#and her face was all 👀 did you see did you see?? give treat now

[whippetcrimes]

We upgraded Misty to a 40" crate because her back touches the top of the 36"! She's very pleased about having room to sprawl. She also thinks that going into the crate and staring intensely will earn her treats

[obxsummer]

leave me again // jj maybank

pairing: ex!jj maybank x routledge!reader

request: Routledge reader and JJ broke up during the 18 months and now she watches him with Kie? 🫢👀

summary: based on the song by kelsea ballerini; after two years together, you return to outer banks only to lose jj to kiara in a blink of an eye.

warnings: minor szn 4 spoilers, angst hehehe

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You didn’t understand. You really didn’t. 

How could you go from such a beautiful relationship and one of the happiest times of your life to watching your best friend get together with your ex-boyfriend? It seemed like such a cruel joke to watch people who had been with you your entire life turn against you in this way. 

It took less than a week for JJ to cut things off after everyone came back from El Dorado, claiming he needed to reevaluate everything and take time for himself. Apparently, that didn’t last long, because three days later, you caught Kiara sharing his bed in Sarah’s rental condo, looking like the happiest he’d ever been.

"I can explain, just-"

The scene in front of you was sick. You'd heard JJ yell out in his sleep, something that was more common than not with his nightmares. Instincts had you in front of his door before you knew it, wanting to comfort him in case he needed someone. You didn't expect to find this.

JJ, shirtless, next to Kiara, of all people, who was wearing the boy's shirt. In bed. Together.

Whatever JJ wanted to say, you didn't give him a chance to hear it. Lips tucked in a thin line, you gave a nod. "Sorry for interrupting, hope everything's okay."

And with a smile on your face and no room for explanations, you closed the door.

“Are you still avoiding them?” Sarah’s voice came from behind as you watched JJ and Kie prep the boat for the upcoming dive. 

You huffed, “Do you blame me?”

She stopped to stand beside you, her eyes watching the duo on the boat move together. “There’s no chemistry.”

“Not a bit.”

Sarah watched you carefully as if she was waiting for the dam to break. In the almost three weeks JJ and Kie had been ‘together’, you hadn’t cried and you hadn’t lashed out. You’d told her the second you found them in bed and they started spewing excuses, you just apologized for interrupting and dismissed yourself with a smile.

John B was concerned. As your older brother, it was his job to defend you and watch out for you, no matter the circumstance. When the two of you first got together, John B made JJ swear that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, swearing there would be consequences. While you’d kept your cool, he did not and JJ managed to catch himself a black eye and swollen cheek as a result. 

“Has John B talked to them?”

“Has John B what?” Your brother interrupted your question as he joined the two of you in the shop, hauling a hefty backpack. He reached out to grab your shoulder and squeezed it lightly. “You okay?”

You nodded in response, clamping your mouth shut and looking back at the water. Kiara was going down on the dive with JJ, something about not leaving him alone which made your eyes roll. Pope and John B were going on the boat, leaving you, Sarah, and Cleo on shore to be lookout. 

“Are you lying to me?”

You’d lost so many pieces of yourself in the moments shared with JJ, allowing the vulnerability you had believed he would never take advantage of.  It was no surprise John B could see through the cracks you’d inevitably let form. You sighed, head dropping between your shoulder blades as you let out a steady breath. “I’m fine, Bee. Promise.”

John B was unconvinced by your words but didn’t push. He heard your almost silent crying at night. It was obvious you were hurting by the way you closed yourself off and hid in your skin. He hated that his so-called best friend was the one to treat you this way and cause you to feel like this. 

“You can take a break,” He reassured as his backpack dropped to the ground as he pulled you into a full hug and placed a kiss on your head. “Nobody would blame you.”

You hugged him back and fought off the tears that burned your eyes. There would be a point and time to talk about all of this, but it wasn’t here and now. If you were being honest, there was nothing you’d rather do than run away from Kildare right now, but it wouldn’t be the best option by any means.

“You guys ready up there?” JJ’s voice echoed around the morning air as he called out to John B. 

You hugged your brother tighter before letting go, forcing a smile on your lips. “Be careful, please?”

He rubbed your head lovingly, smiling when you tried to shove him away. “Always.”

You stepped away to give him time with Sarah and started to head back toward the house when someone called your name. JJ’s shoes stomped against the new wooden deck, the sound getting louder as he got closer. You froze in your spot as he rounded to stop you from walking away. “Can we talk?”

You stared at him for a moment, wondering how someone you loved so incredibly much could make you feel this way. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

When you moved to pass him, he grabbed your elbow gently to prevent it. “Please, I just want to get this out before… in case I don’t-”

“You’ll be back.” It was hard to avoid the instinct of reassuring him. He swallowed thickly and met your gaze. He would be back, you just didn't know if you'd be here to see it. The two of you hadn’t been alone since everything went down and there was plenty of awkwardness to show. 

“I just… I’m sorry. About everything. I should’ve told you, but it all happened so fast and-”

“Did you ever love me?” The question came out of your mouth before you could think about it. You wanted to ask it for a while, to find out exactly what went through his head when he let Kiara climb in bed with him that night.

The opening and closing of his mouth was enough of a response to shatter you. Tears formed faster than you liked as you nodded.

“Figured," You breathed out, "Goodbye, JJ.”

You left him on the dock and didn’t look back as you walked away. From him, from Kie, from the friends you considered family until they made you feel like anything but. You swore then and there that you would never fall for someone in that way again. 

After all, staying only made you get real good at pretend.

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Coming back from the dive had been a mess of chaos. Kie and JJ were at the hospital recovering from nitrogen in their blood while the remainder of the group came back to the house with the amulet, hoping to figure out what was inscribed inside. 

John B called your name as he entered the house, practically bouncing in excitement to tell you what they’d found. You’d opted to stay back after speaking to JJ on the dock, which they didn’t fault you for, knowing you needed time alone.

When silence followed JB’s call, he frowned. Something wasn’t right. The main floor was empty, not a sign of you or your relative presence in the area. Room empty too, leaving John B to question where the hell you went. They had the Twinkie and the dirt bikes were outside which meant if you went anywhere it would be on your own two feet.

“John B.”

The tone in Sarah’s voice told him his intuition was right. She met him in the doorway of your room with a piece of paper in hand, holding it in his direction. He didn’t even need to read it to know the answer to his question.

You were gone. And you weren’t coming back any time soon.

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part two here :)

a/n: i hate this i'm so sorry

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[avianyuh]

Kim Mingyu as a boyfriend...

I feel like people naturally gravitate towards Mingyu

And that's for many different reasons

He's always given off the impression that he's a kind person

The way he treats his members (basically his brothers at this point)

The way other people act around him

Idk I've just always gotten the impression that what you see on camera is most likely what Mingyu is like off camera

He's just a real dude living that "idol" life

So anyways...

What would it be like to date Mingyu?

Well first off all, I think he'd make you laugh

A. Lot.

A literal ray of sunshine

Mingyu is an extrovert

Extroverts get a lot of their energy from being around other people

I'd see him acting all happy, trying to wake you up in the morning

Kissing your face all over, whispering, "Wake up."

Of course with that infamous smile on his face

Or picture going out to eat with him.

Sitting at the table, picking food off of each other's plates, just talking about your day

Or going to different things together, like parties

And he's navigating through the crowd, holding your hand tightly in his own, never letting go of it

Oh, imagine the hugs he'd give?

He's so tall so it'd feel like you're being enveloped into his warm, *muscular*, embrace.

You'd probably meet Wonwoo first considering the fact that they live together

I see Mingyu as the type to really help you out when it comes to social situations

If you were a little shy around his members when you first met them, he would always be by your side, making jokes and trying to get you to feel comfortable and fit in

Because he cares about you, and he wants you to become as close with his members as he is

Another trait of Mingyu's is that he gets flustered when he gets complimented

He appears to be a really confident person, but I do think that deep down, praise is something he might not necessarily e used to hearing

Like don't get me wrong, I'm sure that he's aware of the fact that he's a hot man...

But even the hotties have their days where they need some encouragement

So when you compliment his hair, or his outfit

You can see how his cheeks turn red and he starts to nervously laugh

"What? Mingyu I think you should wear that color more often!" you'd laugh as you watched Mingyu cover his face, peeping in the mirror in front of him to see if you were telling the truth.

As with most of my BF headcanon posts, I'm sure Mingyu would be counting down the days until he felt like the relationship was serious enough to introduce you to his family

And he'd really try to make sure you meshed well with them too, just like with the members

Anyways, back to more of his litlte habits

Mingyu would be the type of boyfriend that would do something stupid just to make you smile or, even better, laugh if you were having a bad day

It legitimately breaks his heart to see you upset

Would have beef with anyone who hurt you

You got in a fight with your friend, but you resolved it? Mingyu tolerates her, but deep down, he hates her now

But he'd never tell you that because he doesn't want to overstep

But if you and that friend ever got in another fight, the minute you'd try to vent to Mingyu he'd blurt out;

"I KNEW THERE WAS A REASON WHY I NEVER LIKED HER!"

And you'd be like: 👀

But speaking of friends...

I think he'd constantly be talking about you

In his friend group

With the other members

He'd become that guy where someone would ask him what he did over the weekend or on his day off and he'd turn the conversation into a 30 minute conversation of why you'd be the best perosn to travel with or something

Remember how I said Mingyu is always there beside you to back you up?

Well, even if you aren't with him, he's always going to hype you up if he mentions you

Another trait of his that comes to mind is his cooking skill

Word on the street is that Mingyu can chef it up

So let's say you don't feel like going out that night

No problem, Mingyu's gonna make you some good home cooking

And he's say something stupid like how the food is "infused with his love."

*Ahem*

If you're a frequent reader, you know what time it is...

Shexy Shtuffffff

GURL

Have you seen those arms?

Yes? Well I'm gonna show you a pic anyways

Just so we have a visual element involved

What's that doja cat song? Where she talks about that wrestling position lmao

omg let me shut up

Okay, for him I see a lot of physical affection

A lot of making out

Kisses would be his version of eye contact

A lot of caressing your face

He's pretty athletic, so I could see him having high stamina

Like, I don't see you being able to retire for the night after one round with him unless he's really tired from work

Would probably be loud in bed

But I don't see him as a risk taker when it comes to stuff like location

So you'd be getting freaky ONLY in the sheets

Or maybe the shower

Here's my thought process:

Maybe if he knows no one's around he'd do you on the couch if you were watching something and he was getting turned on

But I mainly see him as the type to do the foreplay on the couch or in the kitchen

Or maybe if you guys are out somewhere and he's starting to get a little frisky

He'd be he type to rush home just so you could have sex

Um, and if you've seen that man, enjoy and congratulations

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TAGS: @minvxq *I remembered!*

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{A/N: Hiiiii. I know it's been a month but the winter season has me DEPRESSED. I had a pretty hectic end to my semester. A lot of work all at once but I'm officially on my winter break now and my brain can finally feel like it has a break ,which means I had the mental clarity to write again. I thought a head canon would be a good way to ease back into writing, so I hope you guys like it. This one was requested so as always, I love you and have a good day/night, mwahhhhh💋}

[pupyuj]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE extremely dom! yujin who gets off on degrading bratty sub! reader (bonus if the do the cuddle cuddle at the end) (g!p is appreciated 💞💞, it's alright if u don't vibe it though)

p.s. - sana maganda po yung araw nyo ‼️‼️ muchmuchmuch love from your ph followers ate ena 💞

long time no drabble but i am here with a mission to get back into the swing of things and not let laziness take over me! 😤‼️ anyways SALAMATTT i hope you have an amazing day too anon (pakisabi na lang sa friends ko from back home na miss na miss ko na sila HAHAHA char) 🥺💕

your troubled loser of a girlfriend with a messy job, dysfunctional family, and deep, dark interpersonal issues that she spends absolutely no time fixing and instead, treats you like trash in the bedroom bcs that’s the only way she can have control of things! 🫢 when she comes home and she doesn't call out to you sweetly... you know something is amiss! especially when you poke your head out of the kitchen and see that state she's in—necktie loose, her blazer hastily thrown to the couch, her shirt a bit wrinkled with two buttons unbound... signs that she has not been very calm on the drive home 😭😭

doesn't share a word with you and just kisses you, but it wasn't the type of kiss that got you feeling butterflies in your stomach! it was the kind that had yujin ripping your apron off of you and dragging you up the stairs really harshly! but ofc only such treatment would be tolerated by an equally psychotic lover... so obviously you loved it whenever yujin got like this 🤭👀 feeling her cock stiffen up as she allows you you explore her body with your hands while you're underneath her... taking her tie off slowly, unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it off, squeezing her breasts.. ah, if looks could kill, that glare yujin was giving would have put you six feet under long ago! 🥴

yujinnie gets a kick out of the sounds of the sluttiest moans that you make while she's ramming her cock against your walls 😍 she remembered a time where you couldn't even take all of her in without tapping out.. now you were just gladly letting her abuse your pussy like this... though yujin can see that it still hurts you in some way, but she's always too petty and annoyed to stop 🤤 putting her underneath your thighs and pushing your hips upward so her cock can reach the deepest depths of you.. yujin herself releasing heavenly sounds from her mouth that you forget just how fucking cruel she could get with her words.. until ofc she gets the composure to speak while she's fucking you 😈

"hmmn.. ha.. good little pet... this is the only w-way to shut you up, huh..? should've known..."

"can't be annoying now, huh? y-you'd love to, right...? but you love my dick too much to act out now..."

"you're just a s-stupid whore, aren't you..? f-fuck!"

well ofc this was the perfect time to embarrass yujin bcs you're just as petty! attempting to move away from her so she would have to chase after you... clawing at her arms to get her to release you from her iron grip.. you were both scared and horribly turned on by the way yujin got increasingly angry until she just snapped, just as you intended 😋 she's grabbing your face, forcing your mouth open and spitting down your throat... making you swallow and grinning widely when you do.. "fucking slut.. you'd let me do anything to you, huh?" it was a rhetorical question, but you nodded anyway... eagerly too! the only thing it did was inflate yujin's ego... as well as intensify her thrusts 🤤

yeah the sex ends with both of you cussing at each other while she dumps her seed inside your womb but your favorite part is the one where yujinnie turns into the usual ahn yujin that you knew: sweet and very very wholesome 🥺 she's leaving gentle kisses all over the painful bite marks she left, she's keeping you hydrated, even cleans up the mess both of you made and absolutely refuses to let you move a muscle 😭 afterwards, the two of you would be tangled up embracing each other and you comfort her about the hard day she had... overall just very sweet after such intense sex 🤭💞

[jyoongim]

OKAY I DID THE GAME AND GOT PROMPT 4 SO IM REQUESTING AN ALASTOR X READER WITH 50 AND 58 PLEASEE 🔵

(also I did the game with my gf and showed her all the stuff I'm into 👀)

Prompt 4, #50 & 58: smut no plot “behave, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you now w/ act like a brat, Ill treat you like a brat”

Alastor x brat!reader

The lounge was buzzing with people.

You were nursing a drink, looking at all the people dancing.

You wanted to dance.

”c’mon Al lets hit the dance floor” you chirped. The red demon shook his head and went back to talking with Mimzy.

You pouted.

You had got all dolled up and he wasn’t even paying any attention to you.

So you took matters into your own hands.

You slipped from your seat and headed to the dance floor, spotting an attractive demon who would love to feed your ego for the night.

You flashed him a flirty smile as you began to dance, encouraging the man to approach you.

He took the bait.

A warm body slithered behind you, hands grasping your hips.

You happily accepted his advances, keeping your smirk hidden when you saw Alastor turn and meet your eyes.

He beckoned you back and you threw your hair over your shoulder, giving your dance partner your attention.

You rubbed yourself the demon, letting his hands roam as you danced to the music.

Warm breath grazed your neck ”why dont we get out of here huh?”

You giggled and before you could utter a response you felt a familiar shadow wrap around your leg, tugging.

A warning.

Behave dearest

You ignored it, shooing the shadow away. You didn’t have to listen to him. You were out to have fun and if Alastor wasn’t going to pay attention to you, then another would do just fine.

”Buy me a drink at least” you purred and the demon happily wrapped his arm around your shoulders, guiding you back to the bar.

Alastor was staring into the side of your face as you flirted with the demon.

The demon excused himself to the restroom and Alastor gripped your arm, lips at your ear “I suggest you stop this behavior darling, wouldn’t want to ruin our night” his voice was void of the radio filter.

You huffed, glaring at him “I am having fun! Something you seem to want no part in”

His claws tightened around you, pulling you into his lap “now now dont go acting like a brat, you dont want to be punished do you?”

You swatted him away when your date came back.

You ignored his warning and turned your attention back to the male.

Alastor had had enough of your antics and bid Mimzy a goodbye, as he plucked you away from your date.

You resisted, pouting and huffing as he dragged you out of the lounge.

”Al! Let go! i was just having a bit of fun. There was no harm-”

He pushed you into a dark alley, your back hitting a brick wall.

You grunted as he pushed you to your knees, shadows restraining you.

He leaned down, fingers gripping your chin, sneering 

“You want to act like a brat, then Ill treat you like a brat”

You went to make a smirk remark when a tentacle slithered against your pulsing cunt. “!” You bit your lip.

”You’re not to cum until I see that pretty face smeared in tears and even then I wont stop until you soil the ground”

You jerked against the feeling of the appendage toying with your slit, slipping into your panties and playing with your clit.

You whined as it dipped into your cunt, curling and  wiggling around your gummy walls.

In the quiet alleyway, the sounds of your wetness echoed as you tried to hold your orgasm back.

Your face was buried in Alastor’s pant leg as you panted and push your hips back against the squirming tentacle.

Your thighs were sticky with your slick and a small puddle had formed underneath you.

”A-Al please…I-I fuuuck” you whimpered, tears running down your face, smearing your mascara as your cunt tightened.

Alastor hummed, running a hand through your hair 

“Brats dont get to cum darling”

[04mxfutbol]

You Are In Love (Ashley Sanchez x Reader)

A/N: This was requested by @redbullfanatic and I just want to say that I loved writing this! (: I hope you like it, and I hope everyone does as well (: I also hope I did it justice 🫡 also I’m sorry this took me like forever to finish 😭 (crossing my fingers and praying I did it justice)

P.S I’m nervous sweating for this 🥲 lmaoo

Oh and I highly recommend listening to You Are In Love by Taylor Swift while reading this, and make sure the repeat one song option is on 👀

You never understood why people fell in love, never understood how someone could love another person so much. You certainly didn't think you'd fall in love with someone, or understand what everyone said about falling in love.

It never crossed your mind that you could fall in love, but seeing your friends, teammates, be in love with their significant other it started crossing your mind.

Crossing your mind just a little more often, crossing your mind every time you were with the one person who understood you more than yourself.

Your best friend.

It was a late night during the season. You and Ashley had drove to your favorite spot after training, where stargazing was the only time you two seemed to enjoy each others company just a bit more.

And although you both played for the same team, you both always seemed to be caught up on something new.

“You’re like literally the best, best friend I’ve ever had.” Ashley says as she lays her head on your shoulder.

“You’ve had others before me? I feel so betrayed, hurt.” You say jokingly. "Wounded."

“See you’re just the best.”

“Well I am the best.” You say with a smirk. "No one better than me baby."

“Easy now. Don’t be too cocky. I can easily give your spot to someone else.”

“Who? Trin? The girl who can’t cook to save her life. Who’d bake you your sweets when you’re sad.”

“Damn you're so right. I guess I'll have to keep you around." Ashley says jokingly.

"You guess? Wow. I didn't know this side of you Ash."

"You know I appreciate you."

"Appreciate me? Oof. Shot after shot Ash. Come on Ash you love me." You say wrapping your arm around her. "Say it."

"You're so weird sometimes." Ashley says as she pushes you away.

"You love me, say it."

"No."

"Say it."

"No."

"Say it."

"Y/N no."

"Come on Ash say it."

"Another day when you're not threatening me."

"Threatening? So dramatic." You say shaking your head.

Bickering. It's what best friends do. And it went on the whole night.

Ashley never gave in to your ‘threat’ that night.

But that was months ago.

- - - -

You always heard that being in love was something so unique, so magical, so special. They said that falling in love would make you understand what all the fuss was about.

Apparently it also made people crazy, which made you absolutely terrified. How can love make someone crazy? Crazy in love?

It terrified you, how could love make someone crazy? Fears of loving someone was always on your mind.

Because how is that possible? Is it even possible? To be crazy in love?

Is it?

Another question that was constantly crossing your mind.

"Are you listening to me?" Rose asks you.

"I am yeah." You say turning to face her, giving her all your attention.

"So as I was saying, I told Pinoe to grab me food before the game and she forgot it!" Rose shouts, hands on your shoulders as she shook you.

"Devastating." You say shaking your head.

"So much." Rose says with a sigh, defeated, she laid back on the couch. "I was hungry."

Some of the girls from the national team met at Trinity's apartment the night before the gala you would all be attending.

You glanced up and saw Ashley laughing at whatever Trinity was saying. Typical.

"So how's this side of the country treating you?" Rose asks you with a smile. "Good I hope?"

"Good indeed." You answer, looking at Rose with a smile. "I'm liking it here."

Rose smiled at you then looked up at the ceiling, you glanced at Ashley once again only to see that she was looking at you. She smiled at you, the look on her face seemed different, but nevertheless you smiled back and looked back at Rose.

"How's Seattle treating you?" You ask, leaning back on the couch beside Rose.

"You know what? I absolutely love it there, although I don't get enough sun as you can clearly see, but still I love it there." Rose says looking at you.

"Good, you deserve that. A city that truly appreciates you." You say, Rose smiles at you as she hugs you.

"You know Ash, I say tomorrow at the gala we find a good dancing partner." Trinity says as she puts her arm around Ashley.

"That's why I have you though? Right?" Ashley says confused.

"Oh, you're right, crap. Damn you're a terrible dance partner then." Trinity says and laughs.

"Fuck you." Ashley says with a chuckle as she punched Trinity on the arm.

"You're too easy to mess with." Trinity says.

"Whatever." Ashley says as she then glanced at you, but you were so focused talking to Rose you didn't notice.

The night went on for hours, yet you and Ashley had yet to catch up since you had gotten back from your trip. It would have to wait until the following night.

- - - -

It was finally gala night. Everyone dressed nicely, all ready to enjoy the night. Or at least get through the night.

"Are you okay? You're so out of it, come on we have to go inside."

"I'm fine, I'm just tired and want to be in bed."

"Typical."

You walked into the ballroom where many players of the league had already arrived. Luckily for you the gala was being hosted in the same city you played for.

So here you were, alongside your good friend Naomi.

“Nervous?” Naomi asks you as she walks right beside you.

“A little?” You say with a nervous laugh. “It’s our second year but having to socialize is not something I want to do.”

“At least you’ll be able to reunite with Ashley. She said you two haven’t talked since the season was over?”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Right.”

“I have!” You exclaim.

“You two play for the same team, what do you mean you’re busy. Also she’s literally your best friend.” Naomi says as she pulls you to the side.

“I have brand stuff.”

“You’re such a bad liar.” Naomi says shaking her head. “Come on let’s go take a seat.”

You followed Naomi, trying your hardest to not make eye contact with anyone because socializing was something you were trying to avoid.

“Y/N! Where were you! I thought we were coming together.” Trinity says as she hugs you from behind.

“I had to wait for Naomi to get ready, she takes a long time.” You say turning to look at Naomi.

“Don't try putting this on me, I didn’t take long, you were the one who couldn’t find their shoes.”

“Sounds about right.” Trinity says with a laugh. “Ash is looking for you. She’s been looking for you the whole time we’ve been here.”

“I forgot to text her I was getting here late.” You say as you pull your phone. “Yikes, I didn’t see her calls or messages. Whoops.”

“She’s with Sophia and Rose, I think they were grabbing drinks.” Trinity says and you nod.

“Alright, alright. Let’s get this started! Grab the person beside you and let’s dance!” The DJ shouts, as they put some upbeat music.

“Come on.” Trinity says pulling you by the arm and towards the dance floor. “You can look for Ash later.”

“My worst nightmare.” You groan as you’re pulled onto the dance floor. “I’d rather go get a drink.”

“Too late.” Trinity shouts as she starts dancing. “Come on Y/N, dance!”

"Isn't Ash your dancing partner?" You ask.

"Oh well, she's not here and you are, so for now dance with me."

You looked around and saw everyone dancing, you couldn’t just stand there like a statue. You took a deep breath and began to let go, the music filling your ears and you started to dance to the music.

“There we go!” Trinity shouts as she grabs your hands. “Ash is going to kill me for making you dance with me.”

“No she won’t.”

“Oh she most definitely will, she wants to talk to you.” Trinity shouts just enough for you to hear and you furrow your eyebrows.

“About?”

“She didn’t tell me but she said she wanted to talk to you. Seemed important if you ask me.”

“Huh.” You hummed.

“You two have been so weird. What secrets do you guys have hidden?” Trinity asks you which makes you laugh.

“There's no secrets.” You say confused.

Well it may have been a tiny lie. Well you kept a secret, not just from Trinity but also from Ashley, and well just about everyone.

After dancing with Trinity for a good amount of time, you stepped away and went to grab a drink. The lights were dimmed, just enough to know where you were walking.

Heading towards the bar, you bumped into teammates and friends, stopping and chatting before you finally got to the bar. Once at the bar you asked for a drink, non alcoholic, because you didn’t want to say or do anything you’d regret the following morning.

You grabbed your drink and stood in the back. Searching for Ashley.

As you took another sip from your drink you had finally spotted Ashley, who just so happened to look up. You smiled and waved at her, in the darkened room you could still see her beautiful eyes, she smiled at you and subtly waved at you.

“You know you can’t avoid her forever.” Naomi says, startling you.

“Oh my god, you scared me.” You say as you clutch your drink.

“You should tell her you know. You two have been best friends since like forever. Since before I met you, and I met you at college.” Naomi says. “You should tell her you l-.”

“Ah ah ah. I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re best friends. We hang out together and we bake cookies sometimes. We watch movies and we cry together, well she cries to sad dog videos.” You say nonchalantly.

“Your eyes say something else.” Naomi says softly as she reaches for your hand.

“My eyes say I don’t want to be here.”

“If that’s what helps you get through the day.” Naomi says patting your back. "But if you were to ask me, I see something else."

You took another sip, thanking yourself as you chose correctly in asking for a non alcoholic drink. You looked around the room once again and saw Ashley from afar. But looked away as soon as she looked up.

Naomi caught a glimpse in Ashley’s eyes, her face. Naomi smiled as she looked at you.

“The eyes never lie.” Naomi whispers to you as she walks away.

Ashley looked at you the entire night. Wondering why you still hadn’t gone to talk to her.

“You told her right? That I wanted to talk to her.” Ashley asked Trinity.

“For the billionth time Ash, I did. I told her.” Trinity says. “Is it that important?”

“Not necessarily I suppose.” Ashley says with a sigh.

“You know what could help the whole you two avoiding each other for like a couple of weeks now?”

“What?”

“You maybe telling Y/N that you know.. you kind of, maybe, well.. that you l-.”

“Nope.” Ashley says cutting Trinity off before she could finish her sentence. “You give me terrible advice.”

“Says the one who can’t talk to her best friend because she’s too scared.” Trinity says.

“I’m not scared. I’m just waiting.”

“Waiting for what? A sign?”

“Maybe.”

“You got mad at her for taking her shirt off in front of you after you had flicked a ton of flour on her. Ash, babe. Best friends don’t get mad. Plus she’s done that plenty of times in front of you, in front of like everyone, like in the locker room when we all change. And for you to suddenly get mad.. Please, I’m not dumb.” Trinity says as she takes a sip of her drink. "Or blind. There's only one reason that could make it all make sense to me. And I'm sure I'm right."

"She's my best friend. If it's what I'm thinking you're thinking, you're completely wrong Trin."

"Friends to lovers, you gotta love that." Trinity says with a smirk. "On a serious note, who says she doesn't feel the same way."

"I say." Ashley says. "And I never said I feel that way."

"You kind of just gave it away. Also, I think you both feel it and know it deep down." Trinity whispers as she looks up and sees you talking to Naomi. “You both have that look, I just think neither of you realize it or maybe don’t want to see it. OR maybe you two are just clueless. You guys just need a little push.”

"I hate you." Ashley whispers.

"You gotta love me though, or else who would help sad little you." Trinity says patting the top of Ashley's head.

Later on in the night as you were sitting you felt arms wrap around you. You looked up and saw Ashley was the one hugging you.

“Hey.” You say as you hug Ashley back, grabbing her hands.

“Hey.” Ashley says with a smile.

“What’s up?”

"Nothing. Wanted to say hi." Ashley says as she lets go.

“Trinity said you wanted to talk?” You say.

“Oh yeah well I just wanted to ask you if you were coming but you’re here so my question has been answered.” Ashley says with a smile.

“Oh, well, do you want to go out and get some fresh air?” You ask and she nodded.

You grabbed your coat before walking out, knowing she’d get cold soon enough.

“What are they up to?” Sophia asks Trinity.

“I don’t even know anymore. They’re so not… themselves.” Kelley says as she grabs food off of Sophia’s plate.

"They do know we were right here, right?" Rose asks as she looked at the rest of the girls.

"I'm going to be honest, I highly doubt they even noticed us." Trinity says. "They seem to forget that there's other people around these days."

"What do you know?" Sophia asks Trinity, turning around to get a read on her face. "Oh you know something."

"I'm an observer yes, I'm also nosy. Unfortunately this time, I know nothing. Yet."

As you walked out, you both felt the cool breeze on your skin.

“I’m cold.” Ashley says immediately.

“I knew you’d say that, which is why I brought my coat.” You say as you help Ashley put on your coat.

“Thank you.” Ashley says with a smile, buttoning up the coat you had brought out for her.

“That’s what best friends are for.” You say with a smile. “Plus I know you always get cold.”

You both stayed silent, watching people walk by the street.

“So..” Ashley says filling in the silence.

“So?” You ask.

“The gala is great so far don’t you think?”

“Yeah, no it’s been great. I like seeing everyone I don’t usually get to see.” You say nodding.

There’s silence again.

You turned to look at Ashley, something in the look she had made, made you wonder so many things. Could it be? Were you just maybe imagining things?

Yeah. You had to be imagining things. Right? But maybe not? You couldn't prove it, but maybe, just maybe you were seeing just enough to know.

“I like your necklace it’s pretty.”

“Thank you, it was a gift.” Ashley says with a smile and you nod. “I’ve missed you. I know we see each other like a lot but I miss having my best friend around. So we can do things together.”

“Has Trinity not been of any help?” You ask.

“She’s a terrible baker.” Ashley says with a laugh, you laughed as well, knowing well that Trinity was in fact not a good baker.

“I’m sorry I’ve had to put you through such a difficult situation.” You say sarcastically. “You poor poor thing.”

“Shut up.” Ashley says with a laugh, as she lightly punched you. “But it’s been such a pain. I hope you don’t leave me for that long again.”

“I won’t I promise.”

“Good.”

You both smiled and stayed silent again.

The silence wasn't awkward, there was no tension. It felt nice, even though there was silence, you both felt at peace, felt comfortable.

Silence. But this time, this silence was beginning to feel different than before.

You were both realizing it. A different type of silence. A silence you both had never felt.

After a short while, standing in silence, you both walked back inside. But shortly after the Gala was over you had to talk to Naomi.

“Do you mind going with Trinity back to her apartment? Ash and I are going for a drive.” You whisper.

“Drive? Did you tell her that I said that the eyes never lie.” Naomi asks.

“No. We're just heading back to change real quick and then going on for a drive. We haven't seen each other in a while, you said it yourself. We're going to catch up." You say truthfully.

"Okay then. Don't be out too late though." Naomi says and you nod.

After the gala was over, you and Ashley went back to your apartment, changing into some comfier clothes, then heading back out.

"It's a beautiful night out." Ashley says as you drive.

"It always is." You say as you take a quick glance at Ashley who was looking out the window.

"So where are we going? We have lots of catching up to do." Ashley says turning back around.

“I say we go where we usually go. Deal?”

“Sounds great.”

"I do feel like this is going to be a long drive, should we maybe get coffee?"

"My weakness, yes please. There's a drive thru coffee shop a couple of blocks down, it's open 24/7."

"Well bless their souls for being open at midnight." You answer as you drive to the coffee shop.

Once you both had your coffee, you drove down to the closest but also furthest place from town, away from so many lights. To a beautiful scenic view.

You put your hand out, setting it on Ashley’s thigh.

“What?” Ashley asks as she takes a sip of her coffee.

“Hold my hand won’t you.”

“Why?”

“When did you start asking so many questions? You just take my hand. Just hold it you weirdo.” You say as you shake your hand.

Ashley held onto your hand, it felt like you were in high school again. Sneaking out to get snacks and going out for a drive.

The rest of the drive was left in a comfortable silence. Nothing out of the ordinary, just comfortable silence, and the sound of the wind coming through the windows.

You turned for another quick glance, but this time Ashley was looking at you as well. You smiled and looked back at the road.

"What?" Ashley asks as she started to giggle nervously.

"Nothing."

"You're being weird."

"I'm being weird? You're being weird." You say with a laugh.

At the next stop you turned and saw the light of the traffic light reflecting off of Ashley’s necklace.

“I like your necklace.”

“Well you gave it to me for my twenty second birthday.” Ashley says with a smile.

As you arrived, you took out the blanket out from the backseat.

“See I’m grateful you have a truck, but not those big ugly trucks. Just a cool, small truck.” Ashley says, you turn around and look confused.

“What?” You ask with a laugh. “It’s a Toyota Tacoma.”

“Yeah a nice truck.” Ashley says and you laugh.

You continue laughing as you open the back, placing the blanket, then go back to the backseat and grab some pillows.

“Come on.” You say as you extend your hand out to help her on.

Ashley grabbed onto your hand as she got on, coffee still in her hand. You both laid down, legs extended out as you both looked up.

“I love when we come out and stargaze.” Ashley whispers as she pulls on the second blanket. “It’s always so pretty.”

“To get out of all the noise in the city?” You ask.

“That and being able to just stare at the sky with you in silence. Because even when we’re hanging out and it’s silent it’s still so enjoyable.” Ashley says as she turns on her side to face you.

You sat up to take another sip of your coffee, no way you were sleeping anytime soon.

Ashley sat up as well, taking a sip from her coffee as well.

And although there was pure silence, somehow it was also loud.

Naomi’s words were stuck in the back of your mind the whole time, maybe that was what was loud.

“The eyes never lie.”

As you both sat up, Ashley looked down at her hands, she was fidgeting with her fingers. You knew that meant she was nervous.

“Hey, what’s going on? What’s making you so nervous?” You ask, but Ashley didn’t look up. “Ash? Look up. Look at me. What’s going on?”

You scooted closer to her as she looked up and your shoulders brushed against each other.

You grabbed her hand, while looking at her worryingly. Ash was never one to get nervous or anxious when you were around.

“The eyes never lie.”

Naomi’s words ringing in your mind. If there were a mute button on those words, you’d press it immediately.

“I-.” Ashley stopped herself from speaking, you furrowed your eyebrows. “I-.”

“Ash?”

For once Ashley couldn’t speak, couldn’t say what she wanted to say. She was starting to get irritated with herself.

You’re her best friend. Ashley thought. Why was it so hard to talk to you?

“Ash? Ash you’re kind of scaring me here.” You say, Ashley sighed as she placed her hand on your cheek.

That single touch, your heart felt like it was about to jump out.

Ashley was aware of what she had done but her mind, her heart was racing.

And in the silence, the look in each others eyes. You both could hear it, feel it.

While staring at one another, no one chose to speak.

Silence.

And in the silence, you knew. You both knew.

You cupped her face with your hands and then leaned in, connecting your lips with hers.

You both moved in synch, you couldn’t seem to pull away. Neither of you could pull away. As you both kissed in what seemed liked a long awaited kiss, the silence only made it so much clearer to you.

You were in love.

In love with your best friend.

Finally after pulling away, Ashley rested her forehead against yours, bumping her nose against yours, pecking your lips once again before actually pulling away.

Neither of you said a word, the silence seemed to say it all for you both. You grabbed her hand again and just closed your eyes for a few seconds.

The kiss wasn’t awkward, the silence was comfortable.

Ashley rested her head on your shoulder as you both looked at the view in front of you.

“I like you.” Ashley whispers.

“I like you too. If me reciprocating wasn’t clear.” You say softly making Ashley giggle.

You weren’t just going to admit you loved her, not like this. And although you definitely knew, you weren’t going to say those three words just yet.

Ashley smiled as she grabbed your hand, lifting it up and kissing the top of your hand.

Ashley felt her heart pound, but also feeling how at ease she felt with you. Holding your hand this time was not the same as before, this time she knew you had felt the same way.

The drive back was peaceful, comfortable. Still, neither of you had said another word but there seemed to be no awkwardness or tension.

It just felt right.

"I'm going to take you out tomorrow. A real date." You say right before you both went to your separate bedrooms.

"Let's see if you remember that tomorrow morning."

"I'll remember don't you worry."

As you both laid in your separate beds, the bedrooms across each other, you were both staring at the ceiling.

Ashley silently cheered as she kicked her feet against the mattress. She covered her face with a pillow, although no one could see her she hid as if someone could. Her smile never fading away.

You were smiling at the ceiling, hoping and wondering if Ashley was maybe just as giddy as you were. You pulled your blanket over your face, smiling as wide as you possibly could.

The two of you seemed to not get enough sleep. Replaying the entire night over and over in your heads. Or it was possibly the coffee you both had. Definitely the first thing though.

The following morning you got up bright and early to try and make breakfast, but seeing as you weren’t home for a while. There were barely any groceries, mostly just bread, so toast it was.

"Something smells burnt." Ashley says groggily as she lifted her head up from the table.

Burnt toast.

"I have a broken toaster, you can't blame me." You say turning around. It was a lie, well half lie. It was a broken toaster, but you had forgotten you had put toast. Too distracted by looking at her.

Messy hair and a smile on her face as she stretched.

"I like your shirt."

"Thanks it's comfy. Oh and yours." Ashley smiled as she spun around.

"My clothes do look good on you. Good sleep?"

"The best, oh and I'm keeping this shirt." Ashley says as she walks over to you. "Burnt toast on a Sunday type of day I suppose."

"It's my specialty." You say with a smile, Ashley stepped to the side and jumped on the counter. "I'll make a good breakfast with what I can find, and not burnt."

Ashley smiled as she swung her legs.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you have a target picture frame of a family stock photo on your coffee table."

"I haven't gotten to it yet okay? I can't find a worthy picture of going in the picture frame. It has to be nice, pretty, and something I love."

"So a family stock photo is better than an empty picture frame?" Ashley asks.

"Umm, yes."

"You're so weird."

"Well you kissed this weirdo last night." You say turning around to face her.

"Touché."

Although technically you two weren’t official yet, it felt like you two had been together for years now. I guess that's the advantage of being best friends for many years now.

You walked over to Ashley, a smile on both her face and yours. You stood in front of her, in between her legs, big smile on your face.

“I like you.” You say as you leaned in.

“I like you.”

“But we established that already didn't we." You say with a smile, Ashley simply nodded. "Date. Tonight."

"You remembered." Ashley says sounding surprised.

"Hey I keep my word, so tonight. Date?"

"Date."

"Great." You say then lean in to give her a small kiss.

You didn't know if it would get better than this, but if it did, then maybe you would understand everything everyone always said about being in love.

- - - -

Three months. Three months of being officially together, and you had to say they were by far the best three months of your life.

You asked Ashley to be your girlfriend on your third date, it was an unforgettable night.

Today though, today you were out with friends, and with your girlfriend beside you.

"You're so pretty." Ashley whispers as you walked behind the rest of the girls.

"You're beautiful."

Forgetting you were with other people, you stopped on the sidewalk to kiss her.

"We're going to leave you both here, with no ride home." Trinity shouts.

"Come on before they actually leave us." Ashley says pulling away.

"One more." You say with a smile, pulling her back into you and kissing her again.

"Y/N."

"I had to get one more." You say with a grin.

You walked hand in hand, swinging your hands as if you two were in your own little world. In your minds, you obviously were.

Today had made up from the fight you guys had the week before about some absurd miscommunication mishap. Well it wasn't absurd, you thought it was, which is probably why you had gotten into a fight, but you stayed up all night talking and trying to get Ashley to stop being mad at you.

So here you were, going shopping with her and the girls, and that meant buying her a few things. But buying her things isn't what Ashley wanted, she just wanted to spend time with you and your group of friends.

After a long shopping spree, you returned to your apartment. Which was becoming yours and Ashley's apartment, having more and more of her stuff magically appear. But you were loving it.

You loved her, but you weren't telling her yet, not yet. Because as much as it did, you knew those three words are so powerful and mean a lot.

As you got home the first thing you both had gone to do was lay on the bed, and as you both did, you both looked up at the ceiling, music in the background.

Ashley turned to look at you, a smile on her face as she saw you had closed your eyes.

She was going to say it, say those three words. Tell you that she has loved you all this time but didn't want to rush it, she was about to tell you that when she sees you all she feels is warmth and love.

But she held back, wondering if it was too early to say it.

But how could it be early when you both had loved each other for longer than you had initially thought.

Nevertheless you both didn't say it that night.

- - - -

Six months now, six beautiful months. It seemed like the more time passed by, the happier you got, you never thought this much happiness was real. You thought it was all fairytale talk, but it wasn't.

Ashley opened her eyes in the middle of the night, the thoughts in her head couldn't let her sleep. You were also awake, the thoughts in your head also couldn't let you sleep.

The both of you looked up at ceiling, not a single word was said as you held hands.

A few minutes later you both turned on your side, you both looked at each other, the look on Ashley's face was strange, different. You smiled softly at her as she still looked at you differently, you couldn't figure out the look on her face, but it didn't matter you still leaned into her touch.

"You're my best friend." Ashley whispers as she caresses your cheek. Leaning in to rest her forehead against yours. Her whole body seemed to relax in that moment.

It seemed like everything changed, and it definitely did.

You knew it then and there, her words, the strange look on her face, it all made sense.

You knew what it was.

You didn't say anything, you just embraced it all, the warmth, the pure bliss.

She was in love and so were you.

But neither of you had to say it, you both knew it right there. The moment she said it, she knew by your body language.

You both knew.

The silence filled the room again, but it was once again, a comfortable silence.

- - - -

One year. One year with Ashley and it was still as beautiful and magical as it was in the beginning.

So there you were, standing in the kitchen making breakfast for Ashley. You made pancakes with blueberries, trying your best to not burn anything this time.

As you finished plating the food, you felt arms wrap around you. You turned your head and kissed Ashley on the cheek.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, how long have you been up?" Ashley asks as she kisses your back.

"An hour at most." You answer as you flip the pancake.

"How are you not tired? We had training yesterday. And it was brutal."

"Oh I'm definitely feeling it, but nothing can stop me from making you breakfast." You say as you grab the plates and take them to the table.

"You could always sleep in with me."

"If I were to do that we'd be in bed until the afternoon because you never want to get out of bed." You say with a look.

"You’re acting as if you would actually get out of bed. You’re a liar. You know damn well you wouldn’t want to get out of bed either.”

“Okay true but my point still stands.” You say which resulted in Ashley making a weird face.

“No it really doesn’t.” Ashley says shaking her head. "Like at all."

You looked at Ashley, her smile could light up the whole city, you were sure of it.

The moment that went through your head you thought that was so corny, and mentally asked yourself, how did you get to this point?

So far everyone was right, love does make people crazy and apparently corny.

"Something smells burnt." Ashley says making your eyes widen.

"Crap. My toast."

"Oh the irony, burnt toast on a Sunday again."

“Well at least your pancakes are intact, my toast on the other hand, are definitely not intact. The price I pay for admiring you.”

“So it’s my fault?”

“Yes. You’re too distracting.”

“Was it my fault last week when you burnt your pasta? Because I can assure you I wasn’t home when that took place.”

“I was thinking of you.”

“You’re unbelievable.” Ashley says with a chuckle, slightly shoving you.

“You know, Trin says you keep a picture of me in your locker.”

“How can I not? I have one of you in my locker, in my car, in my wallet. The list goes on.”

“Ashley Sanchez is down bad everyone.” You say as you sit beside her. “And down bad for me.”

“You’re so right. I’m not even going to deny it.” Ashley says making you laugh. “But so are you, for me obviously.”

“I’d be crazy not to be.”

“You’re my person. I hope you know that.” Ashley says as she reaches for your hand. “And you always will be.”

“I feel the same way about you.”

Ashley smiled as she looked at you, her eyes shined in a way it had never shined before, eyes so bright and filled with love, admiration, everything.

Your heart was beating faster than normal, your eyes shined bright, you were sure your eyes were in the shape of hearts. How could someone be so beautiful, wonderful, kind, and just so utterly perfect. That someone was your girlfriend.

Even now you still couldn’t believe it.

After finishing breakfast, you both cleaned the apartment, and once that was finished you headed outside.

The entire front yard was covered in snow, the small attempted snowman was beside the door, rocks as the eyes and a piece of raw penne pasta as the nose. Ashley’s signature, as she couldn’t find a carrot in the fridge.

“I can’t believe it’s still snowing.” Ashley says as she looks up, eyes closed and tongue out as she tried to catch snowflakes.

“I can’t believe we train in this weather.” You say as you grab the snow shovel that was leaned against your car.

“Are you really going to shovel the snow right now? Come and make some snow angels with me.”

“If you want us to be stuck here tomorrow, sure.”

“It’s pre season training babe. Come, here I’ll even put some music on, I brought the speaker out. What do you want to listen to?”

“Anything you want.” You say as you shovel some of the snow while Ashley decided on a song.

“Great, Taylor Swift it is.” Ashley says as she presses play. “Now come, we don’t have to go in for training tomorrow.”

You looked up and saw Ashley dancing in the snow, you dropped the snow shovel and ran towards her. You lifted her up and spun her around.

The song playing didn’t register in your mind, so enchanted, so amazed, so mesmerized, and just so focused on what was currently happening.

All you heard was four words from the song.

You are in love

It was as if it was telling you, confirming it to you. What you were feeling was true and real. Then two more words confirmed it all.

True Love.

Ashley laughed as you spun her around, her hands in the air, you spun her around for a few more seconds before stopping.

You smiled, Ashley was still laughing at your antics of spinning her around.

Right then and there, you truly understood, you understood why people said falling in love was so magical, unique, so beautiful. You understood why people lost their minds.

Being in love was the best thing that could ever happen to someone.

Without even registering it, you said the three words you never thought you’d ever tell anyone. But you did.

“I love you.”

You understood why people fight for the person they love.

Because when you are in love, sometimes love can make you crazy. But in a good way.

You helped Ashley back on the ground, her hands went up to cup your face, a big smile as she read your face.

“I love you.”

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss. Ashley laughed as she pulled away, her eyes were watery as she looked at you like you hung the stars just for her. She loves you.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, deep in my heart I just always knew I loved you.”

“That makes two of us.” Ashley says as she booped your nose. “I love you. I truly do love you.”

The fears of loving someone were no longer around.

Because you knew, you knew that you are in love.

“I love you."

The song continued playing and replaying over and over. Probably because Ashley didn't know she accidentally pressed the 'replay one song' option. But maybe it was a good idea, because it became your song.

And inside your shared apartment, one day in the next three years, the target picture frame of a family stock photo on the coffee table would be replaced by a picture of you both on your wedding day, for every guest in your home to see. Someone you love was placed in the picture frame, you just had to wait, and it was worth the wait. You always wanted a worthy picture to be placed, a picture of something you loved, in this case it was someone you love.

Your wife.

That is life now. And you were happy it was the way it turned out to be, because it's beautiful and wonderful, magical. You knew what it was from the beginning, and you know now what you feel.

You are in love. True love.

[ofallthingsnasty]

Oh, I love this 👀 My brain immediately went with arranged marriage, I hope that's okay too? Thank you for sending this, I'm starting to like him... hehe. Requests are open! tags: arranged marriage, unrequited feelings (on reo's part), yandere, noncon in those last few sentences, alcohol, minors dni word count: 1.1k

We know that Reo is just so bored with things he can easily have, with that stuffy, uptight life his parents have planned for him. So on he goes - follows his dreams, becomes a pro-athlete, plays and works alongside Nagi - but getting married to a nice, established heir his parents have picked seems to be something he can’t get out of easily. He had his fun, they argue, they let him have this, the soccer and the glitz and glam of being an established pro. It’s time for him to cave and do something for them, too. (And he should know- he can’t trust all these…  floozies throwing themselves at all these famous players, they’re probably all gold diggers anyway. No, he should let them choose the perfect partner for him, someone nice and rich and from a successful family just like him.) He’ll fight it, tooth and nail - but in the end, there is little use to it. When he sees a picture of you for the first time, he can’t help but roll his eyes at you. You’re clearly old money, all prim and proper and draped in tasteful designer. God,  you look insufferable. And he’ll let you know just what he thinks of you when you meet for the first time, even when his mother clutches her fork extra tight when he acts more like a child than the grown man he is. He doesn’t care. He’ll go through it for them, but he makes it abundantly clear that he has no interest in you whatsoever. It’s infuriating how you smile through it all, how you’re all polite and kind and invested in this when it only makes him sick to his stomach. His parents love you. And with your family’s success and your likable face, it’s decided. Your wedding is quaint yet expensive - dull and elegant just like you and he can barely hide his disgust at the fakeness of it all - imagine his shock when all of that melts away after the knot is tied and you’re finally alone with him. Turns out, you want to have as much to do with him as he does with you, that all that friendliness was just an act. You tell him you’ll play the part of the loving spouse in public, that you’ll come to all his games, that you’ll cling to him as though your life depends on it during any sort of events, that you’ll show your face with him out on “dates” and fancy getaways - but that he won’t get any love from you, either. That you only jumped on this opportunity because he was so disinterested in you, that you wanted to have your parents out of your hair just as much as he did, that this is purely transactional. Shock melts into acceptance but he suddenly sees you in a new light: More like a kindred spirit, someone pushed into this against their will and not some money-hungry person jumping at the chance to get further in life with this bond - suddenly you intrigue him, suddenly he finds himself watching you. Now you’re something he can’t have and now you have his full interest. He notices all those little, endearing quirks you have, sees how different you actually are from what he thought of you. With each passing day, he feels more drawn to you - how ironic it is that even though you’re married, vowed to stay together through everything life might throw at you, he can’t even really talk to you without you giving him the cold shoulder. It’s maddening. And exhilarating. He can’t get you out of his head, thinks and talks about you all the time - it’s all his spouse this, his partner that - yet at home, you barely look at him. Any attempt at getting to know you better, at piquing your curiosity at least a little bit, is fruitless. No matter how many thoughtful gifts he buys you (you tell him you can buy yourself treats with your own money), how many times he takes you on elaborate dates (you hate those, he should know that - you want to spend as little time as possible out in public, pretending), how many compliments he pays you (you just raise your brows at those) - there is no getting through to you. Every trick up his sleeve, he has tried to play it, to no avail. It’s eating him up inside. The mounting desperation is not only emotional in nature, it starts to get… sexual as well. How many times has he imagined you riding him, finally giving in to him, finally ending this torture. He has one last thing to try, one last shot at getting to pry you open, even though it’s scummy - but he has no more shame to feel, he just wants a taste of you. And so he takes you out to another fancy dinner, keeps your glass full and your stomach light, uses the fact that you never make a scene in public to his advantage. You don’t know what he’s trying to achieve but you play along, going from tipsy to clearly drunk in little to no time. Suddenly there is a smile on your face and would you look at that - you can even laugh. For the first since your wedding you willingly touch him, not because you’re playing it up for the paparazzi but because you want to. You clutch his arm as he steadies you and guides you outside, lean your full weight into him. And he revels in it. You’re a much better sport when you’ve had a few. And it must have been so exhausting for you, as well - all those months without the touch of another, without anyone to hold you. He’s easy on the eyes, he knows this - it shouldn’t be hard to spark that long lost flame in your belly. He wants to feel bad when he slowly helps you out of you clothes but the sight of you snuffs all of the guilt out. You’re airy and soft like this, hungry for him, even. You laugh and giggle about the fact that you’re married yet haven’t had sex yet and moan when he sucks on your neck, cry out when he finally pushes himself into you. He fucks you with so much fervor that you can only cling to him as you garble out nonsense, that you can truly only take it. He knows you won’t have forgotten about this tomorrow morning, that you’ll feel him for days to come but he doesn’t care. He finally has what he wanted and the chase has made it all the sweeter. Who cares if you won’t talk to him for a week straight once you’re sober? You’re married - not only that, he’s a goddamn star. Who’d believe you that he had to push you into this? You can sulk all you want come tomorrow but he’ll have his moment right now.

[danikamariewrites]

hii i really love ur fics, ur so good at writing🤍🤍🤍🤍 I wanted to ask if i could request one where it’s cassian x reader and they’re in a lowkey relationship bc reader is rhysands sister. one day reader gets so turned on by watching cassian and forgets to shut her mental shields. Both feyre and rhysand hears every dirty thought ab what she wants cassian to do and rhys gets surprised and pissed and just literally wants to die😭😭👀

Personal Thoughts

Cassian x reader

A/n: thank you anon! I hope you like this

Warnings: slightly suggestive and some blood/violence

As you stretch by yourself as you watch Cassian and Azriel spar. You look to the other side of the room and see your brother and Feyre stretching together. You smile at how cute they are together. You hope one day you and Cassian will be like that.

Your relationship is still so new. You’ve only been dating for a few months now but you’re infatuated with each other. No one else knows and you two want to keep it that way for a while. Rhys can get a little to over protective of you and the rest of this family is so gods damn nosy. Honestly it’s a miracle no one knows yet.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Cassian staring at you. Mother forbid you take your eyes off of him for more than two seconds. You roll your eyes at him and he send you a small smirk as he slowly takes his shit off.

Cassian flexes and picks up his sword, spinning it a few times before taking a defensive stance in front of Azriel. Azriel forces Cassian to pivot. He flares his wings and his back muscles flex. You didn’t even know he could do that.

And his ass! His ass is so gods damned perfect you just want to squeeze it. You stare absentmindedly taking in the fight. All you can think about is your date last night. He took you out to dinner at a fancy restaurant and when you got home he absolutely ravished you.

His head was between your legs for what felt like hours. And he took his time exploring every inch of you. When you two were done Cassian drew a bath for the two of you. He treats you like the princess you are and shows you nothing but respect. Cassian truly is a gentleman which you think a lot of people over look.

As you keep going through your memories you feel a familiar presence. It’s Rhysand looking at your memories with you. Shit.

Before you can push him out Rhys pulls back. You look over at him and his face is crimson with anger. Clearly he didn’t take into account how happy you were with Cassian. And how dare he look into your personal thoughts without permission! He always asks.

Rhys runs at Cassian tackling him to the ground and pinning him. Azriel jumps back, confused by the situation unfolding in front of him. “Rhys what the hell-“ he’s cut off by Rhys’ fist. A crunching sounding from his nose.

You jump up and tackle Rhys off of Cassian. “Those were my private thoughts! What the fuck is wrong with you?” You scream in your brothers face. “I wish I could burn my eyes after seeing that shit!” “Oh grow up you big baby!” You start to fight Rhys. His mistake is that he doesn’t take you seriously and you land a few good punches before Cassian picks you up and pins your arms.

Azriel holds Rhys back while Feyre stands to the side with her hands held out in both directions. Rhys gives Cassian a death glare. “Are you serious? My sister?” You look at Cassian and he goes slightly pale. “While you were intruding did you not feel my happiness? All the joy he brings me?”

Rhys’ jaw works as he tries to hold in his anger. “Rhysand.” Feyre says sternly. “Apologize to your sister. That was so wrong.” His face softens when he looks at her. You can tell they’re speaking mind-to-mind the way his expression changes.

“Look again Rhys.” You snap. You let him in and show him the overwhelming joy of being with Cassian. The love that he gives you everyday. Cassian lets go of you, confident you won’t try to beat your brother again. “Cassian,” his head snaps toward Rhys, “if you hurt her I’m going to kill you.” He nods, “I would never do that. I love her too much.”

You stand there stunned, looking up at his bloody face. “I love you too.” The words just flow from your mouth without even thinking. You hadn’t said that to each other yet. You smile at him and rise to kiss his cheek. Cassian smiles back at you, reaching out to hold your hand.

You hear Rhys make a fake puking sound. “Hey I don’t do that to you and Feyre.” “Feyre’s not your sister.” You stick your tongue at him. “I’m happy for you two.” Feyre says with a smile. “And don’t listen to your brother, he’ll come around soon.”

“I’m sorry.” Rhys says in your mind. “Yeah, yeah just don’t do it again or I’ll snap your wrists.” “Ouch. Are you this violent with Cassian?”

Azriel, Rhys, and Feyre head inside and you turn to Cassian. “Oh baby, your nose. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Cassian rubbed at the dried blood caked in his nose, “I’m fine sweetheart. You don’t have to take care of me.” You roll your eyes and pull him toward the door. “You’re taking a bath. And I’ll even rub your shoulders like you like.” Your tone slightly teasing.

Cassian kisses the top of your head. “You know now that I’m thinking about it, I’m so sore from training and Rhys beating me up. I might need more than a shoulder rub.” He smirks at you.

[strangesthirdeye]

Human dating Aziraphale would include:

•he knows you when you go to his bookshop to do research about your work and notices that you look lost then decides to help you.

•He helps you by finding some relevant books about what you are researching and offers to help you. Seeing that you seem tired of working. So, it's not wrong to help.

•later you always come to his bookshop either to look for material or to chat with Aziraphale. Always with Aziraphale seeing that the interests you both like are the same. (books obviously)

•offer you hot cocoa if you look stressed and tired. And also chat with you about books you are both interested in. Sometimes current issues.

•Introduce you to Crowley seeing that you were engrossed in coming to the bookshop so Aziraphale decided to introduce you to the serpent. Crowley just waved lazily and sprawled onto the couch at the end of the bookshop. You just nodded understanding.

•Surprisingly, you and Crowley are getting along well because well Aziraphale wants you and Crowley to be friends so he gives you both time to get to know each other and he doesn't want you to be uncomfortable with Crowley if you always go to the bookshop

•OMG you love talking about books with Aziraphale so much that Crowley got fed up and left the bookshop to get some air. and that way he wants you and Aziraphale together.. uhuk 👀

•Aziraphale began to notice Crowley always leaving the bookshop and asked Crowley why. Crowley just waved his hand and said:

"I just need some fresh air"

•Aziraphale being innocent just said yes.

•But over time it happened often and Aziraphale started to notice what Crowley did to you and Aziraphale.

•Since then, every time you and him are together at the bookshop after Crowley goes out to 'get some fresh air' he will stutter and be nervous and even his face will turn red. Suddenly he became shy with you.

•You will look at Aziraphale and ask: "are you ok?" "Are you sick?" "Do you want medicine? I have some"

•And Aziraphale will say: "I'm fine" that's all.

•You just nodded.

•Aziraphale being nervous to confess his feeling about you so he needs Crowley to give advice.

•Crowley being a demon who likes to tempt should know a little about love but he doesn't.

•"If you like her, you confess to her"

"Crowley, I really like her and I really want to confess to her that's why I need your advice and you just repeat what I said"

"buy her flowers"

"she doesn't like flowers"

"Ngk.. take her to the Ritz.. simple"

"well, that's pretty good too"

•Aziraphale didn't know how to confess his feelings to you at first but after several times he got up the courage to finally confess. And you happy together.

•And now he is your boyfriend so of course he will take care of you gently and perfectly.

•Will always be with you wherever you are. He's the clingy type but not always for good reason, he has a customers to settle, right?

•A material boyfriend, because he takes care of you and gives you hot cocoa when you have a bad day or it's just 'women's month'.

•Likes to cuddle with you and him being chubby and cute makes you a small spoon and he a big spoon when lying together.

•Will always rubs your hand when he's nervous and uncomfortable with a situation.

•Always call you Angel, Dear, Love, sweetheart.

•Give you a kiss on the forehead if you need it or just miss him.

•He is the first person to support you when you do the assigned work and help you until it is finished.

•will always believe in you and you believe him.

•"I.. am not human but I am an angel"

"well you are an angel in my eyes"

"no, that's not what I meant.. I'm really an angel and Crowley is a demon.. although he's a demon but at the same time it's like he's not"

"Wow"

•After Aziraphale confesses that he is Angel, everything returns to normal as if nothing happened.

•No matter if he has to settle things like with heaven or bookshop, he must have time to spend time with you. He's the one person who will take care, treat and give you enough love in his own way.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Not So Happy Birthday Part 3 (NSFW 18+)

AN: pay attention to what you have before you lose it. our wild ride is finally coming to an end! here we go!

Synopsis: Jack is willing to do anything to get back in your good graces so that he can have a chance to make things right between the two of you

Pairing: Ex-Boyfriend!Jack Harlow x Ex-Girlfriend!Reader

Read Part 1 and Part 2 first

Jack Harlow Masterlist

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It had been a total of three months since Jack's birthday and while he was at home in Louisville, you were at home in New York trying to keep yourself distracted. 

You were literally working almost every day and your older sister Melissa was obviously concerned, but you simply brushed her off. 

She already knew why you were doing it.

So you didn't have to focus on your feelings for Jack. 

Out of sight, out of mind. 

You figured that if you didn't think about it, you would be able to go back to how life was before you met him.

But, who were you fooling?

It honestly took everything in you not to accept the ring as Jack had held it out towards you. 

All you did was stare at it for what felt like hours, but was only mere seconds. 

"Y/N?"

"Jack, I can’t." You croaked out while trying to do your best not to sob in front of him.

The look of disappointment that flashed across his face almost made you want to accept it.

Almost.

Thinking back towards that moment, you honestly wondered if you had made the right decision. 

Even though you and Jack weren't together anymore, you had grown a lot closer to his mother, Maggie and she wanted you to have lunch with her and she was treating you. You just so happened to have an event in Louisville this weekend with Melissa so it worked out perfectly. 

You knew Jack was at home, so you were obviously bound to run into him which you were dreading.

Every time you had gone to see Maggie, Urban, Ace, Shloob, Quiiso, or 2fo you had miraculously dodged him, but you had a feeling that your luck was going to run out soon. 

You had a feeling that Ace had something to do with it, but he never admitted it. 

There you were at the 21C hotel in downtown Louisville applying the finishing touches to your make-up when you heard your phone go off. Melissa had gone off earlier to meet with a client leaving you by yourself to hopefully not run into him. 

Your heart jumped out of your chest when you saw that it was Jack. 

Jack- I heard you were in Louisville 👀

SHIT

You- Yes, for an event and to see your mom

Jack- So you can go out with my mom and not me? 😧

You- Get a hold of yourself. You thought I was cheating on you with Ace and now you’re jealous of your mom? Come on now Jackman 🙄

Jack- I just miss you, but you already knew that 👉🏻👈🏻

You- How did you know I was here anyway?

Jack- Um, I just heard a few people mention you, that's all. Sooo, how long are you here for?

You- Long enough to see your mom, Clay and PG and then I'm going back home

Jack- I'm in PG, so that means I'm included right? 🤔

You- Bye, Jackman

Jack- You didn't give me an answer tho 

Maggie was treating you to one of her favorite restaurants in the city and it just so happened that it wasn’t far from the hotel which you were thankful for. In the back of your mind, it wouldn’t surprise you if Jack had convinced Maggie to bring him with her even though it was supposed to be just the two of you. 

You did miss him, however, you still can’t shake from your mind what he did and how much he hurt you.

And Druski included.

You hadn’t talked to him either even though he slid in your DM’s multiple times trying to apologize and tried to do so at Jack and Urban’s birthday party, but you were too overwhelmed after Jack had pulled you to the side to talk to you so you told him that you didn’t want to hear it and that he knows you better than that.

You were currently munching on mozzarella sticks and you could feel Maggie eyeing you. You realized that it was only a matter of time before she found out about you and Jack not being together and had a feeling that it was going to be sooner rather than later. I mean you would think that because Jack was taking a break that he would spend some time with his so-called girlfriend, but that wasn't the case.

“What’s going on between you and my oldest child? I don’t mean to pry, but I can tell something’s wrong. Especially this morning when he asked about you. I didn’t say anything to him, but I was like "isn't that your girlfriend so shouldn’t you know the answer to that?”

And that’s when you started to cry. You couldn’t hold it in any longer.

This was the first time you had cried over him

In two days

You were honestly surprised that it took this long

And here you thought you were getting over him, but let’s be honest. Who were you kidding?

“Oh, no. I didn’t mean to upset you. What did he do?” Maggie exclaimed while handing you a tissue so that you could wipe your face.

“We haven’t been together since the beginning of March.”

“But….”

“At the party, that was all for show. Jack took it upon himself to accuse me of cheating on him with Ace because of pictures that Druski took and showed him. But we all know that he had been helping me plan the entire party for him. He didn’t even ask me about it. I had gone out to pick up a necklace that I had gotten made for him and came back to him packing my suitcases and handing me a plane ticket and telling me to go home. I was stuck at the airport for three days because my flight kept getting delayed and didn’t want to tell my parents or anyone what happened. I still don’t even know why I decided to show up at the party, I guess because I didn’t want all of my hard work to go to waste and I obviously do still care about him. I just…. How am I supposed to come back from that because that was him telling me that he doesn’t trust me. Druski has been trying to apologize to me ever since, but I don’t want to hear it. Oh and Jack decided that when he pulled me to the side at the party to suddenly give me a promise ring and I was like as bad as I want to take this, I can’t. He said that he had been planning on giving it to me anyway, but at that moment, it just seemed like he was trying to give it to me in order for me to forget what he did. And I just… I don’t know. And this morning, he sent me a text saying that I heard you were in Louisville and I said that I was coming to see you and he had the nerve to say oh so you can go out with my mom and not me? I’m sorry I’m rambling… I’m just still so incredibly hurt. It’s been a few months, but I don’t know if I can forgive and forget that easily.”

Maggie was sitting there quiet, taking it all in and listening to you as you told her everything.

“I just don’t get it. He has trust issues, which I know because his last girlfriend cheated on him and I would never do that because I also know how it feels to be cheated on. Why would I ever want to do that to someone else? I think deep down that I do want to forgive him, but I feel like this is always going to be in the back of my mind.”

“And your feelings are valid after everything that happened. I just can’t believe that child of mine because I definitely raised him better than that.”

“I know you did, but he’s an adult that has the ability to make his own decisions and unfortunately this was a bad decision on his part. Let me go to the bathroom and touch up my make-up, I’ll be back.” You said before getting up from the table, and Maggie immediately pulled her phone out to text her oldest child.

Maggie- Jackman Thomas

Jack- Uh oh, full government….. Yes? Am I in trouble?

Maggie- You most definitely are

Jack- What did I do?!?

Maggie- You know exactly what you did

Jack- Umm… are you at lunch with Y/N?

Maggie- Yes

Jack- And she told you what I did, didn’t she?

Maggie- I taught you better than that. You better be at the house when I get back so we can talk about this

Jack- I tried to apologize to her!

Maggie- With a ring that she felt that you were only giving to her so she could forget what you did. 

Jack- I didn’t want it to come off that way because that isn’t true

Maggie- Well it did. Like I said, we’ll talk later. 

After Jack had read the text message from his mother, he was now dreading the conversation that he was going to have with her later.

He didn’t know how much you had told her, but it seemed like from what she said, that you told her everything and he knew that he was about to be in for it.

He admits that he should have asked you and shouldn’t have reacted that way without having clear cut evidence of what was going on between you and Ace.

The two of them were talking, but just not as much as they were before. Jack was hoping that they could move past this and that he would be able to rebuild his relationship with both of you. 

It had been three months, but at least you were still talking to him so that counts for something right?

You didn’t completely shut him out, so in his mind he still had a chance to win you back. 

And he was going to make it happen no matter how long it took.

He was currently out with Urban and Clay to take his mind off of missing you when both of them noticed the switch in his demeanor.

“What’s wrong with you?” Urban asked while looking over at him confused.

“Y/N told her.”

“Told who what?”

“Told my mom what I did, obviously and now my ass is probably in for it.”

“Welp, can’t blame her. You definitely earned yourself the dumbass of the year award for that one.”

“Thank you for that, Clayborn.” Jack responded while rolling his eyes and all Clay did was smile and pat him on the back.

“Of course, any time.”

“I don’t even know where to begin to get her to forgive me.”

“Didn’t she already say no to the ring?” Urban inquired as Clay’s eyes went wide.

“WHAT RING?! YOU LEFT THAT PART OUT!”

“It was just a gift that I had gotten for her and I gave it to her at the party, which probably wasn’t the best idea, but I wanted for her to have it. My mom said that she thought that I was just trying to give it to her in order for her to forget what I did, but that wasn’t my intention at all.”

“Kinda looks that way though. The timing of it all.”

“I get it, but I was desperate and willing to do anything in order for her to forgive me and I still am. It wasn’t meant for her to forget what happened. I apologized so we could acknowledge it and hopefully move on from it.”

“Still can’t believe you listened to Druski’s dumbass. Like out of all people? That’s your most reliable source?”

“Look, I just didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t take someone that I care about cheating on me again. That’s a feeling that I never want to have. I experienced it once and don’t want to ever again.”

“He needs to help you get her back because it was both of your dumbasses fault.”

“I think he’s done enough and I need to figure out how to do that on my own. I’m the one who broke up with her and kicked her off tour.”

“Hmm, maybe Ace will help you.”

“I HIGHLY doubt that. I’m surprised he’s even talking to me.” Jack answered while shaking his head.

“Well, she’s not ignoring you so that at least counts for something, right?”

“I guess, but still.”

It was around 11 PM when Jack made his way back to his parents house in the hopes that his mother would be asleep so that he didn’t get yelled at because he already knew that it was coming. He had stayed out the entire day hoping to not have to run into her.

He quietly opened the door and was trying to make his way to his childhood bedroom when the light turned on in the living room startling him.

There Maggie was sitting on the couch waiting for him.

“Avoiding your own mother, now?”

“I-... no…. I just….”

“Yes you were. Come sit.”

Jack did as he was told and sat on the couch across from her waiting for her to start ripping him a new one.

“First, what the hell went through your mind to confront her without any evidence? And no wait, back up. Druski? Are we serious? That’s who you choose as your most reliable source?”

“He took the pictures of the two of them and sent them to me! I didn’t know what to think!” Jack exclaimed while running a hand through his curly hair. 

“And that’s why you should have asked her! Instead now both you and Druski look like dumbasses. I raised you better than that. Don’t even get me started on you packing her bags for her and the fact that she was stranded at the airport for three days because her flight kept getting delayed! And she was too scared to tell anyone!”

“I… know. I wish she would have said something to me.”

“But, at that moment, would you have even bothered to answer her? Probably not all because of what you thought she did. And she still threw you the party? I know I probably wouldn’t have.”

“I definitely don’t think I deserved to have it, but I'm thankful that she went through with it anyway.”

“I don’t even know where you would begin to fix this.”

“Did she say she still wanted to be with me?!” Jack asked her with a hopeful look on his face.

“Well, she didn’t exactly tell me no, but what she did tell me was that even if she did forgive you that you not trusting her would still be in the back of her mind. I remember telling you not to do anything stupid to lose her, but of course you had already done it. Y/N really cares about you and I can see it in the way she talks about you even if you did hurt her feelings.”

“I just hope she eventually forgives me. I want to see her happy, but I want to see her happy with me.”

“Hold up. That’s not up to you. Even if she is happy without you, you are going to accept it and move on from it because at the end of the day it was you who lost her and you who broke up with her. If she still wants to be with you, great, if she doesn’t want to be with you, fine. Either way I’m still invited to the wedding whether she gets married to you or not.”

“I-.....”

“Own up to what you did. And stop pestering her about wanting to see her. You obviously didn’t want to see her that bad because she was here earlier.”

“AND NO ONE TOLD ME?!”

“Calm yourself, Jackman. She wanted to see Clay and your dad before she left.”

“But not me, of course.”

“She did ask for you, but you were nowhere to be found and didn’t answer your phone so that’s on you. Do what you want with the information I just told you, but if she doesn’t want to talk to you anymore, you need to respect that. For now, I’m tired of looking at you because I still can’t believe my own child would act like that, and on that note, Goodnight.”

It was now Tuesday at one in the morning and you had been back for a day and a half at home in New York and your thoughts were running rampant. You hadn't been able to sleep and you suddenly heard your phone go off signaling that you had a text. The phone was on the dresser and you would have to change your position in the bed in order to get to it. 

A few minutes had passed before you finally got the strength to turn and grab it to see who it was.

And it was no one other than your ex-boyfriend. 

Jack-I know it’s late, but I need to fix this, so will you please give me a chance to do that?

You- I’m willing to hear what you have to say

Jack- Good because I’m outside your door and I have food

You- Wait, now?!

Jack- Yes now, come open the door for me pretty girl

You took the steps two at a time and you had mixed feelings about this entire thing and how eager you were to actually see him. You missed him and there was definitely no denying that. But, just like you told Maggie, this will probably forever be in the back of your mind as long as you were in a relationship with him. 

Once downstairs, you opened the door to see a sleepy-eyed Jack holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and another bag which you couldn’t make out the contents of. Your breath immediately hitched in your throat.

“I caught a red-eye flight because I couldn’t sleep and truth be told I really haven’t been sleeping since I decided to end our relationship. I just…” You immediately cut him off.

“Just get in here before my nosey neighbor sees you.”

“I thought Ms. Wanda was moving out?”

“I did too, until I saw her all up in my business when I got back the other day.”

You moved to the side to be able to let him in and Jack made his way into the kitchen to put everything down on the island and to find a vase to put your flowers in with some water. You were silently watching him hoping that he would break the silence, but you could tell that he was just as nervous as you were.

“Thank you for actually letting me in. I was definitely debating on coming from the airport if you even wanted to see me. It was the fact that I was already in New York before those thoughts even hit me and I was praying that you did even though deep down I had a feeling that you probably didn’t. I was prepared to go right back home just in case, seeing as I brought literally no clothes with me.”

“I still have a lot of your clothes here that I never gave back to you and shoes so we’re good on that. And why in the world did you not think that I wanted to see you? Maggie had told me that you were going to be at the house so when I went I was surprised and a little hurt that you weren’t. She tried to call you and everything.”

“And I’ll be honest. I was dodging her calls because I knew she was about to rip me a new one because of what I did to you. She had sent me a text and told me  that she wanted to talk to me and I didn’t even go back home until almost midnight in the hopes of trying to avoid her, but I should have known better than that. She told me you had been there earlier and I honestly did feel some type of way about it, but I can’t blame anyone but myself.”

“I like your mom a lot. What’s in the bag?” You curiously asked and Jack simply slid it towards you.

You curiously opened it to see that it was benedictine, one of your favorite foods that originated in Louisville. You still remembered the first time that Jack ordered it and let you try some. You had been hooked ever since.

“I figured that if I was showing up around 2 in the morning that I needed to at least bring some food with me. Luckily the place that I usually get it from doesn’t close until three.”

“Thank you, I actually didn’t go and get it this past weekend, because every time I thought about getting it, it reminded me of you. I already missed you too much and I just didn’t want to end up feeling even worse. Every time that I would get this, we would share it.”

“And we’re about to share it now.”

You simply smiled as Jack turned around to get utensils for you both before sitting across from you at the island. Jack had heated it up for a few minutes and now the two of you were eating in silence.

“Um, I just want to explain my thought process and why I did what I did.” Jack quietly said and you simply nodded. 

“I’m listening.”

“You knew about my ex because I told you and you also knew how I felt about the entire thing. I still remember that night that we were at your condo when you had that rooftop party in the city after Ace had introduced us a few weeks before. I was hesitant about meeting you, but once I did, you were the only person that I wanted to be around. I remember always wanting to fly you out to wherever I was because I loved having you in my presence and all the positive energy that you always give off. When Druski showed me the pictures, I snapped. Me feeling insecure combined with what I thought was you blowing me off for Ace when you were really planning something for me just sent me over the edge. I didn’t even think twice before I made the decision and didn’t bother asking you which was stupid on my end. I know deep down that you would never do that to me, but I don’t know at that moment? And that’s the same exact thing she told me. Fucked around and had an entire baby on me. I couldn’t fathom going through being cheated on again so I figured if I hurt you first, I wouldn’t have to deal with those feelings. But I did deal with the feeling of me hurting you. The look on your face is embedded in my mind and to think I was the cause of all of that hurt you had, hurt me too. And not to mention you being at the airport for three days. I wish you would have told me, but I get why you didn’t. You probably thought that I wouldn’t answer you, which is fair. Bottom line is that I’m sorry for how I acted and I just want us to be okay again. But only if that’s what you want. I don’t want to put pressure on you or anything. Whatever you decide, I’m going to respect it.”

“I’ve been going back and forth in my head so many times and trying to think of every possible scenario on if I did forgive you or if I didn’t.”

“And the ring was not meant for you to forget what I did at all and I’m sorry if it came off that way.”

“Jack Harlow apology tour 2023.”

“And I already apologized to Ace. It’ll take some time, but I think that we’ll get back to how we were before.”

“If I say yes…”

“Yes?” Jack asked, looking up at you hopeful.

“You have to promise me that if you are unsure about something involving me that you’ll come to me first and ask before jumping to conclusions.”

“I promise. It’ll never happen again. I lost you once because of my own stupidity and I definitely don’t want for that to happen again. You mean a lot to me and not really seeing and talking to you these past few months….”

“Clean slate?” You asked while taking the last bite of your food which Jack had scooted towards you. 

“Clean slate.”

“From this point forward, we will never bring this up again. Even if we may have a disagreement, we make no mention of this.”

“I’m on board with that. But it’s still going to be in the back of my mind what I did.”

“And it will be in the back of mine too, but we’re going to heal from this. Just one huge big misunderstanding.”

Jack had gotten up from the island to put the food container in the trash and the utensils that you both used in the dishwasher before saying anything else.

You could tell that he was deep in thought and you simply looked at him curiously.

“Jack?”

"I know that this doesn't even begin to cover how sorry I am, but…" Jack started to say but you immediately got up from the island and cut him off with a kiss which he gladly returned and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

"I've missed being in your arms so much and I never want to go that long without being in them again. Like I said, we’ll get past this." You quietly said as you looked down and Jack lifted your chin with his finger so that you could look at him.

"And I'm going to make sure you don't and that we do.." 

"Just know that I would never hurt you like that. You mean entirely too much to me." You quietly said and Jack simply nodded.

“Oh, one more thing. I mean you don’t have to wear it, but I want you to have it.” Jack said as he let go of you to reach into his back pocket and pull out the ring that he wanted to give to you three months ago.

“I’ll wear it, it’s pretty.” You answered while Jack slipped it on the middle finger of your left hand.

“Now, if people look at my boyfriend, I can tell them to fuck off with showing off the ring he bought me. Oh and I see you like your necklace I bought you. My closet is still full of your gifts.” You looked up at him and you played with the KY necklace that graced his neck.

“I don’t think I deserve them to be honest.”

“Then who else am I going to give them to? And yes you do for how hard you work. I am still very proud of you.”

“Can we get to opening them later?” Jack asked and you came to the conclusion that he was probably tired.

“Sure, let’s go upstairs and get some sleep.”

“Oh, I’m not tired.”

“Your eyes are saying otherwise sir. It looks like you’re about to fall over at any moment.”

“It’s been almost four months and I can imagine that your vibrator is definitely not on the same level as me.”

—

"Relax baby and let me make you feel good. Give me some room down here.”

You did as you were told and felt instant pleasure when you felt Jack’s mouth on you making you grip the sheets underneath you while trying to hold back a moan.

“Nuh uh, none of that. I didn’t wait this long to not hear you tell me how good I’m making you feel, let it out.”

“But…”

“I don’t give a fuck about your nosey ass neighbors, let it out.”

Jack dove back in between your legs and inserted two fingers while still keeping his mouth on you and you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Fuck, baby. Right there.” You finally let out and he couldn’t do anything but smirk as he inserted a third finger trying to make you reach your peak as quickly as possible.

“Good girl.”

Your left hand found a way to Jack’s curls, while your right was massaging your breast in order for you to reach it quicker.

Jack knew when you were close that all he had to do was play with your nipples and you would fold each time. 

He literally made you cum several times by doing that and nothing else. 

"Shiiit… I.. "

Jack took the initiative to hold your legs tighter so that you wouldn't try to move away from him as he continued to lap at your folds and he planned on showing you how much he missed you all night as your screams continued to get louder. 

A few seconds later you were coming undone before him and instead of letting you ride out your high in peace, he continued to suck on your clit immediately making your legs shake.

When he had finally removed his mouth from you, he proceeded to place kisses all up and down your thighs before he reached up to kiss you.

"Are you ready for me?" Jack whispered in your ear as he kissed the shell of it and you immediately nodded.

"Have you been away from me that long that you forgot your manners? I need words baby. My pretty girl needs to tell me what she wants."

"I want you in me."

"Now that's better." Jack answered before slowly slipping into you and bottoming out making you both moan out in pleasure.

"Damn, you feel so good around me. But baby you need to relax. You're still tense and I can tell."

"I'm just nervous I guess."

"Nervous for what? It's just me and you know that I'm going to take care of you." Jack replied to you while reaching down to kiss your forehead. 

"I know…. Just…"

"Just focus on me and nothing else."

You didn't know why you were nervous.

Having sex with him was nothing new and you had done it plenty of times before. 

It almost felt like this was a dream and that you could wake up at any second and be right back to square one. 

And you knew for a fact that your heart couldn't take that.

Jack slowly began to move in and out of you and he could tell that you were slowly relaxing little by little.

He was always going to take his time when pleasuring you and didn't shy away from putting your needs first.

You wrapped your arms around him wanting for him to be as close as possible to you in that very moment. 

Jack then reached down to slowly massage your clit as he was also giving attention to your left breast before switching to the right and waiting for you to come undone in front of him. 

"Mmm, baby… I'm…"

"I know, babe. Me too. You going to be a good girl and cum all over my dick?"

You eagerly nodded but of course Jack stopped his movements which left you confused.

"Jackkkkk!!!"

"Good girls use their words so fix it."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes I'm going to cum all over your dick." 

"That's what I thought." Jack answered while then continuing his movements.

Not even four thrusts later, the two of you were coming completely undone.

As you were riding out your high underneath him, Jack was placing kisses anywhere that he could reach on your body as you were scratching your nails down his back.

Jack then slid out of you making you wince and simply laid his head on your chest as you were running a hand through his curls. 

"Just wait until I get some actual sleep. We aren't leaving this bed." 

And for the next week, Jack had stuck to his word and you were convinced that your best friends and sister probably thought you were in a ditch somewhere when you were actually just getting ducked down. 

Jack had just finished making you cum for the seventh time and it wasn't even noon. You had then swung your left leg over in order to straddle him when Jack's hands immediately went to your hips to help guide you as you slowly lowered yourself down onto him. 

The two of you got into a comfortable rhythm before you heard a shriek from the doorway startlingly the two of you and Panchito proceeded to run full force towards you and jumped on both you and Jack. 

Jack immediately brought you to his chest in an attempt to shield you from Blanca and Jessica who were now eyeing the two of you.

"This is where you’ve been all week then, I thought I was gonna have to send a search party. I hope you made his ass beg for forgiveness for all the shit he was accusing you of.” Jessica said while shaking her head and Blanca motioned for Panchito to come back towards her but instead he curled up at the bottom of the bed.

"It looks like she forgave him if my eyes aren't deceiving me. Have yall even came up for air? Gotten food? Taken a nap?" Blanca asked while you were looking at them in disbelief how they were having a full blown conversation with you while Jack was still inside you.

"No. Not really, no."

"Well shit, Jack is Ace with you? I want to get dicked down too. Y/N can't be the only one having fun around here. And how have you been by the way? Miserable I presume without my best friend?"

"Are you two seriously trying to have a full blown conversation with us while my boyfriend's dick is still in me?"

"Yes, it looks that way. We already know it’s big from what you told us." Blanca said while shrugging.

“BLANCA!” You scolded her and she just smirked while Jack was trying to hold in his laugh.

"Better us than Melissa! She was going to come over herself but we volunteered to check on you. And Jack, hurt my girl again and I'll make sure you can't have kids."

"Wait. Did she say boyfriend?"

"I got it. I already know and no Blanca, Ace isn't with me ." Jack answered while you were moving on top of him trying to get as much friction between the two of you as possible. All Jack did was grip your hip tighter in an attempt to tell you to stop.

"So we're just going to skip past the boyfriend part? She said, " BOYFRIEND!" 

"Now that you two know that I'm alive, close the door and let me continue riding the shit out of my boyfriend's dick and then I want his cum eventually sliding down my throat. He made me cum seven times and I'd like to return the favor."

"Okay daycare in her throat! Get it Jack!"

"SEVEN!?! IT'S NOT EVEN NOON!"

"The two of you have three seconds to get out and I'm not responsible for what you're about to see if you don't."

"We're going! We're going!"

"BLANCA GET PANCHITO!" 

All you did was shake your head as they finally closed the door and when you looked back down at Jack, he was simply smirking.

“So, my dick is big, huh?” He asked and you threw the pillow at him that was on your left side at him while he laughed. 

“Keep it up and I won’t let you cum at all.”

You saying this wiped Jack’s smirk off his face and he held up his hands in defense. 

“That’s what I thought.”

—

You were now in the middle of the dance floor celebrating your birthday with Blanca, Jessica, and Melissa dancing beside you as Jack sat next to Urban, Druski, and Ace admiring you.

“I never thought she was about to forgive you, but I’m glad she did because your ass was fucking miserable without her.” Ace said while making googly eyes at Blanca.

“Me either, but I’m happy she did. I just knew her bodyguards were going to kill me.”

“Still can’t believe you call them her bodyguards.” Urban said while laughing.

“Because they are! They’re so protective over each other so when I caught that red eye flight from Louisville, I was praying that she was at home by herself because I know if they were there, they would have made my ass turn around and go right back home.”

“Especially Melissa. She was at your birthday party shooting daggers at me and holding the knife to cut the cake. I thought her ass was going to stab me.” Druski confessed while taking another swig of his drink.

“She still might. I put NOTHING past her older sister.”

“Wait, I just noticed something.” Urban said while eyeing your ring finger.

“What?”

“That isn’t the same ring because it looks different. Did you do something and not tell us?!” 

“It just happened this morning soooo.” Jack answered while rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“I want full credit for this love connection and I want to make a speech at the wedding reception.” Ace added while Druski was still looking at Jack in disbelief.

“Say less, I have to let her bodyguards make speeches too or I know that they’ll have my ass.”

“They grow up so fast!” Druski exclaimed while hugging Jack and congratulating him.

Just then you came over to him and promptly sat on his lap.

“Is it okay if I steal you for a minute?” You asked while reaching up to play with his beard.

“The birthday girl can do whatever she wants.”

You got up and held out your hand towards Jack and let him outside so that you could get some fresh air.

“You okay?” He asked while looking down at you and you simply nodded in response.

“Never better. Just wanted to thank you for all that you do for me. And keeping this party a secret from me and getting Ace to help you was top tier.”

“I thought I would return the favor since you did it for me. Just wanted to show you how much I loved you.”

“You literally don’t have to do all of this to show me that, it’s the simple things that you do on a daily basis that lets me know how much you do.” You said while reaching up to kiss him and he eagerly kissed you back.

“You know I’d do absolutely anything for you.”

“I know. Track 3.”

“But also track 13. Don’t be anxious, I got you.”

“Right back at you.”

“You ready to go in and tell them that we’re already married and did it at the courthouse yesterday or is that too much?”

“Hmm, too much. We can tell them tomorrow. But either way, your mom is going to kill you.”

“But will she though? She already calls you her daughter-in-law and would text me just about every day asking if I proposed yet.”

“You definitely did not tell me that!”

“Well obviously I didn’t want to tell you because that would have ruined it!”

“Just get me pregnant soon to make up for it. She’ll forgive you.”

“Shit, say less. We can get started right now.”

“Good, because I got my IUD taken out last week so…..”

“Oh, so you were planning to trap me?” Jack playfully asked you while raising an eyebrow. 

“Hmm, no. I just wanted my kid to possibly have your eyes or curly hair. Keep in mind I’m a trust fund baby so did you in fact trap me?”

“Urban told you my plan, didn't he? I’m meant to be a trophy husband.”

“No, he just told me that you loved me a whole lot.”

“And that’s never going to change. Now let’s get started on that baby.”

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jackharlow: Happiest of birthdays to my baby girl. I love you so much and I'm so thankful to have you in my life. Ever since we met, I knew you were something special and I can't wait for us to spend the rest of our lives together. Always want to be able to make your dreams come true 💕

yourinstagramname: I love you so much and you always make my heart go boom. so blessed to have you in my life 💖

yungskylark: yall can thank me for this! I got the two of them together!

claybornharlow: PAUSE, SPEND THE REST OF OUR LIVES TOGETHER? DON'T THINK WE DIDN'T SEE THAT

blancaaa: jackharlow did you get her pregnant?!

jackharlow: blancaaa working on it!

jessmichelle: jackharlow I'm surprised that she isn't already from what we walked in on a while ago 👀

yourinstagramname: jessmichelle get ready to babysit

jessmichelle: yourinstagramname as long as I can give them back lmao

yourinstagramname: jackharlow oh I guess I can tell yall now then

claybornharlow: yourinstagramname TELL US WHAT?!

yourinstagramname: claybornharlow we now share the same last name Clay! hi brother-in-law!

maggieharlow: did the two of you get married and NOT TELL ME?! I HAVE LITERALLY BEEN PLANNING FOR MONTHS

jackharlow: uh oh

claybornharlow: I KNEW IT!

jessmichelle: what the hell? DID MY INVITE GET LOST?!

blancaaa: I will grab Panchito. why were we not informed?

yourinstagramname: save the date... August 6th, 2024 and it was literally a spare of the moment thing kbye

blancaaa: Y/N! GET BACK HERE!

jessmichelle: WE KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!

y/nharlow: jackharlow husband, lock the door so we can make a baby and hide from everyone.

jackharlow: y/nharlow say less! see yall in August

jessmichelle: not this bitch changing her username too smh

blancaaa: who the hell was the witness?! Melissa fucking show yourself because you've been quiet as hell

amomentcaptured: I was the witness and now I'm about to go back into hiding

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[not-that-fanartist]

New OC time!!

So…we all know Deltarune, right? ovo

As I’ve become viscerally obsessed with it over the years, it only makes sense to introduce you to an OC I’ve made for the franchise^^

Let me introduce you to Retra! The preppy, curious, fun-loving 80s themed printer girl!

Residing in the famed Cyber City, she spends her days making beautiful printer pieces for her cyber citizens! Living an artist’s dream. At night…

Sneaking away to meet someone…?👀

Ooo, mystery! (Except not really as is clearly depicted in the above picture)

This calls for a backstory!

…

The earliest of her memories…was not the most pleasant. Far behind in a long abandoned alleyway, a musical trio had been wandering around looking for scraps when they came across something heart-rending.

The three were shocked! It was a new face…roughed up and unconscious behind a sewer grate.

“What should we do? They need our help!”

But it was hardly worth pondering. You don’t just leave an unconscious person stranded in an alleyway.

“K_K, quick, help us take her back to the shop!”

“We can’t allow any mademoiselle to be left on the streets! Hurry! She needs us!”

They promptly ran her to their scrap shop. Soon, slowly, she came to. Awaking confused, but grateful for the rescue. It seems…she really remembered nothing. Not even what led to her being in such a scrappy state. Nobody seemed to recognize her either. A new face, no story.

Well, no point in dwelling on it for now. The trio happily volunteered to clean her wounds, give her plenty of refreshments and even offer her an old jacket of theirs to keep her warm.

They all got along very easily.

Spending some time together, she couldn’t help but reflect the best of their personalities. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little empty.

Then, a new proposal!

“Hey, we love you hangin around…”

“But why don’t we take a trip downtown!”

“We know some folks you might like to meet!”

“Can I come too?”

“You always go with us, K_K.”

And so they journeyed deeper into Cyber City, arriving to introduce their new friend…

To the Addisons!

Oh the adoration, the sympathies. It was like they had seen a lost puppy.

They were willing…no, insistent on taking her in! They treated her like she was one of them. And while Retra was always welcome back at the scrap shop, she felt like the city really gave her room to breathe! It was really her element.

Finally free to build her identity, the Addisons gleefully gave their new member of the Ad family a fresh makeover!

But their craft was yet finished! Soon enough, Retra was taught the way of the advertiser.

But their true ambitions were in the arts. So, confiding in their musical friends, they created their own print shop from borrowed scraps and started her journey as not only an Addison, but a commissioner!

And it's going smooth! Well, it was for a while at least. Since this strange "outage", business has been quite slow. But she aims to keep her head up high!

Something strange though... "Rose" Addison, at some point pulled her aside to warn her about a certain...someone. She was not allowed near THAT dumpster so long as she was living with them.

The warning was vague...just that this mysterious individual got corrupted somehow...and she doesn't want to see the same happen to them. A kind enough gesture, they supposed but...

Yeah it didn't go very far.

One night, deciding not to wait for the garbage person, they decided against the Addisons' wishes and took matters into their own hands. It was just one small trip after all, what harm could it do? Maybe something interesting would finally happen after a long streak of slow business and boring empty shifts.

And Interesting things happen, they did. Of course, this is where she met her scrappy little friend and well...perhaps that's a story for another time^^

The little retro rebel kept sneaking out to see him night after night, getting up to ridiculous shenanigans and wondering how the Addisons could ever keep her from such a funny little soul.

She just couldn't help but be drawn to him! After all...he reminded her of a certain someone else who once wound up stuck in the gutter...

...

<3

[melis-writes]

Hello Melly, I started watching a film by Malena and her story is very sad, she is mistreated and abused by men and women just because of her beauty, if it seemed that in her place it was Victoria where it takes place in Sicily, some man try to touch her and then find out that she is a Don's wife and what would Michael do, because we know that Victoria is very attractive and attracts attention too, it's just an idea.👀

Ooh yes, Malena! I haven’t seen it but I did skim through it a while ago and from what I already saw, yeah, it’s pretty depressing. 😢 In the Godfather book, there’s a mention that in Sicily if a man went to flirt/touch/seduce another man’s wife, it would result in death if I remember correctly, sooo… 😳

She is Everything.

You, it was always you. You never cease to amaze Michael in any regard and the things Michael loves and admires about you only continues to grow years on into your marriage.

From your motherhood and giving birth to five children to your kind and compassionate teaching that’s only an extension of how you treat others around you to who you are as a person with all your skills, talents and intellect—Michael’s always known for you to be his one and only.

Just as Michael’s aware of your professional reputation, your career’s experience and your influence as Don Ferrari’s daughter all attracting attention, he’s also aware of your beauty doing the same.

Everything from your hair down to the shape of your cheekbones, jawline, your lips, your supple skin, height, figure and how you carry yourself radiates and intensifies your beauty.

Naturally, Michael wasn’t your only potential suitor in the past and curious eyes and gazes are impossible to be ignored every now and then as you’ve noted.

In Sicily, everything’s completely different. As an attractive young woman who carries herself well, you attract double the attention consistently than you have anywhere else.

Passerby’s let their gaze linger over your longer, heads will turn just to take another look at you from men and women alike, compliments from old women praising your beauty and shopkeepers mesmerized by you mid conversation were certainly not expected by neither you nor Michael.

Michael will never deny his wife is beautiful and a sight to behold; he knows this himself and firmly believes in it, and in the small town of Corleone where a new face appears only every now and then, there’s no helping the curiosity swarming around you.

You pretend for the vast majority of it that you don’t recognize the looks, stares or changes in body language towards the individuals you speak and engage with, although you do remain flattered.

It’s positive attention that doesn’t manifest towards anything else or come to bother you in any way, but it does spike up your shyness every now and again.

Michael sees it very differently, however. One may gaze and look upon you as long as they don’t follow you or make you uncomfortable in any way. The curiosity can’t be helped and neither can the attraction towards you, but everything else can.

At the end of the day for as far as Michael’s concerned, you’re his and he’s yours. The same can be said about Michael’s striking attractiveness as well, but he’s grown far more than accustomed to ignoring attention from any woman that isn’t you and Michael can’t possibly care less either.

Because of that, Michael prefers to be with you in the streets and marketplaces of Sicily to spend time with you and be by your side; holding your hand in public or keeping his hand wrapped around your waist. If the wedding band on your ring finger isn’t seen by those curious eyes, your husband will be.

“Oh, they’re right next to each other,” you let out a soft laugh, looking up to see the local herb store next to the fruit market. “How convenient.”

“Mhmm,” Michael nods—his hand laced with yours. “What are you missing?”

“Honestly, a little bit of everything,” you tell him. “I’ll buy the herbs by the bag and put them in containers at home for safekeeping so we don’t run out. Ooh, and darling,” you turn towards the fruit market, pointing at it. “Vincent and James absolutely adore peaches. Could you get some too with the rest of our list?”

“I’ll handle it, darling,” Michael nods. “I’ll be right there if you need me.”

“Okay, baby,” you blush, pecking a kiss over Michael’s cheek before letting go of his hand and stepping into the herb store.

From time to time since you landed in Sicily weeks back, you’ve been popping into local shops and stores every now and then to pick up groceries and deli meats—stocking up on herbs and various spices.

It’s not the first time you’ve been to this small herb shop, but that the fruit market has opened up stall right next to it which makes it all the more convenient for you and Michael to get your weekly grocery shopping done together.

As always, an elderly man who you assume owns the shop remains behind one of the tills—giving you a polite smile and working away on polishing the countertop whereas his younger grandson, Bruno—a man in his late twenties who assists him by weighing and packing all the herbs is to be seen there again.

“Hello, Miss Victoria,” Bruno greets you as always, unaware of your last name or any other details about you other than how often you come to shop, your first name and of course, what you look like.

“Hello,” you say back politely, slowly began to wander around the store and let your eyes search for packs of herbs neatly stored on shelves against the walls throughout the entire shop.

“It’s good to see you again,” Bruno carries on the conversation, smiling and stepping out from behind the till. “We missed you last week.”

“Did you?” You turn your head to face him, smiling. “I was on holiday in Rome with my family.”

“Oh, how wonderful,” Bruno’s eyes light up. “How was your trip? I hope it went safe and well,”

“It did, thank you. It was lovely,” you attempt to focus on the bags of herbs before you rather than get too consumed in insistent small talk.

“There is a new glow about you, I could tell,” Bruno adds, admiring your figure from head to toe. “Relaxation and vacation is always good.”

You pick out a bag of paprika and dried basil, setting them down on the counter as Bruno quickly moves back to you, continuing to talk. “As I had once said, you’re our best customer. We’ll miss you if you leave Sicily. You know, I hear all the stories about America—” he begins to weigh the herbs. “The American Dream and everything in it, but this is also your home, yes?”

“It is,” you nod, putting a bag of rosemary on the counter too. “It always will be.”

“I wish you would stay longer,” Bruno says to you, causing your eyes to widen a little bit from his forward statement.

Even Bruno’s father momentarily looks up, feeling the secondhand embarrassment of his grandson attempting to pitifully flirt with you.

“Then you would have all the time to connect back with our homeland and roots. It would be good for you here in Corleone.”

“How do you know I’m from Corleone, exactly?” This sparks up your attention—as nothing’s been said about where in Sicily you’re from versus where you’re staying other than the United States.

Carrying a small bag filled with a variety of fresh fruit and extra peaches, Michael smoothens out the side of his hair before walking back to approach the herb shop and wait for you.

“I can tell,” Bruno takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Everything about you tells me your hometown is Corleone, like mine. I can tell from your Sicilian beauty.”

From where Michael stands, he can see clear through the window that you remain at the till with the bags of herbs that you’ve picked out but it’s Michael’s gaze instantly hardening at the sight of the merchant inching so close to you, let alone touching your hand that makes him approach.

“I’ve got a trained eye,” Bruno grins, “we see some many people everyday. Some tourists, some locals.”

“I see,” you pull your hand back, watching Bruno bag your herbs.

Michael pushes through the door of the herb shop, making eye contact with Bruno’s grandfather first who drops the cloth he was using in his hand to polish the counter in shock.

Bruno’s grandfather stares back at his grandson in worry in hopes he won’t attempt to flirt or embarrass himself further in front of your husband, but Bruno can’t even get his eyes off of you to look up and worry about Michael in the first place.

“Not many women as beautiful as you come by to—”

“Hi, darling,” you smile up at Michael who now remains by your side, cutting off anything further Bruno has to say with just one look.

“Just about finished?” Michael asks you in a calm voice, beginning to ignore Bruno.

“Just about,” you hand Bruno the exact amount of money in cash as Michael takes the herb bag off the counter.

“What’s your name?” Michael asks a dumbfounded Bruno.

“Bruno, sir,” Bruno stammers back.

“Is this your store?” Michael continues to ask, lacing his free hand with yours.

“Oh no, this shop belongs to my grandfather, I just help—” Bruno turns to look at his grandfather, only to notice he’s gone and in the back of the store already to refrain from further humiliation and fear. “I just help him out sometimes.”

“I see,” Michael ends it off at that, nodding at you as you both begin to exit the shop side by side.

Bruno frowns, watching Michael give your forehead a kiss before leading you out of the store and back out into the marketplace’s streets when Bruno’s grandfather bursts back into the front of the store from the back room.

“We’re dead!” Grandfather exclaims, “we’re dead! Do you know that?”

“What?” Bruno blinks, stepping forward. “Grandfather, calm down. What’s the matter with you?”

“Bruno, what did I tell you? What did I tell you?” Grandfather wails, resting his palm over his forehead. “You just couldn’t keep to yourself and keep your mouth shut, could you?”

“What? Oh, with her brother or her—”

“Brother?!” Grandfather cries out, “that is her husband! Do you not recognize him?”

Bruno freezes in his spot, thinking momentarily. “I… I don’t know. I’ve never seen him, I didn’t even know that was Miss Victoria’s husband, I just assumed—”

“Your assumptions will get you killed, boy!” Grandfather scolds, “that is Don Corleone’s wife! It is as clear as day! From America! And what do you do? Disgrace us all in front of him by touching his wife? Tell me, boy. Tell me you did not do it before, that you were mistaken—” Grandfather puts his hands over Bruno’s shoulders. “That you were just making silly, harmless conversation with this woman when I was not in shop! Tell me you wouldn’t do this!”

“Grandfather—” Bruno’s breath hitches, “I d-don’t know. I don’t know. She comes here sometimes, I see her, I try to talk to her—”

“No, you can never try to talk to her like that! You should lower your head in shame when you speak with the Don’s wife—with any woman,” Grandfather shakes his head. “So many come in here, so many bachelorettes your grandmother knows of in the villag and yet her? This woman above you and why?”

“Because she’s everything,” Bruno confesses, feeling his eyes prickle with tears. “Don’t you see her?”

“And you’re nothing,” Grandfather frowns, “nothing now like me. I am nothing. We are nothing, because the Don’s men will pay you a visit for what you’ve done.”

[xueyuverse]

Summary chapter 3 and 4 of Qiang Jin Jiu

Shen Zechuan has to die, but he didn't die because he was "saved" by the Dowager Empress.

Hua Xiangyi = Third Miss of the Dicheng Hua Clan in Qudu and distinguished lady of the palace.

"If Shen Zechuan dies we will never get to the root of Shen Wei's betrayal."

So ☝️ actually technically you will never get to the root because Shen Wei died and took everyone who had proof of his actions with him. Shen Zechuan doesn't know anything.

Shen Zechuan dreamed of his family: 

1. Ji Gang = his shifu/father.

2. Shiniang = his mother.

3. Ji Mu = his older brother.

Ji Gang: fugitive from the martial fraternity. Ji Lei was a disciple alongside him in the Ji clan, so that's why they have the same surname. His crime should have decapitated him, but the emperor just exiled him.

Shiniang: Hua Pingting. Of the eight cities of Cen'nan in Qudu, the Dicheng Hua Clan among them is the clan of the current Empress Dowager. It was because of Hua Pingting that the Empress Dowager saved him, apparently.

"Once in Qudu, you are Shen Wei. The people are furious now. Those who hate you deeply are more than one could count."

Honestly, it's because of this that I believe part of the reason for keeping Shen Zechuan alive is this. You all still want to make him suffer in life.

"There are many ways I can kill you." Ji Lei said, "Ungrateful little bastard."

And that's why I think it was Ji Lei who tried to kill him with the bag of flour before. He's at least my suspect.

It was Xiao Chiye who kicked Shen Zechuan. Great way to introduce the ml lmfao.

Libei Armored Cavalry was besieged by enemies because Shen Wei did not defend Cizhou, Xiao Jiming had to face another unexpected battle because of this.

Xiao Jiming = Xiao Chiye's older brother.

Ji Lei wanted Xiao Chiye to kill Shen Zechuan once and for all and faked smiles at Xiao Chiye to hide his disgust at him not doing so, despite the kick having full murderous intent. And apparently Ji Lei really doesn't like Xiao Chiye, calling him a criminal and an idiot and treating him with false kindness.

Well, I don't know if it was exactly because of Hua Pingting that the Dowager Empress saved Shen Zechuan, maybe that's part of the reason, the other part would be because she wants to take back Zhongbo legitimately through Shen Zechuan, who would control Zhongbo on her behalf in a submissive way. But why would she want that? I don't know 😃

Xiao Chiye had a humiliating failure in his first battle leading troops, poor thing lmfao

Lu Guangbai said, "His Majesty doesn't want to see me."

Both men were silent for a moment, knowing full well why.

AND WHAT IS THE REASON MY GOD YOU GIVE ME SO MUCH INFORMATION AND YOU DON'T GIVE JUST THE ONE I WANT MOST 😩😩😩

"Of course he doesn't have access to privileged information. There must be a reason why His Majesty is so insistent."

SO MY GOD, and Shen Zechuan is still defending Shen Wei for no reason at all since people already know that he has no information to give 😭

Shen Wei had tremendous military power and threw it all in the trash for no reason (supposedly).

And Xiao Chiye really kicked Shen Zechuan to kill, but it was also a kick that would depend on Shen Lanzhou's injuries and illness to make him die. If he really died, what would happen to Xiao Chiye? After all, he would have gone against the words of the Emperor and the Empress Dowager 👀

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

I saw your tags on a post about becoming the mc in one of your novels. Gothic, where the character is more monster than damsel and i am 👀

Would you be willing to talk about it? The story, the character, anything?

(for those of you who did not see my tags on the post anon is referencing, the post prompt was basically 'you are now the main character of your most recent WIP' and my tags were: #technically I think this would put me as the MC of my novel#in a gothic mansion that houses a monstrous lord said to steal people’s souls#in a village the inhabitants view as a cage#after faking my death to escape an abusive arranged marriage#discovering that I am more monster than damsel)

so i talked about it briefly when i ran this poll a while ago asking which one of these two novels you'd all like to see first. it is the one that won, the gothic found family: Of Beasts and Wretched Things (working title). feel free to click through to the poll if you want to see what the results were, what the other option was, and what people's initial reactions were!

Of Beasts and Wretched Things is an inverted 'Beauty and the Beast' coming of age story that wrestles with the monstrosities of girlhood and the inherent horror of self-creation.

When the Lord of Crosswell Estate plans to wed his niece to a brutish lord to save his wealth, she runs away and stumbles upon Illthern, a forgotten trading village under the control of the monstrous Theodoric Gaut, whom she deceives in order to gain his protection from her wrathful uncle; but when she finds herself face to face with Lord Gaut, who is not what the stories would have her believe, she must wrestle with the monstrosity of her own making before he discovers that his supposed long-lost relative is not what she claims to be.

(More under the cut bc wow I...got a bit carried away.)

working on this project has helped me work through some of the trauma i have around my own relationship to femininity and womanhood. the MC struggles with the legacy of abuse inflicted by her blood relatives and what it means to be the person they tried to make her into. the inherent fear of things labeled 'monster' and the consequential fear of being monstrous is a predominant theme, as well as questions of how many of the monsters are things we make ourselves.

what really drew me to the gothic genre was the emotional weight i wanted to give these characters and this world; so often in gothic works it is the characters' own emotional turmoil that drives the plot and shapes the setting, you are the ghost haunting the house even though you still draw breath, etc. even in this real world, there are these weights of what society things a woman should be, the pressures of girlhood especially during adolescence, and these weird half-mourning periods of killing the person you used to be. i think because i wanted these characters to be steeped in the emotions they have about their situations in life and themselves, i found myself drawn to gothic conventions just because it fit so well with what i wanted to explore

with regards to the characters themselves, and particularly the MC, i really wanted them to feel like they were driving the story. the MC has the brilliant and terrible certainty that I know at least I had when I was a teenager. Theodoric is very similar to most characters you'd expect to see in a gothic setting: ominous, more than a bit sinister or mysterious, yet I wanted it to feel like he was always hiding a bleeding heart just under his coat. did i mean to make him autistic? no, but when I was proofreading i was like whoa yeah this man has the spicy brain. i'm a sucker for monstrous things that treat others with tenderness first, what can i say. i don't want to talk too much about any other characters just yet, I don't want to spoil anything :)

WIP-wise, I'm in the midst of getting the manuscript ready to submit to agencies and publishing houses. it's funny, as i'm doing the research to see what that entails, the other story seems to be way easier to market. who knows, maybe i'll self publish OB&WT the way I did Tales from Thicketdown Forest and then go the traditional route for the other one. we'll find out, i guess.

i did sort of know this was going to get long but jfc i went way harder with my prose here than i thought i was going to. uh, hope this answers your question????

Tl:dr; gothic found family h/c, heavy on the comfort, with tender monsters and monstrous girls :)

[hotcat37]

I had a 20 hours shift and after I woke up I saw the notification of the new IKEA chapter ❤️. It made my day so much better ❤️❤️❤️❤️

The hurt-comfort chapter is something I needed❤️❤️❤️❤️

“He knows it's not an excuse but at the time Nace had acted out on instinct. For those few seconds kissing Jan felt right. Like the easiest thing he's ever done.”

“Tries to come up with a scenario that doesn't end in tears and a smack to the face.” Poor baby.

“Why did he kiss Jan? Because it felt good. Because Jan makes him feel safe. Because.....because he loves him. What he initially thought was just a crush has derailed into something else entirely. Crush doesn't even come close to describing his complex feelings for the guitarist.” It’s a bad circumstance but he finally realised what Jan means to him❤️

Love how Nace’s priority is Ollie. To keep him safe and loved. I’m also sad that he didn’t dare to consider the same treatment for himself, didn’t have the self-confidence to allow it for himself.

“How could he have been this blind? Did he just never see how manipulative she is or did he subconsciously know all along but refuse to acknowledge it? Most of all he's disappointed in himself for only seeing it once Ollie got unfairly involved. Now everything is blowing up right in his face and his dog is the one suffering most from it.”

“He just doesn't understand. Legitimately can't comprehend why Maja would treat an animal like this. Christ, how did he not see this coming? Nace thought that being hit by her is the worst thing she could do but what she's done to Ollie tonight is a hundred times worse in comparison.”

Accepting and realising that she is no longer a safe place for him BUT Jan is❤️❤️❤️

Kris is a hero for driving Jan to Nace’s place. Although I think Jan would have spent money on taxi to get Nace’s place as soon as possible.

Jan is being a sweetheart❤️❤️❤️ (can’t wait to see his inner thoughts of Nace’s call and the things happened after)(can Jan fix the controller? Does Nace wants it to get fixed?)

“Nace doesn't even realize that Jan is checking for bruises until he's blatantly asked” "Are you hurt?"” “Nace starts to cry, unable to help himself, giving up on wiping the tears away pretty quickly when they just keep on coming.”

Asking for what he wants/needs is such a huge thing.❤️❤️❤️❤️

“"C-can you wa....wait f-for me-?"” “Nace can't be with him until he's sorted out his own shit. It's only fair to Jan.” “Eventually, Jan promises: ".....of course. I'll wait forever if you want, Nace."”

Why do you have to end the chapter with “And for the second time that night, Nace thinks that just maybe, things will be okay.” Why can’t Nace have some peace? Also Maja still has the keyes to his place? Will Nace have a breakdown in front of Jan just to be surprised how much better and kinder Jan helps him to get through and recover from it?

Only 5 more chapters left 😭😭😭😭

AAAAH ANON THANK U SM FOR THE LONG MESSAGE!! I LOVE getting long comments eee 🥰🥰 Sorry for putting Nace, Ollie and you through it reader 😅 The most important but jarring thing about this chapter to me was really driving the point home that Nace would have likely and unfortunately still stayed with Maja if she hadn't neglected Ollie like that. Because he won't tolerate any abuse towards anyone that isn't him :( He definitely has a lot of reflection and healing to do before starting anything with Jan.

Also I'll probably add at least one more chapter because there'll only be like 4 chapters of Jance actually being together which isn't a lot so I'm planning on having some more happy content at the end to compensate for all the angst

Thanks so much for the message anon and just for you, I'll give some info about the next chapter (whenever it comes out lmao): the whole thing will be one big flashback that adds a lot of context to Nace's character in the fic 👀

[b-plot-butch]

Hiding by Florence + The Machine is such a Calliope and Dream song

Hi anon!! Florence + The Machine isn’t my usual type of music but your ask made me 👀👀👀 so I listened to the song and ohmygod. I hope you don’t mind if I write a breakdown of some of the lyrics? I…may have gotten a bit carried away. I’ll stick most of this under a read-more because there is simply Too Much.

I think you hide / When all the world’s asleep and tired / You cry a little

ALL RIGHT STRAIGHT OFF THE BAT WE’VE GOT SOME EMOTIONS HERE. I will say it a thousand times, it speaks volumes to me that though Dream is billions of years old and has had a number of lovers, Calliope is the only one he married. As we see in Brief Lives, Dream does sometimes break down. You know that panel of him sitting in his chair with his hand over his face? Yeah. Fuck. As his lover, as his wife, Calliope may have witnessed something like this or at least suspected it. I’m imagining a situation where Orpheus as a young child has an minor accident, and Calliope and Dream have to just. Stop. And cope with the knowledge of his mortality together.

I know that you’re hiding / I know there’s a part of you that I just cannot reach / You don’t have to let me in / Just know that I’m still here

Now this is GOOD SHIT. It goes both ways with these two!!! Dream would never know what it was like to experience the abuse Calliope survived, would never force her to tell him about it. Calliope would never understand the weight of what it means to contain the world’s collective unconscious, to have to be so rigid with yourself to the point of pain. But these lyrics speak to steadfastness. While we don’t see much indication (either comics or show) that they will be there for each other in the future, in the show we see the tenderness between them so clearly in Calliope pressing her cheek to Dream’s, Dream’s eyelids fluttering shut. It’s VERY easy to expand on that and explore in fic and headcanon that they would again forge a supportive relationship—bolstered by the character development Dream has had since their marriage—and work together to try to heal. I’ve written that myself!

I know you’ve tried / But something stops you every time

Hahahahahaha. Oh my god. I am hitting Dream with a stick.

And it’s your pride / That’s keeping us still so far apart / But if you give a little / So will I

HELLOOOOO. Okay, so I know the initial reaction is to probably apply this to Dream, which, yes, he is one proud motherfucker. But I think Calliope certainly has her own share of pride, although not to the extent of her ex-husband. (I’d say in her episode, we see more of the like, self-worth, I-know-what-I-deserve type of pride. Which is good!!! I adore that about her!!!) She did not want to yield over those thousands of years, either. And she will not beg. She will request—may I visit you in the Dream Realm sometime, so that we may finally talk about our son, and grieve him properly?—but she will not beg. But! If Dream gives a little!! So will she!!!

I know I seem shaky / These hands not fit for holding

THESE HANDS NOT FIT FOR HOLDING. JESUS CHRIST. This is, of course, a lyric that shouts and screams Dream at me. I am in pain. I’m thinking of the way he says, “I owe you that much.” The word owe stands out to me—I think it may indicate that he has become aware he did not always treat Calliope as she should be treated, and he feels he has to make up for that in some way. I’m thinking about how he says, “I’ve learnt much in recent times,” and how that suggests he may have been reevaluating his role in Orpheus’s fate. How he could have acted differently. And with that, I think it made him consider Calliope’s reproach in a new way. It doesn’t seem like too much of a stretch to me that Dream would feel like his hands are not fit for holding Calliope’s anymore.

ANYWAY. That was a whole lot of probably incoherent chatter and I hope at least you enjoyed reading it, anon. Anyone reading this, feel free to send me asks about songs that remind you of the characters or dynamics that I post about often. Although I have to say, if it’s a Taylor Swift song I probably won’t listen to it, sorry.

Thanks again for the ask, anon!!!