#because he WAS going to go w HIS friend but his ex girlfriend didn't have her passport and didn't want him going w/o her

[reginaofdoctorwho]

genuinely so much looking forward to having my college friend and my gay high school friends meet over summer when we go on a day trip to canada to drink. one of them already fucking hates him this is gonna be so fun

[anon-imuz]

Yandere Jotaro X ex girlfriend mother of Jolyne reader

okay okay sorry for making you wait so much anon 😔😔

Pairing: Yandere! Jotaro Kujo x Ex girlfriend! Jolyne's mother! Reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior, threatening

Type:Angst

Notes: I DONT SUPPORT any warning listed above, this is fiction. English isn't my first language so there might be some spelling mistakes. hope you enjoy :))

On your way back from home, it was rainy and foggy so you drove carefully, safely arriving to your home and running inside.

You weren't feeling particularly well today, maybe because of the bad weather, so you decided to take a nice hot shower, make yourself a warm dish and eat it in bed while watching some TV.

As you scrolled trough some series, you found one that you started but didn't finish. It was about a young girl having a hard childhood because her parents divorced when she was a child and she had little to no friends. It reminded you of your ex, Jotaro, and that's probably the reason you didn't want to finish it.

But since there was nothing else to watch, you decided to just continue it and stop thinking about that jerk. How evil of him, he left you and your baby girl alone, and when she comes over to give you a visit and tells you about her dad, you don't know how to react.

You continued to watch the series and eat your soup in a cozy warm pajamas, while also hearing the sounds of the rain. All of a sudden, all the lights go off. You get scared at first, but then place your soup down and get your slippers on, to go check outside what had happend.

You grab your umbrella and quickly open the door, then the umbrella, as you walk to the back of your house to check electrical panel.

You didn't feel safe and instantly wanted to get inside your house again but just kept going.

When you arrived to the panel, you opened it but you felt someone walking behind you. You thought it was just some stupid hallucination because your fever level was kind of high so you quickly start to work with the panel to check what was going on.

When you felt the last step super close to you, they stopped but you didn't even realize since you were too busy working with the panel. When you had everything set, you were about to turn around but then you saw a tall man standing behind you.

You couldn't see his face so you tilted your umbrella a bit higher only to then feel your heart stop. It was your ex.

You both stare at each other in silence, but he breaks it.

"Y/N." he calls your name, but you were just staring at him with your eyes wide,thinking of a good threat to make him go away.

"W-what the hell are you doing in my property?! Get out or I'll call the authorities right now!..." He interrupts you with a light laugh and a fake smile.

You think of something better.

"... A-and I'm also sick! Yeah! So if you don't want to get high fever, just- go away and leave me alone!" You said, hoping that he'd go away.

"Is there a better excuse you can think of?" He asks, as you watch him in fear while some droplets fall from his hat.

You had to defend yourself from him, so you just tried to hit him with your umbrella, but as soon ad it got close to his face, it snapped in a half.

"You're so cute. I didn't realize what I had lost when I left you... But well, now I'm here to get you back..." He says, pausing himself to put his cold hand on your hot cheek,

"…Jolyne will be so happy when she'll hear us say that her mom and dad got back together. Don't you think?" He asks you, but you don't answer, it felt like you were totally freezed and couldn't move.

"I promise we'll be happy together and I'll take good care of you," He pauses himself again, picking you up, placing your face very close to his.

"Just me and you. You'll regret all the years you've spent alone, here without me. We will together forever... after all, it's for our daughter, right? She deserves the best, so we'll give it to her." He says, with a malicious smile on his face.

[fairlyang]

El perdedor 🕷️

finding your ex at the club

w/c: 2.7K

pairing: ex!miguel x latina!reader

tags: rebound, dancing, a lil gay if you squint, shaking ass, jealousy, delulu ex, slowly folding

notes: i posted this shit back in june and when I was reposting everything I really didn’t wanna repost this one but I think there’s more latinas here entonces para ustedes mis amores <3 (only thing I changed from this was the pov bc it was so bad LMAO but it was my 4th fic of mig)

You roll your eyes at your new fling's friend after making a nasty joke of a girl who just walked past you. He takes notice and tells you to stop being so uptight. "Then stop being such a dick." You say and he snorts.

You roll your eyes and look away from him. Having to deal with this bullshit just for some mediocre dick with alright dirty talk? Probably one of my worst decisions to date.

Next to breaking up with Miguel.... But your ego will never let you admit that you miss him and his won't either, clearly since it's been two months. But you couldn't wait around to find out so you’ve been fooling around a bit. Nothing serious since you’re not in the right headspace for that and Daniel knows that. Just here for the drinks, alright sex, and decent conversations.

You’re in line to get into a club but as it's almost midnight it's the hot hour of everyone wanting to get wasted. "Why can't we go to another club? This line is so fucking long-" a girl from fling's friend group asks.

"This is the only one with incredible strippe-"

You groan and shake your head. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"It's none of your business actua-"

"You two didn't break up though, Y/n kinda has a point....." Daniel speaks up and he pretends to cry.

"Whah whah- so what? She thinks she can still be friends with her ex while being with me? Then I'll just have my own fun." He says with a smirk and you have the most disgusted look on your face ever.

The other girl does as well and just shakes her head. The lines finally starts moving and at a fast pace actually until it stops with the people in front of you showing the bouncers their ids. You get your out from your bra making the annoying asshole smirk. "Fuck off."

He holds up his hands in defense and Daniel moves to stand next to you. "Soon as we're in there he's gonna be out of our hands alright?" He whispers and you just nod.

The people in front of you finally show them and you step forward. You give it to the bouncer to the left and he looks at it and feels it for a few seconds before handing it back and nods. You move forward, putting it in your phone case, and wait for Daniel to get his checked and you step into the first set of doors. You both wait for the other two and you can instantly smell all the sweat and alcohol. Amazing.

They both finally join you and walk ahead of you, not caring you guys waited. You give Daniel a look and he shrugs. Asshole goes straight to where there are indeed strippers and home girl was nowhere to be seen. That was fast.

"So drinks?" Daniel asks and you nod following him to the main bar.

You walk through people just standing around by booths and table and other who are just making out. You make it to the bar and Daniel says something you can't hear because of the loud techno with pop music. The bartender takes out two shot glasses and fills them to the very top. Daniel picks them both up and gives you yours.

You raise it up and bring it to your mouth and swallow it fast. You gag a little and he laughs. "You fine with just one?"

"For now yeah I think." You say and put the glass back on the counter nodding to the bartender.

You turn back around and watch as Daniel is looking over at a booth almost near the entrance. How can he even see that far.....

You squint but know you have fucked up eye sight so you just stop. "Oh shit- wait here I think I just recognized someone-" he says and starts walking away.

You blink and call out after him, "you're leaving me like that??"

"I'll make it up to you." He turns to look at you then walks away making you roll your eyes. The audacity.

You let out a sigh and shake your head. Dickhead. You turn back to the bar and take a seat. "Another shot please and can you put it on my friend's tab?" You ask with a slight smirk.

He laughs and nods taking out a clean shot glass and once again filling it to the brim. You smile and grab it, then swallow it faster than the first. You don't gag too bad this time and put the glass down. Then your head snaps to the speakers within hearing one singular second of Gasolina by daddy yankee.

You make your way to the dance floor and move in towards the middle where there's a group of girls just dancing with each other. You smile and just dance next to them when one of them grabs your hand and dances with you. You laugh and move your hips to the beat while singing the lyrics with the other girls. All the girls are dancing with each other and taking turns with each other.

You ended up swapping places with another girl and she had the brightest smile while shaking her ass a bit on you. Which was fine because who doesn't like dancing and shaking ass with the girlies to this song?

Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo' motore'

Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo' motore'

Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo' motore'

Que se preparen que lo que viene es pa' que le den (duro)

The first girl you were with found you again and stands in front of you and grinds against you to the beat. You held her hips and she grabs your other hand to hold it. So cute.

You switch off with her, dancing on her then shaking a bit of ass on her, and she hypes you up, screaming and smacking it playfully. You turn around and start laughing which makes her do so as well. "Girl give me your number immediately!!" She screams and you nod as she passes me her phone.

"I love making new girlfriends cuando sale gasolina. Todas las hermosas salen y se tan divertido!" She screams and you nod. (I love making new girlfriends when gasolina plays. All the gorgeous girls come out and it's so much fun!)

"Rally up all the baddies with just one song." You scream back and she laughs.

"I'm Y/n by the way!"

"I'm Rosa! I gotta go but we should do this again!! You're an incredible dancing partner!" She exclaims and you grin.

"Anytime!!" You say and wave goodbye as she leaves.

You dance to the beat of the chorus of Perra by tokischa with the leftover girlies as you all scream the lyrics and one girl even got on all floors and crawled her way to her friend. You all screamed and you just burst out laughing until your stomach starts hurting and you have to stop to breathe.

Then you hear El Perdedor by Maluma start playing and you get excited because you love singing it.

Baby (¿Pa' qué me estás llamando?)

"Pa que me estás llamando???" You scream with the two other girls that were left from the little circle.

Dime si es verdad que él te trae loca

(Y ¿ahora es que te importa?) ¿Ah si?

You sing the lyrics but notice the girls already left so there's no more circle or a triangle and now you’re just surrounded by couples. Unfortunate.

Aún no lo creo, que en tan poco tiempo y ya besas otra boca

(De mala) ¿Qué?

You listen to the lyrics and widen your eyes. Seems a little too close to home....

Dime cuál fue mi error

Si mi único delito solo fue amarte

Hoy soy el perdedor (Bebé, no)

Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte

You feel a pit in your stomach suddenly unsure of what it is until you feel a person's presence standing behind you. Their hands grabs your hips bringing you closer to them and you widen your eyes.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando

They move your hair from the left side of your face and sing the lyrics to you. oh shit-

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Me parte el alma no volver a verte

"Al fin me toca verte...." He whispers directly in your ear leaving shivers down your spine and arms. (Finally I get to see you)

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

Sabes que no hay nadie como yo

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

No te engañes, no me olvidarás

"I know for you it isn't a lie... and have you told your new man you haven't forgotten about me?" He whispers as those lines play, leaving the lightest kisses below your ear. You pull away slightly pushing him off and turn to look at him.

Está claro que tú mereces alguien mejor

"And you're gonna tell me I deserve better than you?" You ask with a scoff staring right at Miguel O'hara's eyes making him smirk.

No sé en qué fallé, pero no hay otro como yo

Oye ma', dame otra oportunidad

Bien sabes no soy así, solo tú me haces rogar

Mirándome al espejo y peleando con mi ego

Si entre más me alejo, más te pienso

"There's no better than me sweetheart. But you really are the only one I'll ever beg for..." he says his hands slipping to your waist and bringing you as close to him as as possible.

"And I have been fighting my ego trying not to contact you...." he says and you can't believe he's just repeating the lyrics for you and them making complete sense to your situation.

Dime cuál fue mi error

Si mi único delito solo fue amarte

Hoy soy el perdedor

Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte

He whispers the lyrics softly to you then gets kind of annoyed at the last line making you snort.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Me parte el alma no volver a verte

"You have no fucking idea how badly the jealousy has been eating me alive..." he growls and you bite your lip.

"So did you tell him about me?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

Sabes que no hay nadie como yo

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

No te engañes, no me olvidarás

"Don't be st-stupid-" you say, not even able to keep a straight face or manage to keep the eye contact.

He scoffs and lifts your chin with two fingers to look up at him. Jesus.

Y si te da la gana de volver a verme

Estaré disponible para contestarte

Y yo sé que, por tu parte, no sientes rencores

Quizás mañana vuelvas pa' que te enamore (More')

"I'm actually not sure if you regret it.. but I know deep down you do." He says and you bite your tongue.

"Y envés de mañana," he whispers and moves his face to leave wet kisses on your neck, "tal ves quieres que te enamores de mi otra ves, ahorita mismo." (And instead of tomorrow, maybe you want to fall in love with me again, right now.)

Cuando tomábamos, lo hacíamos

Fumábamos, y reíamos

Éramos dos locos sin saber pa' dónde íbamos

Pero son cosas del destino

Al pasar el tiempo, tú cogiste tu camino

"E-estas loco- no ha- no hables tonterías." You say as your breathing is suddenly all over the place. (Y-you're crazy- don't ta- don't talk nonsense)

He comes up and nibbles on your ear, his hands dangerously near your ass while yours are on his chest. 

Está claro que tú mereces alguien mejor

No sé en qué fallé, pero no hay otro como yo

Dime cuál fue mi error

Si mi único delito solo fue amarte

"Pues porque te pones tan nerviosa?" He whispers and you sigh. (Then why are you getting so nervous)

You feel like you can't even move but you’re not going to admit shit- you can't break that fucking easily.

Hoy soy el perdedor

Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte

"Porque creo... que yo voy a ser el ganador. Ahora dime en donde está tu otro galán?" He pulls away and looks deep into your eyes. Fuck. (Because I think... that I'm going to be the winner. Now tell me where's your other hunk?)

"Just abandoned my ass- wait- MIGUEL- did you do something to him?!?" You mutter.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Me parte el alma no volver a verte

"I'll answer your question if you tell me you love me." He says with a smirk making you groan.

"Miguel I'm not doing this shit with you right now-" you say trying to wiggle out of his grasp fast which you successfully do now trying your best to leave the dance floor.

But he catches up to you, grabs your arm and brings you close to him. Your back against his chest, your ass on his crotch. You bite your lip and shake your head. "Por que apenas vienes a encontrarme?" You look up at him and ask. (Why are you barely coming to find me?)

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

Sabes que no hay nadie como yo

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Que por mí suspiras, que no, que no, que no

Yo', baby

(Solo fue amarte) Y te hablo claro

He shifts uncomfortably for a second and looks around. "I haven't even been in our universe since the break up love...."

You turn to face him and widen your eyes. "Did something happen?" I ask with a worried expression.

¿Sabes qué?

Él no te hace el amor

No te trata bien

Y que yo fui el primero en tu vida

"I'm not telling you any more. I-I just didn't want to put your life at risk- and well I still don't." He says but it doesn't stop your heart beat from calming down.

"Y-you- can we leave?" You ask and he quickly nods. You hold onto his arm while you try to move past the crowds of people and to the exit.

You walk past the booths by the entrance and Danny was actually there- taking shots off some girl's tits. You roll your eyes and make a mental note to block his ass on everything. "So you really didn't do shit to him...." you mutter and he scoffs.

"You actually thought I did?" He responds sarcastically.

"You're insufferable." You say shaking your head trying to hide your smile.

You walk out the doors and you sigh. He takes the lead in walking you a couple blocks before he pulls up to an alleyway and you furrow your brows. He then makes sure no one is near and pushed a button on his watch so his suit can appear onto his skin. "Really? Instead of an Uber?" You tease and he rolls his eyes.

"Es más fácil." He says and motioning for you to step forward. (It’s easier)

"Claro! Lo que digas codo." You say laughing and holding onto him. (Of course! Whatever you say cheap-stake)

"Jump."

You do so and he suddenly has your legs wrapped around his waist by the side. "You know the drill cariño."

You nod and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. He swings you out and we're high up in the city. All the lights made the city look even prettier especially from up here. Though you never got use to it, the first few times you threw up after. You laugh at the memory and lean your head against his shoulder. You hear him sigh and you do so as well. You’ve missed him.

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translations (lazy to drag em up)

Baby! (Why are you calling me?)

Tell me if it's true that he makes you crazy

(And what's important to you?)

I still can't believe that after such little time you're already kissing someone else

What the hell?

Tell me where I messed up

If my only error was loving you

Today I'm the loser

They've stolen my trick to make you fall in love

And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

I can't deny you, this jealousy is killing me

And tell it to his face that you still breathe for me

My heart is splitting in two and I won't ever see you again

and tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

You can already see there is no one like me

and tell it to his face that you still breathe for me

Don't trick yourself, you know you won't ever forget me

It's clear that you deserve someone better

I don't know where I messed up but there is no one like me

Listen babe, give me another opportunity you know I'm not like this...you're the only one who can make me beg like this

Looking at myself in the mirror and fighting with my ego the further I get from you the more I think of you

Tell me where I messed up

If my only error was loving you

Today I'm the loser

They've stolen my trick to make you fall in love

And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

I can't deny you, this jealousy is killing me

And tell it to his face that you still breathe for me

My heart is splitting in two and I won't ever see you again

And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

You can already see that there isn't anyone like me

and tell it to his face, that you still breathe for me

Don't trick yourself, you won't ever forget me

and if that makes you want to come back to me

I'll be waiting to answer you

I know that for your part you don't feel any resentment

Maybe tomorrow you'll be back to fall in love

When we used to drink we smashed, we filmed it, and we watched it

We were two crazy people not knowing where we were going

But that is talking about destiny

As time went on you chose your path

It's clear that you deserve someone better

I don't know where I messed up

But there isn't anyone like me

Tell me what my mistake was

If my only error was to love you

Today I'm the loser

They've stolen the trick to make you fall in love

And tell me that you love me even if it is a lie

I can't deny you, the jealous is killing me

and tell it to his face, that you're still breathing for me

My heart is splitting in to, I won't ever see you again

and tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

You can already see that there is no one like me

and tell it to his face that you're still breathing for me

Because of my breaths, you're not, you're not

And you know what?

He doesn't make love to you, he doesn't treat you right, and I was the first man in your life

[scarlet-fantasies]

Eren is your first love hcs

Description: Eren is aware that he's your first boyfriend, but he’s not aware of being your first love. Also what makes you love/what he has done for you.

::𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:: fluff

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𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡

𝐼𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛

𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 --> 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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© 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑡-𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑠 // 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙, 𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠. 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒. // 2021-𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡.

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What makes you love him/what being your first love consists of:

💚The way he admires your beauty and looks at you a lot.

💚Sometimes says thank you after a kiss as a tease

💚Was the first person to see your room. Would tease you just a bit if you had stuffed animals.

💚He'd smile, holding up the stuffed toy of a duck in his hands, "You still have stuffed animals?"

💚"Oh, there from when I was three, I should've put them away."

💚"No its fine, I think its cute that you have childhood memories in your room."

💚maybe need to make a post about rooms idk,

💚his room is a mess

💚Was the kind of guy that loved watching you from afar and admiring you before asking you out

💚He once told you during one of your first dates he said, “I saw you a couple times around campus but I couldn't stop but when I found out you started working here, I thought ‘I gotta meet that girl.’l

💚Of course, you probably didn't want to believe that because it just seemed like flattery but he worked up to what he said. I know it may seem kinda corny for him to say but he'd only say that to girl he means it too.

💚I mean if you think about it men will change their approach to a woman depending on their intentions. And that's basically what Eren did here. With his ex-girlfriends, he didn't say anything like that. What I will say is that if he was serious about a girl, he probably wouldn't realize it. He'd be the type to not notice his change in behavior. It would take his friends to point it out.

💚Loves to ask if he can kiss you in the beginning of a relationship.

💚Will keep the relationship private for your sake.

💚Finds a thrill in it, really tbh.

💚Plus, knowing your parents and his parents wouldn’t be involved, he likes that more.

💚He repays you w kisses when you do something for him.

💚If you weren’t sure if you two were bf and gf he’d find it kinda funny that you were confused.

💚“Did you just say boyfriend?” He’d ask.

💚“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that, it's just saying a “male friend” doesn’t make sense in our situation. And I’m not really sure what else to say–I mean what do you think?”

💚He stops and turns to you, “Y/n, I can’t make the decision of being your boyfriend.”

💚Your lips parted as you looked down shamefully and mumbled. “Oh--”

💚A grin appeared on his face, “But I can ask you. Do you want me to be your boyfriend?”

💚You nodded, “I’d like that.”

💚When you ask about something he doesn’t like doing, like a specific date or whatever. He doesn’t tell you instead he’s reluctant and tries to see how much this means to you.

💚If you try to play it off like it doesn’t matter, then he’s definitely going to say yes.

💚“Oh well, I was just offering the idea.”

💚“We’ll go.”

💚“Huh?”

💚“I said we’ll go, I can tell how much you really wanna do this.”

💚He’s always looking for you and surprises you a lot.

How he found out:

💚You were in Mikasa's room and spending time with her and you got into the subject of your boyfriends and so she started to share about her first love and then the question came to you.

💚“So Y/n what about you? Whose your first love?”

💚Considering she’d be only one witnessing how you felt and Eren wouldn’t be the one to hear you figured why not let your best friend know?Of course, you were unfortunate and as Eren walked by Mikasa’s room he heard what she had asked you.

💚And he was definitely interested because not even he knew this about you. Mostly because he knows you'd never tell him. So he couldn't help but get curious and listen. If there was thing Eren was known for, it was that he loved watching you/listening to you and knowing everything about you, especially your feelings, which you'd never share or secrets you wanted to hide. So he couldn't help but want to hear, I mean, you two weren't exactly quiet after all he could pretty much hear everything you two were saying.

💚“C’mon tell me, I want to know.“ She urged, wanting to know what you were hiding.

💚Eren was on the edge of his seat to know by this point, seeing how dear it was to you to keep it a secret from everyone, including your best friend.

💚Mustering up the courage you’d admit, “Eren, is my first love.”

💚“What?! You mean you’ve never liked another guy before him?” Mikasa would ask, completely shocked about you not having previous crush or anything.

💚“No, I haven’t.” You’d admit, shaking your head.

💚“Wait so, your boyfriend is your first everything? Like crush, first kiss, all of that?”

💚“Pretty much.”

💚Eren, of course, had become quite smug by what he had heard. and he was definitely going to ask you about it. Especially because you'd never admit this to him. Of course to ask you he had to find the timing of this. He wasn't going to bring it up in front of others because he knew that would make you feel uncomfortable.

Confronting you:

💚You were watching TV together, well, you were, Eren was just looking at you. At some point, he wanted to get your attention and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. This caused you to look at him, "What?" you asked, curious about what he was doing.

💚He'd shake his head before smiling, "It's nothing, I was just thinking of how nice you look."

💚You look back at the TV being at a loss of words as you blush. He'd chuckle at your shy action, "I guess I really am your first love then, huh?"

💚“What?” You’d say confused, not wanting to act suspicious since your conversation with Mikasa earlier has quite a similar topic. There’s no way he heard you both talking, right?

💚“Am I your first love?” He'd ask, looking at you to give him an answer.

💚“No.” You’d say as you avert your eyes and look back at the screen.

💚He’d smirk, “You’re such a liar~”.

💚“Ah!” You’d yelp as he push you down on the couch and started tickling you. “Eren! Hey, stop it!” You'd laugh trying to pry his hands away.

💚“Tell me who your first love is!” He’d shout, grinning with a wide smile, still tickling you while you squirmed.

💚“Tell me!” He’d insist

💚“No, I’m not telling you!—Stop, no more!” You’d answer stubbornly.

💚“Never!” He’d chuckle, his tickling getting so vigorous to the point of making you breathless.

💚Seconds felt so much longer and agonizing as he found new spots to tickle you, spots you didn’t even know you were ticklish there. This lasted for what seemed a while now and you wanted to get out of the tickles and giggling so much.

💚“Admit it! You need to admit if you want me to stop. Am I your first love!” He’d grin, trying to get you to cave.

💚Being out of breath you nodded your head “yes” frantically at this but that didn’t stop him from tickling you.

💚“You have to say it."

💚Seeing that this probably end you just gave up, “Okay yes! Yes, you are!” You’d admit finally with a blush on your cheeks.

💚“Gotcha.” He’d chuckle, finally letting go of tickling you to catch your breath.

💚“You’re not fair.” You rested your forearm over your face in shame as you didn’t want him to look at you.

💚He moved your arm away to give you a kiss. You could feel him smirking in this kiss. He pulled away to look at you, just as you were about to cover your face. But he caught you before you could, “Dang I didn’t think you’d actually tell me.”

💚“Shut up!” You’d pout, pushing him off you, “How long were you listening for?” You looked back at him, wondering when he decided to listen on your conversation with Mikasa.

💚“Hmm, the whole time, I couldn’t resist hearing everything you had to say, cutie.” He smirked, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into his lap.

💚Your eyes widen, “Everything, everything?” You asked, concerned, hoping he didn’t hear everything down to your fear of arguing and really liking him.

💚“Yeah your worries and how much you really like me, and you know basically how I’m you’re first love.”

💚You frown because you don't want him to know all this. “You weren't supposed to hear that.” You'd mumble, burying your face into his chest as he stroked your hair.

💚He’d glance at you before smiling, "What that you have the "hots" for me?" He'd laugh obnoxiously.

💚"Stop, that’s embarrassing.” You’d say annoyed.

💚"Never.” He’d joke, making you pull away to look at him with a frown on your face.

💚Seeing how you looked upset and annoyed he felt bad about it. But also thought you were really cute. “Awww, babe. I was just teasing I promise. I think you're really adorable.” He'd grin as his index finger tapped your nose.

💚At first you thought he was apologizing to you but really he just called you cute, to which you understood he was still playing with you.

💚“Eren—hey, you’re still teasing me!”

💚He’d laugh seeing you catch on as you crossed your arms, “you’re unfair.”

💚“Okay, look I promise I’ll keep it between us. ” He’d reassure pinky swearing with you.

💚“But still who would have thought.” He’d tease again, “you have such a huge crush on me!” Eren laughed seeing your reaction.

💚“Stop it, Eren!” You’d complain.

@bi-effing-simp @lucifugovs @xxghoulishspritexx @sp00ksic0la @keithandlevi-ontheroof @songbirdgardensworld

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[moonstruckme]

Steve x Wednesday!reader and the gang really didn’t expect Steve to end up w someone so different from all his exs but also low-key think she’s way out of his league??? Found your fics and your writing is sick 😋😋😋😋

Thanks for your request sweetheart! I haven't written wednesday!reader before so idk if this was too much? Or too little? Anyway, I hope you like it, mwah <3

Steve Harrington x Wednesday!reader ♡ 698 words

You hadn't been at all nervous to meet Steve's friends. Really, they probably should have been more nervous about meeting you.

You could be a bit off-putting at first, with your impassive stare and clipped, to-the-point manner of speaking. The few other girlfriends Steve had introduced to his friends had greeted them with smiles and nervous laughter, and Steve had caught Dustin and Mike whispering about just that when you'd gone to the bathroom.

Overall, though, Steve thinks this is going pretty well. Nancy had liked your giant combat boots, Eddie loved that you had the same taste in music, and when the kids found out how much you knew about mages and battle strategy, they'd grilled you for a solid twenty minutes before Steve had called them off, complaining that he was going to dream about their nerd jargon that night if they didn't shut up.

Now, Eddie and the boys are discussing the edition of their nerd game they'll be playing next week (how it even changes from week to week, Steve can never figure out), and you seem to be listening with mild interest when you turn towards him suddenly.

"I have to go home," you say, in your matter-of-fact way. "I left a potion on the stove, and its six hours are almost up."

Steve blinks at you. He should be used to this by now, but sometimes your hobbies still take him by surprise. "Alright," he says after a moment. "What's the potion for?"

Impossibly, your expression darkens. "Something ate my venus fly traps, and I intend to find out what."

Steve declines to ask what you plan to do when you do find them, or how whatever you're brewing will accomplish that. "Okay," he stands, looking for where he left his keys. "I'll drive."

"No, you can stay," you say, as if it makes no difference to you. "I want to cut through the woods to find some belladonna on my way."

He's not going to ask what you want with the poisonous berries, either. "You sure, honey?" You nod, and Steve sits back down. He knows better than to bother arguing with you once you've made up your mind. "Okay, be safe, alright? Text me when you're home."

He tilts his chin up, and you lean down to peck him on the lips, a brief, chaste thing compared to what you prefer behind closed doors.

"Bye, Y/N!" Eddie calls, and a chorus of goodbyes follow you out. As soon as the door closes behind you, every eye in the room turns on Steve.

"Steve, what the hell? She's so cool." Dustin says, sounding almost shocked.

"Yeah," Eddie chimes in. "Where the hell have you been hiding her, Harrington?"

Steve grins proudly. He known they liked you, but it doesn't hurt to hear it out loud. "Yeah?"

"Um, yeah," Max says. "She's hilarious."

Robin nods enthusiastically. "She is! She's so funny, and smart, too. Honestly, Steve, it's a good thing you're nice, because she's, like, way out of your league."

Steve blinks. Okay, ouch. This compliment session seems to be taking an unexpected turn. Up until today, no one was out of Steve Harrington's league. "You really think so?"

"Duh." Robin looks around for support, but only Dustin is nodding, everyone else having fallen unusually silent. "Oh, you guys are cowards. She's gorgeous."

"I know that," Steve says defensively.

"She does have better hair than you," Nancy says, somewhat apologetically, "and that's kind of your thing, so."

Steve blows out an exasperated breath, slouching back in his seat. He thinks you have better hair than him, but he didn't know everyone else would think that. And of course you're far too good for him, but aren't these supposed to be his friends? Any modicum of loyalty they'd had between them seems to have vanished.

"Whatever," Steve says. "You guys are just jealous."

Eddie sighs, his eyes sparkling with exaggerated infatuation. "I know I am. Don't let her get away from you, Harrington, or I might take her for myself."

Steve rolls his eyes. As if he'd be dumb enough to let that happen. He's happy to be your charity case forever.

[teddypickerry]

𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇-𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒.

pairings! nikki sixx x fem reader

word count! 2.4k

summary! in which the brutal ending of y/n & tommy’s relationship leaves an opening for nikki

a/n! i’m not in love w this BUTTT it’ll do the job. also guys??? i’ve read like every fucking nikki thing on this app pls help. need more!!!! but yeah idk this kinda sucks.

"how long after a breakup can you ask someone out?" was the words that made mick mars' typical poker face turn into something quite different. considering the man speaking them, nikki goddamn sixx, the king of sleaze, was questioning this. there was doubt in the guitarist's mind who nikki had in mind while thinking out loud. y/n y/l/n. otherwise known as, y/n, tommy lee's girlfriend.

the two sat around in mars' dressing room for their vegas show. which so luckily happened to be y/n's current residence. mick balanced his guitar on his lap and a bottle of something that was definitely not water against his leg. he preferred his alone time before the havoc of the shows. so when his bassist interrupted this sacred hour, he was incredibly dissatisfied. nikki dragged himself in the room as if he was in pain. there was a million thoughts behind his green eyes and a bottle of jack daniels in his right hand.

"bassist, just go fuck his girlfriend already." mick spoke out of pure annoyance to hint, with pure hope, that sixx would get the hell out of his dressing room. but of course, nikki lacked this cue and continued his pacing antics. "okay they broke up they're not even together, man. and," he stopped and pointed his free hand at mick who gave up on the silence and leaned back into the couch. "you, don't know shit. i could be talking about anyone."

"okay so tommy cheating on y/n and her finding out exactly six hours ago has nothing to do with this?" mick stated rather he questioned as nikki booped his head before taking a long swig of the whiskey. as if it serviced as his oxygen in that moment. "but on another note i mean i fucked his ex girlfriend-"

"fiance," mick corrected from the couch making nikki dramatically groan before continuing on with his story. "-i fucked my best friend's fiancé okay? and i tried to fuck his mom, right? and he didn't give two shits did he?"

"well he never found out about the whole cheating on him with you thing but-" mick added along making nikki's green eyes shift towards him with utter annoyance. "what i'm trying to say here is," his voice deepened and increased its volume. "this is nowhere near as bad as that, right? i mean asking his ex-girlfriend out on a real date. it's not like i'm trying to bone her. i mean i am, but not right away."

"well of course because you're a gentleman." mick humored with his own playful smile approaching his lips. nikki couldn't help but keep his eyes on the wiseman as he brought the bottle to his lips again. he could feel the lightness of the bottle as he brought it back down. he was gonna be plastered before he could even leave this dressing room.

mick mars wasn't one to typically give a shit about nikki's love life i mean, he liked KISS. but, mick did like y/n. he thought tommy was a fucking dumbass for cheating on her with a bunch of groupies. and he had watched nikki slowly begin to catch feelings for her. he beat the shit out of tommy anytime he did y/n wrong, and he actually found himself having talks with her whenever she joined them on the road or in the studio. mick could even catch the weird looks nikki would give tommy anytime he'd blow her a kiss or talk about fucking her. it may have been a fucked up version of love, but it was nikki's.

"look," mick started as he sat the bottle on the coffee table and looked at the young bassist. "i know you like her, you'd be a dumbass not to. you like her more than tommy ever could fucking dream of. so just fucking go for it. she might not be ready to date another dumbass right away but then you wait for her. because y/n, man, she's worth it. but i mean until she'd be ready just be there for her. she's upset, her boyfriend cheated on her with a bunch of hot chicks. go talk to her and make sure she's okay."

a smile suddenly appeared on nikki's face as he got lost in the vision of the woman. it was like he'd completely left the room in that moment and entered y/n's enticing daydream. it wasn't long before he made the actual journey to her hotel room, running out of the dressing room making mick scowl. "sixx! i didn't mean right now, we have a show- oh, forget it." he finished with a grumble as he brought his liquor to his lips and downed it. before exiting the room too and preparing for the show.

it wasn't hard to find the hotel considering it was just down from the venue. the same hotel the band was staying in, just a few floors to separate them. it wasn't shocking that y/n was in the same hotel considering she only ended things with the drummer six hours earlier. getting her own room almost immediately after. nikki still hadn't seen the girl since the brutal ending to the relationship between his two friends. she had locked herself away in her hotel room and he had been stuck in with tommy's dumbass all day in rehearsals.

y/n's room number was a haze in the bassist's memory. partly due to the intoxication of his mind and partly because he had already forgotten what the bellhop told him just moments ago. when he lied and said he was mr. y/l/n and had forgotten his room number. he had to bring out his theatrics when the young bellhop told him he couldn't simply give out a resident's room number. nikki pulled the "i'm pretty sure my wife is sucking some other guys dick in there right now, so can you just please tell me my goddamn room number so i can serve that cheating bastard!"

the long haired rocker found himself at his wife and his shared room. he knocked with his fist as the other awkwardly stood by his side. he'd no idea what he was going to say to her or do with her. i mean, he had a good idea of what he wanted to do but he obviously wouldn't be executing that on her... not at this moment at least.

the opening of the door made his breath nearly hitch. the girl stood there wrapped in the hotel branded robe with dampened hair. her face was tinted red and puffy as if she'd been crying all afternoon. it was fair considering the afternoon that she did have. but it still made nikki want to rip the door off it's hinges.

"sixx," she called out softly as she presented him a slight smile as if it was the best she had. he mirrored her expression, a sad smile taking over his face at the sight of the defeated girl. the drummer and y/n had only dated a few months at this point, but they'd been more serious than nikki'd ever seen tommy. tommy's a hopeless romantic with a fucked up view of it. but he's still a romantic guy, he's a guy who loves. and y/n was easy to love.

the fame and fortune finally got to tommy and he did what he did best — he fucked every moving thing in his sight. he was full of guilt, not that that helped in the slightest. and after a month of cheating on the girl with several packs of groupies he finally came clean. expressing that he wanted to stop and be with her and her only. y/n however didn't see eye to eye here... and screamed the living shit out of tommy. rightfully so.

"what are you doing here...?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows as nikki shrugged and glanced around her hotel room. noticing the television humming in the background, an episode of fantasy island playing. her hotel room lacked the size that his did but the view was insane. "wanted to see how you're doing. can i come in?"

she nodded and stepped out of the way so nikki could enter the room. shutting the door behind him the bassist made his way towards the bed. he was in his concert getup, the ripped mötley tank top that showed off his severe amount of tattoos and tan that could go on for days. vegas was a heat festival and it was a causality to wear his classic leather pants. "sorry, 'm not thinking straight." y/n muttered as she followed him into the room and crossed her arms. he turned towards her as she stopped in her tracks. the two nearly slamming into one another.

"it's fine, you know. just... fuck tommy, man." nikki shrugged out as y/n let out a chuckle. her first genuine smile of the day. nikki couldn't help but smile at the sound that rolled off her tongue. the girl bit her lip before sitting down at the end of her bed. the bassist leaned against the dresser his arms crossing in the process. nikki seemed to tower over the sat girl in this moment. something he noticed almost immediately. "you're something else, sixx."

"no, i mean it. what he did- jesus," he sighed at the girl as her smile faltered. "just fuck him. he finally got something good and he let that go. that's on him. he's a dumbass."

"yeah, yeah he is." y/n mumbled as she leaned back onto her elbows, her robe riding up ever so slightly. nikki couldn't help but look at the exposed skin — immediately regretting it once he remembered it was his friend's ex-girlfriend. an awesome girl who was upset and lonely. typically he'd take this as a chance to do her but this was different. this is the girl he's known for a few months now. the girl who he saw on a daily basis, who understood his jokes, who genuinely cared if he drank too much, who wouldn't shame him for his actions — rather express concern. she gave a shit about him and looked good doing it.

"i don't know how he just expected me to get over it like that." she muttered out as she fell on her back and her hands covered her eyes. nikki stood for a moment before taking a seat beside her, leaning down towards her. y/n removed her hands from her eyes as the two were warningly close. "everyone told me to not get involved with a rockstar. all my friends told me it was a bad idea, tommy has a reputation. i always told them they were mad and i believed it too. i fooled myself even. i just..." she trailed off as she turned to face the boy even more. "i can't believe he would do this."

"maybe you just got involved with the wrong rockstar," nikki mumbled quietly. so quiet y/n could hardly pick up but she in fact did. words that stuck in her mind as her eyes got lost in his. she'd never seen nikki tense up so quickly, like he just said something he shouldn't have. nikki wasn't one to say something and feel bad about it, or take it back. he was a man of his word and he meant every single one.

"look i don't want to rush you into anything, i know you're upset right now. i know my timing is off but god, since i met you i haven't been able to stop thinking about you. i can't stop thinking about how if i would have seen you first at that party instead of tommy. i just..." his voice trailed off as he let out a dry chuckle. "i don't know what i'm doing right now. i know this is a fucked up thing to do to tommy but quite frankly i don't fucking care. because you're the girl of my dreams and as fucking annoying as that phrase is- i mean it. i've never felt something so rock 'n' roll for someone, man."

the silence was inevitable for a moment as y/n's face became unreadable. nikki pressured his own smile to break it, "you don't have to say anything or whatever. i mean you probably don't even give two shits about me-"

sixx was shut up by the feeling of her lips pressed to his. a feeling he'd thought off far too many times but never quite yet experienced it. all his daydreams couldn't even amount to the warmth and harmony between the two pairs of lips. he'd kissed women before, obviously, but never with such love behind it.

y/n's hand came up behind his neck as she pulled him down onto her, him obliging perfectly. his legs came other side of her own as he could feel the thin fabric of the robe below him. one hand held her face while the other wrapped the two together. their lips moved in perfect harmony until they finally pulled apart for a breath of oxygen. but y/n tasted much better to nikki.

"i like you, nikki. i like you a lot. i like just about everything about you... but you're right, i'm not ready for anything serious yet." y/n told him as he nodded and offered her an understanding smile. "when i am-"

"-i'll be right here." nikki finished off her sentence as she shined a bright smile at the bassist who was practically straddling her. "until then, friends?"

"who share spit?" nikki questioned softly as he lips pressed to her jawline and lowered to her neck. the young woman couldn't help but giggle at the sensation and the feeling of the man. "mhm," she mumbled into his hair. "what are we gonna tell tommy?"

"i really don't give a shit about him right now and neither should you. but... i guess we'll cross that bridge when we, how the fuck does that go? i don't know but i guess we'll just avoid him at the show tonight." he shrugged to the woman before a thought crossed her mind. "wait... nikki. the show-"

"fuck!" he practically screamed before hopping off the bed and onto the floor where he nearly fell. "i gotta be on stage in like ten minutes and fuck, i'm gonna have to run." he grumbled for a moment before turning towards y/n. "after party. come. please, i want you there."

"you got it, friend. now run, forrest, run!"

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Too Beautiful.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x plus sized reader

Requested: yes

Summary: it was hard being Elvis's girlfriend especially when all his exes were gorgeous and you're you. So you want to be just as beautiful and skinny you start eating less. Elvis takes notice and shows you just how beautiful he thinks you are.

Warning: eating disorder, insecurities, comparing, mentions of sex, and dirty talk.

A/n: I want to make something clear. You're all beautiful every one of y'all, and what true beauty is what's in your soul and heart. I'm sorry dear anon for the wait

You glare and frowned into the wall mirror pinching and prodding at your body, at your stomach. you can't help but think why you did have to have more of a stomach and bigger thighs, you didn't even know why Elvis was with you, he usually dated skinny girls like his ex-wife Priscilla and his old girlfriend Dixie. It was hard to not be jealous of Priscilla she was so beautiful and was Elvis's first true love, yeah she was your best friend but she had his child and she didn't need the lights off to feel like having sex.

'I need to make breakfast' you sighed and walked out the bathroom to wake up your beloved king.

You gently shake Elvis awake. He woke with a sleepy smile that caused your heart to skip a beat "Morin' beautiful." Unable to fight the smile that only he can make come, no matter the situation "Let's go down and I'll make you breakfast" you informed him and smooth out your dress, cheeks hot for the small 'yay' and 'I love yar cookin '.

"oh hush," you giggled "Now get dressed you horn dog" you gently slap the hand tailing up the skirt of your dress and send one playful look over your shoulder at Elvis as you head down the stairs.

The smell of the bacon and eggs waters your mouth but also makes you feel sick, at thought of eating this and getting bigger, you wanted to be skinny like Cilla. Maybe eating a smaller portion won't hurt.

"Smells amazin'." Elvis hums pleasingly "should make ya my wife" he smirks and his famous bedroom eyes stare at you and you barely held the schoolgirl-like giggle at his comment, You yelp when you felt Elvis smack your ass on his way to the dining table, with his glass of coke.

You finished cooking your and Elvis's breakfast and you headed into the dining room with plates both in your hand, Elvis sat in the first chair at the end of the table legs spread looking like a king in his castle. Elvis kissed your shoulder gently when you place his plate and smiled at you as you sat beside him with your plate "Let's eat." you announced and with that Elvis digs in without hesitation, happy hums, moans, and praise leaves him as he shakes his head in disbelief how good you're cooking was.

"it's so good-" Elvis open his once-closed eyes and paused as he noticed the portion of your plate "Darlin'? That's quite little. Don't ya think?" He pointed his fork at your plate as he talks, looking into your eyes "well I just don't feel good." you lied straight through your teeth and that was what you told him every day since. Elvis was getting tired over it.

He decided this was enough. "Baby..can I talk to ya?" he leaned against the bedroom door looking at you with determined eyes, he gonna make you talk because what Elvis wants, he gets. "Sure," you replied a shake in your voice, you knew you weren't winning this because of the look on his face.

"Why did you start eating less? It ain't good for ya" Elvis sat down on the bed while you fold his and your recently dried clean clothes. "W-well you see.." you trailed off trying to think of a lie. fuck you are never really good that coming up with a good explanation lie on the spot. Elvis gave you a knowing look "Don' you lie to daddy. You know what happens if ya do." He warned.

You flushed as suddenly the heat filled your body at his words and the memories of the punishments he would give you. you let out a defeated sigh "I'm just big! You date mostly such beautiful gorgeous skinny model women and I'm not that! Do you just pity me..?" your voice started strong but that didn't last long, during your rant, you throw the shirt that was in your hand and walking into the bathroom with Elvis hot on your tail.

"Baby.." Elvis watched you look into the mirror with disappointed eyes at what you see, he shakes his head if there's one thing he can't stand anyone-even you-think anything bad about his girl. He silently walks behind you and wrapped his arms around your pump stomach "Now, I won't have is ya saying that stuff, baby. I fell in love with your soul, your heart, and your personality, your body is a bonus. You have those wonderful hips!" He grabbed your hips to emphasize his point." these luscious hips that I can grip perfectly as I fuck you over the edge of the bed," 'fuck' you thought as you tried to hold a moan as Elvis sucked on your neck, his eyes still on you. "and these sexy breasts!" Elvis exclaimed running his hands to hold the mountains of flesh "Best damn pillows I ever had" you giggled as he places kisses on your neck and shoulder "oh and this tummy, perfect for bearin' my children" Elvis stops squeezing your breasts. "I love you because you're you, I love you no matter what anybody says. Do you understand?" Elvis asked, his eyes a sharp blue and a serious tone to his voice. "Yes," you answered confidently "Now why don't I show ya?" Elvis smirk.

'Oh boy,' you smiled as Elvis dragged you to bed.

Taglist: @galaxygirl453 @godlypresley @flwersgarden @lovincherries @babyxshy @dre6ming

[judebelle]

antoine griezmann angst plz

he only loves me - a.g. x reader

a/n : this req wasn't rlly too specific, but i tried my best to come up w a plot!

cw : swearing, angst, crying, yelling, argument, antoine being an asshole, manipulation, lies, etc

pairing : antoine griezmann x fem!reader

wc : 1.1k

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"so you can go fuck around with your friends but you can't even bother to text me and let me know if you're okay?"

you were standing across from your boyfriend of three years in his large house, arms crossed over your chest. antoine had been avoiding and ignoring you for some weeks now, prioritizing other things over your relationship. you had asked if he could stay and keep you company since you had a bad headache and stomachache and didn't want to be home alone in the house.

whenever antoine wasn't feeling well, you would always stay with him. you would cook him food, keep him comfortable, and make sure he was well rested. you needed to rest, but you were worried about antoine since he had not told you when he was coming home from practice and was four hours late which affected your fatigue.

instead of resting and keeping well, you had spent the last few hours sitting on the large and empty couch across from the front door waiting for your boyfriend with a shaking leg and twiddling thumbs.

"oh i'm sorry! i didn't know i had to inform you of my every move!" antoine rolled his eyes at you and slid off his shoes and tossed his practice bag onto the floor.

"pick up your shit, i'm not gonna do it for you." you were getting annoyed now. antoine knew that you weren't well and was still acting like a child - throwing his bags and rolling his eyes. "it's fine i'll do it later." "no you won't!" you shouted loudly, your voice echoing in antoine's large property. "you never do shit! you're all talk!"

"should i remind you that i am the one paying the bills? it's my house, i can do whatever the fuck i please to in it!"

you ignored antoine's rude comment when your curiosity got the best of you. "what were you doing out so late anyway? why couldn't you pick up your phone and tell me that you were going to be late?" your voice was accusing, and you were unfortunately implying something that you wished you wouldn't have to.

"i was out with my boys. you know that i never get to see them anymore, training isn't enough!" "where were you and your boys?" your eyes were squinted and your hands were rested upon your hips.

"we were at the clu- why am i telling you this? i don't need to prove anything to you!" antoine shouted sharply. "yes you do because i am your fucking girlfriend!" antoine gulped at your words. your voice might as well have been gone from how long and loudly you had been screaming for. your head was pounding harder than before and your ears were ringing.

"three years! three years we have been together and we have never had a problem like this. why so sudden? did i do something? did i say something? is anything bothering you?!" you were really desperate to know why he was suddenly so cold towards you.

"i was out with sylvie."

you weren't expecting that. you weren't expecting that at all. antoine wasn't the type of man to lie to your face like that. especially about staying out late with his ex girlfriend. you were so focused on the fact that he lied to you that it didn't click that he was out with his ex.

"why..?"

"she just um.. she wanted to see me, and i wanted to see her too."

"why?"

"we haven't seen each other for a while. you know that we were very close friends before we had a relationship. she had texted me saying that she missed me and wanted to hang out- no strings."

"why?"

"baby please say something else."

you didn't know what to feel. you couldn't even look at him, your shame and anger making your face turn hot. your eyes were focused on the floor, mind and heart running a marathon, but your body frozen still.

"antoine."

once you regained your composure, you were ready to confront him. you weren't going to let him see you break.

"what did you two do..? and don't- don't fucking lie to me because that seems to be a new habit of yours."

your head finally raised and your eyes locked with his. your finger was pointing at him accusingly. his eyes were looking down and his pink lips were held in a pout.

"y/n please don't get mad-"

"what the fuck did you two do?"

'i kissed her."

it was like the air got knocked out of your lungs. your eyebrows shot up and mouth opened to speak, but nothing but short breaths and gasps arose as your hands fell to your sides. your vision became blurry despite your original plan to not cry, but how could you not? your boyfriend of three years went running back to his ex because he "missed her" and then proceeded to cheat on you.

"okay." your cheeks were now wet with tears, but you wouldn't have noticed if they didn't fall onto your lips since your face felt numb.

"what.. what- what do you mean 'okay'? what- where are you going? y/n! look at me when i'm talking to you, dammit!" you had turned on your heel and stormed to the bedroom, not even giving a second thought as to what you were about to do. you threw open the closet and grabbed a bag, packing clothes and makeup disorderly. you were being so aggressive that antoine was scared to even go near you.

"y/n stop being irrational i can explain!"

you had enough clothes packed to last you a while before grabbing your wallet, charger, toothbrush, and makeup bag as you sniffled, hardly seeing what you were grabbing since your eyes were filled with tears. you felt so incredibly stupid. you actually believed that antoine was out with his friends for hours. you actually believed that he loved you and wouldn't lie and cheat on you after three years of your relationship.

"y/n can you just- fuck!"

antoine cursed loudly before grabbing harshly onto your arms as he pulled you away from your bag that you were throwing thigs in haphazardly.

"don't fucking- antoine let go!"

"let me explain. please. please listen it was all a mistake. i only love you i promise."

"antoine don't-"

"please understand y/n. you're all i have. i love you so much. i've always loved you. i didn't mean to kiss her. you're the only one for me. that was all a mistake - with her. it was just the heat of the moment! i would never hurt you like that - you know it! i mean it with all my heart, cherie. i only love you."

lies and deception spewed from his lips which he connected with yours, working his untruths into your mouth like water, which you drank compliantly.

he only loves me.

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New Girl

Chapter 2

Y/n had been living with the guys for about a month and getting to know them when they invited her as a plus one to their friends’ wedding. Niall and Louis had been adamant that she join them because Harry’s exe would be there.

“I just don’t understand why you lot need me to go. Can’t you just keep him away from her on your own?”

She had told Niall in the kitchen that morning that she didn’t want to go to a stranger’s wedding.

“You don’t get it. She will toy with him and flirt until she knows she can have him. The only way to deter her is to make her think he’s moved on,” Louis spoke before Niall could.

Y/n was stunned because that was the most he’d said to her so far. To be honest she wouldn’t mind pretending to be Harry’s girlfriend because he was really cute and charming but she didn’t feel like they knew each other well enough to pull this kind of thing off.

“Okay. Fine. But you’ll all owe me big time.”

That’s how she ended up here. Dressed in a dress so tight it hurt and heels that were wildly uncomfortable but it was all she could find on such short notice, and sat so close to Harry she could feel him breathe. She had her arm wrapped around his neck with a hand laced in his hair while she whispered non-sense into his ear.

“What are you doing?” He asked, as she didn’t warn him before she latched on for dear life.

“She’s looking. I’m trying to sell it.” She brought her other hand up to his cheek and began to stroke. “What happened with you two anyway? You act scared of her but helplessly in love at the same time.”

She knew it was technically none of her business but he was (more so Niall and Louis) making her do this so she wanted to know why it was so important he had ‘moved on’.

He turned to look at her. Their eyes locked and she felt her whole body react. He had the prettiest eyes she'd ever seen. He opened his mouth like he was going to respond but a female voice filled their ears before he could begin.

"Harry? Who's this?"

Y/n, getting a look at her up close, did not think this woman was on his level. She was pretty sure, just not as stunning as him.

Harry turned to look at her but kept his head close to Y/n and, shocking the hell out of her, reached up to grasp her hand that was hanging off his shoulder in his own, interlocking their fingers.

"Hello, Olivia, it's nice to see you too."

Olivia just stood straight and glared down at them.

"Well, who is she? You moved on fast yeah?" Her tone was biting.

"I'm Y/n, Harry's girlfriend," she said.

He squeezed her hand as if to thank her for inserting herself.

"I don't think eight months is particularly fast. We only just now made it official," he said.

Harry's voice was calm and collected. In fact, Y/n couldn't understand from this interaction alone what Niall and Louis were so worried about.

"I'm just surprised is all."

Olivia sized her up, gaze unmoving from her face and her arm that was enveloping Harry's neck.

"It's really nice to meet you," Y/n said, sticking her other arm out to shake Olivia's hand. She wanted to act like she wasn't bothered by the woman's rudeness.

"Yeah," Olivia said, looking at her hand then back up at her face. She turned her attention to Harry once more, "I'll see you around. Maybe we can talk at the reception? There's some stuff we should go over."

She didn't let him answer, she just turned abruptly and walked away.

"She's lovely," Y/n said, sarcasm drenching her words.

Harry laughed a deep guttural laugh and she wished she could be the cause of a laugh like that over and over again.

"Yeah, I guess she's hard to swallow. I promise she wasn't always like that."

Before Y/n could say anything else the bridal music started to play and everyone started to stand up. When her and Harry rose, her arm fell from around him and she instantly missed the contact. However, a soft gasp left her when she felt his hand find hers and intertwine their fingers once more.

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Harry understood why Niall and Louis were worried but he honestly hadn’t thought about Olivia once since Y/n moved in.

He tried not to think about Y/n so much because they could never be together, it would ruin everything and she needed a place to live. He’d hate to ruin her life more than that Braden guy did. But she was everything. So effortlessly pretty and smart and funny. He’d come home from a shift at the bar he owns and she’d just be on the couch laughing at a sitcom he’s sure she’s seen a million times. And then upon noticing his presence, her whole face would light up and she’d ask if he had a good day and tell him she’d made him a plate of food and it was in the kitchen.

So yeah, the last thing he wanted to do was talk to Olivia when he could be dancing with the most beautiful woman he’d ever met and pretending just for the night they were madly in love. However, he knew if he didn’t talk to her, she would make their evening miserable. So he reluctantly excused himself from the table he and his friends had sat down at half an hour ago and made his way across the room.

“Okay, Olivia, what do you want to talk about?” He pulled the empty chair out and took a seat next to her.

“I can’t believe you brought a date when you knew I would be here,” she scoffed, “It’s like I meant nothing to you.”

Harry took a deep breath. This was the thing with Olivia. When they first started dating, everything was great, but then she started making drama out of nothing and eventually she ended it.

“Olivia, I’m not the one who ended it remember? And might I remind you, you were always the one playing games with me. You would lie and then claim I was being dramatic when I said you hurt me.”

“I just didn’t think you would move on so soon. We were together for two years.” Her tone was harsh but he also sensed a bit of sadness there.

“You don’t want me, though. You just want me to want you and that’s not healthy. I did want you, for two years and you decided that wasn’t enough. Now I’ve found someone else and you hate it and I’m sorry if brining her was uncomfortable for you, but she’s important to me and I wanted to share this experience with her.”

Olivia didn’t respond. She just stared at him with a shocked expression.

After a minute or so of uncomfortable silence he decided she was done with the conversation.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get back to my friends.”

He stood up and walked away from her for the last time.

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Y/n didn't like that Harry was still talking to Olivia. She felt protective in a way, and it was her job tonight to keep them apart, but she also felt something else stirring in her chest, something unidentifiable.

"You guys don't think I should go intervene?" She asked Niall and Louis, who were both eyeing the dance floor curiously and sipping champagne.

"No, he's a good lad honestly. He knows she would come to him if he didn't deal with it. It's better this way too, it means he's more likely telling her off than falling under her spell," said Louis, his eyes flitting over the scene a few tables away.

And as if on cue, Harry stood up right as Y/n's gaze fell back to him. He made his way back to the table and stopped right in front of her.

"Can I have this dance?"

He outstretched his hand to her and she grasped it in hers. He lead her to the dance floor and began to sway them to the music.

"How did it go? What did you talk about?" She couldn't resist asking, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"I just told her the truth. That I did love her once and it wasn't enough for her. That she wants me to want her and that's not fair. And then of course I told her that I'm happy now and she needs to try to move on too." He looked in her eyes, unwavering, as he spoke.

"Well, good." She brought her arms up to wrap around his neck, feeling like this might be her only opportunity to get this close to him. "She needs to know she doesn't get to have a monopoly on you."

His hands, having fallen from hers in her position change, came to wrap around her waist. Surprising her more, his forehead fell to hers and he pulled her in closer.

The rest of the evening was spent with her slow dancing with Harry, snacking on refreshments and surprisingly doing the Macarena with Niall and Louis, who both had far too many drinks.

Later that night, after she had showered and changed into PJs she ran into Harry in the kitchen.

He stood with his back to the entrance way, his head peering into a cabinet.

"What are you looking for?" She inquired on her way to the fridge. She pulled out her Brita filter that the guys had mocked her for being "very american" and poured herself a glass.

"I didn't get any cake at the wedding and I'm feeling a sweet tooth creeping up on me," he turned around as he spoke, "But I think Niall finished off my hidden stash of Oreos."

Closing the cabinet defeated, he came to stand across the island from her. A smile slowly creeping up her face.

"That might have actually been me. I'm sorry. But," she paused to open her secret hiding place in the kitchen, "I have these." She pulled out two Kinder Bueno bars and his eyes lit up.

"You're a lifesaver."

He took one from her and they both made their way out of the kitchen to their respective bedrooms. Just as her hand circled around her door, he spoke again.

"Thank you, for tonight. I had a really good time."

"Me too," she said.

He smiled at her and walked away.

When she laid down to go to sleep, his face invaded her mind and she knew she was in big trouble.

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What A Shame

07: Sad Beautiful Tragic

Driver! Charles Leclerc x Singer! OC (Juliette Morelli)

Exes to Lovers, Forced Proximity, Childhood Sweathearts

Summary: they realize their feelings, but the hard part is admitting them

Words: 2.1k

warnings: fluff, angst?? lot of tears, Mattia (he needs a warning, yeah), flashbacks are on italics

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How, in less than an hour, I found the words I wanted to say? I only needed to hear her sing, I only needed to hear her sing the song she wanted to be played at our hypothetical wedding.

"I just heard the most beautiful wedding song ever" she said while she threw herself on my bed, looking up at the ceiling with a big smile on her lips.

"Oh? Surprise me" I chuckled looking how she grabbed her phone.

The song started to play and I just had to look at her waiting for her voice. I know that she loves a song she heard recently when she already memorized it in less than a few hours. 

"It's beautiful" I nodded while hearing it.

"Imagine it at our wedding" she gasped sitting on the bed.

We always knew both of us were going to get married. Our families knew it the first time we met at school, how we played to be a couple, how we made weddings in our backyards. We were soulmates, and soulmates shouldn't be separated.

"I'm already picturing it" I smiled looking at her. "And that's a yes. Is definitely added  to the bucket list"

I know I love her. I always had. All those years without her were so hard. I only needed three months to know that I made a big mistake, listening and doing what Ferrari said. 

"If you want to become a champion you should focus on the team and only the team" Mattia frowned looking at me. "What you did during the lockdown, playing on the internet, was a bad distraction"

"And what did you want me to do! I couldn't get out of my house, for god's sake!" I exclaimed. 

"Well, train more! Focus more! Because it's obvious that playing games won't make you a world champion" he said mad, placing both of his hands on the table in front of me. "Focus on Ferrari"

"I have a life, Mattia" I frowned. "I have a family, I have a girlfriend. I have friends!"

"Well, then maybe you shouldn't have a girlfriend" he said.

"What?! Are you crazy?" I exclaimed, getting up off the chair. This is getting out of hand.

"Break up with her. She's distracting you" he said. "If you want the seat next season, break up with her. Or else you won't be here anymore"

Threats. Everything was a threat. If I did something they didn't approve of, they gave me an ultimatum. I was their golden boy, they put a lot of money for me. 

They were my childhood dream.

And I did what they told me to do. I did everything. I was their puppet, someone they could use to have more attention, more sponsors, more fans. They used me to be back on top of everyone. 

"Charles" Carlos called me, making me focus back on the wedding. 

It's already finished. Everyone was standing up and clapping, watching how the newlyweds kissed.

I missed all the wedding just because I was locked in my mind. Shit.

"You have to sign the papers" he whispered to me and I just smiled weakly at him, walking towards Pierre and sighing. 

"You were distant during the ceremony" he whispered, handing me the pen. "Are you okay, mate?"

Just as I was going to answer, Juliette started playing the piano again. She started to sing again. 

"I'll talk to her" I whisper, signing the paper and looking at him. "I'll tell her the truth, even if that makes her hate me more"

Pierre just smiled and hugged me, patting my back and holding me tight. He knows I need all the support I can get. He knows how much this means to me.

"I'm sorry I spaced out all the ceremony" I sighed. 

"I'm not mad" he smiled. "She was looking at you"

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The moment I waited the most all year. Summer trip. I always went somewhere with my family, they promised me this year we will go to Italy.

"Mommy, how long until we arrive?" I asked, hugging the plush cat. "I want to show Cha the new plushie I bought for his little brother!"

"Soon, honey" she smiled looking back at me. 

Summer trips with the Leclerc family were always funny. Since we were neighbors we planned the summer trips together, just because Charles and I never wanted to be away from the other.

Italy was beautiful, we both had so much fun. The backyard of the villa our families rented was so big that we could run free around.

"Cha!" I exclaimed, jumping out of the car, watching my best friend running towards me.

"Juls!" he smiled, hugging me. "I missed you, wifey!"

"I missed you too" I smiled, kissing his cheek.

"Wait, wait, since when are you two married?" his older brother and his friend Jules us, making him hug me tighter.

"We did it on the last day of school" Charles said proudly. "So none of you two would take her away from me! She's mine!"

"Okay, okay" Lorenzo laughed. "you better keep it that way, you don't want to make Juliette sad, right?"

"No! She'll never be sad! I promise" he nodded looking at me, holding my hand and linking out pinkies.

He made so many promises and broke them. He promised he would never make me sad, that he would never break my heart, that he would marry me.

I sighed, playing the last note of the last song and looked down at the keys. I wanted to get up, to walk out of the church and avoid that conversation with him. 

I want to be mad at him. I really want to, but I'm so tired of that. I'm so tired of fighting, of lying to myself. 

So I just gave up. I let the tears fall down my eyes during the wedding. I let my eyes look at him while they said their vows. I let myself think about us again, about our promises. I let my mind read him, looking into his eyes and talking with him only with our eyes.

He regrets things, he's scared, nervous. 

When I saw him walking towards me after everyone left the church, I just smiled weakly, defeated.

"I don't want to argue" he said, making me nod. "I don't want to fight with you anymore. I... Juliette, you are the love of my life... And right now is like if we were the worst enemies out there"

It made me chuckle softly. Yeah, maybe we made a show with our two arguments, one last night and another this morning.

"I'm tired" I sighed looking at him, hugging myself. "I... I don't recognize us"

"Can we please talk as two grown adults, please?" he asked me, taking another step closer to me. 

I nodded and sighed, watching how he smiled weakly and nodded too. He took a deep breath, trying to find the words.

"But" I interrupted him before he could open his mouth. "Can we please do that after everything is done? I just... I don't want to ruin their day, Charles. I don't want to be more emotional that I'm already am"

"Promise me you'll dance with me" he asked. "Promise me you'll save a dance with me and we'll talk as long as we need it"

I took a deep breath and nodded. I felt his hand on mine and I just felt shivers running up my back. I missed his touch, how warm his hands were.

"Just don't stare at me while I sing on their first dance" I whisper looking at our hands. 

"I can't promise you anything" he whispered. I sighed and nodded, him letting go of my hand. 

"I... I guess I'll have to get out. There are photographers so..." I sighed looking up at him. "I don't think it's a good idea if we walked out together"

"Yeah, you are right" he nodded, nervous.

I sighed and grabbed all my things, walking out of the church and immediately facing the media. I just smiled, posing for some pictures and immediately walked away back to the villa.

I tried to not think about Charles, not wanting to have high hopes. I just want this day to end and go back home, where everything seemed normal. 

"Juliette!". Lando. "Hey, wait!"

I sighed and look back at him. No, I can't repeat it. Charles is here, I don't want to fight anymore.

"Lando, hey" I sighed. 

"You sang amazing" he smiled walking next to me. "You really made me cry"

"Oh... Thank you" I sighed. "Look... About last night"

"I know. One night stand" he nodded. "But hey, we could be friends, you know?"

I looked at him and sighed. I felt Charles' eyes on me again and I felt the shivers again. 

"Look... You are nice and all, but you are not my type" I sighed. 

I smiled weakly and kept walking, making myself get lost on the streets of the village just to have time to think.

"Juliette!" he called me. 

I turned around and sighed. Charles followed me, he walked behind me.

"Charles..." I sighed.

"They threatened me" he said, walking closer to me. "They didn't like that I did nothing during the lockdown. That I didn't train. That my first season in Ferrari was nothing. They wanted me to fight, to focus. To leave everyone to the side"

"What?" I frowned. 

"Mattia wanted me to live only for Ferrari" he mumbled. "He obliged me to break up with you. To leave my friends. To not date anyone nor be involved in rumors. They used me as a puppet to have more followers, making promises that I would take the team back to the top"

I looked at him and swallowed thickly. Now I understand why he was nervous that night. Why his eyes were red. 

"Juliette..." he whispered, closing the big distance between us, just standing a few feet apart. "I went to your shows. To your first show, I was there, on top of the stadium and watching you how you sang and danced"

"Why did you never call me?" I mumbled, feeling tears in my eyes. "Why did you never text me?"

"Because my publicist had a copy of my sim card" he whispered, holding my hands. "He controlled my media, what I should post and when. Who I followed and who followed me"

I looked at him. He was crying. He was crying and letting all his feelings get out. I missed him, how fragile he let himself be when he was with me.

"I missed you, Juliette" he whispered. "Every second, every hour, every day of my life. I missed you so much and it killed me that I could never be near you because they had eyes everywhere"

I swallowed thickly and did what my body needed to do. I just hugged him, I just held him close to me.

"I tried to find you" he whispered in my neck. "I tried to contact you but I was so afraid of you pushing me away again..."

"Oh, Charles..." I mumble rubbing his back. "I..."

Can't. I can't.

"It hurt so bad" I whispered. "It... The day you left me was the most painful day of my life. I could handle the pain of all those nights hearing you cry, holding you until you fell asleep in my arms. I could handle watching you fall apart and hearing your heart break when Jules and your father died. But... That night was like if you died to me"

"Juliette" he whispered, holding me tighter. He's here.

"I waited for you" I whisper. "A day, a week, months... But you never called"

"I wanted to call you" he whispered. "I... Valerie. Valerie was the only way I had of knowing how you were. She got me all the tickets, she made sure that you were alright"

"What?" I frown. "Valerie?"

"She wanted us together, Juliette" he whispered, pulling away and looking at me, cupping my cheek. "He wanted us back together, she threatened me so many times about telling you everything I did for you. And... God, I know I disappeared for ten years, but if you give me another chance I promise you that I'll never leave"

"Charles..."

"I'll never leave you, Juliette Morelli" he whispered, wiping away my tears. "I promise. I know that I broke so many promises. But... Please, give me another chance"

"Give me time" I whisper. "I need time"

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Guy Code

TW: angst. Fluff. Hints at smut. 

SUMMARY: Pope's feelings for you come through to the surface. 

WORD COUNT: 1100

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Pope has a crush on JJs girlfriend and when he cheats on her he comforts her and confess his feelings 

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POPE'S POV

I paced long enough that the stone beneath my feet had become worn and tethered from repetition. The speech prepared with each pointless step became iterated in sporadic pronunciation only to ultimately return to a blank page within my mind. Everything conjured from an apology to a full-blown confession weighed in waves within my mind. Just as I convinced myself a clear conscience would free my inability to hold such feelings behind distant smiles, I was reminded of how she was JJ's ex. And yet, at the same instance in which I would recall that detail, I thought of the tears she shed because of him. 

Of all of the reckless and even heartless things JJ has done in his endeavors to numb his own emotions, this had been the most bone-headed. And yet any thoughts to console her brought me to the recollection once again that she was forbidden. 

And yet, here I stood. Outside her house well beyond an appropriate hour, before that door finally opened. 

"Pope? What are you doing here?" My hands hid within my pockets as if I could shield myself the same. And suddenly as my lips parted to speak, every single word from my repertoire disappeared. Even the most basic. Which left only the most unappealing of half enunciations causing her to furrow her brows at me. 

"Did you…need something?" But as she asked, the sniffle iterated was enough for me to clench my fists. I was rarely the type of man to exercise emotion. But she deserved to cry from happiness alone. She was sweet and kind and compassionate. The parts of Kiara I may have found rousing. Only she was no more pogue than she was a kook. She was simply a girl whose heart had been broken by my closest friend. 

"I..I just wanted to make sure you were alright." I finally managed to explain my presence as she offered a kind smile. But the soft nod offered had become weak after only a single bob. 

"Do you want to come in?" I paused. Although she was a mutual friend long before that title changed to JJ's 'anything', accepting this invitation still felt as if I was committing the ultimate betrayal. Even if JJ had been the first to draw blood over our friendship when I'd told him of my interest in her, I believed my feelings for her would fade as she would have been good for him. But I was wrong. About my feelings. About JJ. About her. And because of this, I nodded and motioned to follow her inside against my better morality. 

But the second I took a step forward, those words suddenly returned tenfold. 

"No…I just came here to see if you were alright…"

"I'm…I don't know what I am…But you came all the way here to check on me?" 

I shrugged, acting as if I hadn't spent the last six months waiting for this very moment to transpire. As if my thoughts didn't linger on knowing , for even one second, of what it was like to hold her focus in that way. The kind of mine she always held. 

"I'm sorry…About what happened." She became nervous, no longer at ease in her stance. 

"Did…did JJ talk to you?"

"He locked himself away in The Chateau after you left…"

"So he didn't tell you anything?" 

"Should he have?" She paused, kicking her feet on the cement porch leading to the front door kept ajar. 

"You're making me..anxious."

"Me?" She nodded, pulling her hair behind her ear. "You always do…" She confessed as I hesitated to act. 

"You should go…" I nodded, taking the loss before even trying for the win. And yet, as I turned to leave, my tail between my legs, I called back to her. 

"No….'

"No?" 

"You deserve better. I love JJ, but he…you don't deserve what he did."

"Pope-" I took a step forward, knowing if I let her interrupt me that I'd lose the courage to continue to speak. 

"Please…Just let me say this once before implode…" She smiled. A soft smile I simply wanted to kiss for remembrance. 

"You're…You're brilliant. Stunning. Funny. Talented in everything you put your mind to. Raw and genuine. Giving and compassionate. Inspiring and sweet. And…You deserve someone who knows that…Someone who reminds you of that so much you're tired of hearing it….I'm just sorry he hurt you…" 

"He didn't…" My eyes narrowed. 

"It should have. But he was right."

"Right? About what?" My curiosity piqued as I took a step forward, more desperate to know than to remain indifferent. 

"How you make me nervous. How I can depend on you. How I look at you…It's why…you are why we broke up. Not because he cheated…because I didn't care that he did…I guess a part of me kinda hoped he would." Before I could stop my steps, they were set in her direction. Her hips taken by my grasp before one hand reached for her cheek at the last moment before my lips collided with her own. 

The most perfect buss to satiate a need I desired since I'd first met her. A passion and need that had only intensified since that day. And I would remain as long as I could as if to try and convince myself this was reality. After spending most nights and daydreams constructing this vision, it was nearly impossible to differentiate from fantasy. At least it has been until she pulled me deeper against her. Enough until she came to a rest at the paneling of the house. 

"I-"

"Just kiss me, Pope…please…" That soft but breathless cadence made me submissive to her. Her touch electrified every nerve as I would remain here until she rejected me or led me further. I would have shed every ounce of myself for her if she would have asked. 

"It should have been you…" She breathed as my lips fell down her jaw and to the curve of her neck between her ear and her pulse point, feeling it restless beneath my kiss. 

"It is now…" She moaned to the feeling of my hands rising higher from your waist, just brushing the curve of her breasts from beneath. A tease of my thumbs enough to change her course of modesty.

"Come inside…" She bit her bottom lip, leading me over the threshold with interlaced fingers, as I looked behind one final moment before following suit. A smile beaming across my face for the dream made a reality before me. And any consequence welcomed but ignored as I allowed myself to bask in what I would treasure and adore. The girl who should have always have been mine…

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And Round 1 is Done!

PROPAGANDA

"Picture this: the love of your life betrays you and causes your death, then you're brought back to life later against your will and your lover is with your reincarnation. Anyone would feel bitter! She tries her best to keep living her half life and helping people. She's hated just because she's not the main character and gets in the way of the show's OTP."

"Kikyo was such an interesting character. She was murdered by the villain, who tricked both her and her love interest into thinking the other had betrayed them, brought back to life against her will only to find that fifty years had passed, the world had moved on without her, her baby sister was now an old woman, and she'd been condemned to an awful half-life in an unfeeling clay body where she was stuck in her worst moments and basically a vengeful spirit, but she eventually managed to move past it, gave up her one chance at getting revenge on her murderer to save the life of a child, and achieved some measure of inner peace before she died for good. But, she also has the misfortune of being the first love of the male lead, so of course the only thing anyone seems to care about is how she supposedly did him dirty and wasn't good enough for him. The whole fandom is chock full of meta posts about how she didn't trust Inuyasha enough and should have known he'd NEVER betray her like that. Meanwhile, Inuyasha fell for it just as easily when the villain framed HER for attacking HIM, but nobody ever tries to claim that HE didn't trust HER enough. (For further context, when she thought he'd betrayed her, she retaliated by pinning him to a tree and putting him in an enchanted sleep. He retaliated by destroying her village.) In at least 90% of the fanfics that she appears in at all, she's either the Bad Girlfriend or the Evil Ex, who either previously or is currently abusing the hero, or cheating on him, or trying to coerce him into turning human, or dating him for years only to break up with him by telling him he disgusts her because of his demon blood (huh???), none of which she did in the actual canon, solely so the preferred love interest can swoop in and kiss it all better. People will claim they're just making valid criticisms of her actions (which, to be fair, aren't always great), or saying she didn't properly earn her redemption (which is actually pretty standard for a shounen series) because she didn't apologize enough, but them multiple male characters who did far worse than she did somehow miraculously managed to escape the constant criticisms that she's subjected to, this despite having a so-called redemption that's literally just "He stopped eating people because he wanted to get into the heroine's pants", and remain very popular characters both in their own right and as alternate ships for the female lead. The double standards are so glaringly obvious, yet people will bend over backwards and jump through mental hoops that would give a gold-medal Olympics gymnast pause to insist that they're being completely objective and fair and that this isn't just about trying to score points in a ship war or holding female characters to completely different standards from male characters."

Kairi Propaganda

"The Kingdom Hearts game series is about Mickey Mouse battling the forces of Darkness with an alliance of fashionable anime boys. Kairi is a major character, and one of the few female characters. She is part of a trio of childhood best friends, with the protagonist Sora and their other friend Riku (who had a villain arc and then a redemption arc). Though Kairi is constantly and clumsily sidelined by the canon narrative, she arguably has more backstory going on than any other major characters. She is a refugee from another planet. She implicitly lost her beloved grandma at five years old in the traumatic destruction of their hometown. She was kidnapped and experimented on by an evil wizard-scientist—she escaped thanks to having a magic charm that basically teleported her to her soulmate(s). Then she had to adjust to living on a new planet and being adopted by a new family. In the very first game, when she's 14, she turns out her pure heart is one of 7 in the entire universe to be free of Darkness—she shows a full emotional spectrum of fear, sadness, frustration, defeat, but she isn't vulnerable to corruption. In KH2, she becomes one of the Chosen Ones who wield a magical weapon called a Keyblade. She loves her friends very much, and she has the unique talent to instantly recognize them even when they've been transformed into monsters. She has saved them several times with nothing but the Power Of Love in her heart randomly manifesting in, like, telepathy and teleportation and resurrection—she doesn't even consciously know that she has powers, her love is just so great that it's accepted as a tangible force of nature. She is frustrated and ashamed by her role as a damsel in distress, and she wishes to be stronger and combat-capable so that she join her male friends on their adventures instead of waiting around where it's safe. Also she was kidnapped by an evil assassin clown who's ten years older than her, and then they became friends. NOT ONLY does the fandom plug its ears and claim there is nothing interesting about this character and no potential in her story—Kairi has been demonized by the fandom for about 20 years. Somehow Kairi is useless and boring while also being a Mary Sue at the same time. She was called a bitch and a slut and a whore. She was hated for wearing too much pink and wielding a girly weapon with a floral design. She was criticized as a slut for wearing a short skirt, and for THE PLAYER being able to manipulate the camera into a contrived angle to look up her skirt to see her panties in the first edition of KH2. You can find nearly 20-year-old fanfiction and fanart of her being twisted into an evil schemer driving her friends apart, and of her being gleefully brutalized and insulted. Haters STILL comb for every crumb to make elaborate anti-canon theories about why she's an agent of evil, even though canon has FIRMLY ESTABLISHED for TWENTY YEARS since the very beginning that she's THE ONE CHARACTER incapable of growing Darkness in her heart. The theory is that she exists only as a puppet sent by the main villain to sabotage her friends (the plot for two out of the four main female characters) for all ten years of their friendship. The theory is that she's been using her powers to force her friends to love her—and their Power Of Friendship that is the EMOTIONAL BACKBONE OF THE STORY, and THE MAJOR FORCE OF GOOD IN THEIR UNIVERSE, and THE MOST CONSISTENT MOTIVATION FOR THE HEROES is all Just Misdirection LOL building up to a shitty Plot Twist. The theory is that she's secretly a custom-manufactured Chirithy (a cute talking animal companion that serves and guides humans)—and not a human girl with her own natural feelings and aspirations. AND THEN after stripping her of every important trait and role, these fans claim they're making Kairi more important and interesting than she is in canon. I don't know what causes the fandom to so desperately hate a sweet 14-year-old girl who literally canonically never did anything wrong."

[the-therapist-needs-therapy]

Always And Forever (1)

Pairing : Wen Jun Hui x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : None

Keeper Of The Heart (2)

When you're always getting rejected by your crushes, your best friend decides to do the best thing he could think of; confessing his true feelings so you know that there's someone in the world who cares about you more than a friend.

"Jun, he said no," you sigh, plopping yourself next to your best friend as you try not to recall your memory from not too long ago.

"What? I thought he really liked you," the 'he' in question was none other than your crush, Minho. Well, now probably ex-crush.

"He said he has a girlfriend. I feel so dumb. Of course a guy like him would have a girlfriend. What was I even thinking?" you hit yourself on the forehead.

"It's okay, Y/n. One day, you're going to get a guy who treats you like a queen," Jun says, hoping that his words will make you feel better.

"It's so frustrating, Junnie. How long do I have to wait to finally meet my prince charming? Honestly, I think the concept of love hates me"

Jun stays silent. If only you looked up from your fingers right now, you can finally realize that your prince charming had always been by your side. To be honest, the concept of love must have hated Jun more than you.

How else was he possibly be in love with you for so long?

He will never admit his feelings for the sake of your 7 years friendship. He was good at covering them up, hoping that they would disappear just like that one day. Clearly not.

Everyday, he seemed to be falling for you more. It hurt him to see you blushing about someone else but what was he supposed to do? Your smile was something he didn't want to disappear from the face of the earth. So, he would let someone else make you happy instead of him ruining everything.

You keep on rambling about how you were going to die single at age of 60 because no one treats you like 'the one', while Jun keeps quiet and admires your face.

To him, you had always been the only one.

His thoughts were interrupted by the door slamming open, showing a panting Soonyoung.

"W-what are we- we doing? Who ar- are we murdering?" Soonyoung puts a hand on his chest to control his breathing, before taking a seat next to Jun.

"Woah, take it easy, bro. You look like you just ran a marathon,"Jun says, putting an arm around his other best friend to calm the latter down.

"I ran as fast as possible when I saw your text. What's wrong?"

"Minho, rejected her because he has a girlfriend," Jun explains, trying not to frown too much at Minho's face. He was human too. He can feel a bit of jealousy, right?

"Yeah. I feel so upset. I mean my crush on him lasted for more than 2 years. If I had known that he had a girlfriend, I would have stopped liking him," you say, sighing.

"That's awful. I thought he liked you too"

"That's what I told her. I guess our instincts were wrong"

"It's okay, guys. Let's forget about him. After all, what can we do? How about we eat some doughnuts?" you suggest.

"Sounds good," both boys say in unison.

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"When you said you wanted to eat doughnuts, I didn't know it meant raiding your roommate's stash," Soonyoung says, looking a bit afraid but still taking another doughnut from the pink box.

"She wouldn't mind. It's a 'Y/n comfort box' according to her so it's meant for me," you reply.

"How nice of her. Learn from her, Jun," Soonyoung hits Jun on the shoulder, making the latter roll his eyes.

"Anyways, Y/n, are you sure that Minho rejected you because he has a girlfriend and not you specifically?"

The question from Soonyoung gets himself a dirty eye from Jun and a upset look from you.

"What do you mean? Y/n's perfect. She's pretty, smart and kind. Minho's dumb if that's the actual reason," surprisingly that came from Jun.

"It's okay, Jun. I'm sure Soonyoung didn't mean it that way?" it seemed to make Jun calmer.

"Awwwww. You guys just reminded me once more why soulmates aren't just lovers. And- OH MY HOLY GOD, I'M LATE FOR PRACTICE. Chan's going to become the leader at this rate," Soonyoung panics around and it makes you wonder if you should give him any more doughnuts in the future. Sugar makes people hyper. In front of you, was the living proof.

"I'm sorry, you guys but I have to go now. See you some time later. Bye," Soonyoung leaves in a rush before giving you and Jun time to reply.

"He came and left like a breeze. I feel better when he's around," Jun says and you nod in agreement.

"Yeah"

You and Jun were left alone in silence.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"What do you think of me?"

That question got you frozen. It was the first time he was asking something like this.

"Well, you're the kindest person on earth. You have very pretty eyes and a nice smile. It's always nice to talk to you and I always look forward to meet you," you reply.

Jun looks surprised at your answer as if he wasn't expecting it.

"Why are you asking?"

"So, is it possible if you see me from a different perspective?" Jun's ears were red as he tried to look at something else that's not you.

You could hear your heartbeat ring in your ears.

"Different how?"

Jun stares at you, and he looks like he's trying to think of a way to say something without making it sound weird.

"Like not as a friend"

"That means-"

"Or a best friend"

You shut your mouth in an instant. Your cheeks turn red and you didn't know what to say.

"Just so you know, I like you. I have liked you for a long time. I just thought you should know this because I don't want to keep it hidden any longer," Jun says, his voice barely a whisper. The whole thing would have been romantic but it was Jun who was confessing. You've never dreamt of something like that in your entire life.

Your thoughts must have been seeping through your expressions because Jun immediately clears his throat.

"It's fine if you want to take your time. I know it's out of nowhere but I want you to know that my feelings are genuine"

"Since when?" that was the only thing that managed to make it's way out of your mouth.

Jun smiles, "Sweet Sixteen" and it makes your eyes widen in surprise.

"I know. It's been 6 years but I really like you. It's hard to move on when you genuinely like someone"

"I'll be leaving now but before that," he leans in and his lips make contact with your cheek. Millions of butterflies swarm in your stomach and you're heartbeat was so loud that you were sure Jun could hear it.

He pulls away and whispers in your ear, "I love you, Y/n. Always have. Always will"

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[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 20

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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MASTERLIST

Me: are u home?

Me: if ur mad for today... i promise ill make it up.

I tried to get in contact with Y/n ever since I crossed the door to the street. I've been waiting for a reply from her for almost an hour, making my way back to the tattoo studio just so I can pick my motorbike and get it back.

And once I get there, I don't leave to go back home. I just close myself inside my studio, still waiting for a text from her. And considering she was off today, I end up guessing she's probably outside.

Me: Are you out with the girls?

For one second, I wonder if she's mad because I canceled our plans at the last minute, something that leads me to check my sister's stories to find Y/n sneaking out of the picture on every single pic or video Soo has decided to post.

Few minutes later, I see Y/n has read my text, but minutes keep going by and she doesn't reply back.

Yeah, she's mad.

And that's something that leads me to send a text to Soo, just to find out she's already sent me three texts throughout the evening, and tried to call me once. Although it's weird, I don't really pay much attention to it.

—Leslie? —I hear her voice from the other side— Really?

I'll kill Mark tomorrow.

—That's what all those texts were about? —I roll my eyes.

—I thought you moved on —I hear her sighing—. What about this new girl? You can't be so fucking stupid, Jungkook.

Now it's when I regret ever mentioning I was seeing someone new, although she was the one that kept insisting when she caught me smiling at my phone at one of our family lunches. She doesn't waste the chance to bring this new girl back, but tonight is different. Soo usually just teases me, and tries to play with me ever since I told her. "Oh, Mrs. Jeon wants your attention" "When will we meet her?". But tonight... Tonight I can tell she's annoyed at the possibility of me ruining whatever I possibly have with Y/n for my ex.

As she speaks, I can hear different voices and laughs, and the unknown rhythm of a song playing in the background.

—Where are you? I can barely hear you.

—The bar where Tam and Y/n work, we all came here to keep Tam some company —she sighs—. Don't switch the topic, Jeon. I swear to god if you do the same mist...

But I'm not able to hear anything else from her before I hang up the call. I know I'm going to regret that the moment I see her again, but for now I want to focus on something else, which is another awful idea.

When I park the motorbike outside the bar, all I can think about is seeing Y/n and making sure everything is alright. But before I cross the door, I wonder if it'd be too obvious why I'm here for the second I set a foot inside. There's also the possibility of them thinking I came to talk to Soo in person even if that isn't the case.

The inner battle stops the second I spot Y/n talking with someone at one extreme of the counter. Her body is lazily supported on the wooden surface, while her hips are slightly swayed and her head cockily tilted. The man is tall enough for me to be able to see his face over her shoulder. A cocky smile is drawn on his face, while his eyes travel all over her body, having her face as the last stop.

Something turns on in my body, because I'm walking inside the bar and towards Y/n as if I weren't debating seconds ago whether to stay outside or not.

Suddenly I don't care whether her friends and my sister are here or not. I just want to keep her away.

—Well, I saw you here by yourself, and thought of keeping you company. That's it —I see him shrugging—. But if you want to give me your phone number...

—Alr... —she's about to agree, but I stop before she's able to.

—I could give you mine, too —I rush to say, looking at the stranger with squinted eyes. —. Note it down: six, seven, three... What? Not interested?

I realize how much I fucked it up just now when she turns to me with wide eyes, surprise by my attitude. Or maybe just surprised to see me here.

—I'm sorry —the man apologizes, uncomfortable—. I didn't know she had a boyfriend.

—I don't —I hear her saying.

How fast she denies me annoys me more than it should, which is zero -considering the kind of relationship we both have supposedly.

—What the fuck are you doing? —she turns to me.

I never look back at her, because I will be aware of everything I'm doing and how I'm not the one in the right in this situation. Instead, I keep my eyes on the man who nervously smiles, saying goodbye to Y/n before he finally leaves.

—What's your problem?

—He was drooling over you.

And now I'm confused on whether I was mad because of the way he was looking at her, or how she was unbothered -and even liked- the way he was looking at her.

—I thought that was the fucking point —she stands in front of me, her whole body facing me as she speaks—. I don't think I went where you were, threw a tantrum and scared your e...

I look at her, confused at that. Does that mean she knows? And although it'd make a lot of sense, I doubt my sister would be airing my business like that. It's Soo either way, so it wouldn't shock me big time either.

—Jungkook?

Tammy's voice snaps me back to reality and what I'm doing. I shouldn't even be here in the first place.

—Soo wanted to see you —she comments when I turn to her.

—I know —I nod—. I thought she was still here —a big fat lie falls from my lips.

Basically, because my sister was the last person I thought of as I drove here.

—No, I think she went to your place —Tammy lets her head fall to her side as she thinks—. That's what she said, right? —she asks Y/n, looking for confirmation.

—Yeah —she sighs—. And since you're back, I'll get going now.

—Thanks for staying —they both hug tight.

A flicker of desperation goes over my body when I see her figure walking past me. Not only I have to explain myself with the whole Leslie situation, now I also have to make up for what happened with the man she was flirting with.

—I'll drive you home —I suggest, making her stop her tracks towards the door.

—No need to.

I'm about to insist, but Tammy does that work for me.

—Don't act pig headed —she intervenes—. I'll feel better if you leave with him.

With a heavy sigh, and her head falling back, she let us know she was giving in to what we both were asking. Tammy thanks me for driving Y/n home... If she only knew I'm the one who should be thankful to her right now.

When we get to my motorbike, I see her waiting at one side. She joins me in the back as soon as I hop on it, with the difference that she's sat further than she usually is. And when my eyes fly over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of her, I see her arms placed back on both sides of her body, holding tight to the bars.

Things seem to get even more tense when I stop in front of her place, and for some reason I have the slightest hope that we could make it up.

—I think we should talk —I mention when I stop the engine, turning my head at her.

—Is this because you don't want to confront Soo?

I didn't even remember Soo is probably at my place until she mentioned it again. That just adds another reason why I should stay here tonight.

—Just... Let's talk.

She puckers her lips, slightly tilting her head until she finally gives in with a small nod of her head.

Our way to her apartment is the quietest we've ever been since we started growing closer. It's uncomfortable, but especially concerning because it just proves that there's something wrong going on right now.

Unable to act the way I usually do -because it's not the time-, I just stick my hands inside of my pockets. My eyes fly to every corner in the room, to every small detail I've seen a thousand times before, combined with other new ones that kind of let me know

Jungkook seems to be thinking a million things right now, but doesn't say a word. He's usually carefree, and walks around as if he has been here even more times than me. But this time he's staying still, both hands in the pockets of his usual baggy jeans, while looking absolutely everywhere but in my direction.

—You said you wanted to talk —I break the silence—. Then talk.

Her tone is rough and dry. She wants to be done with this conversation just as much as I do. She crosses her arms over her chest, while her lower back rests on the backrest of her beige couch.

I don't know if she's mad for what happened back in the bar or if she's mad because Soo told them I met with Leslie... This isn't a good start.

—Why were you so annoyed before?

—You can't be serious... —she replies under her breath—So how you scared that guy away isn't enough for you?

So I guess she's mad for the way I treated the guy... Okay, reasonable. I was a little too rude with him, when his reaction was the exact same one I had the first time I saw her. It's completely understandable.

—Was I supposed to only hang out with the girls and wait for you to be done? —she tilts her head again— He was nice and I wanted to have fun. And it was all going great until you showed up with the jealous boyfriend act. Is that enough? Am I allowed to be annoyed?

And that glitches my brain, and pulls back whatever I thought was the main issue. So she's mad because I showed up and ruined her flirty moment?

—Just talk to me —a sudden push moves my body, forcing my eyes back on her.

—Do you want me to apologize? —I arch my eyebrows— I only did you a favor.

—No, you didn't —she doesn't let me continue—. I wasn't uncomfortable, I wasn't struggling... For the first time in my life I was comfortable with someone that's...

I wait for her to continue that sentence, and she doesn't know the amount of fuel she's just added.

—That's not an asshole.

I move my eyes away from her, annoyed at the situation, but especially annoyed at myself. All the time I was with Leslie, I kept thinking of rushing it and cutting it off so I could be with her -even if it was later than our main plan. While all she was mad for was me ruining her possible future date.

—Wow, thank you —I say ironically.

—Don't have the balls to play the victim —Y/n points her finger at me, each word tinted with more anger than the previous one—. Don't dare. You stood me up. Yet you think you have the right to come and interrupt me when I try to meet someone new? Which is also the point of us being in... whatever we have going on?

—I didn't like the way he was looking at you —I look back at her—. I know what was going through his head, and I didn't like it.

More like I didn't like what was possibly going through her head as well... But it's better not to say that.

—You know what I don't like? Learning through your sister you were meeting up with your ex, instead of you telling me directly when you canceled our plans.

In any other circumstance, or maybe five minutes ago, I'd have dropped a cocky smile and would have played it off so we could make it up. But that comment, in this exact moment, only annoys me. Why would she fucking care about who I'm meeting?

—Were you annoyed because I met Leslie or because I didn't tell you? —the question leaves my smiling adorned lips with a tone that comes up as funny, when I only wanted to make it sound cocky to piss her off.

—What annoys me is how you think you can do whatever the fuck you want, yet I can't do the same just "because you didn't like the way he was looking at me" —she mocks me—. I think it's simple to understand.

Aware that this conversation will take us nowhere, I try to put a stop to it. One of us has to bend and apologize, and seems like this time it'll be my turn. Not telling her about Leslie was a mistake on my side, but it wasn't like she needed to know either. We aren't dating and, as long as I don't hook up with any of the girls I could possibly meet, she has no reason to get mad.

—You're right. I'm sorry —I nod—. l don't know —I scratch the back of my head nervously—. I didn't think before acting. I couldn't control myself.

And while I thought she'd be softer, and would play along to my apology, she goes on with the argument.

—You couldn't control yourself? You were the one who came up with the no jealousy rule, yet you excuse yourself with it?

A little ironic she's annoyed about the jealousy rule, when she was pissed off about me meeting Leslie.

—Don't act like you weren't jealous either —I bark back—. Why do you care so much whether I saw Leslie or not? Feel threatened?

I facepalm myself when the heat of the discussion gets over my body, and rolls my tongue more than it should. That last question is the dumbest thing I've ever said.

—Sure, threatened —although she's ready to throw a lot of things, she still tries to hold back as much as possible—. All I know is this deal has been useless, and you've been nothing but a pain in the ass. "I'll help you out" "You'll know how to deal with guys" —her voice deepens, trying to mimic mine—. Yet the only thing you've told me to do is watching people and doing research work.

—It seemed like the little help was of use for you tonight though.

Quite funny how she's now saying she regrets the deal, or how it's being useless, when not even a few weeks ago she was able to flirt with someone openly. Now that she's able to, she isn't able to credit me for what I've helped in?

—Might be the only thing that has been of use —she replies back—, but what's the point when I can't put it into practice because your ego gets hurt? —she shakes her head— This was a bad idea.

I feel hurt by her words. It's such a dumb and simple sentence, yet the feeling that gets over me when she says all of it was a bad idea... it's as if all the time we've spent together had meant nothing to her. She's the one that's getting the biggest piece of cake, yet she's the one who dares to say she regrets what's happened. Is it a bad idea now that she's realized she could have anyone else she wants to?

—It wasn't a bad idea when you were cumming on my leg to seal the deal, because I was the only one you had a chance with.

There isn't any anger in her expression anymore. Her lips seal slowly, forming a straight line, while the frown totally disappears when she moves her eyes away from me to look down at her feet.

She bites her lower lip tight, while her hands, hanging on both sides of her body, hold tight the fabric of her jeans.

And that's when I know how big I fucked it up right now.

Thinking this was just a heated discussion, I try to hold her arm to pull her into a hug, but she rejects it. Her hands push me away suddenly, still not looking up at me when she does.

I try to look for the right words to make it up, to let her know I didn't genuinely mean what I said, but that roller coaster of emotions has left me exhausted, and unable to process any information that isn't what I have in front of me right now.

—You can stay here the night —she talks first—, you probably don't want to deal with Soo. But I don't want to see you here when I wake up tomorrow.

She doesn't say anything else. After dropping that, she turns on her tracks and walks to her room, closing the door behind her.

After that, I have no reason to stay here. I know I have no reason to say here tonight.

And if I thought I'd find peace when I got back home, I was so mistaken...

Soo is waiting for me in front of my door, totally ready to drag me for everything that happened today, but I cut her off before she's able to speak.

—Not today —I cut her off, making my way inside my apartment.

—Not today? —she scoffs— Do I wait until she messes you up again, huh? What the hell were you even thinking about?

—She needed to see that everything was officially over between us —I let my body fall on the couch—. I just wanted to end things well.

—So... —she sits next to me— She didn't want to get back with you?

—Oh, she does —I nod, with my eyes still fixed on one of the dark wooden beams on the ceiling—. But I'm not interested. And I let her know.

Soo seems surprised at my comment, and so she shows it when she snaps my shoulder to get me to look at her.

—You seriously told her that?

—Yeah —I sigh.

—I'm proud of you —her arm surrounds my neck—. You deserve better than to be treated that way —her fingers tangle on some of my locks playfully—. Hopefully this new girl does.

But I don't tell her anything. It's not something she needs to know anyway. I rather let her think everything's fine. Basically, because I don't want to go too deep on whatever went down tonight, I don't want to go through everything we've both said again and again. It was enough just once.

We keep talking for a few more minutes, getting into more detail on what the conversation was about. And when I realize, she's almost falling asleep as I speak. With a chuckle, I take her to my bed and allow her to sleep there.

Another morning to wake up with a messy back. 

[deuxcherise]

Operation YAN

C/w: Imagination station, woo. Fake humans, mentions of government, unhealthy behavior, mentions of murder, mentions of pedophilia, mentions of homophobia, mentions of other sexualities, mentions the word "love" a lot, mentions sacrilegious things (making fun of religion, kind of? All in good fun, of course), no beta we die like men

A/n: So I was thinking–I know, such a dangerous occupation–but I was thinking, I want to write a universe much like that one genshin doll au (good lord, why is that when I can't find what I'm looking for until I'm not looking for it???) or any hypotheticals. It's probably already done before but I still wanna write it. Masterlist

It started with an idea.

Jesus (pronounced hay-SOOS)–Yes, that was the name of the man who changed the world–Alfaro was listening to a good friend of his going on and on about his ex-girlfriend, who left him for various reasons.

His friend clicked his tongue. “Man, if only I wasn't such a dumbass… But then I wouldn't be such a dumbass if she wasn't such a dumb bi–”

A light bulb lit up in Jesus's head. What if I were to biomedically engineer the perfect woman for my friend? he thought.

It sounds unrealistic how this idea came about, but to be fair, this rendition was passed down for generations.

Jesus had a biomedical degree sitting on the back burner for several years now since he couldn't find any work. AI had already taken over most of the available jobs. For Jesus and his friend, the last time they saw a human worker in a fast food restaurant or a construction worker was probably when they were in middle school. Jesus was only able to pay for the ridiculously expensive tuition from a lottery scholarship, and he had to work twice as hard as any human in history just to graduate since most of his classmates were AI bots (why AI felt the need to subject their own to school life is beyond anyone's understanding).

Anyway, back to the point. He decided to make use of his biomedical degree and scrounge up all kinds of materials to make his idea happen, from flasks to dials to an incubator. This process included gathering a few samples from his friend, such as hair, saliva, blood, urine, and genital fluids.

“Bro, that's gay.”

“Dude, don't you want the perfect woman though?”

His friend clicked his tongue. “Shit. Fine. Just… just give me a several minutes.”

It only took a minute for Jesus to get a semen sample, but that's digressing from the story.

Anyway, it took several years for Jesus to make it happen, but it happened. The perfect woman, based on his friend’s preferences, was born.

Jesus almost didn't give her up to his friend because he felt like he was giving up his daughter to a fiend. He valued his friendship, yes, but he had to admit his friend was such a dumbass when it came to women.

But miraculously, his friend became a changed man after meeting this perfect woman. Overnight, Jesus's friend became a devoted, and loyal charmer who also became the perfect husband to his wife and father to his children.

Why did this work, one may ask?

Well, Jesus had taken into account biological and sexual compatibilities when he was constructing the perfect woman for his best friend. First, he was able to somehow alter his friend's DNA, so their future children wouldn't inherit any dysfunctional genes that would shorten their lifespan or quality of life. This also eliminated the idea of incest, despite this perfect woman being constructed utilizing his friend's DNA, since Jesus had to make many, many, many adjustments to his friend's sperm to change it into a viable egg. It would've been far easier if Jesus could have secured an egg sample from a willing woman, but the idea of his friend copulating with what is essentially his female self was far better than… well, a “daughter”. Leave it to Jesus to look out for his friend. 👍

Jesus was not initially an ambitious man, but his friend would brag about his love life to anyone who would listen. This led to Jesus gaining attention, both good and bad attention. There was a point where Jesus had to give birth to several perfect women for a notorious gang who threatened to kill his loved ones.

It was easier this time to grow a woman in a lab, since he already had the knowledge. However, the same thing that happened to his friend happened again to these gang members. These vicious beasts became the most upstanding citizens he had ever seen after they were given their own perfect woman. It was like the power of love performs miracles.

That's when it started the flame of his ambition, and he began to seek out all of the resources and connections he could to continue performing these miracles. The government caught on and decided to collaborate with Jesus in order to combat the world's falling population numbers.

And so, Operation YAN was launched.

The initial batch targeted young, straight men who displayed too much maiden-less behavior to get and keep a lady–much like Jesus's friend. Instead of being upfront about the whole process, the government decided to plant Jesus's women into places these men would most likely frequent, such as adjacent houses making them neighbors.

Most of the women were kind of similar, which may be a result of the targeted men being similar. Friendly, loving, affectionate–so affectionate since they were born to love that these biologically engineered women were codenamed “Your Affectionate Neighbor” aka YAN.

Of course, success was expected and received. However, it may have worked too well…

These biologically engineered women were born to love, but humans are very complex creatures. Not only because these women were born literally days old as adults instead of growing up like natural human women, but because they were constructed to love only their target. Their target, of course, fell in love with them truly but they have their own lives too, whereas these YANs don’t. And the idea of their target leaving them or paying more attention to someone else was far too much for them to handle, that there became cases where these YANs would mercilessly kill anyone they perceived as love rivals.

Since most of these victims tended to be other women, Operation YAN extended to producing male YANs for single straight women in order to combat these jealousy allegations. Eventually this operation expanded their production to include producing YANs for homosexual, bisexual, asexual, etc people since apparently these YANs get jealous way too easily when it comes to meeting a person who is single. Love comes in all shapes and sizes, so having a platonic YAN by your side is better protection than not having one! 😀

Nowadays, you can even have a YAN that grows up with you–Pardon? That branch was discontinued due to general discomfort, pedophilic allegations and child murders? Of course, of course. Apologies, folks. Due to potential abuse of these YANs (whether you consider them human or not) and various ethical reasons, you must be an adult at the legal age of 25 to receive your very own YAN.

Why 25? That's because you can only receive one YAN in your lifetime! And it is very important that the details and preferences you fill out on your paperwork are very, very thought out.

Speaking of which, if you want to get your own YAN today, log into your personal tablet and fill out the required electronic work. Here is a preview:

You must be 25 and older to be legible to receive your very own YAN.

You must sign and print your first name, middle name (if applicable), and surname in all of the indicated boxes, to ensure your informed consent. You must also write down your Social Security number and your permanent address in all of the indicated boxes.

You must completely fill out your personality quiz to the best of your ability.

You must completely fill out your ideal type to the best of your ability.

You will be required to be fingerprinted and photographed for recognition purposes.

You will be required to supply a blood sample, a hair sample, a saliva sample, a urine sample, and a discharge sample from your genitals (if applicable–if you do not have genitals, then you do not need to provide this particular sample). We will have licensed doctors provided for you if need be.

Failure to complete all of the above properly will result in the negation of this application.

Finally, once you place your application, there are no refunds.

Allow us to repeat: ATTENTION!! THERE ARE NO TAKEBACKS. RETURNS ARE IMPOSSIBLE. YOUR YAN WAS CREATED JUST FOR YOU, THEREFORE IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO REUSE SAID YAN FOR ANY OTHER PURPOSE EXCEPT TO LOVE YOU. IF YOU ARE UNHAPPY WITH YOUR YAN, PLEASE MAKE THE BEST OF IT. THERE ARE MANY SOURCES AVAILABLE, INCLUDING THERAPY, ONLINE VIDEOS, AND PETS. WE ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR IRRESPONSIBILITY.

Thank you and have a wonderful life with your YAN. In Jesus, we trust. 😊

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Sick Boyfriend's Nightmare

*Disclaimer: This took place after the end of Chapter one of the birthday Arc*

Nighttime: 11:30 p.m.

Drugfriend was worried about his friends not receiving his calls

Drugfriend: (mind) Come on, Why isn't Dave picking up...Oh boy, I hope Lila Sky didn't get him

Sick BF: *yawns* Drugfriend? What happened?

Drugfriend: Oh hey Sick Boyfriend, I just worried about Dave, I'm trying to call him, but he's not picking up

Sick BF: Yeah, I'm worried that Lila Sky might hurt him or try to find us a-and-

Drugfriend: Sick Boyfriend Calm down, Lila Sky is not gonna find us, besides we're safe at home and I put a magic barrier around our house so she won't get in

Sick BF: O-Oh ok, Anyways I'm going to bed early, I'm tired

Drugfriend: Ok Buddy, I'll be up in a minute, Good night

Sick BF: *yawn* Good night

2 minutes later .....

1:00 A.M.

Sick BF: Zzzzzz

(Heading to dream mode)

Sick BF: Mmmm h-huh?

*Sick Boyfriend woke up in a dark purple void,Sick Boyfriend started to get scared*

Sick BF: (mind) W-Where am I? Why is it so dark?. Hello! Anyone, Hello?!

*Sick Boyfriend started to get worried and started to panic*

Sick BF: Hello?! Anyone?! Can you hear me?! Anybod-Woah! Oof!

(Sick Boyfriend fell down, only to touch something liquid)

Sick BF: Ow...what did I just slip on- W-Wha, is this blood?!

Sick Boyfriend got up and looked to see a trail of blood

Sick BF: What the......(mind)Where did all this blood come from?!

???: Hehehe

Sick BF: *gasp* W-Who's there?!

???: Wow, I guess you don't know me huh?

Sick Boyfriend turned around to see manifest demon that looked like sky but it's not

Sick BF: S-Sky?

???: Sky~? Hahaha Oh I'm not Sky, You may know me as Drugfriend's ex girlfriend~

Sick BF: W-Wait you're Lila sky?

Lila Sky: Yep.

Sick BF: B-But you look so different

Lila Sky: T-Thats because this is my manifest form

Sick BF: So I'm guessing your the one who cheated on Drugfriend with my stalker and broke his heart?

Lila Sky: Yes but I dumped him, And I wanted him back

Sick BF: Well you can forget it, you lost that chance when you cheated on him with multiple guys and I have hearing things like you bullying people, I swear your worse than Purity Senpai

Lila Sky: Well what can I say, I'm very good at it, All that aside, You stole him from me

Sick BF: What?! I didn't steal him, you dumped him so don't accuse me of your petty things

Lila Sky: Oh petty huh? You really wanna see petty, I'll show you petty, You noticed the blood right?

Sick BF: Uh yeah?

Lila Sky: Look over there~

Sick BF: (mind) what does she mean by look over there?

(Sick Boyfriend look over there only to see Drugfriend lying on the floor, covered in blood, having trouble breathing)

Sick BF: O-Oh god....DRUGFRIEND!!!!

(Sick Boyfriend rushed to Drugfriend with tears in his eyes)

Sick BF: Drugfriend, Drugfriend, please, speak to me!!!

Drugfriend: S-Sick Boyfriend,I-I tried...to stop...her....p-please s-save…me*flatlined*

Sick BF: Drugfriend?! Drugfriend?! Please, Say something!!!!

Lila Sky: Awww, poor sick boyfriend, crying over your dying husband~

Sick Boyfriend turned to lila sky and his eyes glowed red

Sick BF: What...have...you done to him...

Lila Sky: Oh I just killed him, he did put up a fight but failed to take me down~

Lila Sky: I warned you Sick Boyfriend, you messed with me and I'm gonna take away everyone you loved

Sick BF: You....YOU MONSTER!!!! YOU GONNA PAY FOR THE CRIMES YOU DID!

Sick Boyfriend tried to charge at her but Lila Sky used her magic to grab Sick boyfriend by the neck, Sick boyfriend was struggling to let go of Lila Sky's magic

Sick BF: *cough cough* I...I can't breathe...

Lila Sky: Awww~ Are you struggling to breathe, Face it, you think you're strong but in reality, your weak, I don't know why Drugfriend would pick you in the first place

Lila Sky: Now...DIE!!!! *Jumpscare*

Sick BF: *Screams*

Sick BF: *gasping for air*

Meanwhile:

Drugfriend: *sigh* I hope everyone's ok, I'm worried Lila sky might hurt Sick Boyfriend or anybody else, Let's just hope tomorrow is good then tod-

*Drugfriend heard a loud scream*

Drugfriend: (mind) What the hell? Was that Sick Boyfriend?! Oh no, I better check on him! He might be in danger!

*Drugfriend rushed to bedroom to go see if Sick Boyfriend was in danger*

Drugfriend: Sick Boyfriend! Are you ok- Oh no....

*Sick Boyfriend was having a panic attack*

Drugfriend: Oh crap, Sick Boyfriend! Sick Boyfriend! Calm down, It's ok, It's ok, I'm here, Please calm down!

Sick BF: *gasp* *looks at Drugfriend* D-Drugfriend…*tears up*

Drugfriend: Sick Boyfriend, what happened, I heard you scream from the living room, are you okay?!

Sick BF: I…I..*burst into tears*

Drugfriend hugged Sick Boyfriend as he started crying.

Drugfriend: Shhh there there buddy. It’s okay it’s okay, I’m here

Sick BF: *hic*I-I-I thought she- *crying*

Drugfriend: Shhh calm down buddy, it’s okay, You just had a nightmare

Sick BF: *sniff* It felt so real, I thought Lila Sky was gonna kill you for real and kill me too!

Drugfriend: Oh no you had a nightmare that Lila Sky killed me?

Sick BF: Mmm hmmph *sniff*

Drugfriend: Awww buddy, there there. It’s going be okay Alright? I’ll make sure Lila Sky doesn’t find us, so don’t worry

Sick BF: *crying* I’m just scared that Lila Sky would find us and kill us!!! I don’t wanna die Drugfriend!!!

Drugfriend: Oh no! Please don’t cry, it’s just a nightmare ok?

Drugfriend hugged Sick Boyfriend as he comfort him from the nightmare he had

*This happened from chapter 1 of the Birthday arc, deleted scene*

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