her thoughts. “Everyone’s going to think you’re jetlagged, but you’ll know, won’t you?” She whimpered, her tits bouncing in time with his vicious thrusts. She had her nails pressed so tight against his chest she might have drawn blood.

He didn’t seem to care, if his bruising touch was any indication. Not when his thumb met the apex of her thighs, rubbing over her slick clit like he’d done in the bathroom. It was all so second nature to him, getting her off like it was his only pleasure in life. Gwyn had been half prepared to fake it, had already begun to before he started rubbing. Their eyes met and she realized he knew what she was up to.

“Not with me,” he growled. “If I’m doing something you don’t like, you need to tell me.”

“Okay,” she breathed, heart pounding in her throat. Had anyone ever been hotter before that moment? She didn’t think so. Not when she came around him with a soft cry and certainly not when he pulled her off him just as he’d promised to put her on her hands and knees.

The change in position made her toes curl, her body lock. Azriels cock was massive, thick enough it made her ache and long enough he was all but banging up against the natural barrier of her body. He wielded it not like a weapon despite each punching thrust, but like a tool meant to drag every inch of pleasure from her.

And god it was working. Azriel wrapped her hair around his fist, arching her neck so he could squeeze again. Teeth scraped over her skin as he whispered, “Are you going to be my good girl and come for me again?”

She clenched hard around him, whining her assent. Gwyn, who had never once come from penetration alone, was writhing as the head of his cock slid over and over and over against some soft part of her pussy, touching as if it were his tongue against his clit.

She came with a strange, jerking violence, overwrought and too-sensitive.

“Please—”

“You’ll take what I give you,” he replied, too breathless to be truly believable. Gwyn buried her face in the bed, coming a third time as Azriel did for the first, groaning loudly as he pushed deep inside her.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, sounding as if he’d just run a marathon. She looked at the clock on the nightstand, a holdover from a time where people didn’t carry phones in their pocket.

4:50.

She swallowed. It felt like five minutes.

He pushed her into the bed, pulling out and unwrapping the condom she hadn’t even realized he’d been wearing. Hardly a positive sign, given she hadn’t even really known him for longer than a day.

“Want breakfast?” he whispered into the rapidly lightning dark, pulling her against his body when he collapsed to the bed. “I’m starving.”

“I have something you can eat,” she said without thinking about it. Azriel turned his head, grinning.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

By the time Gwyn and Azriel made their way out of the their shared suit, it was nearly eight in the morning. Azriel had gone down on her, taking his sweet ass time given she’d just come three times on his cock—and then again when she tried to shower, he’d fucked her up against the glass, massive hand wrapped around her slim throat.

It seemed like they weren’t the only ones who’d been up all night having sex. Lucien Vanserra was staring absently at a wall, fork in hand. His broad chest was littered with teeth marks and his hair was suspiciously tangled, as if he’d just managed to get to the buffet–and it had been rough. Elain seemed fine, bright eyed and cheerful, talking to Arina Vanserra animatedly.

Nesta, too, had that same lust fogged look Gwyn prayed she didn’t.

Azriel peeled off to eat with Rhys, casual and unbothered. Like there was nothing strange between them. Like she hadn’t eaten her out until she all but saw God. It left Gwyn to drop beside Nesta and put her head on Nesta’s shoulder.

“Sleep well?”

“Enough,” Gwyn agreed, wishing she could tell Nesta this. It was Nesta’s wedding and Gwyn would be damned if she fucked it up with her personal drama. She very much doubted Azriel, sitting with his back to her four tables away, wanted her to blab all about their very casual arrangement, besides.

“I got none. It’s like Cassian doesn’t need sleep,” Nesta grumbled, watching her fiance join Rhys and Azriel at their table. All three of them were shirtless and tattooed and had captured the attention of half the women in the room without ever meaning to. Both Gwyn and Nesta fell silent for a moment, drinking in the muscular forms of the men eating, totally oblivious that they were the object of a lot of different fantasies.

Gwyn hadn’t thought it was possible to feel any more arousal. Her pussy was all but bruised from Azriel’s attention and yet she still found herself imagining herself laid out before him, his own personal feast.

“I need to go into town,” Nesta told Gwyn, a frown on her face. “They are short some of the liquor we ordered. I don’t want to ask Eris for it, so–”

“I’ll go,” Gwyn said quickly. “Don’t worry about it. Just give me a list, I’ve got this covered.”

Nesta’s face collapsed with relief. “Really?”

“What good is your maid of honor if I let you run yourself ragged. Give me your list and then join Cassian out on the beach.”

Nesta nodded. “I’ll text it to you, Split it with Azriel, while you’re at it. I know Cassian won’t make him do anything but shots while we’re down here.”

Gwyn glanced back to Az, who turned his head, having caught them talking about him. “What’s his deal, anyway?” she asked when he turned back around.

Nesta was smiling, likely at Cassian though Gwyn was still staring at the bunching muscles in Azriel’s tattooed back.

Nesta shrugged. “He’s just…Az. I don’t know how else to describe him. Why?”

God, Gwyn could never admit that her crush on Azriel was back in full force. Nesta would try and play matchmaker, and where would that leave Gwyn? Embarrassed. She bet Az had a line of women down the block, all waiting on him.

“He’s just quiet.”

“God, did he go in and immediately lock himself in his room?”

Hardly.

“Yeah,” she replied, unsure what else she could say. Certainly not that he’d been in bed with her all night. It didn’t matter. Gwyn’s phone rang shrilly, drawing Azriel’s attention back to her and Nesta’s attention away from Az. They both peered down at the screen.

“Jonathon?” Nesta asked. “What’s he want?”

Her heart pounded anxiously in her chest. There was no escaping him, not after this morning. She needed to just face the music.

“Send me your list,” Gwyn said, rising from her chair. She could feel Azriel’s eyes burning against her skin. “I’ll be back.”

Gwyn answered the phone just outside the hall. Warm, morning air slid over her skin as she said, “Hello?”

“Are you awake now, Gwyneth?”

God, she thought she hated him in that moment. “Or should I try again in five hours?”

“You should stop calling,” she hissed, walking towards the massive courtyard where the fountain stood. “Like I’ve asked you repeatedly.”

“I need to talk to you. Is now a good time?”

“No!” she exclaimed angrily. “I’m trying to help Nesta with her wedding and yet somehow, I’m still worrying about you! You have managed to make this vacation all about you! What could you possibly—”

Her phone was pulled from her hand before she could finish. Azriel, shirtless, beautiful Azriel, put her phone to his ear.

“You don’t understand the word no?” he asked in that deep, dark voice of his. He didn’t wait for Jonathon to respond. “Let me explain. It means no. Don’t call her again.”

He hung up before Gwyn could warn him. Instead, she smacked him in his rock hard stomach. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I hate him,” Azriel replied smoothly. “And you’re too nice.”

“I don’t think either of them are good reasons,” she snapped. “He’s going to keep calling–”

“Might as well give him my number, then. He can beg me for a date.”

She looked up at him, drinking in his unwavering confidence with a mixture of awe and irritation. “I didn’t think he was your type.”

Azriel smirked. “You don’t know everything about me.”

“I don’t know anything about you,” she said with exasperation, yanking her phone back out of his hand. Already, she had a text from Jonathon.

I know that wasn’t Cassian. Are you seeing someone?

She ignored it. “Are you asking to get to know me? You only have to ask.”

“Don’t do that again,” she warned. “You just cause problems.”

Azriel’s easy going smile slid off his face. “Fuck—I’m sorry.”

Gwyn stood there, blinded by the early morning sun, staring up at him. She was waiting for him to qualify that apology, to offer some excuse. Instead, Azriel waited to see if she’d forgive him.

Gwyn blinked. “It’s fine. You were trying to help.”

“Don’t be so easy on me,” he murmured, his eyes so uncomfortably soft. Like he liked her. Gwyn was projecting and she knew it would only get hurt if she couldn’t find something wrong with him.

“You want to help? Nesta has a list of things she needs done. You could help me with that.”

Azriel grinned.

“Hand it over.”

AZRIEL:

Azriel had told Gwyn to meet him in front of the resort but he hadn’t told her why. She found out that evening, stepping out of the sliding glass doors with wide, teal eyes. She was so fucking pretty it made his chest ache. It had been a day running around and checking on their venue, harassing Eris Vanserra while he tried to feel up his wife, and a bunch of other little tasks he didn’t care about.

What he cared about was the red haired woman doing it with him. Gwyn was filled with information about Nesta—and occasionally Cassian—and if he was careful, would tell him about her, too. Nothing deep—she taught history at Velaris University, which Azriel had thought was a pretty nice university, though he didn’t dare ask. She’d told him about her syllabus, as if Azriel knew jack shit about antiquity.

He bet she would have told him if he’d asked, though. Gwyn was very clearly passionate about history. He liked that more than he was willing to admit. Every girl he spent significant time with wanted to talk about was her socials and what she did to maintain them. He knew Gwyn had an instagram because he’d started following her that afternoon, but it was hardly curated and he knew she wasn’t making money off it.

She halted, letting him check her out in her short shorts and her white top that revealed fair skin every time she took a breath. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, catching copper in the bright sunlight.

“What is that?” she asked. Azriel looked down at the motorcycle he’d managed to dig out, spending far too much money hoping to impress her. He couldn’t tell if it was working.

“It’s a bike,” he replied, working hard to make himself sound casual and cool when in truth he felt nervous as fuck. “You coming still?”

“On that?”

He looked back and the sleek black and red bike sitting silent just behind before offering her up a helmet. “Do you want to walk?”

“No, but…” she bit her bottom lip. “Is it safe?”

“It is if I’m driving it. I can drive anything,” he added, bragging just a little. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

She hesitated, fingers twitching before she took that helmet. Azriel caught her hand.

“Trust me,” he added softly.

Magic words. Gwyn nodded, jamming that helmet onto her head with a smile. “If we die, I’m going to haunt you.”

“I’ll be dead, too,” he reminded her. “So we’ll just be hanging out in the after-life.”

She wrapped her arms around his torso, poking him in the side. “I’ll make you miserable for all eternity, then.”

“You could try,” he replied, revving the engine to life. It was so loud, the smoke from the back nearly choking them both and yet she was on that seat, pressed tight against him and that was all he’d wanted. An excuse to touch her without being obvious.

They left the resort behind and Azriel showed off just a little, weaving in and out of traffic like it was nothing, if only to feel her hold him tighter. He knew he was down bad, that he needed to get himself together before he did something utterly foolish.

But fuck, when was the last time anyone had made him feel like this? Giddy and happy, like he had literal butterflies living in his gut? It was his endless problem—he always fell too hard, too fast. She was still dealing with her ex and he was trying to figure out how to convince her he was worth her time.

The island was bigger than he’d thought and built on a steep, long-dominant volcanic slope. As they rode into the dusky evening, they passed a winery Azriel very much intended to bring her back to just as soon as he had a good enough reason to do so. They passed farmers herding sheep before they were back in the main city, if it could even be called that. No time seemed to have passed, except for the people on the cobblestone streets that moved about in jeans and cotton blends. Azriel nearly crashed, craning his neck to look up at the spire tower of massive black church set in the middle of the city square, momentarily awed by the construction.

He wasn’t the only one. He could feel Gwyn twisting this way and that, looking at the terracotta houses and the vibrant awnings hanging in front of restaurants that were likely centuries old. He was pleased to have brought her, even if they were trying to use Vanserra’s money to place a very expensive order of champagne.

He cut the engine in front of the vendor, pulling his helmet off with what he hoped was elegant grace Gwyn hopped off, too, flipping her hair out of the helmet carelessly. His cock immediately stirred to life, the image branded in his brain. Her bright, happy smile soothed that wildness and dragged him back to reality.

“That was fun,” she breathed, pressing a hand to his chest. He caught her wrist, pulling her in for a soft kiss.

“You should see me in the states, if you liked that,” he breathed, too stupid for his own good. Gwyn didn’t flinch away, didn’t do anything but look up at him with those ocean blue eyes.

“Yeah? I think I might like that.”

He could have floated away. He kissed her again, slowly–like he had the right to. “I’ll hold you to that,” he murmured, releasing her despite every instinct begging him not to.

She smiled and when he put his hand on her shoulder, guiding her into the old building, Gwyn didn’t pull away. They looked like lovers, like they’d come not because their two best friends had accidentally fallen in love, but because they’d fallen in love.

He wanted that reality so badly it made his teeth ache.

The owner spoke decent English which was lucky given neither he nor Gwyn spoke a word of Italian. Negotiations seemed to move smoother when Azriel pulled out the car Eris had given them and slid it over an mahogany counter. Gwyn had written out the number of cases of champagne Nesta wanted and google translate helped them with the rest. They’d offered up the address, but Azriel suspected he and Rhys might have to come back, maybe with the younger Vanserra, to carry cases of liquor into a rental van.

“Want to get dinner?” he asked her impulsively when they finished, high on both his success and spending an evening in Italy with the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Gwyn looked around, pointing just down the street to a patio illuminated by hanging string lights.

It was romantic as shit. That was Azriel’s real problem. He had no idea how to wine and dine a woman outside of the bedroom. His good looks did most of the work for him, maybe a shallow thing to admit given Gwyn had such an interesting personality. She’d worked for it and Az…well, he had his six pack, didn’t he?

They settled in an outdoor patio, sitting across from one another and surveying the menu. It was helpfully in English and Italian. She ordered pasta.

Azriel ordered a pizza. He couldn’t help himself. When in Rome, right?

“So,” Gwyn began, lips pressed to a glass of wine. “What happened after school?”

He held his own glass in his hand. “What do you mean?”

“Rhys and Cassian went to college,” she began, unaware of his stomach immediately began to sink. Here it was. All the reasons he wasn’t right for her, starting with that diploma. He’d heard it all before. “And you were on the soccer team with Lucien, weren’t you?”

He scoffed. “I was good but Vanserra was…”

He could begrudgingly admit Vanserra was great. Gwyn took a drink, waiting for him to respond. Azriel took a breath, swallowing the urge to snap at her.

“My mom got sick,” he admitted. “And I’m good with cars. I meant to go, but after a year at the shop I figured what was the point? I was already doing what I liked and a degree wasn’t going to change that.”

“How many shops do you have?” she asked, catching him by surprise. Interest shone in those teal eyes and Azriel, so used to women trying to cajole him into feeling bad about skipping out on a mountain of debt for a business degree, didn’t respond immediately.

“Four. Five, if we keep up our metrics through the year.”

“That’s incredible,” she breathed. “You must be so proud.”

He was. Azriel nodded, certain he must look like a cartoon character with its heart beating outside its chest. Could she see it? Azriel was so fucked, saved only by a waiter dropping off their food.

Gwyn took a bite of her food, noodles wrapped around a fork. Her eyes fluttered shut and Azriel had to cross his legs to keep his cock from stirring to life.

“Taste good?” he asked, leaning forward on his elbows breathlessly. He didn’t even realize he’d put himself in his pizza, staining the sleeve of his shirt, until her eyes snagged on the mistake.

He wasn’t embarrassed.

“How do you do that?” she asked him curiously.

“Do what?” he replied, thinking she meant his careless actions.

“Make everything so unspeakably hot?”

Oh.

“You think my elbow in sauce is unspeakably hot?” he teased.

“No, that was dorky as fuck. Thank you for reminding me you’re still a mere mortal. I meant the way you talk.”

He waited expectantly for her to follow that up.

Gwyn sighed. “Taste good?” She mimicked his voice, trying to sound sultry while making him sound like a serial killer. Azriel laughed, head thrown back.

Gwyn crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, it’s not exactly like that.”

Azriel couldn’t smother his smile as he leaned forward again, this time avoiding his food which he very much intended to eat just as soon as she stopped being so unbearably cute.

“For the record,” he said softly, catching the way she shivered despite the warmth. “You taste incredible.”

“Jesus Christ,” she whispered. “We’re in public, Az.”

“Eat your dinner, Gwyn, so I can eat mine.”

She narrowed her eyes but Azriel was satisfied. He’d eat his food.

And then he’d eat her.

#gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #we could have had dragon eris #anyway #daddy is back

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mochinek0 · 2 years ago

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Agreste-Wayne 15

Alya sighed as she uploaded the final video.

'It's done.'

She had finally released all the evidence she had on Layla 'Lila' Rossi. The former journalist had posted a new blog, titled: Dreams Shattered by a Liar

Lila sighed as she looked at her phone on her lunch break. It was taking a lot longer to save up for her move to Gotham. She had finally gotten her rent and bills taken care of. Now, she was saving every cent she could so she could be reunited with Adrien. It took her by surprise to see her name trending yet again. She couldn't help, but feel the rise of hope in her chest.

'Maybe Gabriel realized he made a mistake! I still can't believe he replaced me with that goth girl who always had her face covered!'

It didn't take long for her to see her name wasn't the only one trending. #lilarossi #adrienagreste #gabrielagreste #marinettewayne #surrogatebaby #liarmodel was everywhere. Lila quickly clicked on her name to see it linked to a blog. The moment she saw it said Alya; she knew she was screwed. There was pictures of her conversation and a video of how she reacted to being fired. She quickly realized it was filled with the lies she had told since college. She couldn't believe Alya had turned on her. The more she read, she realized it was all because her phone had been disconnected the day she was fired. Lila sank against the wall in shock. This was going to cause some problems with getting Adrien to her side.

My name is Alya Cesaire and it was always my dream to be a journalist. I had no idea my dream would be shattered by someone who had become my best friend. Some of you may recognize my name. I was the one who wrote the article of the 'Agreste-Wayne secret affair'.

LILA: Alya! I just found out that Adrien is cheating on me!

ALYA: What? Are you sure?

LILA: I heard him on the phone at our shoot! He's cheating on me with Marinette! I thought- I thought she was married. How could they do this to me? I thought when she left Paris, all those years ago, that would be the end of her bullying me!

LILA: I've been crying all day! I could barely hold it in during the shoot. I know we're hiding our relationship from Gabriel and the press, but I never thought this would happen!

ALYA: I'm sure he regrets it. You'll see. He was probably ending it with her.

LILA: The cheating isn't the worst of it! She's pregnant with his child! I heard them! He asked how his child was! How could he turn his back on me?

ALYA: Are you serious? She's married and has two kids already!

LILA: What if they are all Adrien's kids? Maybe they just look like her. Isn't it possible they just have Adrien's eyes? How long have they been sleeping together? How long as she been pulling this off? Her poor husband!

ALYA: What if this child has blonde hair like Adrien? She's been lucky so far, if that's the case!

It was this entire conversation that spurred me to print the article in the first place. I only wanted to defend my friend and call out the people who hurt her the most or so I thought. The next day I was fired. I was shown several articles about Marinette and Damian Wayne agreeing to surrogacy for Adrien Agreste. All families stated there was nothing going on between the two friends.

It had been so believable to me. Anyone who interacted with the pair, in the past, knew that Marinette had a crush on the model. It wasn't until later that Layla 'Lila' Rossi entered the picture. She claimed to have this amazing life. None of us thought otherwise, except Marinette. There were so many amazing people in class: Adrien Agreste, Chloe Bourgious, Juleka Couffaine, Nino Lahiffe, Nathaniel Krutzberg, and now Marinette Wayne. Another name added to the list; we never thought anything of it.

Lila was quick to claim that Marinette was bullying her over her feelings for Adrien Agreste and how he paid more attention to her. Looking back, Ms. Rossi missed so many days of school. She claimed to be apart of various charities and organizations. Lila also claimed to have many disabilites. I believed she did all these amazing things that I betrayed someone I had been close to. They called Lila a liar. They told me they had proof, but Lila was always quick to turn it in her favor; it made it seem like my friend was the liar. It got to the point where I decided not to be friends with them anymore because I believe Lila Rossi. I should have listened to them. One thing I remember saying, was to always look for proof. Here I am, ten years later, crying in my hands, with all the proof that I made the wrong choice. It took awhile, but I was able to make an appointment to visit and interview Gabriel Agreste.

ALYA: Thank you for taking time to see me, Mr. Agreste. I'm sorry for what I did a couple months ago.

[Gabriel nods]

ALYA: I showed you my phone, that had evidence of a conversation between myself and Miss Rossi. Can you perhaps inform me on how you were able to quickly take control of my mistake: the article which I stated Adrien Agreste, your son, was having an affair with Marinette Wayne.

GABRIEL: It was quite simple. Myself, Adrien, the Waynes, and the Dupain-Chengs were to only ones to know of the child. When the article was release, I asked Adrien if he told anyone else about his child. He immediately named Miss Rossi.

GABRIEL: She likely contacted you after overhearing a private conversation between them, about the baby. It was after the article that I decided to terminate her contract, sooner then expected.

ALYA: You fired her because of my article?

[Gabriel nods]

GABRIEL: It was in her contract not to speak about anything dealing with my or Adrien's personal life. As she gave out personal information, her contract was terminated immediatley. Miss Rossi was quick to defend herself by saying it was impossible for me to fire her. She claimed to be the new face of my company, since Adrien was leaving.

GABRIEL: It was then that I informed her that I had been searching to replace her. It was Adrien's suggestion to bring in Juleka Couffaine. Adrien informed me she desired to be a model.

[Alya smiles]

ALYA: I remember. She was much more soft-spoken and shy. I'm happy to see how far she's come since college. It did come as a bit of a shock when I found out about her being your new model, but I think I was still processing the truth about Lila.

ALYA: I-I tried calling her to let her I got fired. She never answered so I decided to go to her home; one that she had previously pointed out. She told me her mother didn't like visitors. Turns out, she never lived there. An elderly couple did and had lived there for years.

[LINK]-live footage from Gabriel's office of his conversation with Lila Rossi

[LINK]-list of Layla Rossi's 'famous accomplishments' since FDC.

I dug through every video, social media post, notebook, anything I had since I was fourteen years old. I spent the last couple months looking every story she told me. I spent hours, upon hours, staring at my screen until I saw pixels. I spent days and nights reading over how wrong I was to believe in Layla Rossi. I was recently prescribed with medication to help with my nightmares that consist of myself and the person I use to be. I turned my back on myself and I will always regret I can never be who fourteen year old me wanted me to be.

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bigskydreaming · 3 years ago

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Hi, I was reading your post about Jason punching Dick in the face when Dick revealed he fake his death was bullshit ( which it was) and it reminded me of an issue/question that has bothered me for sometime.

Why did people believe Dick was actually dead?

I’m not the most avid comic reader so maybe I missed something but it was always weird to me that everyone just accepted this especially given how Bruce was acting or should I say wasn’t acting.

This is a man when his child died another child had to come along and told him sir you are being too violent and emotional you need supervision. When his other child died he went all over the universe to bring him back to life because he knew it was possible ( which was happening at the same time), so why didn’t anyone think it was weird he wasn’t doing that for Dick. Can you imagine Dick really dying that soon after Damian it would be injustice Batman Version. You are telling me that Tim, Jason or Barbara didn’t think it was weird that Bruce didn’t also bring Dick’s corpse to the bring Damian back to life mission or mention it to themselves. Like what more likely Dick dead and Bruce is handling it well or that he fake his death to do something stupid and Dangerous after his partner/brother/ little bit my son the feelings are complicated died after he was knocked out and woke up to his corpse.

Oh man, this is like, the entire nature of my beef?

(Slight derail just to emphasize the fact real quick that Dick DID actually die, he was just revived quickly, but like, the trauma of his death was very real and its not like anyone was clued into Luthor having a resurrection backdoor built into his literal murder of Dick in the actual moment of it happening. So Dick’s death wasn’t fake, and additionally, he didn’t have anything to do with like, telling people about it, because he was literally comatose in the cave and recovering while Bruce was telling people....by the time Dick woke up in the cave, we already know that Alfred at least had already been convinced by Bruce that Dick was dead, so I have a kneejerk need to pushback against the Dick faked his death narrative by reminding people wherever possible that Dick had no agency in the spreading of that narrative.

It happened without him being involved, and the only actual contribution he ever made to it was just not revealing he was alive before Grayson #12, after Bruce like.....emotionally, mentally and physically badgered him into accepting that doing so would be directly harmful to his family and he didn’t want to be the reason more people died when like, people had just died because he ‘let’ himself be captured and interrogated by Power Woman’s Lasso of Submission, did he?

SORRY TO BE PEDANTIC, just wanted to start this off on a clarification, even though I know the aim of your ask was very much in tune with the rest of my response. A lot of people don’t read the actual comics, so like, I’m never gonna skip over an opportunity to emphasize that the shorthand people use to refer to Dick’s death and the year he was with Spyral, is like, literally just shorthand for describing it. Its not actually an accurate description of how all that went down and who had the most hand in it).

BUT ANYWAY. BACK TO THE MEAT OF THE BEEF.

Okay so like, not only was the entire family and Bruce himself giving Dick shit for his death and Spyral, like, PAINFULLY egregious because it was literal victim blaming in every possible sense of the word....

None of it made a LICK of sense with ANY of their characterizations, and they ONLY all accepted it on face value because the Plot Demanded It, and when you're like, no, as a reader I say The Plot Demanded It is not a good enough reason for me to be like well sure, that makes sense......looking at the characters ACTUAL actions at face value pretty much just makes them all look like assholes?

Like, Tim has never gracefully accepted anyone's death. Ever. This is core characterization for him. He will go to the ends of the earth for his loved ones and to bring them back, prove they're not dead, refuse to let death be the final verdict for them. He was tempted to use the Lazarus Pit to bring his parents back to life. He refused to accept Bruce was dead long before he had any proof whatsoever of that theory. He tried to clone his BFF/future-husband Kon in his fucking basement like, dude was two whole inches away from going Full Dark Side in his quest to bring back a lost loved one no matter WHAT the cost.....and then you've got Dick unmasked onscreen, killed offscreen, and Bruce then reporting to the rest of them with zero inflection 'oh Dick's dead now. Its very sad' and Tim's just like, sure. Sounds legit.

I mean?!?!

And you're SO RIGHT ABOUT THE DAMIAN THING! Bruce LITERALLY LITERALLY LITERALLY went BEYOND the ends of the Earth, like, he full on chartered a fucking space ship to fly his whole family out to APOKOLIPS to bring Damian back from the dead by going to EXTREME lengths.....WHILE everyone else thought Dick was dead....

And not a single person looked at Bruce and was like, okay, not that we're not down to do this for Damian because we miss Stabby Smurf something fierce ourselves, but.....what the fuck is UP with you dude? Why aren't you displaying ANY hint of this same kind of energy in regards to your eldest son that you said you watched die right in front of you?

Like....I don't know that we were actually ever told that Dick's coffin was empty or had a fake in it, but like....this family of detectives who refuse to accept death, defy death, COME BACK FROM THE DEAD....not a single one of them said like, okay, if I'm gonna like, ACCEPT accept that Dick is dead and gone for good, I need to at least just see him one last time? That's literally all it would have taken for someone to realize hey something's a little wonky here. Where's the dead body, Pops?

Since when has Jason ever missed an opportunity to prove Bruce is a) full of shit, b) acting like an emotionless robot and all his kids deserve better especially when they've just like....died, c) just factually incorrect and wrong and jumped to a conclusion before it was conclusively proved, d) lying like a liar or e) all of the above?

Nobody even ASKED if Dick's body could be put in a Lazarus Pit? Yeah, Jason wouldn't necessarily recommend it himself, given what it put him through, but actually fuck that, I take that back, because I'm NOT actually of the opinion that Jason full on hates his life and actively spends every second of every day wishing he hadn't been resurrected, even if it had come with a huge buffet of additional trauma and pain.

And that's kinda what's implied when people just take it for granted that he would never be on board with any scenario involving using a Lazarus Pit to bring Dick back, because it suggests that based even just on his own experiences and feelings, he honestly believes Dick would prefer being dead and not have ANY further opportunities to be with his loved ones, his friends, help save the damn world again at some future point.....that Jason, projecting based just off himself, legit feels Dick would rather be dead than have another shot at life even WITH the downsides of Lazarus Pit usage? Nope. Sorry, I don't buy it.

Speaking of not buying it.....you know what was missing from all those soliloquies the others monologued at Dick about how they felt and were hurt and just devastated by his death, to such a point they can't seem to muster a single shred of happiness that he's NOT dead still -

(seriously, Damian was the ONLY person in ALL THE LANDS OF EMOTION-HAVING who expressed ANY kind of positive reaction to having Dick back. We were so fucking cheated of like.....ANY opportunity to have the characters show just how much they valued him by just being fucking HAPPY he was alive, no matter what else was involved....and then most of fandom compounded that by for years being like mmmm, no, Dick didn't get yelled at enough by his family for what HE put THEM through. Needs more yelling. More punching too. Bad Dick. Bad. This is the only way you'll learn not to die and get shipped off on a mission that you don't want but at least is to protect your family after being beaten into it by your dad whilst victim blaming you for dying in the first place. WHEN WILL YOU LEARN TO THINK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE AND THEIR FEELINGS FOR A CHANGE, DICK?!?)

- But like, BUT I DIGRESS aside....you know what was missing from all those monologues about how hard DICK'S death and ensuing year of basically exile from his loved ones was for EVERYONE BUT HIM?

We never got a single line of explanation as to what everyone else officially thinks even happened to him in the first place?

Like, did Bruce straight up just say oh bad news kids, your brother umm. Expired. Spontaneously. There's no one to blame, he just keeled over, its all very sad.

Is that how that went down?

You're telling me that the explanation of Dick's death didn't come with a single pointed finger at someone for this family of blame-happy vigilantes to like, BLAME for the loss of this brother they all mourned oh so much, they just couldn't help but blame him for all the hurt it caused them?

The family that in every other fic is like OBSESSED with avenging and being avenged and all things vengeful and even tangentially vengeance-y....like didn't ask for a single detail on whomst the fuck deprived us of our brother-having?

Where were the attempts on Luthor's life by Jason (who I mean, yeah I know it was in a previous continuity, but erasing that timeline doesn't erase my awareness of the time Dick killed Jason's murderer so like.....mmm, just saying, woulda been nice)....where was the rage directed at the Crime Syndicate and references to how seriously and personally the Batfam took making sure that they were PUNISHED for all this and would never be free to wreak havoc on their world or their family again? What did they tell Damian when he came back to life, and how are you going to tell me that this fraternal little ball of fury didn't aim himself like a cannonball at whomever the fuck had DARED take HIS Batman from him when Damian wasn't around to have his back?

Not only does everyone else's desire to be avenged start falling really flat the second you factor in hey maybe Dick feels "mmm what about MY avenging" sometimes, and why doesn't anyone ever care about doing that for him.....but also, y'know what REALLY sucks about the ONLY person we actually SEE being blamed for Dick's death and ensuing absence being like....Dick himself?

Not only were his family all super keen on making all of this HIS fault and HIM the bad guy because of how it made them all feeeeeeel (and meanwhile fuck his feelings, am I right Batfam hfaklshfklahfkla).....

They somehow found a way to justify prioritizing this OVER ever even getting around to blaming some villain for his death in the FIRST place, in the entire year or so they thought he was still dead!

Like, you couldn't come up with a single target in all that time, but Dick's back two seconds, and you don't even give him a chance to EXPLAIN before you're punching him, shutting him down with 'I expected better from you' and turning away with 'I don't want to hear it, why am I surprised Dick Grayson disappointed me again'?

afshklfhalfhalfhla

Make it make sense!

And like, it won't, cuz it doesn't, and it never will, and like I said at the top, the ONLY reason it all played out this way is because DC doesn't give a fuck about character development and deemed it necessary to go down this way for the sake of the plot (which was totes worth it, I mean, glad we sacrificed characters for this A+ plot which was clearly the greatest plot of all time and definitely justified every story choice made or not made around it loooool).

BUT.

BUT BUT BUT.

The problem isn't JUST that DC is stupid, even though that is an eternal mood and quite the problem.

Its that the SECOND large parts of fandom decided to play along with DC and just accept the story at face value, only add to it and play into it exactly as it happened in canon with no significant deviations, and like, heaping on the LITERAL abuse from Dick's siblings while ignoring the LITERAL abuse from his father....

THAT....is when all of this becomes relevant.

Because the second people decided TO engage with the reasoning DC gave for what Bruce did and how and what Dick did and how and just not mess with any of that and have it all play out exactly like that...

The second people are like, okay we're FINE with not just dismissing this story as OOC writing that doesn't make any sense, and actually VALIDATING it to various degrees by engaging with it as is....

That's when 'OOC writing' stops being an excuse or explanation for alllll of the above gaps in character logic and actions.

Because its like, when you had abundant chance to REJECT this story and say nope, this was bullshit from start to finish and I'm not here for it, when you were just as capable of transforming literally ANY aspect of this story you didn't like into something that made more sense to you....

And you chose not to.

That's.....accepting it as valid writing. You were like, okay, I'm game to just treat this as a thing that happened, just like they said that happened.

For the chance to give Dick shit for it, see. For the angst, see.

And that's when I'm like okay cool, so when engaging with this story as is and accepting it on face value and just delving into the characters as they were SHOWN interacting with and around these events......for the angst or whatever....

You guys just all decided en masse to just hop, skip and jump over allllllllll the opportunities for angst inherent in examining even ANY SINGLE ONE of the above lapses in judgment or hypocrisy on the parts of the characters (who don't get to be excused by OOC writing if you're not going to call the story an example of OOC writing, whoops).

And its just like, uh, what's up with that?

#lol thank you for this ask tho #I havent gone on a good Spyral rant in months #it does wonders for my pores

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tyongxnct · 4 years ago

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𝐹𝐼𝐺𝑈𝑅𝐸𝑆 - 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑦

pairing: Hendery x reader

special guest: Lucas, mention of Jaehyun

summary: Hendery tried so hard to win your heart, but you weren’t sure about giving him a chance. He was a fuckboy after all and everyone told you he’d break your heart. You gave him a chance, you thought he had changed, but little did you know. Little did you know that he was going to break your heart.

song: figures - Jessie Reyez

genre: established-relationship!au fuckboy!au college!au , angst, smut

warnings: smut, toxic relationship, cheating, swearing, alcohol consumption, manipulation?, self-doubt

word count: 5.3k

A/N: yooo my first hendery fic I hope you enjoy!!! 💖💖💖

taglist: @aesthetichrj @bvbyxuxi @bitchenderyy @chitaphrrrr

this is fiction!

Figures I gave you ride or die and you gave me games Love figures I know I'm cryin' 'cause you just won't change

Love figures I gave it all and you gave me shit Love figures I wish I could do exactly what you did

The power couple on campus.

That’s how everyone called you and Hendery. You were the power couple, the couple everyone loved and everyone was jealous of.

Before you agreed to go on a date with Hendery, your friends had warned you about him.

“He’s a fuckboy, Y/n.”

“Don’t fall for him, you’ll get hurt.”

“I heard he dated three girls at once and none of them knew about the other.”

But Hendery had his eyes on you for a while now, and he did everything to get your attention. He’d buy you an iced caramel latte every morning before you had to go to class, he’d give you snacks in between classes, he’d text you good night and good morning every day. He was just the sweetest guy ever and it didn’t take long for you to give it a try.

You went on your first date and you fell hard for him. Hendery was so kind and lovely, the perfect gentleman. He was like that until you got together, but the first couple months you dated, he still acted like a perfect boyfriend.

Even your friends fell for his sweet acting.

“Guess we were wrong Y/n.”

“I’m glad you gave him a chance, look how happy he makes you.”

“You’re such a power couple, you look so good together.”

You were blinded.

You were blinded by your love for him and by everyone on campus talking about your perfect relationship, everyone was telling you how lucky you were to have him. But things changed. He changed. Hendery was cold, distant and most of the time annoyed. Whatever you did annoyed him. Simple things like asking him about his day, telling him you missed him made him snap at you.

When Hendery snapped at you, you apologized right away and cursed yourself, you felt like it was your fault that he was distant.

Stupid Y/n, he’s right. You should shut up and leave him alone.

When Hendery stopped texting you good morning and good night, you still did.

You (09:27): good morning babeeee, I saw you in my dreams and now I miss you. Can you come over today?

Babyyyy (20:20): Baby I’m out with the guys tonight.

You were worried all day. He didn’t answer your text or your calls. You stopped calling, you didn’t want to annoy him. After finally receiving a text, you got ready for bed.

You (20:21): okay baby, be safe. I love you.

When Hendery left you hanging, over and over again.

You (19:30): Hey baby, I thought we were going to meet up at 7? Are you okay? Did something happen?

You waited another half an hour and he didn’t show up. You called him about three times and you tried to call his friend, Lucas. “Hello?” he yelled into the phone, the music in the background was too loud. “Hey Lucas. This is Y/n. I’m sorry to bother you but is Hendery with you? He isn’t answering my calls and I’m a little worried.”

“Oh, hi, uhm- give me a second yeah?”

“Sure.”

You could hear many voices, female, and male.

“One night, I just want one fucking night for myself.” You heard Hendery say, “Why the fuck are you calling Lucas?! Do you want to embarrass me?”

Hendery snapped at you.

“Sorry, I was just worried. I thought tonight is date night-“

“I told you I can’t today.” He said annoyed.

“Oh, did you? I don’t remember that you-“

“Are you calling me a liar now?” he said angrily.

“No of course not. Oh yeah, here is your text. I’m sorry I forgot it.”

There was no text.

“See, I told you.”

“Sorry. Uhm, have fun and I lo-“

He hung up.

You cried yourself to sleep that night. You didn’t know what to do anymore. The boy who was head over heels for you, changed so much and was constantly hurting you. What happened to the Hendery who promised to never hurt you?

You woke up in the middle of the night to a loud bang on your door.

You looked through the spy and saw Hendery and Lucas, who was trying to hold him up. You opened the door and Hendery stumbled in, you still caught him with your hands and Lucas helped you.

“Hey Y/n. I’m sorry to wake you up at this hour- uhm, I didn’t know where else to bring him.”

“It’s okay. Thank you for taking care of him.”

Lucas smiled softly and helped you carry Hendery to your bedroom.

“Do you need any help or?”

“No thank you, you can go now.”

He nodded and left you alone with a drunk Hendery.

“Hendery? I’ll make you some coffee okay? Do you want to take a shower?”

“Hm?? Shower sounds good.” He giggled.

You let a little bit water in your bathtub and in the meantime you made his coffee. When you entered the bathroom after placing the coffee in your room, he was trying to take off his clothes.

“Babeeee, helppppp.” He whined.

You smiled softly, he was kinda cute-

Wait.

What’s that?

He was half naked in front of you for the first time actually, but the purple marks on his neck and collarbones distracted you.

You weren’t the one who gave him those hickeys.

“I know I’m hot.” He giggled and started unbuttoning his pants. You turned around as he pulled his pants and briefs down. “D-Do you need help?”

You could hear him sit down in the bathtub.

“Mhmm.” He mumbled.

Who gave you hickeys Hendery?

You softly washed his hair and his body, you tried to look anywhere but down.

Did you cheat on me Hendery?

Is she better than me?

Prettier?

Skinnier?

You were in deep thoughts and Hendery noticed, so he pulled you in and you yelped at the sudden pull and water hitting your skin.

“Shower with me baby.” He giggled again.

“Hendery I’m still in my clothes.”

You got up and your pajama sticked to your body and you weren’t wearing a bra. Hendery looked at your body with a shimmer in his eyes. You helped him get up and wrap the towel around him.

“Go and wait in my room and drink your coffee okay?”

“Yes sir!” he giggled, eyes glued to your breasts. You closed the door and took off your clothes. You looked at the mirror, did he cheat on you?

You were scared, so scared to lose him. You were in love with him after all, you loved him more than anything.

You also wrapped a towel around your body and left the bathroom to get you clothes. When you entered your room, Hendery was still wrapped in the towel. He starred at you. “Did you drink your coffee?” you asked him, he pouted and shook his head.

You sighed.

“When I’m back, I want to see you drink your coffee okay?”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to change. I’m completely wet.”

Hendery smirked, “You’re wet?”

“Did you forget what you just did?” you opened your drawer and grabbed your underwear and pajamas.

When you turned around, you bumped into Hendery’s chest. “What are you doing?” He didn’t answer, he just cupped your cheeks and kissed you.

Yeah, you made out and he touched you, over your clothes, he gave you hickeys and you gave him hickeys here and there, but you were never completely naked in front of each other. His hands were on your waist now, he grabbed you softly and pressed himself against you. You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

You didn’t give him those hickeys.

But maybe, you could give him new ones to remind him that you are his girlfriend.

Maybe he was sexually frustrated and needed you.

Maybe he needs you right and now as much as you need him.

You weren’t a virgin anymore, but it was different with Hendery. You wanted to take your time with him, you trusted him but you after all the rumors about him being a fuckboy, you were a little scared.

But right now, you were scared to lose him to another girl.

Hendery pressed you against your bed now, his lips leaving yours to leave kisses on your skin. His hand slowly made his way inside of your towel. He stroked your bare thighs and his lips were right above your breasts, they were still covered in the towel.

You could feel his length against your leg and it turned you on. You needed him.

“H-Hendery please.”

“You want this baby? Tell me you want this.”

“I-I want this- I need this please.” You whimpered as he kissed your breasts over the towel.

��Let’s get rid of this shall we?”

You were completely naked under him now. You tried to close your legs, but he was in between them and stopped you from doing so. You hid your boobs under your arms.

“I want to see you baby. Please let me see.” He said softly.

You slowly showed him your boobs, nipples hard from the cold and arousal.

“So perfect.” He whispered as he licked your nipple. He cupped the other one and squeezed it slightly. You heart was beating so fast, and it felt so good, you closed your eyes and let him do whatever he wanted to your body.

“H-Hendery,”

“Yes baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Mark me- p-please mark me.” You moaned.

Hendery smirked against your boobs. He left a couple kisses on your breasts and then he sucked marks on your skin. On your collarbones, your neck, your breasts. While sucking on your skin, his hand travelled between your legs. He slowly put his finger on your clit and circled it. You got even wetter and you wanted more.

“More- Please.” You moaned.

Hendery put two fingers inside of you and started pumping. You could hear how wet you are, how much he turned you on. Your body was on fire and you could feel your orgasm coming. His tongue was back on your nipple, softly licking and sucking.

“F-Fuck Hendery!” you came and you came hard. You had the best orgasm ever, and he didn’t even put his dick inside of you.

“Look how hard you made me baby.” He rubbed his dick against you and licked his fingers.

“Please fuck me, please.” You begged.

“Baby let me get a condom okay? Gonna fuck you so good.”

Hendery looked in his wallet for a condom, he was always carrying a condom with him.

He ripped the condom open and wrapped it around his hard dick. You were too shy to look at his dick, you looked at the ceiling and waited for him. When he was back on top of you, he kissed your lips.

“Give me your hand.” He said and you did.

He helped you wrap your hand around his dick. He guided you to pump him a little before he placed his cock at your entrance. Hendery slowly pushed in and when he was fully inside of you, you felt so full and good. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight.”

He started fucking you harder and deeper and you almost saw the stars.

“Feels good baby?”

“Feels so good, H-Hendery, I feel so full.” You moaned out as he grabbed your wrists to press them against the bed.

You closed your eyes, too overwhelmed with the feeling of him fucking you.

“Open your eyes and watch how I fuck you.” He said.

You did as he said and when you wanted to close your eyes again, too shy to look at him, with his one hand, he held your wrists and with the other he wrapped his hand around your neck. “I said look at me.” He almost growled as he started chocking you.

This was your first time getting chocked and it felt good, better than you imagined.

“I’m gonna cum-“ you moaned.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock baby? Be a good girl and come on my cock.”

One hand was chocking you and the other one was on your clit. You clenched around his cock as you came for the second time that night. Your orgasm hit you harder this time and you wrapped your hands around his arm.

“T-Too much, Hendery”

“Baby I’m almost there. I know you can take it.”

As he kept fucking into you, you could feel your third orgasm nearing and when you came again, you clenched and that was it for him. Hendery exploded and came into the condom. He pulled out and threw the condom away. You couldn’t move, you were too exhausted.

That night, you fell asleep in his arms under your warm blankets. You hoped that this night would change him. Maybe he could see how much you cared about him and how much he hurt you in the last weeks. How you cried every night, how you waited for him, only to be ditched.

But he didn’t change.

When you woke up, he was gone.

I wish I could hurt you back Love, what would you do if you couldn't get me back? You're the one who's gonna lose Something so special, something so real Tell me boy, how in the fuck would you feel? If you couldn't get me back That's what I wish that I could do To you, you To you, you

You decided to go to a party tonight. When you told your friends that you wanted to hang out with them and drink, they were so happy. It’s been a couple weeks since you had spent time with them. Hendery didn’t like your friends. They had tried to stop you from dating Hendery, they told you bad things about him and even though they were right, he hated them for trying to stop you from loving him. He tried to stop you from meeting them as much as he could, he was scared that they would tell you about his secret reputation. He was still the same old fuckboy, but he didn’t want to lose you, so you had to stay at home and wait for him. But your friends sadly didn’t know about the shit he was doing. And even though you weren’t really close to Lucas, he knew and felt bad for you. He liked you, he was happy that his friend found someone as nice and kind as you, but Hendery was still his friend and it wasn’t his relationship, he promised Hendery not to tell you anything.

Now you were dressed sexily, on your way to a frat party your friend was invited to. She was seeing this frat boy, Jaehyun, and she really hoped to get closer to him tonight.

You texted Hendery that you were out with your friends, he called you an hour later but you didn’t want to answer. He never answered you calls and this time you wanted to know how it feels to ignore someone. He texted you, telling you to call him, to tell him where you were.

Maybe he was worried?

You called him back, you couldn’t ignore him any longer, you weren’t like that, you didn’t want him to worry. You couldn’t ignore him like he ignored you.

“Fucking finally.”

“Sorry it was too lo-“

“Where the fuck are you? Didn’t I tell you to stop talking to those girls!”

“Hendery we-“

“I don’t fucking care. Go home.”

You had enough, “No.” and then you hung up and turned off your phone.

“Hey everything alright?” your friend asked you.

You nodded with a small smile, “Let’s have fun!”

Not even an hour later, you were drunk. The last time you were this drunk, was before you dated Hendery. It felt good, you stopped caring, just like he always did, and enjoyed your time with your friends.

Everything seemed blurry after a while, your head was spinning and you decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up a little. You told your friends that you had to pee and then you went upstairs. You weren’t sure which door was the right one.

You opened the first door and saw a couple making out.

You opened the second door and it was empty.

You opened the third door and when you saw another couple, you almost left the room, but after realizing it was Hendery with a girl, you stopped moving. They were facing each other and it seemed like they were about to kiss.

“Bitch, we’re kinda busy here?” she said annoyed that you interrupted them. When Hendery turned around and saw you standing there, he looked at you with a shocked expression.

“B-Baby? What are you doing here?” he stepped back from her and walked to you.

“Don’t! Don’t come closer to me!” you stepped back.

“Hendery? Who’s that girl?” she asked him.

“She’s my girlfriend, I told you about her.” he hoped that the girl he was about to fuck would help him.

“Right. Hi, nice to meet you. Don’t worry, Hendery just gave me some boyfriend advice, you know, since he’s your boyfriend and he’s a little experienced. I’ll leave you two alone. Thank you again Hendery.” She smiled at you, but there was something telling you, that she lied. That they lied.

Hendery pulled you closer by your wrist and closed the door after she left.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’re here?”

“Who was that girl, Hendery?” you ignored his question, “What did you do with her?”

Hendery laughed awkwardly, “I did nothing with her. We just talked.”

“Is she the girl you’re cheating on me with?” your sounded so broken. You pulled your arm out of his grip. “What? I’m not cheating on you!” he yelled, his heart was beating so fast against his chest.

“Don’t l-lie. Please don’t lie to me.” You were about to cry. The alcohol you consumed slowly left your system.

“You’re here accusing me of cheating although you’re the one dressed like this at a fucking frat party. What the fuck are you doing here huh?!” he changed the topic, he was mad and scared. He had to blame you, he needed you to forget about the whole cheating thing.

“W-What? I’m here with my friends, I told you that. I would never lie to you. I would never hurt you! I would never cheat on you but you-“

“Okay, I trust you, so why can’t you trust me huh?!”

“I saw the hickeys! I-I saw you with this girl not even five minutes ago. I-I don’t know what to think anymore!” you started crying, you were feeling so overwhelmed with the situation, you didn’t know what to believe.

Figures I'm the bad guy 'cause I can't learn to trust Love figures

“Why can’t you just fucking trust me?!” Hendery yelled at you, “I thought you loved me! You can’t even trust your own boyfriend!”

Hearing those words leave his mouth hurt you so much.

“N-No I love you! I’m sorry-“ you sobbed.

“I-I don’t know If I believe you. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me.” He said and looked at the floor. You hugged him tightly, too scared to lose him. “N-No! I trust you and I love you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Hendery. I love you so much, please don’t leave me.”

His plan worked.

He felt disgusting, but he couldn’t lose you.

You say sorry once and you think it's enough I got a lineup of girls and a lineup of guys Beggin' for me just to give 'em a try Figures I'm willin' to stay 'Cause I'm sick for your love

You really thought you were going to lose him and you really thought that he’d change and everything would be great, but nothing changed.

Your mind was playing games with you. You still didn’t trust Hendery, but you would shut up until you see him do something he shouldn’t. Every second of your day, you were scared to go out or call him. Scared to hear a female voice. Scared to see him cheating.

You acted like the perfect girlfriend. Always doing whatever he wanted you to, always having sex with him, whenever he wanted. Always shutting up when he told you to. You were slowly and painfully breaking apart.

It was your one-year anniversary and you planned something for him. You wanted to surprise him with his favorite cake and two tickets to Tokyo. He had told you when you were still getting to know each other, that it was his dream to go to Tokyo.

It was ten in the morning when you stopped in front of his frat house. Everyone was sleeping of course, it was a Sunday after all. This week it was his frat house having a party, last week it was another frat house.

You softly knocked on the door, a guy you had never seen before opened the door and he looked like he was awake the whole night.

“And you are?”

“Oh yeah sorry. I’m here for-“

“I don’t care. Come in.”

You entered and went upstairs. You were only two times here, but that was at the beginning of your relationship.

It was still early, Hendery was probably still asleep, but you wanted to spend the whole day with him.

That guy followed you up and when he saw your hand on Hendery’s door, he tried to stop you. “Hey! What are you doing?”

“I’m going to my boyfriend?” you said unsure.

“But this is Hendery’s room?” he was confused.

“Yeah I know. I’m his girlfriend?” Now you were confused too.

“What? Wait. I just remembered that he left earlier this morning. Come back later.”

And when you turned to him, you heard Hendery’s voice.

You pushed his hand away and opened the door, you had no idea why he was lying to you until you saw the reason with your own eyes.

Hendery completely naked with a girl, also naked, in his bed.

“What the fuck dude? Can’t you knock?!” Hendery shouted, but when he saw you standing there, he couldn’t move.

“I-I tried to stop here dude. I’m sorry.”

You looked at the guy and then back at Hendery. You dropped the cake and the letter with the tickets and turned around to leave as fast as you could. On your way down, you saw Lucas who immediately understood what just happened upstairs.

“Y/n. I’m so sorry-“

“Don’t. Don’t act like you care.” You said coldly before you left.

Hendery got dressed and ran after you, ignoring that random girl in his bed.

“Y/n! Wait!” he saw you walking faster, but your vision was too blurry to see anything.

“Don’t go, just listen to me please!” He ran faster and caught you with his hand. “Don’t touch me! Don’t fucking touch me or I’ll scream!” you were trying to push him away. “Please calm down, baby. Listen to me, please Y/n.” he begged.

“Fuck you.”

“I’m sorry. Please, I-I’m so sorry. I was so drunk I can’t remember anything I-“

“Shut up! Stop lying to me! You’re always lying, you’re always making me feel like it’s my fault, like I’m the one cheating and lying around! But it’s you! You’re fucking with my head so just go!”

You looked for a taxi, a bus, for anything just to get away from him, running was no option, he’d catch you.

“I love you, I’m sorry. Please just, calm down and listen-“

“I should’ve listened to them. Everyone told me that you were going to break my heart. Everyone told me you’re a fuckboy, that you don’t know what love is. I never needed you, there were so many people who wanted to go on dates with me. Nice and kind people who would never hurt me like you did, but I chose you. I decided to trust you and give you a chance. I’m so fucking stupid.” You were crying harder every passing second.

“D-Don’t say that baby. You love me, you need me as much as I need you. It was a stupid mistake. I only love you!” Hendery’s hands were trembling, he had never felt this way. The fear of losing someone was something he never wanted to feel, but he deserved it. He deserved to feel pain and you deserved someone better. But he would never let go of you. He loves you.

“Y-You accused me of c-cheating, but you were the one c-cheating! I felt like a crazy girlfriend, I was so paranoid! But I was right the whole time!”

“I’m sorry, please forgive me.” He whispered, tears rolling down his cheek.

After crying, yelling, and talking for an hour, you decided you needed to go home and be alone to clear your mind. You were still madly in love with Hendery, even though he broke your heart to thousands of pieces.

You didn’t see him for almost a week, but he was spamming you with texts and calling you every hour. He was determined to get you back, no matter what it costs. You didn’t tell anyone about what happened, you were too ashamed. How could you face your friends after they warned you every time?

You didn’t go to your classes, all you did was cry and cry.

Hendery held the tickets in his hands tightly. He was so mad that he destroyed everything. And when he read the letter in which you thanked him for loving you, thanked him for everything and told him how much you love him and the happy one-year anniversary written beautifully in your handwriting, broke his heart once again.

How could he hurt you? How could he do that to you?

What Hendery didn’t except to see is you knocking on his door two weeks after you caught him cheating. His face lit up with hope, but his heart arched as he saw how broken you looked.

“H-Hi. Do you want to come in?” he asked nervously.

You looked behind him, the memory of the girl in his bed was still haunting you.

“No, uhm, can we go outside?”

He nodded softly.

You were going to regret this decision, but you didn’t care at that moment.

After walking around for about ten minutes, you stopped and looked at him. Hendery looked back at you and you saw that he also cried.

“I’m still in love with you.” You said.

“I’m also still in l-love with you. I love you.” Hendery whispered.

“I know I shouldn’t, I know this is dumb, but-“

“B-But?” he wanted to hold you, he wanted to kiss you.

“I want to give you a second chance.”

It was the first time you saw Hendery this happy. He wasn’t even this happy when you went on your first date or when he asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes.

“I- thank you, I won’t hurt you ever again, I promise you. I love you so so much. Thank you thank you thank you.” He pulled you in for hug, but it was still hard for you to hug him back.

Wish I could hurt you back Love, what would you do if you couldn't get me back? You're the one who's gonna lose Something so special, something so real Tell me boy, how in the fuck would you feel? If you couldn't get me back That's what I wish that I could do To you, you To you, you

This time, you were the cold one in the relationship. You rarely answered him back, met him just once or twice a week even though you weren’t doing anything special. You were being so distant and Hendery noticed, it hurt. It hurt him so much, he was so scared to lose you again.

He didn’t know what to do.

Hendery (17:10): Hey baby. Our frat is having a party tonight, do you want to come? Or we can go to the movies. I miss you and I love you.

You reread his text over and over again.

You weren’t going to lie, you missed him too, but you wanted to hurt him, just a little bit. You wanted to show him how you felt. How he treated you.

You (17:35): let’s go to the frat party

It was almost ten pm when you entered the party in a cute dress, you weren’t going to dress like Hendery wanted you anymore. Your body, your decision.

Hendery opened the door for you and leaned in to kiss you, but you turned your face and he kissed your cheek.

Another stab in Hendery’s heart.

“You look really pretty.” He got jealous, but he knew that acting jealous right now was wrong.

“Thanks.”

And after a couple hours, you were drunk and enjoying yourself. You danced and had so much fun, Hendery was bored and wanted to be the only one to watch you dance. He wanted to bring you upstairs and kiss you until he ran out of breath.

“I’m going to pee.” You told him.

“Do you want me to-“

“No I can go on my own.” You giggled. You were really drunk.

After doing your business in the bathroom upstairs, you bumped into Lucas. “Oh sorry- hi y/n.” he said. You looked at him. He knew, Lucas knew what Hendery did and he never told you. Lucas hurt you too and he knew it.

“Look, I’m really sorry about what happened and I know I should’ve told you but-“ before he could finish his sentence, you pressed your lips on his. It was just for two seconds. You pulled back immediately, before Lucas could realize what just happened. Yes, Hendery broke your heart, but you weren’t going to be like him, you couldn’t use Lucas, you couldn’t do the same mistake Hendery did.

“I-I’m sorry. I just…fuck.” You left him standing there and went back to Hendery. His eyes lit up when he saw you coming back to him. “Hi baby. Do you want to go? This party sucks-“

“I kissed Lucas. It was just for two seconds, I pulled away. I couldn’t do it. I wanted to hurt you b-but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t c-cheat I-“ you started sobbing. Hendery softly led you outside, “I wanted you to feel like how I felt all the time. I want you to be scared to lose me, I want you to feel the same pain I feel. How would you feel If you couldn’t get me back? How would you feel If I cheated on you?” you cried out as you looked anywhere but Hendery.

You could hear him crying though, “I don’t want to lose you ever again, Y/n. I-I can’t believe I did this to you, you never deserved that a-and I love you. I love you so much and I would do anything to stop your pain. You’re so special- you mean so much to me and I fucked up so bad, but I promise you I won’t hurt you ever again. You have to believe me.”

He softly cupped your cheeks and looked you deep in the eyes, “I promise you Y/n. I won’t hurt you ever again. I love you so much, I can’t live without you. I need you by my side. And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for hurting you. I love you and I will never hurt you again. Please give me a chance to make everything right.”

“Okay.” You nodded softly and he pulled you in for a hug, this time you hugged him back. “I love you so much, Y/n.”

One day you could say it back.

One day you’d be happy again.

Figures

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Purple Rain | t.h

A/N: hello my love! I seriously don't know how I should describe this fic, just grab some tissues, something you can cuddle and read my probably favorite fanfic I've ever written <3 I suggest you listening to purple rain by prince :) Thank you so much for supporting me for already exact 1 year!!! I love u all sm <3

pairing: Tom Holland x reader

warnings: none just pure sadness and pain

w/c: 2.9k

Summary: Love isn't temporary honey, but it can be made unforgettable.

masterlist || taglist & requests (in my masterlist)

"Hey Lucy, have you finished the paperwork that I gave you an hour ago?" you asked your co-worker and best friend. She was a very nice but sometimes pretty exhausting person.

She sighed loudly before she answered,

"Yeah, no, but I'm about halfway through honey!" she told you as you stood at the doorway of her office and looked at her with a stern gaze.

"Okay, it's fine, but please finish it before I go home, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, no problem y/n. Anyways how's Tom doing? Are you too on good terms again?" lucy asked you as she went on working on her paperwork that you gave her.

Tom, hah, that was quite of a critical topic at the time. You and Tom are dating for a long time already and you love each other endlessly, obviously you do, but lately he's been very... off. You don't know what's going on or what he may be going through but you sadly can't get this one though out of your head. Tom is cheating on you.

You didn't talked with him about, at least not yet, because just like you just mentioned, you have no idea what he may be going through right now... Maybe he's currently extremely stressed with work and is just really tired and exhausted when he comes home but you are not really sure.

Honestly, you don't think that he's cheating but you also can't deny the fact that this still could be an option... I mean, every women would be concerned if her boyfriend comes home every single day pretty late and doesn't really talk much with you. But it's just called being tired, right?

Tom would never cheat on you right? He wouldn't even think about it or would he? No. Not your Tommy boy, but at the same time... He's a man, and let's be hones man are all the same. Sex addicted pigs which can't truly open up about their real feelings to their partners.

"No, I mean yeah, it's all good again lucy, everything's fine between the two of us" you stated with a fake smile. "Y/n honey, your a hell of a bad liar, you know that right?" Lucy answered with a little bit of sadness in her eyes, knowing that you just had to lie to her about such an important and valuable thing.

You sigh tiredly before you walked further into her office and answered,

"Yeah okay, you got me lucy, I just don't know what up with him, I don't immediately want to think about the worst situation you know?"

"Do you mean cheating with the worst situation?" she asked you seriously.

You shook your head with a little laugh at that statement. "I don't belive that lucy, why should he cheat?"

"I don't know y/n but please think about it, okay? Talk to him anytime soon honey and please fix this, whatever this currently is between the two of you, I really like the two of you, especially together, don't give him up y/n" she told you with a sad smile on her face.

"I won't give him up and we will talk"

"Promise me?"

"Promise" you told her with a tiny smile before you left her office and packed your stuff in your own office next to her's.

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"Darling, I'm home" you shouted through the walls of the house that tom and you share.

"Kitchen!" he quickly yelled back. As you entered the kitchen you saw how Tom was prepering spaghetti Bolognese for the two of you. You love that food and he knows it.

"That looks delicious baby" you praised him proudly as you started eating while he sat down and started to eat too.

"Well thank you" he answered pretty dry.

Weird. Usually he's always using nicknames...

He seemed...sad. Almost depressed and kinda anxious, like as if he was hiding something deep inside him and currently battling a fight with his head how he should tell me or if he should tell me. He looked so tense, you almost doubted if he is really your Tommy boy.

"Tommy, are you okay?" you asked him, voice full of concern.

"Uhm, yes, of course, why wouldn't be everything okay?" he asked you, just looking down at his spaghetti, not even giving one glance.

Wow.

"I don't know, you just seem very off baby" you told him as you stared at his sad but also tense facial expression. "No, everything is fine, okay?" he stated in a rude tone. You never heard Tom speaking to you like that. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for asking" you apologized immediately. He just shook his head lazily before he went on eating his noddles.

Something has to be bitterly wrong here.

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2:14 am.

That was the time you woke suddenly woke up, having a bit of an uneasy feeling in your stomach. You looked over to your right, seeing how your boyfriend is awake, leaning against the headboard and typing on his phone with a genuine smile on his face.

What was he smiling about?

Why isn't he asleep?

You were really curious right now...

"Why are you up?" you whisperd as he turned to face you with a shooked expression. "I was just checking my phone real quick, I'm expecting a message" he stated as he laid his phone back down on the tiny shelf next to his side of the bed. "From who are you expecting a message bubu" you asked him, kind of worried of the answer.

"Just from my manager about some things we have to go through" he told you and you knew by the way and the tone he said it that it was a lie but you let it slide.

For now.

Later on that night you decided to be a bit of a bad girlfriend and crawled out of bed to just take a quick look at his phone.

Just a quick glance, not more.

So that's why you sit in the kitchen right now with Tom's phone in your hand and a glass of water next to your figure on the kitchen counter. You scrowled mindlessly through his messages.

But then someonething caught your eye.

Lily thompson :)

"Who the hell is she" you whisperd to yourself quietly right before you tapped on her contact. And then you mind went blank.

So many messages.

So many flirty comments.

So many sexual and kinky words.

You read how Tom apparently calls her 'his princess' over the phone.

Not even a week ago was that the nickname Tom always used to call you. And you loved the nickname...

And then you saw that the last message was about ten minutes ago.

So he really lied to you.

You were devastated, you put the phone down and buried your face in your hands as you let the tears fall.

"Darling?" you suddenly heard Tom entering the kitchen.

You quickly stood up and grabbed the phone next to you, the chat between him and his side bitch still open on the slightly cracked up display.

"Can you explain this?!" you asked him with glassy eyes, you could barley see him, but maybe was that even better right now.

"What do you mean-" but he stopped midsentence, noticing what you showed him on your phone. "Why do you have my phone?" he asked you angrily. "Oh, that's the first question your asking me? Are you fucking serious Thomas!?" you yelled loudly. "Oh c'mon y/n, you already knew it anyway, didn't you?" he shouted back, not caring one bit about your tears.

"Tom" you whisperd in pure sadness. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? To us? To our future?" you asked him quietly, not being able to stop the tears.

"There is no us anymore y/n, and I was aware of that already a long time ago" he stated quietly.

"Then why haven't you talked to me? You could have told me that you don't love me anymore"

"You would have broken down, just like you do now, I wasn't ready to face that yet" he whisperd back at you with no emotion. "Let's be honest y/n, your a nobody. You have no one expect for me and my family, your barely have any friends, yeah your know lucy and a few other colleagues, but are their your true friends? Doe they know your secrets and your wildest fantasies? No. They don't y/n. I don't wanna make myself look important right now, but without me, you would live in an old, rusty and ugly apartment, all by yourself with barely any food at home. Your a no one and I don't want a no one" he stated seriously.

You were shooked, tears streaming down your face with no sign to stop any time soon.

"I pay my own bills, I buy the things that I wear everyday with the money that I earn, I make food for you lazy ass every single day and that's how you repay me? With cheating on me and talking myself down?"

"I'm not talking you down, I'm stating facts. You are a no one, and as long as your family doesn't want you back, your gonna stay a nobody"

"Don't talk about my family, you know why they pushed my away, because of you Thomas"

"That's not true. You let them push you away for me. "

"I gave you everything Thomas, I gave you everything I had" you whisperd as tears streamed down your face.

"And I accepted that"

"No, you took it for granted" you told him angrily.

"Look princess-"

"Don't call me what you call her, don't call me what you used to call me now Thomas"

"Look y/n, I loved you, I really did, but love isn't meant to stay forever"

"No, it really isn't, but it's meant to be real and beautiful, but that isn't the case between us Thomas" you always called him Thomas when you were sad or mad.

"I would love to be able to say that I hate you, but I can't, I-I can't and I hate it, I hate that every cell in my body still loves you so much" you whined.

"I'm sorry, but I can't pretend to love you y/n"

"Why? You already did it" you told him as you tasted your own salty tears. "You already broke my heart Thomas, you already destroyed everything Thomas, don't you realize that? Because I don't only love you Tom, I also love paddy and Harry and Sam and your parents, fuck I really love your parents, they are the closest people I've ever had to parents Thomas and you took that from me!"

"It's not my fault-"

"It's not your fault that you put your dick in some other women's pussy?! Do you seriously think I'm that stupid?!" you laughed with glassy eyes.

"I love you Thomas, I love your family and I love your friends, why did you had destroy that all for me? I never did anything bad to you, I loved you each day like it was our first"

He sighed loudly with glassy eyes before he spoke up,

"I don't know, I really don't know"

"Yeah, I don't why I love you either Thomas"

"I'm seriously sorry-"

"Stop, just stop, I just, I don't know, I just love you and your family so much, I will never be able to play Playstation with paddy and lose in Mario kart over and over again, I will never be able to play Harry's model so he can practice, I will never be able to laugh and bake a cake with Sam while we're having a flour war and I will never be able to play with Tessa with her favorite little toy, I lost all of that because of you."

He was speechless. You think that, that was the moment he realized what kind of damage he really caused.

"And your parents, fuck, I love your mum Thomas, please tell her that I loved every second of it when we looked though the photo album where we saw baby photos of you and your brothers, please tell her that she's an amazing cook, and that she makes the best apple pie I've ever tasted and please, please for heavens sake tell that she's an amazing mum, the best even, I know that she has some doubts about that, sometomes she just thinks that she's not good enough for you guys but that's not true, she is the best mum someone could possibly be, and she was the best mother role I ever got to experience"

"And your father, hah, he's so kind and always caring, did you know that he actually loves to play snake? I once showed him the game on my laptop and he was so excited about the game that we ended up playing it for hours, I know it sounds stupid but it made me so happy to see your father happy, because I know how stressed he can get of all the writing he's always doing in his office. That was the first time I genuinely saw your dad happy, and I wish I would have taken a picture cause that would have been for sure my favorite picture of all time" you ended with a tiny laugh.

"The point of all of this is, please never make your family sad, please look out for them and tell them that you love them, you never know when your gonna have to leave them... Or when they are leaving you" you whisperd quietly with tears stained cheeks.

"I never wanted us to end like this" Tom whispered.

"I believe that Thomas, I really do, but you knew that we're gonna end like this and you ignored it" you stated as you wiped your tears. "You knew that we won't have an happy ending but at the same time you knew that you could have written one"

"Love isn't meant for everybody, but everybody deserves it Thomas, that's why I hope that you get happy with her and who know's maybe your gonna have a beautiful and honest happy ending with your princess"

He just looked down at his hands before he decided to say something,

"But you deserve love too" he whisperd painfully.

"I know, but I already got my love, cause these 2 years that you gifted me where the best I've ever had, you made me so happy and I thank you for that Thomas"

"But now I made you sad" he answered quietly.

"Love isn't temporary honey, but it can be made unforgettable" you told him quietly with a tiny smile.

"And you made that, you made it unforgettable for me Thomas and I will always be thankful for that"

And then he broke down.

Tears escaped his eyes as he tried to wipe them away as soon as possible but you noticed them of course.

"Love isn't meant for us huh" Tom asked with a tiny laugh.

"No, it is meant for us, We just aren't meant for each other" you stated quietly as you were fidgeting with your fingers.

"I will, I will probably just leave" you said before you went up into the bedroom you two share-, you two once shared, to grab your things.

After you were done with collecting your things, you went downstairs to the kitchen again and put on your shoes.

"I'm so sorry y/n, I really loved you back then"

"But back then isn't now and I would love it when you would love me now" you told him quietly before you looked at him one last time. "I will never forget you, I know I should but you made my life seriously better" Tom sighed and let more tears escape his eyes before you went on,

"And please never forget one thing... You made it unforgettable" you told him before you opened the door and left.

As you were making your way to your car you suddenly heard it.

The most heartbreaking and loudest scream you ever heard.

From Tom.

You were too stunned to move, so you basically just stood there, in the middle of the street, in the middle of the night, in the middle of the most hardest and heartwrecking situation you ever had to face.

You never realized how blind and numb love can make you. You never wanted to be so happy and feel what all your friends back in school felt from a young age on. You never realized how addicted you get to happiness and love if the right people give it to you. You never realized how weak he made you and you never realized how much his words affected you, in the positive and negative perspective.

But most of all you never realized how much you actually loved him. And maybe was that in the end your biggest mistake. Maybe was that the reason why he did what he did.

Maybe you loved him too less in the end even though he made you feel things you couldn't even describe.

Maybe it was a cry for help that he cheated on you. Maybe he never meant to hurt you, he just wanted to show you that he needs your love right now but you didn't gave him that, at least not soon enough.

And that's how the Story between two hopeless people in love ended. With an broken and devastated man yelling his heart out of his body and his ex-lover standing in the middle of an empty street, infront of the place you two once shared and called home, crying in the almost purple rain.

-`ღ´- ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ -`ღ´-

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inspiteallthedanger · 3 years ago

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Hello! I’m sorry if you have answered this before, but why do you think John went on the trip to Spain with Brian? Do you think he was trying to make a power play, as Paul thinks (or pretends to think)? Do you think Pete Shotton’s account of what happened is accurate? Do you believe John really only told Pete the truth? (Sorry so many parts to this question, feel free to answer what you like)

Hello! I thought for sure I had answered this, but I can't find it now. So let's start again.

First, if you don't know Brain's version of what happened, just go careful because it's got elements of non-con about it. I'll pop it under the tag

Why did John go? Like most things in life, it's not one thing. He got offered a free holiday, he thought it would be good for his career and he was interested in exploring his sexuality. I'm sure all of that was at play.

I don't think the timing was a coincidence; John probably wanted an escape from his commitments and delay settling down. Which also plays into the sexuality stuff. John did (in some ways) have conservative values. He never tried to suggest he wouldn't marry Cyn, he also 'wanted' not to cheat on her (by which I mean he wanted to be the sort of man that didn't do that but was). So, I can see John thinking this was his 'last chance' at exploring his sexuality before he settled down.

I think he liked that Brian wanted him (who doesn't like being desired?), and John was good at knowing how to pull on emotional strings to get what he wanted. So, I have no doubt that even if he didn't plan on sleeping with Brian, he was going with a hint to Brian that he might. Paul seems sure this was why the writing credits were never M/L, although we don’t know how true that is, I don’t think. Not an accident, I'm sure. John went thinking it would help him win over Brian one way or another.

As for what happened, we'll never really know. For me, I guess we have to look at who tells the story and why they might be telling it like that i.e. why would they lie/not know?

For those that said nothing happened:

Paul (and others around John like Cyn) - doesn't know as he wasn't there. John and Brian might just never have told him. He's also incredibly invested in the "John was straight" narrative for a whole host of reasons.

John - coming out was not an option for him. But he said of the Wooler thing that it was internalized homophobia that made him react like that. He also said, "Something nearly happened but didn't". That's interesting to me. Like, there's such a huge range of scope around what that could mean. If John didn't consider it gay until there's penetration (and he sure wouldn't be alone in that interpretation) then that doesn't mean Pete or Brain's accounts are wrong. But regardless, that suggest the potential of desire for it to, if nothing else.

People who say something did:

Pete - the only reason he could have (as I see it) to lie is to sell books. That seems so risky to me. Surely he's got way more stuff that wouldn't also make him a liar and tarnish John's legacy (as it would have been seen then). He also seems to have the same impression as John i.e. "John agreeing to sex and being pleasured by a man doesn't = John was queer". I suppose it's possible John lied to him or he completely misremembered it. But, that's so nuts I don't know what to do with it.

Brian via his friends - bragging rights I guess? But telling them he waited until John was asleep is a wild way to go about that. It seems like he wanted to protect John and made him way more passive. Or, that's actually what happened in which case I'm... not sure how I feel about that for obvious reasons.

So, I think they probably did something. They at least to tried to have some form of sex. I can totally imagine that it was bad/awkward/John (or even Brian) stopped it before the end. That tracks with the vibes of the stories. None of them ring with 'glorious love affair'. I don't get the impression that John enjoyed the experience much. There's no evidence that he pursued anything like it again with an out gay man, for one.

That could be because he didn't enjoy it. It could be the resulting shit show just scared him off. It's also possible, I guess, that he liked it too much and just pushed it so far down he didn't think about it again for years.

Final question, did John not tell anyone else? Who knows. Like, I can believe he only told Pete and then Hunter because they were people he really trusted and knew would 'get' it, and was there at the time. But, I'm sure he told Yoko most things and there are probably some other close friends over the years it's possible he told. But John isn't necessarily one to linger, so perhaps he didn't.

Hope that answers your questions, but shout if not.

#beth rambles #john and spain #i really want that man #to have had positive experiences with gay sex #I just hope Elton/David showed him a good time

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That anaversary aizen looks absolutely fabulous, he looks like a figure skater xd.

I heard along time ago the last arc of the anime was being animated finally bc they pulled a 90s sailor moon were the last season was not either animated or dubbed untill decades later.

I recall near the end of the current 366 episodes there was an episode were the creapy demon ppl woke up in hell and we're all bitter, and there was the other guy who was like, iM cOmEiNg FoR u IChIgO, but then is never mentioned again after and I'm like,why? Why is lt there just plopted randomly into a different arc that seams unrelated.

And locking aizen up underground seems ok, but It deff won't hold, and he will. Escape, and he will kill, you either need that one spell from star, dubbed, the darkest spell of moon the undaunted, a powerfull dark spell that killed immortal beings, that came from best character, eclipsa, the queen of darkness.

We need that.

Or stick him I'm crystal like eclipsa was in star. Is there no one who could trap him in ice or crystal for all eternity.

How about throw him into the centre of a volcano trapped and caged , forverr being killed by heat?

I assume there's space travel, send I'm into a black whole, were a black whole don't fuckin care if your immortal or fat, you will die

Yes, I love anniversary Aizen. His original octopus-butterfly hollow design was ugly so I'm glad he's back to being the fashion icon he is.

Locking Aizen up underground once is one thing, doing it twice after saying he got more powerful by just sitting there, and he escaped to battle the Quincy Soul King God... is another. I think he should have escaped at the end of the Quincy arc. That is the only feasibility.

I heard the anime is coming back for the Quincy arc as well, but because of COVID its probably going to be delayed. (I'm not gonna watch it until the Rain section of the arc then I'm dipping out. I'm only here for Zangetsu)

and funny that you mention that hell scene in the manga :)

-> spoilers for the new BLEACH 73 page anniversary chapter / thoughts/critique on it

So hey you had a premonition! Syazel .... returned? And his hole is outside of his body??? for some reason???

(I didn't understand the explanation or why / how that happens and what that means for the hollow)

And my friend and I were laughing because out of ALL the things. Kubo could do in this anniversary. He gave Syazel his dick back after going to hell. That is iconic. (that's where his hole was located, and now that its not on his body ... well...) This is the funniest thing Kubo has EVER pulled. Kudos to you, sir.

The entire internet is freaking out over Ukitake being in hell. Honestly Kubo has done far worse, and we've established that Soul Society is a corrupt system that hasn't changed, so I'm not surprised he would pull something like this.

At the same time, Kubo 1. cheated his audience. 2. continues to prove me right that he cannot bring himself to kill his characters

1. Hollows who have commit murder in their human life are sent to hell. Syazel and Aaorniero are two of these hollows, and yet, when they are killed, there is NO gates of hell scene. We see them there later in the hell chapter (which was more of a promotion for the fourth movie and I didn't believe it would hold any merit)

But the same goes for Ukitake. We never see the gates of hell take him. What, was hell late? Did hell's gates get lost like an uber before picking him up? It's bull. Withholding such vital information from your audience, not showing the gates of hell when they should pick up this soul IMMEDIATELY is ... I mean its a lie. Kubo lied to his audience.

2. Now we are told powerful shinigami are sent to hell when they die. First of all that sounds like a security threat. Wouldn't shinigami want revenge for that? Or attempt to escape? Why would they still hold loyalty after being sent to a prison of eternal suffering?

Also "Yhwach and Aizen" were the only ones keeping Hell's gates closed is way too convenient and doesn't really make any sense. I feel like Aizen should have deliberately gone to hell to retrieve powerful shinigami / hollows for his army instead of keeping it /closed/.

This is definitely a Kubo-doesn't-know-what-he's-doing-and-is -making- stuff-up-as-he-goes, but it might have a pinch of merit because of previous plot lines.... but either way, there's some big plot holes here, but again, its Kubo, so I expected nothing less.

Again, he can't kill off his characters. He introduced zombification, he introduced immortality through the hougyoku, he has Orihime and Hachigen's reversal / rejection abilities. He brought back Luppi, friggen.... a character who's entire upper half of his body was incinerated. Like.... come on. No. He's dead, you can't bring him back like that. That's a cop out and just weird. You're taking away consequences and grief.

(Also Yamamoto and Unohana deserve to be in hell far over Ukitake, they've done some fcked up stuff in their pasts unlike him)

Also Kubo's favorite character is Mayuri, which.... you're allowed to have a favorite problematic character. But Keeping said character alive and bared from the consequences of abusing his daughter, murdering innocents, and experimenting on your own squad members? Nah. Nope. Kill him, Kubo. Kill this dude.

(his weird attachment to Mayuri is probably why he keeps bringing Syazel back, since Syazel is Mayuri 2.0, but Syazel is the bad guy who does face consequences for his actions while Mayuri is not)

Also, I'm certain Kazui and Orihime are going to be THRILLED that their precious husband/dad is going to hell when he dies :)

(I just... Rukia teased Ichigo about leaving Orihime at home. She teased him about having a house wife who he leaves all the chores to. Orihime had two panels. She checks on her son who promised he would be at home and sleep. Kazui fcking breaks his promise like it never mattered to him and JUMPS out the window after pretending to sleep in front of his mother. ... An 8 year old... alone... in the middle of the night.)

Orihime is abandoned. She is not invited to SS, she is not informed of what is going on, her son leaves her.... I...

Orihime is a side character. She doesn't matter anymore. She hasn't mattered for a long, long time.

A part of me is glad she had little screen time, since she tends to waste it, but another part of me is embroiled with rage.

I've even see people try to defend this. "Orihime and Ichigo can't be together ALL the time, that's an unhealthy relationship!" and I'm like guys... that's not the point. The point is Orihime is not part of Ichigo's other life. Any shinigami stuff from now on is none of her business. She's going to stay at home while Kazui and Ichigo go off and save the world. Ichigo is going to be fighting by Rukia and Renji while Orihime watches from the sidelines, or worse, doesn't even know what is going on with her husband and son. Orihime is going to be uninformed and abandoned, because she has not proven she is capable of fighting by their sides(go on, @ me. I will fight this. She's a failure.), and also because she prefers a human life over a dead one. Which is ironic, because she married a dead man. Ichigo is a shinigami, and he will be one forever. god forbid she ever meets his Zanpaktou. She would tremble in fear at the monsters her husband harbors in his soul, especially when she realizes they don't care about her and would rather see her dead. (Zangetsu would absolutely kill Orihime. Not sure about Kazui, but Orihime has not accepted Zangetsu, she does not like either of them, and the feeling is assuredly mutual.) frick now I want to make a comic about this

Also still frustrated over Zangetsu's shikai / bankai regression. Kubo once again lied to his audience. Ichigo has no bankai. How ridiculous is that? The main character of BLEACH doesn't have a bankai. Insulting.

(RIP to Chad. He doesn't exist anymore. He's just gone. No mention, no cameo. Gone.)

Kazui is a demon child. That character from the novels? Hikone? They're the same character. Literally same personality, same power level. Its worse because Kazui is a liar. He constantly goes behind his parents' backs. He can summon creepy fish and creepy eyeballs and open portals like is ANYONE aware of this? How has SS not kidnapped Ichigo's son and experimented on him / locked away his powers yet? All substitute shinigami require a reiatsu controlling / spy badge to keep them in line. Where is Kazui's? Or is he just a weird fullbringer?

I was worried Kubo was gonna try and pull a knock off Boruto but luckily he kept the focus on Ichigo and the others. But that being said, Ichika and Kazui are now just... sort of there? Kazui was kinda just.... having his own adventure that doesn't matter to the plot at hand, and Ichika had some nice characterization at first but she just hid behind her dad the whole time.

I have a feeling Kazui is gonna step in at the last minute or do some major behind the scenes thing that indirectly interferes with the main plot so no one will realize how powerful and dangerous he actually is. Its sad because Ichika is the superior character in personality and likability, but she clearly is not going to have a bigger part in this.

Ichigo having a normal life after everything still feels extremely boring and uncomfortable to me. Everyone's like 'I'm still bLEACH!" but.... BLEACH just... doesn't feel like BLEACH anymore. It hasn't for a while now.

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There's two new shinigami characters. Didn't care for the girl, but the Sign Language kid who talks to animals is adorable ... however... he just reminds me of Chad, and I just... it hurts knowing Chad has essentially been deleted. Chad and Orihime are officially benched. They have chosen the human world, and Orihime has given Ichigo his spawn so she has no more use/purpose to him anymore... ////sigh

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Also. This is claimed to be a new "arc". So is the BLEACH manga coming back? What is happening. I thought Kubo was tired and didn't want to do BLEACH anymore. I thought Shounen Jump cut him off. People made so many excuses for Kubo and why the past two arcs have been so badly written the past 6 years and now almost everything they've attempted to defend him with has been revoked.

BLEACH is going to continue to screw up its plot lines and characters, so Its probably best for it to stay dead but I've seen a lot of Kubo stans drooling over this content, they're desperate for BLEACH's return, but its already given out all its possible revelations. There's really nothing else to top here. It's just going to make things up as it goes along ,and I'm not really here for half-assed writing like that, especially since the damage of rushing the previous manga has already been done. Kubo and Shounen Jump are riding off a money nostalgia. None of this was planned.

Honestly though.... overall feeling of this chapter, not as bad as it could have been.

Syazel stole the spotlight, and he's my friend's favorite character, so that's all that really matters.

#bleach #bleach spoilers #spoilers #text post #anti bleach 686 #anti ichihime #ask #tite kubo #technically anti renruki too but #ichihime destroys the plot more than renruki #renruki feels like an after thought #they're only together for kazui and ichika's existence #but if these two are lacking in use if BLEACH were to continue then why have them at all #even tho ive tagged this as anti ichihime #interestingly enough there is no ichihime interaction or really mention at all in this chapter

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lizbotw · 4 years ago

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it’s only sharing a disgustingly sweet milkshake at the local college town diner after both of your evening classes that suna graciously provides the answers to the math homework.

the spongy pencil eraser is easy for you to sink your teeth into as you puzzle over his handwriting. “you know,” you mumble around the nib, trying to figure out if that’s a 5 or a 6, “i never know why you do this to me every week.” this time the drink with two plastic straws floating in an unhealthy heaping of whip cream is a syrupy strawberry flavor.

rintarou tips forward to sip at one of them and in your peripheral, chunky pink-coated fruit pieces travel up the clear tube and disappear between his lips. he releases the straw with an annoying ah that makes you frown, even if you weren’t concentrating in the first place. “aw, don’t tell me you don’t like hanging out with me.” he feigns hurt.

a well placed sip of your own allows you to avoid having to answer that—you have a personal rule of never being sappy in the presence of calculus. if you didn’t like him, suna knows you wouldn’t be hanging out with him—there are just some things you can’t do, even if it’s for the sake of your grade. none of this has to be said out loud of course, but he decides to be annoying and ask anyway.

actually—well... maybe hanging out is... not exactly how this appears to bystanders.

sharing a drink like this, you two probably look more like a couple on a (terribly cheap) afternoon date, rather than two broke college students that split meals to save money and believe that sharing answers for homework isn’t cheating, it’s collaboration.

ha, as if it would ever be different—things like the former never come true. maybe in movies, but that’s about where the line is drawn.

as if he knows what you’re thinking, suna raises an eyebrow at you over the glass, a smile playing on his lips—the same stupid look he always gives you. it feels particularly worse this evening.

it’s hard to avoid eye contact with him mere inches away, but you manage when a car painted a very interesting shade of red rumbles past the fingerprint covered window. you’re grateful for the distraction.

the subject changes when you realize suna has terrible taste when it comes to ordering milkshakes. “what flavor is this?” you spit out the word as though the very concept of calling this a real flavor is more disgusting than the drink itself, smacking your lips and screwing up your face at the excessively saccharine, artificial strawberry aftertaste.

this is no ordinary strawberry milkshake. no, this is a so-bad-only-suna-rintarou-would-order-something-this-horrible-(and-not-necessarily-on-purpose-either) strawberry milkshake.

“valentine’s valor,” he states matter-of-factly like those words mean anything to you. you stare at him until he elaborates. “their valentine’s special,” he clarifies and is gifted with a sarcastic thumbs-up from you in thanks—it is pointedly ignored and suna slings an arm over back of his seat. “dunno the exact flavor though. forgot.”

it tastes like the embodiment of pink, you decide. valentine’s valor. what a stupid name. there are a million and one better words that start with v... you can name at least five with a little thinking. you should ask them to hire you as part of their marketing team, you decide.

maybe it’s fitting title though. you certainly need valor to even think about taking another sip of that... concoction—which you do because you are obsessed with getting your money’s worth.

“valentine’s day was half a week ago?” your mental calendar helpfully supplies.

the clatter of pans in the back kitchen somehow mingles charmingly with the way rintarou throws his head back to laugh—a scene straight out of a movie really. you decide you hate him in the moment. “right you are. want a prize?” ugh. you stick your tongue out at his tone.

great. as if to add insult to injury, of course you’re sharing an out-of-date love holiday special with suna of all people. valentine’s was four days ago and this is where you are on a thursday night. the sticky upholstery of the booth seat, ripped and fraying at the corners, squeaks and groans and attaches itself to the fabric of your jeans as you shift around, suddenly hot. what a strange situation to be in, you think. this has to be a metaphor for life—then again, you’d been thinking this whole... thing has been a metaphor anyway.

yup, ever since suna sat next to you in a calculus II lecture all those fated months ago and took pity on how much you fucking sucked at math, up until the present where he takes slightly less pity on you but does enjoy emptying your dorm mini-fridge and making you pay for his milkshakes—all of it. this entire thing with him. one big stupid metaphor.

the specifics of how you came to have a routine like this are certainly murky, but two things are for certain—one, your calculus grade is certainly a lot better than it would have been otherwise, and two, you have one friend more than you did at the start of the school year. (that last one is kind of a big deal, you think. the college social scene is brutal. the word friend has started to become more disappointing than exhilarating lately though.)

rin reaches to your left to pick at the fries you’d ordered as a side—you’ve learned not to try and stop him. “also,” he adds, mouth full, “you’re totally getting me a new pencil after this.” yes, true, the pencil you’re currently leaving frustrated teeth marks all over isn’t yours. very easy to forget in the moment. you’ve probably destroyed 15 of his pencils by now for the 15 weeks of the last semester—only 7 so far for the current one. you do the mental math.

instead of drawing in the sharp lines of the differential equation that should be going in the question box, you lightly trace in the curves of a 2 and then another one next to it in the corner of the worksheet, graphite underlining them both in one swoop. the horribly thin paper of the school library’s printer is scratchy as you write but soon you flip the pencil over and under your fingers to tap the eraser (that has seen better days) just below what you wrote. “this is pencil number 22.”

suna leans over to look at the number as if you hadn’t just told him what it said. what an idiot. “glad you’re keeping count.” he settles back into his seat. “when can i expect my reimbursement?”

“you’re funny,” you say, without a hint of humor in your voice. the pretty 22 you had written now has flower petals growing off of the sides as you get distracted doodling along the edges of your work. it’s quiet for a moment as he watches you, or maybe as he takes the chance while you’re distracted to shove more french fries down his throat—either option is plausible and you don’t lift your eyes to check.

something occurs to you.

“rin.” you take an extended pause in between the words as you continue drawing, just to annoy him. you don’t continue speaking until he grumbles in acknowledgment (you try to hide your smile). “do you ever doodle in your notebooks?” now that you thought about it, suna was surprisingly pretty straight-laced when it came to class—you couldn’t ever recall him ever slacking off to the degree that meant his pages were filled with hearts and stars and flowers and suns and atomically inaccurate animals and tiny people in different colored ink. your work was always certainly the more vibrant out of the two (perhaps that could explain your grades and how you understand like... nothing in your lectures, but you decide correlation does not equal causation).

“waste of time,” he says around another mouthful of fries, another one already halfway there to his mouth.

suna is also surprisingly negative at times—but the blue book flipped open to his homework says maybe he’s just a liar though. you squint at it.

“it’s still pretty early but we probably should get out of here soon,” suna says, pulling his phone out from his pocket to check the time and leaning his elbows on the table. “i’ll walk you back. your roomie doesn’t leave the gym until 9—before you ask, yes i’ve been keeping track. it’s not stalking if it’s for my own sake.”—rin is, of course, referring to the long standing rivalry between him and your (very nice, might you add) roommate you don’t really understand but which has cumulated in him deciding he would avoid them as much as humanly possible purely out of spite. (“the only person i like in dorm 302 is you,” he’d told you one time and the throwaway sentence maybe made your heart flutter more than it probably should’ve.)

the bell above the front door jingles behind you as another patron enters. rin glances up at the sound and then returns to his phone with a bored bat of his eyes, probably scrolling through twitter or replying to texts, and picking at his teeth with a toothpick (where did he even get that?).

you try to get back to work (copying) but something in your gut tells you there’s more to his notebook than the messy handwriting and crossed out words that meet the eye.

with suna distracted, you take the chance to carefully slide the book towards you and then, in a single quick swipe, pull it into your lap under the table, already leafing to the back pages—everyone knows that’s where the real secrets are—not sure what to expect. a flash of color makes you pause and you flip back to a page that has the corner folded into a tiny, crisp triangle.

whatever you were thinking suna had stashed in the back of his calculus notebook certainly does not match up with what’s staring you in the face currently. sparkly, gel-inked hearts in neon colors glitter under the fluorescent overheads. in each of them, written in capital letters neater than you thought possible for suna, is your initials, a small plus sign in the middle, and then S.R. (for none other than suna rinatoru) next to it. it instantly makes sense to you. “rin, what the fuck.” one side of the book dangles from your hand, pages fluttering, and you hold it up for him to see, other hand flying to cover your mouth because you don’t know whether to laugh or pretend to be mortified or what.

it’s very amusing to watch how suna goes from a disinterested stare, to widened eyes, to reaching over the heaps of school supplies to attempt to grab the book from you, frantic. you hold it just out of reach. “what are you—” an old lady at a table shushes him when he half-screams. “—give that back,” suna whisper-yells instead in the greatest verbal equivalent of tiny caps you’ve ever heard.

“not a chance.”

he looks like he wants to lunge across the table and pry his prized possession from your meddling hands, but also has half the mind not to make a scene. getting kicked out and then subsequently banned from his favorite diner all on a noise complaint and disorderly conduct accusation was not ideal.

you hum, flip back to your place, and observe the drawings covering the lined pages. you shoot him a venomous smirk over the edge of the cover, one that’s more theatrics than anything, and say with all the satisfaction of someone who knows they have all the power, “oh, this is gold.” he deflates and you feel grateful he doesn’t see right through your facade because oh man are you sweating inside right now. what the fuck? no way suna rintarou is drawing little hearts with both of your initials in it like a lovesick middle schooler. no fucking way. you almost want to tell him that you did the same thing once when the thoughts about him had gotten especially bad (you felt guilty afterwards though, thinking you never had a chance with him, but... now... if he’s doing the same—well, that kind of changes everything).

suna is utterly defeated you think—doesn’t even try to defend himself, just slumps in his seat with a groan. you at least expected a “i can explain!” from him, a last attempt at dignity, not the resigned “i’m never going to live this down, am i?” he mumbles after a few seconds. well, either works for you.

“nope,” you quip, maybe a little too cheerfully because the response you receive is a distressed wail and him banging his head against the table. the old lady shushes him again. you chuckle at that (it feels a little wobbly though because once again, freaking out here) and flip the page. you stop.

this one has similar perfect little hearts drawn all over it, but there are other things. cute, standard shaky drawings of misshapen dogs and volleyballs and other things you never thought suna would take it upon himself to create but all of which make sense are there. but there’s something else. little scribbles in the corners with your last name swapped with his and even him trying out his name with your last one—all of them are scratched out but not so much you can’t read them. a list on the right in a very tiny font that makes you think he was embarrassed even penning the words is titled “date ideas?” (the question mark is in red and the dot is a heart) and has several popular spots around town written down in the local lingo of unofficial names for them.

“listen... please let’s forget about this.” rin’s voice is muffled and he’s still faceplanted. “it’s fine if you don’t... you know... yeah.” if you don’t feel that way, he means. true, the doodles were a pretty good indication of his feelings.

what to do...

well... you take pity on him, let your lips upturn and your eyes soften to reflect the sentiment, and shut the book with a quiet thud. you slide it back across the table from where it came and back to him silently. you give it a resounding pat when suna peeks up at you, expression saying it all—he was so going to get you back for this. you stick your tongue out—acceptance of the challenge. and just like that, you’re friends again—maybe that’s what’s so great about suna.

as you get ready to leave and slowly begin the trek back to the dorm buildings with him, street lamps glimmering a pasty yellow, there’s no awkward tension, no need to ask questions, no verbal wonderings about what ifs between you two. it’s just joking and shoving each other around and challenges to see who can run to the next tree the fastest in the middle of the chilly february night. you know, maybe for now you’ll keep your own thoughts a secret.

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chefrat · 4 years ago

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Liar, Liar, Pants on fire

pairings: Cheater!Oikawa X Reader, Iwaizumi X Reader

type: im not sure, first date??

word-count: 3.9k

warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating

A/N: I haven't been sleeping well so I’m reeeaaallly tired but here's something thats really bad written but I felt like I should post to not lose the habit so yea :////// I hope its ok, I could of definitely ended it better and maybe I’ll rewrite it one day but I just felt like finishing it in one night when while I’m my worst. Stuff at home have also not been at all pretty, lots of arguing that have nothing to do with me. oh im so tired :((( I really wish it was easy to sleep

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You weren’t sure of what you were going to say or even do but the way Oikawa’s eyes widened and the way his hand pushed her off was enough to let you know he was being unfaithful. But your decision had been final on leaving him weeks ago. One might think you were jumping to conclusions but when you noticed them walking together, hand in hand for the last couple of minutes it was enough to let you know what was going on. Not only that but not only were they giggling to each other, sharing loving pecks but just the way the both were standing so close told so much about their relationship. Iwaizumi was also kind enough to let you know a while ago, he knew telling you would be like betraying his best friend but he couldn’t hold back knowing that it was all wrong. To be honest, you couldn’t help but feel relief about the cheating taking Iwaizumi by surprise. You were thinking of ways to lay it on Oikawa, trying to figure out ways to end things with the setter but none of it ever felt right.

“How long has he been… you know?” Iwaizumi sighed, shifting on the bench you both shared.

“I don’t know. I figured it out just a week ago, thought I’d tell you before it could go any longer.” He looked over at you, it was obvious he cared about you. He has always cared about you, thats what friends do. Care for each other. Though, some people could say he cared a little bit too much.

“Thank you…it’s ok. I’ll talk to him, stuff happens.” You shrugged your shoulders but Iwaizumi sat in silence, waiting. He was waiting to comfort you if you cried, or even hold you if all you needed was just a hug. That’s how he always received you, with open arms and a shoulder to cry on.

“Why aren’t you upset? Don’t tell me you’re going to forgive that shit for brains boyfriend of yours. Please, You deserve way better.” His hand went to grab yours and you let his warmth come in contact with your own freezing hand. Iwaizumi’s grip on your hand never easing, begging you with his touch to not go back to his best friend.

“God, no. It’s just… you know how sometimes you lose feelings for someone and you can’t really explain it. Don’t get me wrong, sure it hurts and I still care deeply for him but romantically. Romantically my feelings changed, Iwa.”

“It’s not what it looks like.” Oikawa grinned, trying to save face, he took long strides towards you. You frowned, shaking your head at him making him stop on his tracks. “I know what it is. Just don’t make a scene, please. We can talk later.” He was confused, maybe even a little mad that you had asked him to not make a scene. He could only watch you walk away as his other girlfriend stood a few feet away, waiting until the coast was clear. The way she grabbed onto his arm to take his attention away made his stomach twist. Oikawa couldn’t help but feel sick, the wave of nausea hitting him harder and harder each step you took away from him. “I’m gonna go home, I’ll call you later.” She looked at him confused, not wanting to leave him just yet. Especially not now when he’s feeling so vulnerable after seeing you.

It had been a week after Oikawa had been caught with his second girlfriend by you and just a few days after having a talk with him. The both of you were mature about it, talking through your problems and even forgiving him but breaking up in the process. You still shared the same friends, the same class, and the same best friend. Iwaizumi thanked you mentally for not saying anything to Oikawa about him coming to you and letting you know about his unfaithfulness. The three of you still tried to at least save the friendship, even if it felt pretty awkward to Oikawa. He couldn’t help but just feel like there was something wrong, the way you dismissed it all, it almost felt like you were eager to break up with him. Eager to get away from him so fast.

Your laugh took him out of his train of thoughts, he looked over to you sitting next to a sweating Iwaizumi. His own sweat rolled down his back. You would always stay back during their practice, thats how close the three of you were.

Lately it seemed like you were only close to one of them though. He couldn’t blame you, he practically ruined all sorts of relationships with you. Even his own friend had way more courage to call him out on his bullshit. The way you reacted towards the cheating, it just didn’t make him feel good. At all. Was he being an asshole if he expected you to at least cry, maybe yell at him or even try to argue? ‘Just don’t make a scene, please’ maybe he did want to make a scene. He couldn’t do that to you, right? Unfortunately, word got out own how the relationship ended and it was already enough humiliation for the both of you. Making a scene would just make it all types of worse.

Oikawa made it towards where the both of you sat, his cocky grin on display. It faltered once he took in the conversation between his best friend and ex-girlfriend. “I’ll walk you home then.” Iwaizumi said, pinching the skin on your elbow making you swat his hand away with a giggle. Walking home was usually Oikawa’s doing, especially while he was your boyfriend. So why now were you asking Iwaizumi, or did he offer?

The conversation died down once he took his seat next to his best friend without saying a word. It almost felt like you guys were purposely excluding him from your guys conversation or even keeping secrets with each other. He couldn’t help but feel paranoid by the way you both acted alone and around him. Even though he had no right to feel jealous, he just couldn’t help himself.

“You’re walking her home? I thought we were going to hangout after practice.” Oikawa frowned towards his friend, making him tense in his seat. “Sorry, it just gets really dark nowadays. I can’t have her walking home alone.”

He smiled, letting his own personal feelings get the best of him. “I’ll come with you guys then!”

And it went on like that for a while. Always including himself and sometimes even receiving annoyed looks from his own best friend. Oikawa wasn’t dumb, he knew there was at least a little something happening with the both of you but he was in no place to say anything. Or at least thats how Iwaizumi thought of it. Trying to get close to your best friends ex-girlfriend sounds horrible but when he cheats on her, it cancels out the horribleness of it, right? The only way Iwaizumi could get closer to you without Oikawa butting in was with late night talks. It was something the both of you looked forward to. Sometimes he’d be way too tired to keep up conversation but he would fight through it for you.

“So, what do you say? Do you want to?” Iwaizumi asked, laying on his back. He held his phone up to his ear while he used his other hand to rub his neck, massaging out a sore area from practice.

You giggled nervously, laying on your back as well on your bed and staring up at your ceiling. Your heart thumping against your ribcage almost as if it would jump out. He made you nervous, but a good nervous. The type of feelings you once had for Oikawa, but a little more stronger, and a whole lot more honest. “I’d love to.”

It sounded as if something fell through the phone, probably something he had hanging up that didn’t hold on anymore but instead it was a very excited Iwaizumi who had rushed off of their bed, and accidentally kicking his nightstand sending his clock flying off in the process. He hissed at the pain he felt on his foot but also silently cheered hearing you agree to his date for the upcoming weekend. “Are you okay?” You giggled again making him blush. “Yea, sorry. I just got a little too excited.” Again with the butterflies, you smiled.

“Be careful, I want you in one piece for when we finally go out.” He blushed even harder at your words, you really did have a strong affect on him. Iwaizumi’s phone started to vibrate from an incoming call, he pulled his phone from his ear and mumbling a quick ‘give me a second’ to you as he went to go check the caller id.

He frowned, Oikawa.

“Can I call you back? Oikawa’s calling me right now…” The brunette could hear you sigh. Oikawa seemed to have a sixth sense for whenever Iwaizumi tried to spend some time with you alone, even through a phone call.

“Ok, be safe and goodni-“

“No, I changed my mind. He can wait, I rather talk to you.” Iwaizumi said, cutting you off. If only he could see you now, a smile on your face and blushing. The conversation continued on even when Oikawa wouldn’t quit on calling but all Iwaizumi could do was send him to voicemail. Six times to voicemail and he still couldn’t get the hint that he was busy. But he was too focused on you to care about what Oikawa was so desperate to talk to him about.

He couldn’t help but feel happy whenever you would talk about your day even though he had mostly spent half of it with you. Even more happy when you kept reminding him about the date and trying your best to get information out of him on where he was going to take you. You felt warmth in your chest when you got to hear him stammer with his own words whenever you knew you made him nervous with your questions.

“Is he still calling you? Maybe you should answer him.” It could have been an emergency or maybe it was just him being annoying Iwaizumi thought, but he knew he should at least see what was wrong.

“Yea, I will. I’m sorry, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He sighed, still not ready to let go of the lovely conversation the both of you were having.

“Yes. Goodnight, I hope you sleep well. ” You gave him a final giggle before ending the call making his heart thump just a little harder.

Iwaizumi slumped on his bed with a groan, dialing Oikawa to check up on him. It didn’t take long for him to pick up, two rings and he could already hear the sigh of relief leave his best friend. “Iwaaa~, you had me so worried. What was so important that kept you away from me for so long? Hmm?” He couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty, he could’ve of at least sent him a message about how he wouldn’t be able to answer the phone for a while. Or was the guilt from spending the last two or so hours talking to his best friends ex-girlfriend and asking her on a date.

“Sorry, got caught up with something. What’s up?” He looked over to his nightstand to check the time on his clock but soon realized it was on the floor. The memory coming back and making him smile.

“Oh nothing, I was just wondering…you wouldn’t lie to me right?” And the pleasure was over, he tensed hearing the question but why? It’s not as if you were cheating on Oikawa when in reality it was him who did the cheating.

“Of course not. What are you thinking so much about thats got you asking stuff like that?” Oikawa sighed, biting his lip and staring off to his ceiling.

“Does she ever say anything about me? I know the both of you are close so I’m just wondering. She wasn’t even crying when she saw me with (gf name), do you know what she told me that night? ‘don’t make a scene’. Can you believe that?” Iwaizumi furrowed his brows, bothered by the way his friend was acting so childishly. Why was he so determined to see you hurt, was he that desperate to make you cry?

“Oikawa, just drop it. You cheated, you’re the bad guy in this situation and you still ended up with the girl you cheated on your own girlfriend with! Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe the reason why she wasn’t so hurt by it was because she was already over you?” Seconds passed of pure silence. The only thing Iwaizumi could hear was his friends steady breathing. His brow twitched anxiously, awaiting for an answer. “Did she tell you that?” He rolled his eyes, gripping his phone.

“She didn’t have to.” He mumbled making him receive a scoff from Oikawa.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Oikawa grumbled, annoyed at his unsupportive friend but again, he was just asking for too much from him.

“It means that you should really be thankful that she values your friendship that she overlooked you cheating on her and that you should really just drop it. Please.” Silence again. He reached over towards where his clock was at on the ground, picking it up and placing it back on his nightstand. “I guess you’re right. I just can’t help but wonder. She was my girlfriend for a while, the least she could do is cry a little.”

“Why are you such a dick?” Oikawa choked on his spit, getting caught off guard by the question.

“Excuse me? Iwa, where’s this behavior coming from… did she actually cry? Like only with you?” Iwaizumi huffed in annoyance, the red button tempting him to end the call.

“I don’t know, I’m just really tired from practice. See you tomorrow, k?”

“But Iwa-“ And with that he ended the call, readying himself for bed and to face Oikawa tomorrow. But he smiled, thinking about how he was going to see you too. The way you were able to flip his whole mood and instantly put a smile on him, he really did like you. Iwaizumi looked down to his vibrating phone, it was Oikawa again. The guilt came back, it wasn’t for hanging up on him but more on always crushing on his best friends ex girlfriend.

Oikawa groaned into his pillow, frustrated and feeling as if both of his closest friends were shutting him. He didn’t know who else to go to or ask. You weren’t exactly friends with anyone, you kept your circle small and usually never vented to anyone but Iwaizumi. The vibration he felt on his bed made him snatch his phone with an unexplainable speed, hoping it was you or even Iwa with some answers. Instead it was his girlfriend wishing him a goodnight but Oikawa didn’t even bother to read the whole message.

It was Sunday and Iwaizumi was still in the shower after getting in just about an hour ago. The date wouldn’t be until later in the evening and it was only morning but his anxiety ended up getting to him. Urging him to start getting ready at such early hours. You couldn’t help but do the same thing, thrashing your room and scattering clothes everywhere that you pulled from your closet while trying to find the best outfit for Iwaizumi.

He could hear his phone buzzing again making him pull the curtain back slightly to check the caller id. It was Oikawa again but too bad Iwaizumi was too busy scrubbing his body clean for the fifth time. Anyways, it was Sunday and just around eleven in the morning, he would understand if Iwaizumi just said he slept in and missed his calls. But the buzzing wouldn’t stop, Iwa grumbled while turning the water off and hearing his own mom knocking on the door, asking him if he was okay.

Iwa was quick to dry himself, he sat on his bed watching the clock on his nightstand. Why was time going by so slow? Normally he was a patient man but he was just way too eager to hangout with you. He’d do anything to make time speed up just a little. For you, you wished you had gotten up earlier. You still couldn’t decide on what to wear, your room a whole mess and you still hadn’t showered. Until when you finally decided on something simple, nothing that wasn’t too much nor too relaxed. But you couldn’t help but frown, Iwa never gave you a hint on where he was going to take you or even told you if it was going to be cold or not. With a groan, you neatly folded your outfit and put it on a spot on your bed before practically running to the bathroom to shower even though you still had over five hours to get ready.

He slowly dressed to be able to pass some time starting with his socks, and so on with a pair of fresh gym shorts and black t-shirt. Iwa decided on wearing casual clothing and not his chosen outfit until it was time for him to go so there wouldn’t be a way for him to get it dirty in away way and ruin it. Glancing at the clock, he laid on his bed. It was just around noon, almost hitting one. With a sigh, he picked up his phone and scrolling through his socials to pass time. He turned on his tv and let it run as background noise to keep him at least a bit distracted. Not before putting an alarm for an hour before walking to your house so he could properly get dressed.

You huffed trying to get your eyeliner done, even just the minimum to at least show him that you were trying. With a steady hand you were able to complete the left eye. Smiling, you looked at yourself in the mirror. ‘Ok, I think it looks okay-ish enough’ you though to yourself, looking down to your phone and seeing the time being four, almost time for your date with Iwaizumi. The pink chapstick stained your lips just a tad bit while it worked as a hydrator as well, just a little something you wanted to add. Your phone vibrated with a notification, it was Iwaizumi. You couldn’t help the smile that the name on the screen brought to your face. The tip of your finger swiped the notification and reading it to yourself out loud. “Hi, If you're by any chance ready would it be ok to go pick you up now? No pressure xx.” You weren’t the only one eager, it helped you feel more at ease. Your fingers typing up a response were unfortunately interrupted from another message notification, this time from Oikawa but you simply ignored it, not even bothering to read what he had to say, much more focused on going on your first date with Iwaizumi.

Hearing you giggle made Iwaizumi’s cheeks tint to a shade of light pink, he was outside your door and holding a bouquet of flowers that unintentionally matched with your outfit. It was simply pure kismet. “Are those for me?” He couldn’t ignore the sparkling look in your eyes when you asked so he just smiled, handing them to you. “Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.” It was now your turn for your cheeks to flush at his compliment. You happily accepted them, excusing yourself for a minute to place them in an empty vase and then returning to him, closing the door behind you in the process.

The both of you walked hand in hand toward a small coffee shop that the both of you were familiar with. “I still have somewhere else I wanna take you, not just for coffee.” He said with a smile and a squeeze to your hand.

“Ohh where else then?” You pressed, trying to get it out him.

“It’s a surprise, don’t worry about it.” Iwa looked over to you the smile still standing proudly on his face. Just happy to be with you after so long.

You couldn’t help but smile, finally seeing to where he was taking you. It was the most recent restaurant that had opened up in your area, he was taking you out to dinner. Perfect timing as well, you did start to feel a little hungry after the small cup of coffee you had just about an hour ago. “I know it’s not much but I know how much you like Italian and well-“ You quickly cut him off with a kiss on the cheek making him look down at you in surprise. He felt the warmth in his chest start up again, you were just too cute.

“Going anywhere to eat with you is already a perfect date, but the Italian food is for sure a plus.” Still having his hand in yours, you made sure to keep walking even while he still was a little shocked from the peck on the cheek. You giggled, pulling him closer to you by the hand. “What? Want another one?” Iwaizumi only nodded but this time taking charge as he gently placed his free hand on your cheek and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He couldn’t help the smile that broke out on his face, contagious enough to cause you to smile too. You teasingly let your wet tongue swipe against his bottom lip making him pull away with a furious blush.

“Easy now.” Iwa mumbled, readjusting his posture and scanning the not-so-busy street to see if any creep had been lingering for too long. Just something to distract him from his first kiss with you because he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to hold back on the kissing if you tried the tongue trick again.

You laughed at his words but continued on into the restaurant. A very warm atmosphere came over the both of you, you really did enjoy his company. He made you happy, the way he holds your hand and the way he would look into your eye. It was definitely worth it to wait for the weekend. Iwaizumi thought so too, he would make it his personal goal to show just how much he cared about you and to do way better than Oikawa ever could. Even though that was his closest friend, he still could not let it slide on how trashy he was for being a cheater. The both of you were greeted by a wonderful waiter, following quickly behind them to the table nearest to a corner, somewhere more secluded but not so much.

Dinner passed by fast but neither of you could bring up what the both of you were dreading, the end of the date. Instead you kept him distracted with memories you shared with him from school, making him smile every time you would get way into detail. He loved hearing you talk about certain memories you had of him, things he had kept to himself thinking that no one would remember and that surprised him when you had a perfect memory. The guilty feeling in him slowly dying out with every little conversation you had with him. But it soon returned when he received a message notification from Oikawa.

‘How’s the date with (Y/n)? I thought you said you wouldn’t lie to me, Iwa…”

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