#i just know they were tearing up that dance floor before the breakup

[se-qo]

don't wanna talk, baby, i just wanna dance

[hoshifighting]

Ex Boyfriend! Seungcheol – Jealous! Seungcheol — Synopsis: Where after a company get-together, you meet your ex-boyfriend, who wants to make you jealous. He just doesn't expect that your friend Joshua is ready to help you too. — WC: 3.4k — WARNINGS: Smut, angst, overstimulation, spit as lube, clit stimulation, oral (f. receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, masturbation (m. and f. receiving), hair pulling, aftercare, eye contact, dirty talk and etc.

As you stepped into the office party, your heart raced. 

You hadn't seen Seungcheol since the breakup, and you had been avoiding him whenever possible–like working in the home office for weeks. But now, you couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves as you spotted him across the room, surrounded by colleagues.

As you took a deep breath and plastered on a small smile, you noticed your friends Minji and Seokmin waving at you from a nearby table. You made your way over to them, grateful to have some familiar faces among the crowd.

"So good to see you!" Seokmin exclaimed, pulling you into a warm hug. "We were starting to think you wouldn't show up."

You huff and roll your eyes at Seokmin's remark, grumbling that you would rather be anywhere else. Seokmin and Minji exchange knowing glances as they catch sight of Seungcheol watching you from across the room.

Seokmin leans in, giving you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "He's still looking at you."

You grimace, trying to focus on your friends and the conversation at hand, but you can't help but feel his gaze burning into your back.

You continue chatting with your friends, but their constant glances over your shoulder start to draw your attention. Eventually, curiosity gets the better of you, and you ask them what's going on. However, they remain stubbornly silent.

Finally, you can't take it anymore and turn around to see what's caught their interest.

And there he is – Seungcheol, dancing with Eunji on the dance floor.

Your friends wait for your reaction, but they weren't expecting the sound of your laughter to echo through the room. 

You chuckle to yourself, finding the situation utterly ridiculous and amusing. Your friends exchange glances, not quite sure how to respond to your sudden outburst.

"Did you just laugh?" Seokmin asks in disbelief.

Minji looks shocked at your reaction, wondering if you've lost your sanity or if this is all some elaborate joke.

As you continue laughing uncontrollably, you manage to sputter out a revelation between giggles.

"Guys," you whisper to Seokmin and Minji, "Eunji likes girls. Remember when she tried to ask me out?"

Minji and Seokmin exchange disbelieving glances, their jaws dropping open. "Wait, what?" Seokmin stutters.

You nod, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. "Yep. She asked me out once, and I had to turn her down because I was with Seungcheol - secretly, of course."

You chuckle to yourself, realizing that Eunji isn't interested in Seungcheol at all.

As you laugh and share the joke with Seokmin and Minji, you feel a gentle touch on your shoulder. You turn around to find Joshua standing there, a curious smile on his face.

"What's so funny?" he asks, genuinely curious about the laughter coming from your small group.

As you try to stifle your laughter, a mischievous idea suddenly sparks to life in your mind, like a light bulb flickering to life. You look up at Joshua, a hint of playful glint in your eyes.

Joshua quirks an eyebrow, but before he can inquire further, you chime in with a question of your own.

"Hey, how come you're not dancing with anyone? Got any secret dance moves tucked up your sleeves?"

Joshua grins and stretches out his hand to lead you to the dance floor. You share a knowing wink with Seokmin and Minji, who smile incredulously, sensing the potential entertainment ahead.

As you accept his offer and step onto the dance floor, the music envelops you, and your bodies effortlessly start to move in sync.

Joshua leans in, a mischievous smile on his lips, and whispers, "I know what you're up to. Are you making Seungcheol jealous?" 

"Do you intend to be my partner in crime for the night?" You ask sly.

"I'm all in." he assures you while chuckling. "I'll not only play along, but I'll even offer to take you home."

As you and Joshua lean in close together, discussing your plan, Seungcheol can't help but notice your proximity. The sight fuels his jealousy, and his fingernails dig into his palms, a subtle sign of his frustration.

As the night progressed, you found yourself at the bar, nursing a drink and enjoying the company of Joshua. The alcohol loosens your inhibitions, and you relish in the newfound friendship. Meanwhile, Seungcheol, consumed by jealousy, ignores the colleagues attempting to engage him in conversation, his gaze occasionally flicking towards you and Joshua.

As you follow Joshua towards the garage, you can feel Seungcheol's gaze burning into your back. He watches you both step into the grey car, and his resentment simmers beneath the surface. Every detail, from the grey car to your black dress, infuriates him. He clenches his fists tightly, hating everything about the situation, but most of all, he blames himself for letting you go.

As Seungcheol's mind raced with worry and speculation, he tormenting himself with the possibilities of what you were doing in that car with Joshua. Were you at the other man's home, or were you in the familiar surroundings of the home he knew so well? Had you kissed him, or even more?

The thought of it all drove him mad, and he could do nothing but pace around, trying to find a way to calm himself down and think straight.

Despite Seungcheol's torturous thoughts, the reality was much more mundane. After dancing and drinking together all night, Joshua had kindly offered to take you home. He left you off safely at your doorstep, and you went to bed with a blissfully empty head.

As you sat on the couch the next morning, sipping your cup of tea and idly watching a show on TV, you heard a sharp knock at the door. 

Surprised, you set down your tea and padded barefoot towards the door. As you swung it open, your breath caught in your throat. 

Standing there, looking disheveled and tired, was Seungcheol. His hair was tousled, and his eyes bore a look of exhaustion, but there was something different about him now. This time, he wasn't here with a box in hand. Instead, his gaze was fixed on you, intense and full of unspoken words.

As Seungcheol stepped into your home, his fingers firmly grasping your shoulder, he subjected you to a silent analysis. His eyes skimmed over your appearance, taking in the absence of hickeys on your neck, the tangle-free state of your hair, and the adorable pajama set decorated with cats – a favorite of yours when you slept alone.

"Where's he?" Seungcheol's question hung in the air.

You cross your arms, arching an eyebrow and responding with a question of your own "What are you doing here, Seungcheol?" He shuts the door behind him as you await his answer.

Seungcheol takes a breath, his gaze never wavering from your face. "Do you have any idea what you put me through last night?" he asks, his voice low. "Did you even consider for a moment how I felt watching you with Joshua all night?"

"Did you even consider for a moment how I felt watching you with Eunji all night?" You repeat.

You felt nothing more than pity that his little theatrics had lost its appeal too soon for you.

Seungcheol scoffs. "You're throwing that back at me? Really?" he says, his voice tinged with disbelief. 

Despite your nonchalant manner, there was a hint of satisfaction in your eyes, knowing your performance had been more authentic than his.

His face twists into a frown, realizing that his attempt to make you jealous had backfired. "I watched you all night, seeing you dancing with Joshua. I thought –“ he starts, but you cut him off. 

"What did you think?" you ask, your voice cold. "That I would come running back to you like a loyal dog? That I'd be so devastated by your display with Eunji that I'd run back into your arms?"

"You're different." The raw emotion in his voice catches you off guard, making you wonder what he meant. He continues, "Last time, you cried and clung to me, begging me not to leave you, but now...  now, you're standing here, cold and indifferent, like you never loved me at all." "I don't understand," he murmurs. "How can you be so cold... so detached, after everything we had?"

"Everything we had?" you echo, a hint of disbelief in your voice. "Seungcheol, at some point, you'd rather hole up in your office all day than be with me." 

"I broke up with you because I thought it would be better for you," he admits softly. "I couldn't provide you with the attention and time you deserved, and I thought ending it was the right thing to do."

A hint of irritation creeps into your voice as you reply, "And now you're here because I was enjoying myself with someone else?"

"Enjoying with... Someone else." His eyes darken, and you can see the flicker of possessive anger sparking within him at the mere mention of your time with someone else.

"Did you come here just because you can't handle the idea of me fucking with Joshua?" 

The words have barely left your lips when he suddenly slams your body against the wall, his hot breath mingling with yours as his lips hover barely an inch from yours.

Seungcheol's breath is uneven as he speaks, his voice a low, husky tone. "I... couldn't bear the thought of you doing that–" he admits, his fingers curling fiercely into the fabric of your clothes. "with him."

The words trail off as he can no longer resist the magnetic pull between you, and he closes the gap, his lips capturing yours in a hot, desperate kiss.

Seungcheol deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth hungrily, as if trying to make up for lost time. He missed every inch of you, from the taste of your lips to the way you sighed in his arms. 

Even the familiar scent of your house and the sound of your voice sent jolts of longing and nostalgia coursing through him. He needed to experience all of you, every aspect he'd been craving for so long.

Seungcheol swiftly bends you over the arm of the sofa, the urgency in his actions evident. You can hear the sound of his belt being undone, the click of the buckle echoing through the room. His movements are rough and impatient, consumed by the overpowering desire he feels for you.

He yanks down your shorts and panties in one swift motion, the fabric pooling on the ground. You hear him spit, the warm line of saliva landing on your pussy, making you squirm. Seungcheol's grip on your arm tightens as he holds it behind your back, keeping you in place.

"Stay still," he commands, his voice low and authoritative.

You can feel his cock, thick and hard, pressing against your entrance. The anticipation is almost unbearable as he lines himself up with you, his breath ragged with need.

Without any more warning, Seungcheol thrusts into you, filling you completely in one swift motion. The stretch is intense, and you can't help but gasp, your fingers digging into the arm of the sofa. His cock feels impossibly thick inside you, every inch of him stretching you deliciously.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Seungcheol groans, his voice laced with pleasure.

He begins to move, each thrust deep and powerful, hitting you in all the right places. The sound of skin slapping against skin, and the moisty sounds of your wet cunt, fills the room, mingling with your gasps and his moans. His free hand slides down your body, finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles.

In that position, you could feel Seungcheol hitting that sweet spot again and again. The angle was perfect, and each thrust made you see stars. You sobbed against the couch, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations coursing through your body.

Seungcheol's lips brushed against your ear, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "I always find it, don't I?" he brags, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust. "Doesn't matter the time, the position... I always find it."

You can only respond with strangled moans. Every single thrust is so sharp, so deep, you feel like you're being split in half. Your walls clench around him involuntarily, heightening the sensation for both of you.

"Fuck, fuck," you stutter, your voice barely more than a whimper. "fuck this pussy... ughh, it's so good, please don't stop!"

Seungcheol pulls you by your hair, making you moan through gritted teeth. His chest presses against your back, the position making it difficult for you to moan loudly. His other hand flickers over your clit, his fingers moving so fast that your mind goes blank. Your legs quiver pathetically, unable to handle the overwhelming pleasure.

The intensity of his touch, combined with the relentless thrusting, sends you spiraling into anr orgasm. Your body convulses with pleasure, your walls clamping down around him as you scream his name. Seungcheol groans, feeling your tightness increase, driving him to the edge.

"That's it," he growls in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Cum for me. I want to feel you creaming around this cock."

And you do. You lose yourself in the sensation, your body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

Seungcheol wasn’t done with you yet. Just as you thought you couldn’t handle any more, he flipped you around. Your hips rested on the arm of the sofa while your upper body collapsed onto the cushions, leaving you in an awkward, yet perfect position for him. He knelt down, his face level with your dripping core.

You screamed from the sensitivity, your legs instinctively trying to close around his head. But Seungcheol held you still, his grip firm and unyielding. His mouth latched onto your clit greedily, sucking and licking with fervor. The sensation was overwhelming, your body convulsing with each flick of his tongue.

“Seungcheol, please,” you whimpered, the overstimulation making you tremble. Your legs quivered, desperate to close, but his strong hands kept them apart.

He was relentless, his tongue swirling under the hood of your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. You arched your back, pushing your hips against his mouth, needing more even as you felt like you were about to break.

His mouth was sloppy and wet, every movement precise and determined. You clenched around nothing, your body aching to be filled again, but he was focused on driving you over the edge with just his mouth. The intensity was too much, and you felt another orgasm building quickly.

“Fuck, Seungcheol,” you cried out, your voice trembling with desperation. "G-good! Yes, yes, yes!" 

He didn’t stop. He continued to devour you, his tongue working magic on your sensitive clit. Your cries grew louder, your body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure became too much to bear. You were completely at his mercy, lost in the sensations he was giving you.

With a final, powerful suck, you shattered. Your body convulsed, a scream ripping from your throat as you came hard, your legs clamping around his head despite his attempts to hold them still. Seungcheol drank you in, his tongue never slowing, drawing out every last wave of your orgasm until you were left trembling and breathless.

Finally, he pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. 

Seungcheol moved, positioning himself above you, his heavy cock resting on your belly. The weight of it making you gasp, anticipation bubbling up inside you. He began to stroke himself, his hand moving up and down his slick, creamy shaft. The wet noises filled the room, mingling with the sounds of your heavy breathing.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. You obeyed, your eyes locking onto his. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear, but you held it, watching every move he made.

His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to touch himself, his hand moving faster. His mouth opened, releasing the filthiest moans you’d ever heard, each one sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. You could see the raw pleasure on his face, the way his body tensed and relaxed with each stroke.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered, his voice strained. “Just like that. Keep looking at me.”

You did, your eyes never leaving his, even as your body trembled with the aftershocks of your orgasm. The sight of him, so lost in his own pleasure, was almost enough to push you over the edge again. You could see every detail – the way his muscles tightened, the way his cock pulsed in his hand, the way his mouth fell open as he moaned your name.

His hand moved faster, the sounds growing louder, wetter. You could feel his cock twitching against your skin, and you knew he was close. The sight of him, so vulnerable and raw, was almost too much to bear. You watched as his eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips.

His moans grew louder, more desperate, and you could see the moment he reached his peak. His body tensed, his hand moving erratically as he came, thick ropes of cum spilling onto your belly. His eyes never left yours, the connection between you intense and unbroken.

Seungcheol's eyes fluttered closed as he stood still, his chest heaving as he regulated his breath. You watched him, feeling the warmth and intimacy of the moment settle over you like a soft blanket. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and looked at you with a tender, almost reverent expression.

Gently, he reached out and lifted you, his strong arms cradling you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. He adjusted your position, making sure you were comfortable before he began to carry you towards the bathroom.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. He always insisted on aftercare, claiming it was essential, and you couldn’t agree more. It was these moments of tenderness and care that made you feel cherished and safe.

As he carried you, you nestled your head against his shoulder, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a comforting lullaby. The bathroom light flickered on, casting a warm glow over the room. Seungcheol set you down gently on the edge of the bathtub, his hands lingering on your skin for a moment longer than necessary, as if reluctant to let go.

He turned on the tap, adjusting the water temperature before filling a soft washcloth with warm, soapy water. Kneeling in front of you, he began to clean you with gentle, meticulous care, his touch light and reassuring. The warm water and his soothing touch eased the lingering tension from your body, leaving you feeling relaxed and cared for.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

"I'm okay," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "More than okay."

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good."

As he continued to clean you, his movements were slow and deliberate, each stroke of the washcloth a reminder of how much he cared for you. When he was satisfied that you were clean, he helped you into a soft, fluffy towel, wrapping it around you with the same tender care he had shown throughout.

Seungcheol then quickly cleaned himself up before guiding you back to the bedroom. He pulled back the covers and helped you into bed, tucking the blanket around you before sliding in beside you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

As you lay in Seungcheol's arms, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. Despite the events of the evening, you felt safe and loved in his embrace, and for now, that was enough.

You murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "We'll talk when we wake up, okay?"

Seungcheol tightened his arms around you, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "Okay," he agreed, his voice filled with understanding.

With that silent agreement, you both drifted off to sleep, the warmth and comfort of each other's presence lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

However, as the afternoon grows, the sounds from the city echoes, disturbing the quiet stillness of the room, your phone buzzes softly on the bedside table, jolting you awake. You reached for it groggily, blinking away the remnants of sleep as you squinted at the screen.

It was a message from Joshua.

"Did it work?" he asked, his words tinged with curiosity.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you typed out your response.

"It worked." 

[poem-i-wish-i-wrote]

Even in my worst day did I deserve babe, all the hell you gave me?

pairing: Lando Norris x reader summery: He want to come back to you, but the love in his eyes doesn't measure up to the pain you went through. Warnings: A little bit too angsty

It was hot inside the club. Your vision was getting blurry. “You look so cute babe” he twirled you around in the dress he bought you yesterday. Kissing your nose after pulling you towards him by your waist. 

This isn’t happening right now.

“Lando stop” You say laughing hysterically  as he keeps tickling you. “I won’t until you say it back.” He says attacking your sides. He just said “I love you” for the first time and your reply was “I’ll get back to you in 3-5 business days.” You both are giggling like kids. “Say it” he shouts on top of your giggles. “I love you too!!” you shout back giggling. 

You tear your eyes from his face, his standing across the dance floor. He noticed you too. You turn around and look at the shot glass in front of you.

The sound of cheering hitting your eardrums. Your eyes are burning from tears. There is chaos of celebration around you. But you can’t register any of that. All that is in your head is that the boy that is running towards your arm after his victory. He picks you up and spins you around before crushing his lips into yours.

You pick the flowers in the field where you arranged your picnic date to surprise him. You put each of them in his hair. “Darling, you’re going to be the death of me.” he whispers with the lovesick look in his eyes before pressing a kiss on your temple.

You drank the shot very aggressively, before signalling the waiter for another one. Maybe the alcohol could stop the flashbacks from coming. 

You turn around again and see him still looking at you from where he stood. Gosh it made your stomach turn. He looked so good under the neon light of the dance floor. With the top two buttons of his navy blue shirt unbuttoned, with his hair messed up like that. You missed him so much.

You turn around again. You missed his voice, you missed his smell, you missed him calling your name, you missed the way he looked at you, you missed looking into his eyes. You missed his touch, his lips, missed his infuriating humour, that smile. Damn it, it’s been months. You should have moved on by now.

Your best friend comes close to you. She knows what was going on in your head. She saw the boy walk in. “Let’s show him what he lost.”

Your lips curl into half a smile, before you take the next shot. It’s been months and yes you missed him too, but you hate the way he hurt you. Fading from your life slowly. Ignoring you, and acting like it was no big deal. Not replying, not calling, two word answers, flirting with every woman around. Then just disappearing altogether. He stopped interacting with you at all. The breakup never happened at one point. He slowly faded until you couldn’t find him anywhere. Except that he was everywhere. 

He was all around your existence. Everywhereyou looked, around your apartment, on the streets, not to mention on the whole internet. 

And to make things worse, that  asshole would post stories with other people in the places that were special for you two in clearly  a very “stab to the heart’’.

So you hate him as much as you miss him. Your immense love for that man over the course of months turned into rage. 

And You finally started to get over it. You’re not ruining months of being strong just because his stupid face showed up. You turned around and took your friend's hand and she led you towards the dance floor.

You were out with a bunch of friends today. After you've been distant from everyone due to heartbreak, you finally started to socialise again. Going out with friends, being active on your socials. You worked real damn hard to heal yourself.

You danced through the night to the beat of music. When you went back for drinks  you saw Max making his way towards you Your friend Emily. “Hey Y/n! Emily!” You finished the drink before turning around and plastering the biggest, fakest smile on your face. “Max!” You called back, hugging the boy. You really were happy to see Max, but you would be much happier if your ex was trailing behind him. Gosh did you want to punch him, or to run into his arms. But all you did was stand a little straight.

You looked at Lando and smiled sweetly but made sure he knew how fake the smile was. He looked very nervous. “Hey” he said cautiously. “Hi,” you said, the smile not weavering for a min before turning back to Max who was catching up with Emily now. 

You chat with Max for a bit as he orders a drink, completely ignoring Lando. He just stands there awkwardly. Once the conversation was done Lando coughed to get your attention.

“Y/n can we talk?” you turn towards him with an expression that makes him want to dig a hole and die in it. “Sorry, But i don’t think we have anything to talk about. Please, excuse me.” You say trying to walk past him back towards the dance floor.

He quickly grabs your wrist. “Y/n please! Just hear me out.” You look at him and then your hand.

“Lando let go of my hand.” you say through gritted teeths. “Please, just listen.” 

Something inside you snaps, the months of hurt, pain and anger coursing through your veins. You snatched your hand back and sneered at him. “Go ahead, say it.” “I- Y/n I’m so sorry about how I treated you.” “Huh” A half chuckle leaves your throat in disbelief.

“You're sorry? That’s all you have to say?Damn you Norris, I hope you are fucking sorry.” Your voice comes out higher than you wished for it to.

“Let me explain. I was mad and I- I pushed you away.” “And pray tell why you were mad?” “You know why.” He says with an infuriating expression on his face. “You know why I was mad.”

“DID I?? DID I KNOW??” you were really yelling at this point. The club was really loud, But the people around you were terrified of how angry you sounded.

“You know you did.”

“So what you are saying is that it was my fault? That I should have known? Even when Asked multiple times if you were okay with it. Even when I apologised hundreds of times, Even when I did everything I could do to make things between us more comfortable for you.”

 You know what Lando was indicating, A month and half before Lando started to act out, he and some of your friends got into a fight. The fight had nothing to do with you but it was bad. And It put you in a horrible position. But you did your best. You apologised for your friends’ behaviour to him and he said it wasn’t your fault, but he still held it against you in his head. You put distance between you and your friends so he wouldn’t be so uncomfortable. Even though It put you in a very compromising and uncomfortable position, you tried to handle the situation the best you could.

“ You know I don’t like them. You know how jealous I get about them. It boils my blood to see you with them. But I would never tell you to ditch your friends.”

“That’s really how you are going to justify this? You were jealous?  You hate my friends, so you slowly but painfully shut me off?” You let another frustrated sound in disbelief.

He now looked desperately at your eyes. “Look, I know I didn’t handle it very well. You know how I get when I’m jealous. It wasn’t your fault. I was just mad and I felt like  you didn’t prioritise me.”

Oh the audacity of this man

Even Max wanted to punch him after he said that last line. Anyone who was around you two during your relationship knew how much you cared for that boy. You would run to the other side of the world leaving everything behind the minute he needed you. You always tried your best to do right by him. Fuck, you were in love with him. But at what cost? Just to hear you didn’t prioritise him at the end?

“I can’t believe you” you spat out.

“Y/n please, give us another chance. I’ve been miserable without you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I love you know that, I know you do too.” It was true. No matter how much of an asshole he was to you. You knew he loved you. You never doubted that. He just was an asshole about it. And you loved him too. Even after months of this agony you still loved him. But dammit it hurts. He hurt you in the worst way possible. He loved you but it didn’t measure up to the pain he caused, the sleepless night, the self doubt, the self loathing. It wasn’t enough.

“Give you another chance? That’s what you want? After all that you did? Of course I love you. I loved you from the very first. I loved you with my whole heart and you went ahead and broke it to pieces. I didn’t fucking deserve that. And you just want me to forget all that. It doesn’t work that way Norris.” You shook your head.

“Y/n I love you. Please” he pleaded while taking your hands into his. You looked him in the eye. You wanted to melt into his arms and you almost did. You loved him too but that didn’t matter anymore.

“I love you,” he said one more time. “That doesn’t change anything. Goodbye, Norris” That's all you said before turning away and leaving. 

Author's note: This took a different turn then i intended. This is very much based on my own experience. A situation I was in a month ago. And I wish I handled the situation the way my main character does here. But being the soft idiot I am I let them back in. Which I regret sometimes. So while writing this.....got carried away and started projecting. Sorry about that, but hope you enjoy my misery. This was more like a rant or a therapy session for me. Also sent request I'm all out of ideas. Love you, hope you like this.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

i know u have a gazillion requests but what if we spice up that Carlos fic? if you decide to do a pt 3. maybe Carlos is once again is frustrated because of the penalty after a good quali and has sex with Rebecca cuz he can't find the model. a lil angst

It’s no secret, I’m in an angsty kinda writing mood at the moment 😅 I also forgot who was meant to be the toxic one...and now it's both of them.

Lady in Red (3) || CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, cheating, manipulation WC: 1.5k

One || Two || Three || Four

You had been called away to work just before qualifying finished. You and half a dozen other models were asked to stand behind the top three drivers and wave feather fans for the cameras while an Elvis impersonator pumped out his signature dance moves. 

From your position you could see the frustration on Carlos’ face. He had qualified second fastest yet he was going to have to start from 12th on the grid. You weren’t the only person in the area upset by the 10 place penalty and the Ferrari supporters were making their opinion known as they chanted for Carlos.

“Alright, sweethearts, we need you over at the Bellagio for some promo shots and then you’re free for the night,” one of the headset-clad organisers said to the group you were with before checking her watch. “Or should I say morning.”

The drive back from the Bellagio to the paddock seemed to take hours with the road closures and checkpoints, but finally you made it back. Knowing Carlos would be waiting somewhere for you, you scanned each floor to find him before heading straight to the top.

“Fuck, mi amor, this is what I need,” Carlos moaned. 

You froze at the sordid scene you had walked in on. Neither one saw you in the doorway of the darkened room, their backs to you as Carlos bent Rebecca over the desk and pounded into her. He curled her hair around his fist and pulled back so to expose the pleasure painted on her face. 

You didn’t even notice you were crying until a droplet fell from your cheek to land on your breast, the feather girl outfit he enjoyed on full display. You suddenly hated how exposed you felt in the ridiculous costume. It was almost as ridiculous as you - for thinking a man like him could change. 

“Take it, cariña, take it,” he stammered as you recognised the pinch of his brow. He was close. He was close to finishing and you were more than done with seeing it. 

You were conscious of your footsteps as you retreated from the room and descended downstairs. You just needed to make it to your dressing room so you could get your stuff and go. 

“Hey,” Charlotte called out as she caught your arm and pulled you to a stop with a friendly smile. “Carlos was looking for you earlier. Did you find him?”

“Yeah, I did,” you whispered, quickly wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Don’t bother drafting up the breakup post.”

Her smile dimmed as confusion replaced it. “What breakup post?”

“Huh,” you laughed humorlessly as you shook your head at your stupidity. “The one Carlos clearly didn’t talk to you about. God, I am a fucking idiot.”

You left the track, heading straight back to your hotel room and before you even reached the room you saw Carlos’ name come up on your phone. You sent him straight to voicemail, again and again.

You barely slept as you thought about how humiliated you felt. You wanted to get him back but you weren’t innocent yourself. You knew your career would be over if you outed the relationship you had with Carlos, even if it made you feel better momentarily. No, you weren’t going to bloody your hands for him, there was already a stain on your soul for what you had knowingly done.

You were a survivor and you were smarter than your recent actions showed. You knew things about Carlos that he had been foolish enough to share in the unburdened state that came after sharing his bed. You were going to use it to your advantage and do what you did best, be the envy of every man.

You had turned your phone off when you arrived at the paddock for the race but it was going to be impossible to ignore Carlos when you were assigned to the Ferrari team. 

“Stacy, swap with me?” you begged as she waited for Charles to escort him to the grid. “Pleeeease.”

“Whatever, French boys aren’t my thing anyway,” she said with a grin before heading next door to Carlos’ side. 

“I’m not French,” Charles corrected as he stepped out of his room. “I’m Monégasque.”

“Today, you’re pole,” you said with a grin as you offered your elbow out to him. “Ready to go?”

You didn’t glance in Carlos’ direction as you accompanied Charles out onto the grid. You didn’t even have to fake enjoying the company as you found the Monégasque had a good sense of humour and made you laugh the entire way. 

From the slamming of Carlos’ car door you knew you were getting to him. Carlos’ fear was losing to his team mate and he was sick of always being compared to Charles Leclerc. 

Carefully angling the feather fan to hide your faces from the jealous driver, you leant in and wished Charles good luck for the race. To the fans, you were clearly talking, but to Carlos? He would always think the worst.

Charles was high with adrenaline when he arrived at the Bellagio after coming second place. It wasn’t the win he was obviously hoping for but you could see how happy he was with the result. 

“So, you like Charles now, huh?” Stacy whispered as she stood as you did, a fake smile on your faces as you lined the interview stage. 

You cast her a quick side glance and winked. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I know why you wanted to swap, Carlos acts like a fucking baby. He practically trashed his garage after Charlotte spoke to him about something. God, I wish I could have heard what that conversation was about.”

“Hmm, me too,” you said with a sick sense of delight as the interviews wrapped up. “Oh, finally, almost time to party.”

“You must be happy, proving Carlos wrong,” you teased Charles as you escorted him back to the Rolls Royce he arrived in. 

His steps faltered and he slowed his walk as his other podium finishers drifted further ahead. “What do you mean?”

“Well, he’s been telling everyone how much better a driver he is compared to you,” you stated with a shrug. It was an exaggeration, you had overheard him complaining to his father in the garage. “But you showed him.”

“A better driver?” Charles scoffed. “He is full of shit.”

He seemed to be in deep contemplation as he walked silently, until he reached the car and turned to you. “You should come to the after party.”

Carlos had already added you to the invite list but you smiled and batted your lashes as Charles. “Are you asking me?”

He blushed and laughed at himself as he nodded. “Would you like to come to the after party with me?”

“You don’t have a girlfriend do you?”

“No,” he laughed warmly. “I wouldn’t be asking to take you if I did.”

“Then I would love to go with you.” You gave him your room number that was conveniently in the same hotel as him, since both Ferrari drivers stayed in the same one. 

You already had the perfect dress waiting in your room and as you stood in front of the mirror you had to admit you looked stunning. The red dress was tailored to your body and the plunging neckline was risque and exactly what you envisioned it to be. You couldn’t wait to see Carlos’ face when you walked into the party on his teammate's arm.

“Hey,” you greeted as you opened the door after the knock, but it wasn’t who you expected to see on the other side. “Carlos, what are you doing here?”

His jaw fell slack, lips parting, as his eyes trailed down your body. “Mios dios, hermosa.”

You held your hand out, planting it on his chest as he stepped forward to kiss you. “Woah there, buddy, not happening.”

“Why not? Why have you been ignoring me?” he asked with genuine confusion.

“I saw you fucking Rebecca last night after Qualifying.”

He looked a little sheepish as he scratched the back of his heated neck. “I couldn’t find you.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better when you call her ‘mi amor’ too?”

“I didn’t mean it, I-I was thinking about you,” his eyes widened as his voice went up a pitch. “I swear.”

You nodded sympathetically as you rubbed his arm. “Of course, like you were thinking about me when you didn’t have that chat with Charlotte. Yeah, I know you didn't, so just go back to your girlfriend.”

“But I want you,” he pouted as he bowed his head and looked up with big brown puppy dog eyes.

“But I don’t want you. Not anymore.” You gave him a push and he ceded the space in your doorway as the  elevator across the hall opened and Charles stepped out looking good in a pair of jeans and a fitted shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. “Hey handsome,” you greeted him with a smile as you grabbed a black clutch with your phone and money. “Perfect timing.”

“You are breathtaking,” he said after a few blinks to recover from the sight of you. He smiled as he brushed past Carlos to kiss your cheek, ignoring the Spaniard completely. “Ready to go, chérie?”

You took his hand and sent a dark smile in Carlos’ direction as you passed by. “See you around, red man.”

Click here for part four.

[hope-drunk]

SO HOT YOU'RE HURTING MY FEELINGS

| you and abby broke up a month ago, she creates a plan to get you back.

| wc: 3.5k

| content warnings: 18+ MDNI! set in modern day, alcohol, f!reader, strap usage (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), pet names, abby's a little mean if you squint, a bit angsty, barely proofread.

| a/n: inspired by the song 'so hot you're hurting my feelings' by caroline polachek

You didn’t know much, but you did know one thing; Abby Anderson shouldn’t be messed with. You two had broken it off over a slight argument, you didn’t understand why she couldn’t see your side of the story and accept that you weren’t flirting back with her teammate. When you two had the argument over it, the floodgates opened, and you and Abby had laid it all out on the table. By the end of it, you had stormed out of her apartment and went back to yours, finalizing the breakup with a text. You hadn’t talked to her since. The ‘we’re over’ text had been left on read for over a month.

It didn’t stop the hurt though, you looked back through the messages everyday, even though they made you slightly cringe now. It had all been so simple. You spent every second together, and when you weren’t together, there were hundreds of texts to make up for it. You honestly didn’t know how you were still breathing, you missed her more than anything. The rage wore off after the first week, and you haven’t been able to bounce back. But tonight you were dragged to a party by your roommate, and you figured, why not, it was fine to get a little drunk to deal with your feelings every once in a while. 

The idea was that you’d be set free by the alcohol; to let loose a little. And you did! You had fun for a solid forty-seven minutes before the fun was disrupted. The second your and Abby’s song turned onto the loud speakers, you were done for. You walk off into the open bathroom and sit down onto the closed lid of the toilet. Your head falls into your hands. The song had sobered you up quick. You take your phone out of your skirt pocket to do what you usually do when you get reminded of Abby, ready to open the instagram app and scroll along her profile, and you would’ve been content doing that, until your phone lights up with a text from her. You open it immediately. 

“What the fuck?” You mumble. 

You scroll through the multiple photos she’s sent you; all of her at the gym, flexing her muscles. She starts typing, and you feel your heart drop to your stomach.

sorry, wrong person.

You can’t help the scoff that comes out of your mouth. “Seriously?” You say, again, only to yourself.

You don’t give her a response, simply setting your phone on the sink and rubbing a hand over your face. It’s like she knew. She knew you were tipsy and about to stalk her. She knew that you heard the stupid song that you danced around her apartment to. You swear it was a secret sense of hers. 

After about ten minutes, you go back out into the party; beelining for the alcohol table. You pour the liquid into a plastic red cup, estimating what you think would be a shot, and send it down the hatch. You were entirely too sober to deal with this situation.

“Hey there, you alright?” Your roommate yells over the loud music.

“She fucking sent me pictures, of her– of her muscles.” You say, now that you were standing, the alcohol started to have its effects again. 

“What? Seriously? I’m sorry. Why, exactly?”

“I don’t know, she said wrong person.” you try not to let the tears escape your eyes, not wanting to cause a scene.

“Okay, well, fuck. That’s kind of worse. Did you text her back?” She says, giving you a panicked look.

“Of course not, what am I supposed to say?”

“It’s gonna be alright, let’s just have fun, okay?” She smiles at you, trying to reassure you of her words.

You nod your head and she moves you back onto the dance floor. Again, with the alcohol in your system, you start to have a good time again. You dance and laugh and have fun; you don’t even check your phone. You don’t keep track of how much you keep drinking, but you’re sporting a hefty buzz by the time you sit down on the couch for a break. Your head spins as you pull out your phone to check the time. The bright 2:13 stares back at you, and then your attention is caught by a notification on your phone, Abby has refollowed you on instagram. You groan, hadn’t she done enough tonight? 

Suddenly, you felt the overwhelming urge to call her, even though you know you shouldn’t. You were doing so good, so good! And a few pictures and an instagram notification were enough to convince drunk-you that calling her was a good idea. You walk down the staircase of the apartment complex and go outside to the picnic table that sits in front of the building. You recognize some people from the party smoking, but you don’t pay them any mind. You open Abby’s contact on your phone. Your finger hovers over the call button. Should you really do this? Should you reopen this wound that you were working so hard to close? But on the otherhand, should Abby be allowed to fuck with you like this? No, no. She had to know that she needed to stop. You press the call button and bring your phone to your ear, listening to it ring.

She picks up after the third ring, “Um, hello?”

“Yeah, hi. I need you to stop. I don’t want to see pictures of you being hot at the gym and I don’t want you to follow me on instagram. We’re done, so I don’t know why you’d send me pictures and when I don’t respond you follow me again. I really– I can’t do this, okay?” You ramble into the phone, the alcohol gives you more courage than you would’ve had sober.

“Okay, well, the photos were an accident–”

“Bullshit,” you cut her off. “That’s bullshit. And I know it is, because I know you.”

“Are you drunk right now?

“I’m at a party, yeah. That’s why I need you to stop. I’m having fun.”

“I’m coming to get you.” You hear a muffled noise of bed sheets being pushed off her body.

“No, you’re not. You don’t know where I am.” You say smugly.

“You think I don’t get invited to the same parties that you do, sweetheart? I’m on my way.” Abby says, she hangs up the phone directly after so you can’t talk back.

You feel hot all over. The anger and the alcohol heat you up. You already regret the call, and now you have to deal with telling your roommate that Abby is coming to get you. You decide to text her instead of telling her to her face. The alcohol gave you confidence, but not enough to tell her that you were being picked up by the girl who’d left you bedridden for two days.

so, funny story, abby is on her way to pick me up, sorry. see u later ok?

You put your phone back into your pocket after sending the message, not daring to pull it back out once it starts vibrating. You sit on the table and wait for Abby’s car to pull up in front of the building. You will yourself to sober up before seeing her. You know that your mouth will betray you if you try to speak to her while you’re drunk. You also know that you won’t be as brave as you were over the phone. Talking shit behind the screen is one thing, but being face to face with Abby is another. She’s so intimidating, even now. Her height and her build, the calm expression she has on her face at all times. The most you could get out of her was a jaw twitch, and that was only if you had been arguing for a few hours. 

You hear her car before you see it; her brakes have always been squeaky. She pulls up fast, having to slam on the brakes to fully stop in front of you. It seems like she hasn’t forgotten her manners, because before you can open the door of her car, she’s getting out of the driver’s seat and opening it for you. Once you sit down, she even buckles your seatbelt. Honestly, she was making it really hard to stay mad. The action almost makes you cry again. 

She walks back to her side and gets in, putting the car in drive and speeding off. You turn your legs towards the door and put your chin in your hand. Abby scoffs at the childish action, but doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have music playing on the radio, so all you hear is the wind rustling through the open windows. Your hair flies back and forth, and you make a big display of trying to smooth it down. Abby's hair is always in a braid, so she doesn’t see a problem with driving like this.

Before you know it, you’re pulling into a parking spot at Abby’s apartment complex. This time you’re quicker than her, unbuckling the seatbelt and opening the car door. 

“I don’t want to come in.” You say. “I thought you were taking me to my place.” A lie, you figured she would bring you here, but you were scared to go in; scared of the memories it would bring up.

“You’re coming inside, so…” She trails off, waving her hand towards the door.

Your eyes well up, you look down at your feet so she doesn’t see. “Can you just take me home, please?” 

“No, get inside. We need to talk.” The voice she uses sobers you up quicker than anything else ever could.

When you walk into her apartment, you take a seat on her dark brown couch. She walks to the kitchen and gets you a bottle of water, taking the lid off and handing it to you once she’s back into the living room. She sits on a chair across from you, putting her elbows onto her thighs and watching you greedily gulp down the water. 

It does help your head feel a bit clearer, “Thank you.” You say to her.

“Let’s talk,” she says.

“About what, Abby?”

“About why we should get back together.”

You laugh at her, it’s loud and obnoxious; one only she could pull from you. “Why would we do that?”

“Because I know you, and I know you miss me. I miss you too. I miss having you here every second and I miss texting you when you’re not here.”

“Okay, so, that’s not how this is going to work. You can’t just say you miss me without addressing why we broke up in the first place.”

She moves her chair closer to you. “And why did we break up in the first place?”

You scoff, “Because you’re possessive, and you have a jealousy issue. I talked to Mara for three seconds and we had a three hour long argument over it.”

“You used to like how possessive I was, you said it was one of your favorite things about me.”

“I did like it, I liked it when you were subtle with it. What I don’t like is getting crucified for speaking to another girl.”

“Crucified, really? God, you’re fucking dramatic.”

You huff; take another sip of your water. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to come in.” You mumble.

“Speak up for me, please. Y’know I hate it when you mumble.” Abby says, her patience running thin.

“I said that this is why I didn’t want to come in. I knew it would just be the fight all over again. I didn’t do anything wrong. She asked me how my classes were going, Abby.”

“Yeah, she also asked other girls on the team how serious we were, because she was trying to get in your fucking pants.” Abby snips, getting up out of the chair so that she can pace around.

Your mouth opens and closes. You hadn’t known that Mara was talking about you like that. She had flirted with you in the past. She was in your major, so you saw her around your lecture halls and at various parties hosted by other people you had in common. You had flirted back a few times, but it was nothing serious, just some fun banter at a few parties. She had stopped once you and Abby became official, so you thought that was the end of it. Obviously, it wasn’t.

You clear your throat, “Okay, I didn’t know that.”

“But you knew that she tried to before.”

“Abby, I’m serious when I say that nothing ever happened between us, and especially not when we were together. Do you actually believe I would cheat on you?”

Abby puts her hands on her hips and lets out a sigh, “No, I don’t.”

“So why did you fight with me over someone else’s actions?”

She sits back down in the chair. “I don’t know.”

You go and stand in front of her, she doesn’t look up at you, so you crouch down on the floor.

After a while, she speaks, “Maybe I do have a jealousy problem.”

You laugh, and she cracks a smile. “Yeah, I think you do.”

“I’m sorry, really.” She says, making sure to look directly into your eyes. “I mean it. I fucked up, but I wanna fix it. I do miss you, a lot.”

“I miss you too.” You admit. It’s quiet again, Abby brushes your hair off of your face. You can’t help but lean into her touch, her large palm is warm; it feels familiar, it feels like home. You blink up at her, “Are you going to admit that the photos were for me?”

She laughs and sniffles, you hadn’t even realized she had started crying. “Yeah, whatever. They were for you.”

You look down and laugh again. “God, I missed that sound.” Abby says.

She pulls you off the ground and places you in her lap. You touch your forehead to hers, staring intently into her eyes, her pupils seem to have expanded since earlier this evening, and you’re sure yours were just as large. You brush your nose against hers and lean your face down. If either of you were to twitch, your lips would touch.

“We gonna do this?” Abby says, barely above a whisper. Scared that if she talked louder you’d get spooked and run away.

“Make up sex sounds good to me.” You agree.

It feels like there’s a different Abby now. A hungry wolf that’s been waiting to be set free. She kisses you with such force that you move back on her lap. If she didn’t have her hands holding you up, you might’ve fallen off. Your hips grind down into her by instinct, trying to search for some friction to soothe the ache between your legs. Abby pushes your hips down onto her thigh and rolls them, forcing you to grind on the strong muscle. She doesn’t stop kissing you even for a second. You think if Abby had a superpower, it would be sex. 

Suddenly she’s standing, you wrap your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck; she still doesn’t break the kiss. She brings you into her bedroom, and you feel your eyes well up with tears. The wave of relief it sends through you is insane. You didn’t know if you’d ever be back in this room, under Abby. You didn’t know if you’d ever see her pillows or her closet again. It sounds silly, but you’ve truly missed everything about her.

She pulls away panting, “Why y’crying, baby?”

“I don’t know. Missed you; missed this room.”

She smiles and leans back down for a kiss, it’s less heated; more loving. She pushes the shirt you’re wearing up and places kisses down your stomach. You gasp as she lightly drags her tongue right above where your skirt starts. Your hips lift, urging her to take it off; urging her to get closer to where you need her.

“Gonna make it up to you, okay? Gonna make you feel so fucking good, not even gonna remember why we broke up.”

“Okay, please.” You say back to her. You place your hand on the top of her head, slowly unraveling the tight braid she has in. 

She doesn’t even take the time to take off the black maxi skirt you have on, just pushes it up your legs and takes off your panties. She stares at your cunt for a few seconds. You can feel her hot breath fanning over it. A whine falls from your lips; and suddenly she’s licking a stripe up your slit.

A moan comes from your chest. You haven’t been touched the whole month, not even by yourself. Every time you tried to masturbate, you just thought about sex with Abby, which only made you upset. You snap out of your thoughts when you feel Abby suck on your clit, it sends you reeling. You push her face further into you, and your thighs close in on her head. The noises you’re making are absurd. You’re sure her neighbors are going to leave a note on the door, but at this moment you couldn’t care less.

It’s embarrassing how fast the coil gets tight in your stomach.

“Fuck– Abby, think I’m gonna–” you can’t get a full sentence out. The words begin and end on your tongue.

She pulls her mouth away and presses her fingers into your clit, rubbing tight circles on it. “Already, bunny? Just got started.”

“I know.” It comes out whiner than you wanted it to. “I know, I’m sorry. Just feels so good.” 

“That’s alright, sweetheart. Come when you wanna, I’ll be right here.” Her mouth reconnects with your cunt.

You think it’s about ten seconds before you’re coming. You let the tears fall freely for the first time tonight. You feel so happy, your chest gets tight. Your hips grind into Abby’s mouth. She’s always been like this; staying latched onto your cunt until your orgasm is done. You cry out at the overstimulation once you’re back on Earth. She removes her mouth to shush you, pressing more kisses to your neck and moving your hair off of your sweaty forehead. Your head is reeling, your vision is blurry. 

Abby comes up and kisses you on your cheek. “You want the strap?”

A wave of arousal flows through you at the mention of it, “Would it be make up sex without it?” 

She laughs and gets off the bed, going to her closet to retrieve the box where it’s stored. She strips while she’s over there, and puts her clothes in the dirty laundry. Always so neat, can never have anything out of place. Once she gets it settled on her waist, she comes back over to you. 

“You ready, baby?”

You nod your head.

“Words, please.” She gives you a soft smile. “You forget your manners?”

“No,” you say, voice hoarse from the moaning. “I’m ready, Abby.”

She lines up the strap with your hole, and gently eases it in. You pant. You didn’t forget your manners, but you did forget how good the stretch feels. She bottoms out; the strap kisses the sweet spot inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

“Is this okay?” She asks. She’s staring down at where her hips meet yours and you can tell she’s fighting off the urge to thrust into you until you answer her.

“Yes, can you just– please move.” 

Abby doesn’t need to be asked twice. Her hips grind into yours with all the force in the world. You can tell that the strap is hitting her clit because of the grunts she’s letting out. The room feels humid at this point, and you’re sure it stinks of sex.

“You’re mine, yeah? No one else can ever have you.”

“You have–” you’re interrupted by a moan as she starts rubbing at your clit again. “You have a jealousy problem.”

Abby scoffs, “Gonna give me fucking attitude right now? When I’ve got my cock buried in this pretty little pussy?” 

You whimper at your words. You always get off on Abby telling you off. You love how dominating she is. You love watching her brows raise when you say something questionable. You can’t help but rile her up.

“You do, it’s bad. You need to work on it.”

“Stop being a brat and come on my fucking cock.”

Her words send you over the edge, this time further than you think you’ve ever been. She follows you soon after, keeping the strap buried in you while her orgasm washes over her. When you both come back, she’s fallen beside you, the silicone lays on the floor. She breathes deeply beside you. 

“So…” You say.

“So what, baby?” Abby says. She decides you’re too far away and pulls you into her chest.

“Are we back together?”

She laughs at you, really laughs. Like you’ve just said the funniest thing in the world. “Are you seriously asking me that?”

You start laughing too, “Well, I don’t know!”

“Yeah, we’re back together.”

Your smile widens and you hide your face in her chest, suddenly embarrassed by the question that slipped out. 

“Okay, well good.” You say.

You drift off like that, content to be back in Abby’s arms. Happy to be home.

[vax-merstappen]

keep coming back (mv1)

hi y'all, my first attempt at writing angst!! i feel like max verstappen angst hits different so i wanted to give writing some a try. lmk if you enjoy this and feel free to send fic ideas to my inbox!

summary: you forced max out of your life a few months ago. but when he keeps coming back into it, why can't you get him out of your head?

warning: swearing, alcohol, breakup, angst

Max Verstappen. 3 time world champion. One of the greatest Formula 1 drivers of all time. Red Bull Racing's star. Your ex boyfriend.

With his fame, you found that Max was becoming more and more insufferable to be around. Everything about his life focused at becoming a better driver, fine tuning himself to be even greater than great, a legend in the making. That usually meant that he wouldn't have time for you. Between long hours at the factory, various press appearances around the globe, and spending every spare moment on a simulator, you were in his life but not really in it.

The final straw was when he forgot about your birthday dinner and instead went out with the CEO of one of his sponsors, getting wasted on the company money. You had called him in tears, shouting that you never wanted to see his face again.

You had woken up the next morning to 32 missed calls from Max and a long string of drunken text messages telling you that he would do better. You responded by telling him that you were blocking his number and to stop trying to contact you.

You were done with Max Verstappen.

---

But of course life never goes to plan.

You had a life to live and you weren't going to let the breakup stop you from moving forward. You gathered all your girls to go out to the clubs in Monaco and forget about everything bad that had happened in your lives. You picked out a stunning, sparkly dress and a matching pair of heels, knowing that looking your best would help you feel your best.

Your best friend got an Uber to take you to her favorite club, the one where you all had spent her last birthday dancing until the manager kicked you out. The second you walked through the door, the loud music rushed through you like a breath of fresh air. This was what you needed to forget him.

After a round of shots, you and your friends rushed onto the dance floor. You swayed to the beat, your hands in the air. You screamed the lyrics to the song at your best friend and she screamed them back at you. Eventually, you two were holding hands and spinning in circles laughing, as if nobody could see you.

When the song ended, the group walked back over to the bar to get more drinks. Before you could order, one of your friends suggested you try another one of the other Monaco clubs that she heard celebrities liked to frequent. You happily agreed. What better way to rub it in to your ex than to meet up with a different celebrity?

It was a short trip to the next club and your friend got you in the door so quick that you didn't even bother to see which one it was. The music was just as good as the last one, and you quickly found your best friend whisking you out onto the dance floor again. Your heels were starting to hurt, but that didn't stop you from moving your hips to the rhythm and continuing to scream along to the songs with your best friend.

It was only when the DJ transitioned to a song you didn't know, that you excused yourself from the dance floor and went to grab another drink at the bar. You were having a good time, but you knew more alcohol would make it better.

That was when you saw him.

Of course Max would show up to the same club that you did. You averted your gaze and started trying to blend in with the crowd, but it was too late. He had seen you and was making his way over to where you were standing. You made a move to try to bolt away, but you felt a hand grab your arm.

"Fuck off, Max!" you shouted, trying to push away his arm.

"You're the one who came to my favorite club," he responded. You looked down at the napkin in your hand and mentally cursed when you saw his cat's name on it.

"Didn't mean I wanted to find you here."

You thought you could see him sigh, but the music was too loud for you to know for sure. "Look, when you told me you wanted me out of your life..."

"I meant it," you said, interrupting him before he could get any further. "So go away and let's act like I never saw you here."

The look in his eyes saddened and he let go of your arm. "If that's what you really want."

You peeled away from him before you could change your mind and you beelined for where your friends were standing.

"Let's go. He's here so I don't want to be. here"

Getting the message, your best friend began to lead the group back out of the club. As you walked, you couldn't help but look over your shoulder. He was still standing at the bar staring into an empty glass, the typical confident look that he always had seemingly gone. He looked as handsome as ever, though you wouldn't accept that your thoughts had wandered in that direction.

Fuck him for being so hard to forget.

---

A week later, you had decided to go on a date with a guy who you had met on a dating app. Your heart wasn't really in it, and maybe that wasn't fair to the guy you were meeting, but you needed to get Max out of your head.

Marcel was nice enough, but he had a tendency to ramble on about things you weren't interested in. And worse, he was a Formula 1 fan. You had been pretty private about your relationship with Max, so you knew he wasn't on a date with you to get with Max Verstappen's ex-girlfriend, but it was awkward to hear him go on about how if Charles Leclerc was given a great car, he could rival Max.

The fancy restaurant was the only thing keeping you there. Marcel had told you he would pay and there was no way you were passing up on dessert. Just as your Creme Brulee came out to the table, you happened to see the absolute last person you wanted to see walk into the restaurant and towards the private room at the back.

How did Max keep appearing? Monaco was a small country, sure, but not small enough that you should keep running into him like this.

But as Marcel began to talk about what DRS meant and how it could impact a race, you realized anything would be better than hearing him mansplain a sport you had watched for most of your life. You had deleted his contact from your phone, but his number was still in your call history. You excused yourself from the table and pressed tne call button.

"Hello?"

"I'm in the same restaurant as you. Would you take me home?

"I thought you never wanted to see my face again."

"Maybe that was a bit extreme. I need to get out of here and you're the only one I knew would say yes."

"Who says I am going to say yes?"

"Look, I know you. I know I hurt you when I broke up with you that night. And I know you aren't over it yet."

There was a moment of silence.

"Alright."

You went back to the table and told Marcel it had been great but that you didn't think this was going to go anywhere and that you needed to leave. He began to spew a long string of angry words at you, but halfway through he sputtered to a stop and his eyes went wide.

You felt an arm around your shoulders and you turned to see Max standing there. You couldn't help but smirk at the way he had silenced Marcel.

"Let's go," Max stated, pulling you towards the door. You waved at Marcel and followed your ex out of the restaurant.

"Thank you," you whispered.

"He was so bad that you called me?"

"If I had to listen to him talk about how Lewis Hamilton was robbed of his eighth world championship for much longer, I was going to lose it."

Max snorted. "I must have really surprised him then."

"He didn't know what to do with himself."

You spent the rest of the walk to his car in silence. There were no words that could repair what you had said to Max and what he had done to you. You still were mad at him, but you couldn't help but feel drawn back to him. After all, he was still the only person you knew would answer every time you called and would drop everything to make sure you were safe.

When you sat down in the passenger's seat, you took a deep breath. "Look, about what I said..."

"Don't."

"I just want you to know..."

"I said don't. I've been a dead man since you left. Don't give me hope of living now."

"Just let me at least apologize. It was too harsh."

"And I should have been there for you. I was so focused on myself that I forgot about you. I'm sorry."

A moment of silence passed as he pulled into the parking space for his apartment.

"You can't apologize, Max. I'm supposed to hate you."

"And you're supposed to be the one that got away."

You held back a sob that you had been keeping in ever since you broke up. "I don't want to get away."

"And I don't want to be the one you hate."

You pulled yourself together and opened the door to the car, grabbing your purse and stepping onto the street.

"Goodnight, Max."

"Goodnight."

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Another week went by and you couldn't help but keep thinking about what had happened that night. He regretted not making more time for you. And he had felt dead ever since you had left his life. It was hard to hate him when he said things like that.

In one final effort to get Max out of your mind, you decided to get out of Monaco altogether, take a trip to London to visit some family who lived there. You booked a ticket on the first flight out, eager to get out of the place that reminded you of Max as quick as possible.

But fate wouldn't let you go.

Engine issues on the plane was what the woman at the counter told you when you saw your flight was cancelled. No other flights for London were leaving that day and so you were stranded at the airport, unable to get to your destination.

Annoyed at the situation, you posted on your close friends story about what was happening. You got a message from your best friend, commiserating with you about the situation. You saw a text message from an unknown number and you clicked on it.

Max.

Of course you had forgotten to remove him from your close friends. And of course he was flying to London today for some meetings at Red Bull's headquarters. And why wouldn't he have had room on his private jet for you if you wanted it.

It was either wait until the next day to fly out in a cramped economy seat or get on your ex-boyfriend's private jet. The choice was easy.

He had someone escort you to the private terminal of the airport and you soon boarded his jet. As you walked through the plane, he was nowhere in sight. The man who had brought you here had told you to take whatever seat you wanted, and so you picked one that looked unoccupied near the back. You put on your headphones and looked out the window.

A minute later, you felt a tap on your shoulder and looked over to see none other than Max. You knew he would be here because of course it was his jet, but you hadn't expected him to appear so suddenly. You took off your headphones to hear him.

"I was sitting in this one," he said, a look of slight embarrassment on his face.

You mentally screamed. Of course you would accidentally take the seat he was sitting in.

"I'm sorry, I'll just move..." you mumbled, grabbing your bag and starting to walk towards the exact opposite end of the plane.

"Wait!" Max exclaimed. You turned around. "Would you sit across from me? I would like that a lot."

You almost blurted out no, but something in your mind stopped you. This was Max, the man who would drive you home, who missed you, and who cared about you whether he showed it or not.

"Sure," you whispered and slid into the seat across from him. You put your headphones back on and watched as the plane took off and the city grew smaller and smaller beneath you.

The flight was awkward. He was avoiding eye contact with you and you were avoiding it with him. Every once in a while, you both would glance at the person across from you at the same time and lock eyes before immediately looking the other way.

Eventually, you couldn't take it anymore. You pulled off your headphones for the second time. "Max, we need to talk about it. I can't take not having closure anymore. Not after that night a few weeks ago."

"I haven't stopped thinking about it," Max admitted. "The truth is, I want you back so bad. I can't take seeing you live your life without me because of what I did. I fucked it up so bad and I hate myself for it every moment."

"Max..."

"Watching you pull away from me at the club, seeing you on a date with another guy, that killed me. You always used to call me baby and now you just call me Max. I've never hated hearing my own name so much. The fact that you are doing fine without me is so hard to accept."

"Max, I haven't been doing fine without you. I can't get you out of my head no matter how hard I try. I was going to leave the fucking country to get away from you and somehow I end up on your damn plane. Why are you so hard to leave behind? And why does it feel like I don't really want to leave you behind?"

He leaned closer and dropped his voice. "For the record, I hated every time I had to leave you behind for work. It might have seemed like I wanted to go, but I promise it hurt every time."

Tears began to prick your eyes. "You can't tell me that. Then I can't hate you anymore."

"Do you really want to hate me?"

"No," you whispered. "I don't want to hate you, Max."

"I still love you, if you still have anything left in your heart for me."

"I do. But I can't just get back together with you like nothing happened. Like our relationship wasn't falling apart."

Max nodded. "I understand. But I'll be here if you want to try again. I'll always be here for you, even if you don't want to try again."

"Thank you, Max."

And just like that, the man who you wanted nothing to do with ever again had made his way back into your life. And you knew he would keep coming back as long as you would let him do so.

[kayesfanfics]

Need You Now

A/N: THIS IS NOT FINISHED BUT I NEVER WILL FINISH IT. ITS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG BY NOW.

Summary: Songfic of Need You Now by Lady A. You and Striker broke up, but neither of you can stop thinking about the other.

“Hey Y/N, uh, its me. I’m still thinkin’ bout what happened and uh…I don’ know, I just miss ya so much. Gimme a call back…please.”

You stared at the phone and replayed the message again, the voice of your ex-boyfriend, Striker, pleading for you to call him back. It had been almost three weeks since the two of you broke up, fighting over stupid shit because you were both upset and not actually listening to the other. You had been upset because you had no way of contacting Striker and went days on end not knowing if he was okay or where he was. He didn’t want to hear it, yelling at you that you weren’t his mother and he didn’t have to tell you everything about everything. The two of you blew up at each other, screaming and yelling and probably waking all your neighbors. But you didn’t care as Striker grabbed his things and put his hat on, slamming the door so hard behind him it shook your apartment. You hadn’t heard from him since, your friends all telling you he wasn’t coming back and you needed to move on from him, but you couldn’t. You still loved him, that’s what got you into the fight to begin with. You spent many nights afterwards drinking wine and sitting on the floor of your bedroom, looking at pictures of the two of you throughout your long term relationship and mourning it. You often cried yourself to sleep and woke up with a nasty hangover and tear stained face, longing for the comfort Striker brought you, but he hadn’t come back.

You tried to ignore his call like how he ignored you all these weeks, deciding to try and go to bed. Walking into your bedroom, you saw the pictures scattered around your room from the night before. You picked up one of the both of you at a bar, Striker bending over you at the pool table to show you a better aim. Another photo in your other hand was one of the both of you at a random ranch you worked at for a few months, both of you muddy and hay in your hair, but you were happy. You began to cry yet again, not being able to get over Striker. He had always been there for you and did what he could to tend to your needs, and you were always there when he got home from a hard day to ease his worries and pains. You missed the feeling of his arms around yours, dancing to some love song in the living room and laughing when he dipped you and kissed you. Sure he was a hardass on the outside, but to you he was sweet and romantic, and you loved him more than anything. You knew he loved you too, your relationship wasn’t one sided. He sought out your love and comfort, and opened himself up to you in ways he had never done with anybody else.

You turned back to your phone, seeing Strikers missed call and pressed his contact.

Meanwhile, Striker poured himself another shot of whiskey, quickly downing it and slamming his face on the table. He hated himself for hurting you. Your heart broken face plagued his mind, he hated the way you looked at him in that moment. Your face was red from tears and anger, but the feeling of betrayal was prominent in your eyes. You looked like he had just shot you in the chest, and he may as well have considering the pain for you was equal. He’s had plenty of breakups before you, but none of them hurt like how this one did. You were everything to him, for years he was on his own with only one goal; to take down royalty for how they treated him and the ones he loved. But after meeting you, he had a new mission; to protect you and love you no matter what. He had never loved someone so…softly before. He was willing to open up about his past and insecurities, you gave him a space to be sweet and soft with you. And that all ended because he was selfish and cold towards you, shutting you out and getting angry when you accused him of exactly that.

Striker sat up and took another shot, his eyes lingering on the door of his hotel room. He missed how you’d walk through the door, face lighting up when you saw him and leapt into his arms. He wished you would walk through that door right now, giving him anther chance with you. But the silent hotel room stayed still, reminding him of the loneliness he felt without your bright spirit there to put him at ease.

Striker wondered if you were even thinking about him at all. You probably hated him, despised him for how he treated you, and he didn’t blame you one bit. He was thinking about you constantly, you were his first thought when he woke up and his last thought before he fell asleep. He was never a soft or sentimental guy, but seeing some of your belongings around his room struck his heart with a pant of guilt. It had been three weeks and you hadn’t even come to retrieve your things, some clothes and other small items. He figured you were too angry to even look at him, maybe wondered if he had thrown your things away, but he could never. He left your things where they were, wishing you’d come through that door demanding for them back with that feisty spirit he loved so much.

[i-jus-wanna-writehappy]

Desperate For You - Toji

18+ minors not welcome

Pairing: ex!Toji Fushiguro x fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, masturbation, reader is present in theory, maybe he’s in love with you and doesn’t know how to say that

Author’s Note: I’m not necessarily a Toji girlie (don’t get me wrong, he fine as hell), but I’m a lil stuck on Abundance part 2 and got this quick lil idea. Toji seems a little hard and unfeeling in fics, and I wanted to try something a bit different, I hope y’all like it 😘

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“Hey, make sure you didn’t leave any shit in my bathroom.” Toji calls out to the woman he hears opening the front door to commence her walk of shame. He doesn’t bother looking up to make sure she hears him - her snort and muttered “asshole” as she slams the door was enough to let him know she did - he’s too busy swiping through your latest post on Instagram. The events of the night before are documented on social media for him to see, and Toji finds his length twitching as he scrolls through the set of photos and sees the subtle wear and tear of your drinks and dancing.

Toji used to love when you came home, tipsy and craving to be stuffed until you couldn’t support your own weight anymore and were begging him to please please cum in you. By the time he reaches the final photo, his cock is standing stiff and needy and the rim of your glass is littered with what seems like dozens of lip stains matching your favorite lipstick, making him wish he could see the vibrant color stretched around the base of his cock.

Reaching into his pants to rub the head of his dick with his thumb the way you used to, Toji is hit with an idea, wicked and filthy, which makes it perfect for him. Peeling off his tight shirt, Toji pockets his phone and goes back to his room.

There were a lot of people who would blame Toji for your breakup. Something about nonchalance and jealousy don’t make a good mix and wandering eyes, blah blah blah. One thing no one who had ever spoken to Toji - or seen the way he looks at you - could refute, was that you had the tightest, wettest, warmest pussy he’d ever sunken into, and he’d do whatever he could to feel it again, to feel it now.

For a few ravenous weeks after the breakup, Toji could seduce you into his sheets. Sometimes he’d only have to send you a text in the dark of the night, others, he’d sneak up behind you in line at your regular cafe, placing his hand on your hip and pressing his bulge into your ass like you’d never broken up and he was convincing you to cancel your plans the spend the day in bed with him. In bed, in the tub, in the kitchen, on the floor on the way back to the bed - if he’d have you abandoning your day, he’d be sure to keep you busy. But then, one night, you didn’t respond at all, not even to tell him to get a life or just jerk off, it was just radio silence.

He knew why when the gossipy old greeter at the grocery store the next afternoon called out his name, a playful lilt to her voice, “I’m glad to see at least one of you is moving on. She looked so lovely and happy. Your ex-girlfriend. Expensive restaurant I saw ‘em at too. He must be rich.” Toji sneered at her delighted grin, “Shut up, you old cow.” He called over his shoulder, white hot heat building in his stomach. One date with some nice guy asshole and you can’t even respond to his texts? That’s what was rich, fuck that guy.

But then you stopped responding to any of Toji’s calls or texts, you wouldn’t even give in when he’d tease you about your new boyfriend. You’d even gone so far as to switch cafes so Toji couldn’t intercept your mornings anymore, and it made him furious. What, were you worried he’d convince you to abandon your morals? That he’d be able to pull you into him by your waist and nibble at your neck until you dumped that piece of shit with a video of Toji pounding into your pussy, your ass slapping against his thighs with wet squelches?

He gave up after a while, but a week ago, you publicly became a single woman again, posting your slutty little pictures in a dress your old boyfriend would have begged you to only wear at home, hence his current plan.

Whether you’d like to admit it or not, you craved the sweaty entanglement of your limbs, supplementing your air with his own while you ground yourself on his steadily leaking cock, Toji knows it. All this time, you’ve been unsatisfied, like him, heat building and only able to be extinguished by the other. And without a doubt, Toji was going to exploit your need however he needed, as long as he’d get to drench himself in your juices again.

Phone set up just right and recording his every move, Toji settles on his bed, propped up on his knees, unable to stop the mean chuckle that tumbles from his lips as he pulls his jogging pants just low enough to reveal his heavy balls, twitching at their base for you. As he braces himself with a strong hand on the bed, Toji grips his cock with the other, thrusting into his tight hold and remembering how you’d feel around him.

“Fuuck.” He moans, grunting through gritted teeth as he fights to keep a steady pace. There was a time where Toji teased you meanly for enjoying videos like these, soft, solo, and noisy. Now though, that he seeks to tempt you, he’s glad to know what you like, even if he thinks it’s stupid. What matters is exploding in you again, letting his thick cum build in you until there’s no doubt that he’d bound the two of you forever. Then, he could revel in holding your throat in his grasp and asking you in person if his precious slut was done showing her ass and finally ready to let the veiny surface of his cock leave an imprint in the slick pussy he calls home.

Thinking of being buried in you again lights an urgency in Toji - yeah, he feels good, but he’s ready to send this to you now. The sooner your thighs start to rub together at the sight of his leaking tip, the better. So, chasing the anticipation of fucking you until neither of you can remember how to separate, Toji begins to fuck into his fist rather than letting his calloused hand glide along his shaft, pretending to be yours.

The steadily growing pool of arousal gathering at the ridge of his head begins to produce an almost nostalgic squelching noise. Even more memories of you engulfing Toji’s angry, leaking cock wash over him, pushing a low groan from his throat. With both hands now stacking to cover his length, Toji transitions to irregular thrusts, letting his head fall back for a moment as another grunted, “Fuck.” leaves his lips alternating in a cycle just as irregular as his thrusts as he approaches his climax.

As he feels his balls swell, Toji ramps up his speed, envisioning the soft cock drunk smile you’ll give him in affirmation when he asks if you want more. You always take everything he gives you, for as long as he can give it to you. Always.

Toji almost gets overwhelmed by his orgasm, but he pushes forward, for you. Going back to one hand, Toji hisses quickly before releasing a throaty moan as his cum quickly begins to cover his hand, his continued thrusts smearing the arousal from his head to his base. By the time he’s finally milked himself dry, Toji feels almost lightheaded. He can’t help the dry laugh that passes his lips as he realizes just how much he came. He really really can’t wait to touch you again.

Looking up at the camera now, Toji’s lips stretch into a lazy smile, “‘S all for you, mama.” Toji stops the recording and cuts out the extra bits at the beginning and the end while also maneuvering cleaning himself off. As soon as the video saves, Toji pulls up your contact and sends you a text. He knows you - what you want and what you need - and now that he’s laid his bait, Toji can relax, collapsing down into his couch and waiting for you to bite.

And thankfully for him and his stirring cock, you do. Half an hour after sending the video, Toji’s phone buzzes beside him.

I’ll be home in 20, come meet me. Show up late, and I won’t let you in.

[rylem33]

Her Mistake

This is a follow-on to "His Mistake". I hope you enjoy!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vanessa stood in the doorway, her heart pounding with anger. She watched him—her, now—stumble out of bed, wide-eyed and terrified. It was surreal, seeing Landon’s body replaced with this voluptuous blonde woman. The confusion on his face was priceless, and Vanessa couldn’t help but smile, though there was no warmth in it. This was exactly what he deserved.

“Landon,” she said, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. Her lips curled into a smug smile as she took in the sight of him.  “I hope you like your new look,” she said coldly, watching his—her—eyes widen in horror. “Consider it payback for last night.”

The words felt good on her tongue. She had been humiliated, betrayed, reduced to tears after finding out he’d slept with that blonde stripper. But now, the tables had turned, and she was the one with all the power.

Landon—no, Lily—stared at her, stumbling back, his voice higher, softer, completely unrecognizable. “What did you do?” he—she—stammered, looking terrified. That sound, the panic in his—her—voice, sent a surge of vindication through Vanessa.

Vanessa raised an eyebrow, amused by the fear in Lily’s eyes. “You’ll figure it out,” she said. In truth, seeing him like this—seeing the panic, the realization of what had been done—was even more satisfying than she’d imagined. With a casual flick of her wrist, she tossed the engagement ring at him, watching it bounce across the floor.

She didn’t need that ring anymore. She didn’t need him anymore.

Turning on her heel, she walked out of the apartment, the door slamming behind her. With each step down the hallway, her heart pounded, but the satisfaction of knowing that Landon—no, Lily—would be left to figure out her new life alone made it all worth it.

Good luck, sweetheart, she thought, her lips twisting into a dark smile. Let’s see how you handle being weak.

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Over the next few days, Vanessa’s anger toward Landon dissipated. She was moving on. She had been keeping busy, trying to distract herself from the breakup, but there was something gnawing at her. She felt… needy. It started with a warm flush that hit her in the middle of the day, leaving her breathless for no reason at all. She’d find herself squirming in her chair at work, her skin tingling, and at night, she couldn’t stop thinking about sex.

It’s just stress, she told herself. After all, she’d been through a lot—first the betrayal, then casting the spell, then the breakup. It made sense that her body would respond in strange ways.

She finally decided to go out, hoping that a night on the town would clear her head. A few drinks, some dancing, maybe even a little rebound sex would set her straight. And it did—for a while. She ended up in bed with a man she barely remembered, his body pressed against hers in a way that satisfied her. At least it did, briefly.

But the next morning, that same restless, hungry feeling came back, stronger than before.

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Vanessa wiped the sweat from her forehead as she stepped off the treadmill. The gym was crowded, people moving between machines, grunting under weights, and chatting between sets. It was the perfect distraction, or at least, that’s what she hoped. Ever since things with Landon—Lily, now—had gone down, she’d been restless. 

She scanned the room, her eyes naturally drifting to the men around her. Normally, that would be enough—find someone, flirt, and maybe scratch the itch that had been gnawing at her. But something was off today. None of the men caught her attention. They were all there—muscular, sweaty, grunting—and yet the thought of being with any of them left her cold.

Instead, her gaze shifted, almost involuntarily, toward a woman on the other side of the gym. She was toned, lean, her muscles flexing as she lifted weights with smooth, controlled movements. Vanessa’s eyes lingered on the way the woman’s back arched as she finished her rep, the way her biceps tensed with every lift.

What the hell? Vanessa blinked, shaking her head. No, that’s not right. She forced herself to look away, focusing on the weight bench in front of her. But it wasn’t long before her eyes wandered back, tracing the curve of the woman’s hips, the tight line of her legs. The heat that rose inside her was instant, sudden, and completely unfamiliar.

Why am I looking at her like this?

Vanessa’s heart pounded, her thoughts racing. She had never been attracted to women before. This wasn’t her. She loved men—liked men. Didn’t she?

The woman stood up, stretching her arms over her head, her shirt riding up just enough to reveal a hint of toned abs. Vanessa felt a jolt, the warmth between her legs growing, her body responding in a way she couldn’t control. She swallowed hard, tearing her gaze away and focusing on her water bottle. It’s just a fluke, she told herself, taking a deep breath. A momentary distraction. You’re just stressed.

But when she glanced up again, her eyes were back on the woman. She watched as she moved to the squat rack, her body fluid and confident. Vanessa imagined what it would be like to walk up to her, to touch the sweat-slicked skin, to pull her closer—

Stop it.

Vanessa clenched her fists, forcing herself to look anywhere but at that woman. She was here to work out, to clear her head, not to… What? Fantasize about some random girl?

Still, no matter how hard she tried to focus, the image of the woman kept slipping back into her thoughts. The gentle curve of her waist, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed as she moved. Vanessa felt her body heating up again, her breath catching in her throat. 

The men around her faded into the background. Her eyes focused entirely on the woman in the squat rack. She found herself daydreaming, imagining what it would be like to walk over, to press her body against hers, to feel her curves, to be with her.

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After leaving the gym, Vanessa couldn’t shake the heat that had built inside her. Every rep, every glance at that toned woman had left her skin burning, her mind swirling with urges she couldn’t explain—didn’t want to explain. By the time she stepped into her apartment to change for the night, she already knew what she wanted.

She dressed with intent. Her tightest jeans, high heels, and  a low-cut top that clung to her curves. She wasn’t out for fun tonight—she was on the prowl. 

The bar was already packed by the time she arrived. The music was loud and the air thick with sweat. Vanessa stepped in, her eyes scanning the crowd. Her heart raced, not with nerves, but with anticipation.

Her gaze skipped over the men around her—muscular, tall, some of them handsome. But none of them sparked even a flicker of desire. A guy at the bar gave her a sly smile, leaning toward her. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, his tone smooth, confident.

Vanessa barely spared him a glance. “Not interested,” she said, her voice sharp as she brushed past him, her eyes scanning the room for something more. Something else. The heat from earlier was still simmering beneath her skin, and it wasn’t a man who was going to cool it.

That’s when she saw her.

A woman—tall, confident, her body moving with a natural grace that drew every eye in the room. She was dressed simply—jeans, a fitted top—but she didn’t need anything else. 

Vanessa’s breath hitched, her heart hammering as she felt that familiar jolt deep inside. Her. It’s her.

Before she knew what she was doing, her feet carried her across the bar. She didn’t stop to think, didn’t hesitate, didn’t care if it was wrong or right. She just knew she had to get closer. When their eyes met, Vanessa’s lips curled into a confident smile she hadn’t even realized she was capable of.

“Hey,” Vanessa said, her voice low, smooth.

The woman raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, and gave Vanessa a once-over. “Hey yourself,” she replied, her voice deep, sultry. There was no hesitation in the way she looked at Vanessa—no confusion, no uncertainty. Just interest. Pure and simple.

Vanessa didn’t waste any time. She leaned in closer, her heart pounding. Her words spilling out without a second thought. The tension between them was undeniable, and the more the woman responded, the more Vanessa’s confidence grew.

It wasn’t just attraction. It was something stronger. She wanted to dominate, to control the situation, to feel the power that had been building inside her since the gym. The way the woman smiled at her, the way her body leaned closer, whispered that she wanted the same.

“Let’s get out of here,” Vanessa said, her voice almost a growl.

They stumbled into Vanessa’s apartment, their bodies pressed together, mouths crashing in a heated kiss. Vanessa pushed the woman against the wall, pinning her there, her breath hot against the other woman’s neck.

Vanessa felt powerful. She felt right. She tore at the woman’s shirt, ripping it off in a raw motion. She nipped and bit at the woman’s chest, tracing the curves with her tongue. 

They fell onto the couch, intertwined and naked. Every moan from the woman urged Vanessa on more. The hunger inside her was insatiable, her desire raw and aggressive. She didn’t just want this woman—she wanted to own her, to make her feel every ounce of power that Vanessa had pent up inside her.

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Vanessa blinked groggily as she woke. She stretched lazily, feeling a smug satisfaction settle in. Last night was fun. Then she heard movement beside her and instantly felt a wave of annoyance.

The woman from the bar was still there, awkwardly gathering her clothes from the floor, trying not to make noise. Vanessa’s eyes narrowed, irritation bubbling up inside her. Why is she still here?

She pushed herself up in bed, her voice rough from sleep. “You don’t have to sneak around. Just go.”

The woman looked up, clutching her torn shirt, her face sheepish. “I’m just—uh—getting my things. But, um… you ripped my shirt last night,” she said, her voice hesitant. “Do you have something I can wear to get home?”

Vanessa rolled her eyes, not even bothering to hide her disdain. “That’s not my problem,” she muttered, throwing off the covers and standing up, her back to the woman as she walked across the room. “Figure it out.”

There was a moment of awkward silence before the woman spoke again, her voice small. “I don’t really have anything else to wear…”

Vanessa turned, her annoyance sharp and clear now. “Seriously? You’re still talking about that? Just get your stuff and leave. I don’t have time for this.”

The woman flinched at her tone, clearly surprised by the shift in attitude. “I just thought… maybe we could get breakfast or something—”

Vanessa let out a cold laugh, cutting her off. “Are you kidding me?” She crossed her arms, glaring. “I got what I wanted. We’re done. You can go.”

The woman’s face fell, her confusion turning to hurt. “I didn’t realize it was like that…”

Vanessa shrugged, already reaching for a clean shirt from the dresser. “Well, now you know,” she said bluntly, not even sparing her a glance. “I’m not interested in dragging this out. You had your fun, now leave.”

The woman looked down at the floor, her voice trembling slightly. “But… my shirt—”

“Fuck your shirt,” Vanessa snapped, yanking the T-shirt over her head and turning to face her fully. “You’ll figure it out. Borrow something from a friend, tie a jacket around yourself. I don’t care. Just go.”

The woman stared at her for a moment, clearly stunned by the sudden shift in tone, but she didn’t argue. She fumbled with her clothes, muttering under her breath as she moved toward the door.

Vanessa barely paid attention as the woman finally left. The click of the door closing behind her was a relief. She had no use for lingering feelings or conversations. The night was over, and so was whatever connection they might’ve had.

Vanessa leaned back, her lips curling into a faint smirk. Why should I care? She had given the woman what she’d wanted, and in return, she’d taken exactly what she needed. The was a surprising lack of regret or guilt.  I didn’t hear any complaints last night.

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Vanessa entered the gym with a sense of purpose. The restlessness inside her had been growing, pushing her to get out, to do something, and the gym was the perfect place to let it out. She moved through the crowd of people, her eyes scanning the space, but she wasn’t paying much attention to the weights or the machines. She was focused on the women.

She saw a few right away—toned, fit, dressed in tight leggings and sports bras, their bodies on display. Vanessa’s eyes wandered over them, and she felt that familiar surge of desire. She didn’t bother to look at the men anymore. Her eyes were only for the women.

She spotted one near the dumbbells—slender but athletic, her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. The woman was lifting weights, her arms flexing with each movement. Vanessa smirked to herself and made her way over, not bothering to hide her stare. She was in control, and she wanted this woman to know it.

Stopping just a few feet away, Vanessa leaned against the rack, openly eyeing the woman up and down. “Nice form,” she said, her voice low, confident. She didn’t even wait for a response before continuing, “You here often? Haven’t seen you around.”

The woman glanced over, a little confused, but gave a polite smile. “Uh, yeah, I come here a few times a week.”

Vanessa took a step closer, her eyes lingering on the woman’s body. “I can tell. You’ve got a killer figure,” she said, her tone suggestive. “How about we grab a drink after this?”

The woman hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with the directness. She shook her head, her voice uncertain. “Thanks, but I’m not really looking to go out.”

Vanessa’s expression hardened. “Come on, don’t be like that,” she said, her tone shifting, almost aggressive. “I’m just being friendly. What’s the problem?”

The woman’s discomfort was clear now, and she took a small step back. “I’m just here to work out,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’m not interested, okay?”

Vanessa’s jaw clenched, the rejection hitting harder than she’d expected. She stood up straighter, her posture shifting as she crossed her arms. “Not interested?” she repeated, her voice cold. “I was just trying to be nice. What, you think you’re too good for me or something?”

The woman blinked, startled by the sudden change in tone. “No, it’s not that—”

“Yeah, whatever,” Vanessa cut her off, rolling her eyes. “You’re just wasting your time here, anyway.” She shot the woman one last glance, her eyes cold, before turning and walking away, the tension still simmering beneath her skin.

She couldn’t believe the nerve of that woman. Rejecting her like she wasn’t worth the time. Vanessa clenched her fists as she moved to another part of the gym, her mind racing. Whatever, she thought bitterly. She’ll regret that later.

Vanessa made her way over to the bench press area, trying to shake off the sting of being turned down. As she approached, she spotted one of the regulars—a guy she’d seen around the gym before. Big, muscular, the type who was always talking loudly with his friends between sets. She figured he’d be the perfect audience to vent her frustrations to.

“Yo, man,” Vanessa called out as she grabbed a nearby weight, catching the gym bro’s attention. He looked up, nodding in acknowledgment.

“Sup,” he grunted, adjusting the weights on his barbell.

Vanessa smirked and leaned against the bench, making sure her voice carried a tone of casual arrogance. “You see that chick over by the dumbbells? The blonde one?” she asked, gesturing with her chin.

The gym bro glanced over, nodding. “Yeah, what about her?”

Vanessa snorted, rolling her eyes. “Man, she was all over me a minute ago,” she said, puffing out her chest a little, trying to sound confident. “But then she starts playing hard to get. Typical, right? Acts like she’s not interested, but I know what’s up.”

The guy raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “For real? She didn’t look like she was interested,” he said, his voice skeptical but curious.

Vanessa waved it off, laughing. “Nah, trust me. She was checking me out the whole time. Kept staring, practically begging for attention.” She shook her head, as if amused by the whole situation. “You know how it is—women like her, they want you to chase ‘em. I just didn’t feel like playing her little game today.”

The gym bro grinned, nodding as if he understood. “Yeah, some of them are like that,” he said, clearly buying into Vanessa’s story. “Always acting like they’re too good for you, but they’re just waiting for someone to make the move.”

Vanessa chuckled, feeling a surge of pride as she basked in the approval. “Exactly. She wanted it, but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with her bullshit. Plenty of other chicks in here anyway, you know?”

“Hell yeah,” the guy agreed, laughing as he glanced back toward the blonde woman. “Her loss, man.”

Vanessa smirked, feeling a rush of satisfaction. She had spun the rejection into a story that made her look good, and now the gym bro was on her side. She gave a cocky nod and moved on to her set.

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Vanessa stepped into the shower, the hot water hitting her skin, a welcome relief after another intense workout. She had spent extra time at the gym today, pushing herself harder than usual. The sense of power she felt as she eyed the women, the control she exerted over every situation—it was becoming intoxicating. She smirked to herself, feeling that familiar burn of satisfaction in her muscles.

The water streamed down her body, but instead of relaxing, Vanessa felt an odd tension in her limbs. Her muscles ached in a way they hadn’t before, not just from the workout but from something deeper. She rubbed her arms, trying to shake the strange feeling, but as her hands moved over her skin, she paused. Something was different.

Her arms—usually lean and defined from her gym sessions—felt larger. Harder.

Vanessa frowned, her fingers pressing into her biceps. They weren’t just pumped from the workout. They were bigger, the muscles swelling under her touch in a way that didn’t make sense. She glanced down, and her breath caught. Her arms weren’t the only thing changing. Her chest, once soft and feminine, was flattening, the curve of her breasts disappearing before her eyes.

“What the—” she muttered, but the words came out rougher than she expected.

Her hands shot to her chest, feeling the solid muscle where her breasts had been. Panic surged through her, but there was a strange undercurrent of excitement, too. She looked down at her stomach, her eyes widening as the once subtle definition of her abs became sharp, hard, every ridge of muscle clearly visible. Her torso was broadening, her waist narrowing.

She stumbled back, pressing her hands against the shower wall, her heart racing as the transformation continued. Her legs—long and shapely—were thickening, the muscles growing stronger, more powerful. Her hips narrowed, the familiar feminine curve vanishing as her body took on a more angular, masculine shape.

She raised her hand to her face and felt stubble—rough, coarse stubble—growing in along her jaw. Her face had changed too. Her features felt sharper, her jawline more defined, her cheekbones higher. Her lips parted, and she caught her reflection in the steamed-up mirror across the bathroom.

It wasn’t Vanessa staring back. Vinny. I’m Vinny now.

She looked down at herself in disbelief. Her fingers brushed over her flat chest, down to her stomach, now completely hard and chiseled. Her hand moved lower, to where her slit shuold be.  Instead, she felt it growing. A cock. She gripped it, felt it continue to grow to impressive size.

The truth hit her in a wave: the curse. The same curse she had used to turn Landon into Lily. It had rebounded against her.  The rule of 3.  I should have expected this. The magic had changed her, just as it had changed him.

But as she stood there, Vinny didn’t feel regret. In fact, as he ran his hand over his jaw, feeling the roughness of his new stubble, he smiled. A slow, confident smile. He liked what he saw. The reflection staring back at him was powerful. Dominant. Everything he had felt building inside him over the past few weeks had manifested into this—his true form.

Vinny stepped out of the shower, the water still dripping down his muscular frame. He dried off slowly, taking his time as he admired his new body in the mirror. He flexed his arms, feeling the strength, the raw power in every movement. 

Everything made sense. The need for control, the hunger for power, the way he had been treating women—it all clicked into place. This body was just the final piece.

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Vinny stood in front of the mirror of the clothing store, admiring his reflection. He ran a hand through his short, tousled hair and smirked. This was his new life now, and he was ready to fully embrace it.

WIth some new clothes in hand, Vinny decided to hit the town. He wanted to test out this new body and find some hot chick to fuck. Arriving at a nearby bar, it didn’t take long for him to spot a group of women standing outside the bar, chatting and laughing together. Vinny’s eyes zeroed in on them immediately—the way they dressed, the way they moved, everything about them screamed for his attention. Perfect.

He made a beeline for the group. Now, he was unstoppable. Approaching them with a grin, he slid in close to the nearest woman, a tall brunette in a tight dress.

“Hey, ladies,” Vinny said, his voice low and smooth—or at least, that’s how he imagined it sounded. “What are you girls drinking tonight? First round’s on me.”

The women glanced at him, surprised, but the brunette smiled politely. “Oh, that’s nice of you, but we’re fine, thanks.”

Vinny didn’t back down. “Come on, don’t be shy,” he pressed, his eyes roaming over her figure a little too obviously. “A girl like you doesn’t need to pay for her own drinks, right?”

The polite smile faded from her face, and she shifted uncomfortably. “We’re good, really.”

Vinny’s smirk faltered, but he quickly recovered. Playing hard to get, he thought. “No need to be like that,” he said with a wink. “You’re lucky I’m even offering. Not every guy would treat you right, you know.”

The brunette exchanged glances with her friends, clearly annoyed now. “We’re not interested, okay?” she said, her tone more firm this time.

Vinny huffed, rolling his eyes as he stepped back. “Whatever. You girls don’t know what you’re missing.” He turned on his heel, muttering to himself, “Tease.”

Vinny walked into the bar, the dim lighting and loud music pumping through the space as bodies moved together. He scanned the room, his eyes locking onto a blonde sitting at the bar alone, stirring her drink. She’s perfect. With his confidence renewed, he strolled up to her, leaning against the bar in a way he thought was cool.

“Hey,” he said, giving her his best smoldering look. “What’s a girl like you doing here alone?”

The blonde looked up at him, surprised, but smiled. “Just relaxing after work,” she said, her tone polite but guarded.

Vinny grinned wider. “Maybe you could relax with me instead,” he said, his eyes trailing over her body in a way that made her visibly tense. “I’ll make sure you have a good time.”

The smile on her face quickly faded. “Uh, I’m fine, thanks,” she said, shifting on her stool.

Vinny frowned, his confidence wobbling. “Come on, I’m just trying to be nice. Why are you acting like that?”

The blonde sighed and turned away, clearly disinterested. “I’m just not interested, alright?”

Vinny scowled. “Playing hard to get, huh? Fine, I get it.” He stepped back, waving dismissively as he walked away, shaking his head. Another tease.

Vinny spent the next hour hitting on every woman who caught his eye. A redhead by the pool table. A girl dancing with her friends. A pair of brunettes at the back, sharing a drink. Each time, his approach was the same—overly forward, too aggressive, and assuming they’d fall for his charm. But with every attempt, he was met with the same response: polite smiles that quickly turned into rejection, eye rolls, or even a cold shoulder.

He didn’t get it. He was hot now, he knew he was. He felt powerful, and he was giving these girls attention they should’ve been grateful for. But instead, they all turned him down. They gave him excuses, blew him off, or just straight-up ignored him. He could feel the frustration building inside him, but he brushed it off. They’re all just playing hard to get, he told himself, trying to make me work for it.

At one point, after another failed attempt to chat up a woman at the bar, Vinny overheard one of her friends say, “He’s cute, but God, what an asshole.”

Vinny pretended not to hear, but the comment gnawed at him. Asshole? He scoffed to himself. They just don’t get it.

By the time Vinny left the bar, he was irritated. None of these women were giving him the attention he deserved. They were all teases, playing games, thinking they were better than him. He clenched his fists, pushing the frustration down. Screw them.

As he walked down the street, his mind drifted to the strip club. There, at least, the girls knew what they were there for. They didn’t pretend or play games. And tonight, Vinny needed a distraction. Maybe the dancers would be more his speed. Yeah, he thought with a grin. They’ll know how to treat me right.

With that thought, he headed off toward the club, ready to forget about the stuck-up women at the bar and focus on something more satisfying.

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Vinny stepped into the strip club, the neon lights casting a glow over the dark, smoky room. He walked with confidence, his body larger, stronger, his presence commanding the space around him. 

As he strolled up to the bar, his eyes drifted lazily over the stage, where a few dancers were working. They were hot. But most naked women were. He flagged down a waitress with a snap of his fingers, not even bothering to glance at her face as she approached.

“Whiskey, neat,” he said flatly, his eyes still focused on the stage. “And make it quick.”

The waitress nodded, rolling her eyes at him, and hurried off to get his drink. Vinny barely noticed her. He was more interested in what was happening across the room—the half-naked dancers on stage. He smirked.

His drink arrived, and he grabbed it without a second thought, leaning back in his seat. He took a slow sip, savoring the burn of the alcohol as it went down. The next dancer was announced. The music shifted, a more sensual beat filling the air, as she stepped onto the stage. Vinny’s eyes narrowed.

Blonde hair, long and cascading down her back. A slim, toned body. She moved confidently, seductively.  She owned the stage. Vinny’s lips curled into a grin, but as she turned toward the audience, his grin froze for a second.

Lily.

It took him a moment to register what he was seeing. That was Lily. His Lily, the one he had cursed into this body. He couldn’t believe it. She had changed, just as much as he had. But now, as he watched her move, he didn’t feel any regret or surprise. Instead, he felt something else. Something deeper, more primal.

Lily was his type. Hot, sexy, easy.

Vinny leaned forward, watching her every move as she danced, her body twisting and bending in ways that had the entire room’s attention locked on her. But Vinny wasn’t just looking at her; he was feeling a raw, undeniable attraction. She was perfect. More than perfect.

The way she moved, the way her body flowed across the stage—it stirred something inside him. He chuckled to himself, enjoying what had become of her. She’s just another girl now, he thought, his eyes gleaming. And I want her.

Vinny didn’t waste any time. He signaled for the bouncer, slipping him a generous wad of cash without breaking his gaze from the stage.

“I want a private dance with her,” Vinny growled, his voice deep, dripping with confidence. The bouncer nodded, motioning for Vinny to follow as Lily finished her set.

Minutes later, Vinny was led into a private room, the anticipation building as he sat down in the plush chair, waiting for Lily to arrive. He could already feel the excitement coursing through him.

When the door opened and Lily stepped in, she didn’t recognize him, of course. How could she? Vinny watched as she moved toward him, her hips swaying with the same confidence she had shown on stage. She was gorgeous and completely in control of her body. In his mind, he was in control. She just didn’t know it yet.

Lily smiled as the music started, her body sliding onto Vinny’s lap in one smooth motion. Her hands brushed over his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his shirt, and Vinny leaned back, feeling the weight of her against him. His hands moved to her hips, gripping them possessively as she pressed herself against him. She knew exactly what she was doing—her rhythm, her touch, all perfectly choreographed to pull him in. And Vinny was falling for it. Hard.

He let out a satisfied sigh as she swayed above him, his eyes roving over her body, taking in every inch. She had no clue who he was—the same person who had cursed her. But now, that didn’t even matter to him. As far as Vinny was concerned, Lily was just another hot chick, there to fulfill his desires.

When the dance ended, Lily stood up, smiling at him sweetly. Vinny’s eyes darkened with lust as he stared at her, his hand already reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a few bills, slipping them into her waistband with a cocky grin. “Nice work,” he said, his voice rough with anticipation. 

Lily ran her fingers down his chest, her expression coy. She glanced at the bulge in his pants, her eyes widening slightly.

Vinny’s grin widened, thinking he had won her over. He slid his hand into his pocket again, pulling out more cash and holding it between his fingers, the stack thicker this time. “I bet you could make it worth my while,” he said, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Lily eyed the cash, her expression barely changing. She had been here before, with guys just like him. She smiled sweetly, leaning in close, her voice low and silky. “How much are we talking, handsome?”

Vinny chuckled, flashing the bills in his hand before slipping them into her waistband, one by one. “How about this for a start?” he said, smirking, convinced she was falling for his charm.

Lily’s smile widened. She leaned in, brushing her lips close to his ear. “For that,” she whispered, her voice laced with fake desire, “I can do a little more than dance.”

Vinny’s pulse quickened, his confidence soaring. He thought he had her right where he wanted her. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, slipping another bill into her waistband, his hand lingering on her hip.

Lily stood up slowly, her hand sliding over his chest as she backed away, her smile never faltering. She knew exactly how to stretch this out, to tease every dollar out of him. Vinny’s eyes followed her, his breath shallow with anticipation.

She leaned against the small table in the room, giving him a full view of her body, her eyes never leaving his. She teased, her fingers playing with the waistband of her shorts.

Vinny’s grin widened, and he pulled out another stack of cash, dropping it onto the table in front of her. “There’s more where that came from, babe,” he said, his eyes gleaming.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, then,” she said softly, her voice dripping with allure. She walked back to him, her hips swaying as she did, her hand brushing over his chest one last time before sliding down toward his waistband.

As she knelt down in front of him, Lily’s smile never wavered. She was good at this. She grasps his cock in her hand.  “Ooh,” she silked. “You’ve got an amazing dick.”  She wrapped her mouth around the tip, giving it the slightest of licks. Vinny leaned back and moaned. She was good, and she knew it. When it was over, she stood, wiping her lips, that sweet smile never fading.

Vinny, breathless and elated, chuckled. “Damn, you’re something else.” He ran his hand over her hip, feeling a possessiveness he hadn’t expected. “We should do this more often.”

Lily tilted her head, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh? And what’s in it for me?” she teased, her voice light, playful. 

Vinny pulled out his wallet, handing her another stack of cash without hesitation. “Plenty more where that came from,” he said.  Finally a chick that knows a real man when she sees one.

“You know,” she said softly, tucking the cash into her waistband, “I don’t usually do this with patrons… but you’re so handsome. Maybe I’ll make an exception for you.”

Vinny’s heart skipped a beat. He grinned like a man who’d just won the lottery. “You serious?” he asked, his voice thick with excitement.

Lily smiled sweetly, running her fingers down his chest. “Yeah. I think I’d like to see you again… outside of here.”

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Over the next few weeks, they went on dates to expensive restaurants, and each time they went out, Vinny showered her with gifts—jewelry, designer clothes, anything she so much as glanced at. He loved spoiling her, and she seemed to love being spoiled. Lily’s laughter came easy, her smile lighting up every room they entered. To Vinny, it felt like a dream come true.

They would spend nights at upscale clubs, Lily on his arm, always looking stunning in the latest outfit he had bought her. She played the part of the perfect girlfriend—attentive, sweet, and affectionate. Vinny was always in control.

Every night would end the same way. Lily would lean in, her lips brushing his ear, whispering something teasing, something promising. And when they got back to his place, she’d give him exactly what he wanted—whether it was a night of passion or simply her company. She knew how to keep happy.

One night, after an especially extravagant dinner, Vinny handed her a box with a diamond bracelet. Lily’s eyes widened, her fingers brushing over the sparkling gems as she smiled up at him. “Vinny, this is gorgeous,” she said, slipping it onto her wrist. She kissed him deeply, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Vinny’s heart swelled. “Only the best for you, babe,” he said, pulling her close.

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But then, things started to change.

Vinny’s funds were running low. The gifts came less frequently, and the nights out weren’t as extravagant as before. He still showered Lily with whatever he could manage—a nice dinner here, a new pair of shoes there—but it wasn’t much. 

Lily sighed, brushing her hair back. “Look, Vinny… I’ve been thinking.”

Vinny felt his stomach twist, sensing what was coming. “Thinking about what?” he asked, his voice low.

“Maybe we should take a break.” Lily said it so simply, as if it was an afterthought. 

Vinny’s heart dropped. His head spun. “What? Why?” His voice cracked with desperation.

Lily glanced away, her eyes flicking to the side as she spoke, her voice calm, detached. “I just… I don’t think this is working anymore.”

Vinny stared at her, disbelief and panic flooding his mind. This can’t be happening.

“Is this because I haven’t been buying you stuff as much?” he asked, his voice rising with frustration. “I told you, I’m just in a rough spot right now, but things’ll pick up soon, I promise.” He reached for her hand, but she pulled it away.

Lily shook her head, her expression blank. “That’s not it.”

Vinny stared at her, trying to make sense of it. “What is it then?” he snapped, feeling that familiar surge of anger creeping in. “We’ve been great together! I gave you everything!”

Lily’s expression shifted, and for a second, Vinny thought he saw something break in her mask. But then, in a blink, her eyes hardened. The sweetness, the soft touches, the playful smiles—all of it evaporated. She didn’t bother to hide the coldness in her voice now.

“You were using me,” Vinny said, his voice rough with the bitterness of realization. “All that time, you were using me.”

Lily’s lips curled into a smirk, but it wasn’t the flirty, teasing one he’d grown used to. It was something more real. She leaned in slightly, her voice low and cold. “You really think this was anything more than that?” she asked, her words cutting. “You’re just another macho asshole who couldn’t get a hot girl without paying for it.”

Vinny’s breath caught in his throat, her words hitting harder than he’d expected. “What the hell are you talking about?” he spat, his fists clenching at his sides. “We had something. I gave you everything!”

Lily scoffed, rolling her eyes as if he were being childish. “You gave me what I let you give me. I played my part, Vinny. I smiled, I laughed, I gave you what you wanted, and you gave me what I wanted. It’s called business. You really thought I liked you for you?”

Vinny stood there, stunned, as her words sunk in. He had been played. He wasn’t in control. He never had been.

Lily wasn’t finished. She stepped closer, her voice turning sharper, more brutal with each word. “Guys like you? You’re all the same. Flash a little cash, act like a big shot, and expect women to fall at your feet. You thought because you bought me things, it made you special?” She chuckled, the sound harsh, mocking. “You’re nothing special, Vinny. You’re just another sad, desperate guy who couldn’t get someone like me any other way.”

Vinny’s face flushed with anger, humiliation burning in his chest. “I treated you good!” he shouted, his voice cracking with rage.

Lily just shrugged, her expression cold and indifferent. “And I gave you exactly what you paid for.” She took a step back, smoothing her dress as if nothing had happened, like he was already forgotten. “This was never anything more than a transaction, Vinny. And now, you’re broke. So… we’re done.”

Vinny opened his mouth to argue, to say something, but no words came out. He was too stunned, too furious to think straight. He had thought that Lily had actually cared about him. But she’d just been using him. The truth hit him like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless and hollow.

Lily glanced at him one last time, her face unreadable. “Take care of yourself, Vinny.”

And just like that, she turned and walked toward the door, her heels clicking softly against the floor. Vinny watched her leave, his chest tight with rage and humiliation. The door closed behind her with a soft click, and then there was silence.

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The moment i knew - Rin Itoshi

rin itoshi x reader, angst, established relationship, rin is a dumbass, breakup

inspire by the moment i knew -Taylor Swift

You should've been here

And I would've been so happy

“when is the party tonight?”

“uh? oh it starts at 9pm, why?” i ask Rin as i turn off the blow drier, brushing my hair as i look up at him that is changing into his soccer uniform.

Once i realise what is happening i get up and go to him with frowned eyebrows

“you’re going to practice? i thought you were gonna skip today ‘cus you had to get ready” i say with a frown as i grab his shoulder to make him turn to face me

“coach said it’s important i don’t skip since the championship’s starting soon, don’t worry i’ll make it to the party” he says giving me a kiss on my forehead as i nod, still frowning, something that Rin notices.

“Hey, i’ll be there, i swear love, i can’t miss seeing you in the dress i got you ‘kay? i love you” rin mumbles on my lips before giving me a soft kiss.

“Okay, text me when you finish practice”

Rin nods with a small smile and leaves, his footsteps echoing in the whole house.

My eyes keep on going back to the door and then to my phone, the door then the phone, the time passes but Rin still hasn’t shown up, not even 30 minutes after it has started, not 1 hour after, and not when it had nearly finished and everyone already went back home.

People greet me, asking me how i’m doing and i just have to smile,i have to act like i don’t care that the person i care about the most still hasn’t shown up.

I look around the room searching for his dark hair, my eyes dart back to the entrance, hoping to see his teal eyes looking up at me and that lovesick smile he has on his face whenever he sees me in the dresses he bought for me.

“You good?” someone, Isagi, asks me, shaking me from the trance i was in

“Yeah, there’s so many people hahaha” i laugh awkwardly, taking a sip from my drink as i keep on looking around

“Where’s Rin, did something happen?”

i nearly choke at his words, turning around to look at him with a pained smile

“Uh no he-uhm- he’s coming, he just has something urgent to do, but he’ll make it” i say with a cracked voice, clearing my throat and turning my attention back to my friends dancing on the dance floor.

Isagi notices how stiff i look, how i’m completely absent and like i’m continuously searching for something or someone, but he doesn’t say anything; not knowing how to help he just texts Rin, asking him when he’s gonna show up, but being left with a non sent text.

Time passes and the party continues, more and more people ask where Rin is, if he is not doing well and i just have to keep on reassuring everyone that everything is fine and he just had something important that he has to do, but he is gonna come soon.

But is he? is he really gonna make it like he swore?

I try to calm down after the hundredth person asked me about my boyfriend, the corset suddenly feeling too tight, taking my breath away, the chocker i was wearing chocking me as i cough, i excuse myself and run to the bathroom, the red lipstick on my lips cracking as i bite hard on them, blood spilling out.

But i can’t see, tears threaten to fall down as i shut down my eyes, my breath becomes faster every minute that passes as my legs start giving out on me and i fall down at the end of the hall, breath and my whole body shaky, red cheecks and quivering eyes.

All the sounds are muffled, i don’t even hear Chigiri that is running behind me with Isagi and Bachira until he grabs my shoulder and i finally hear his confused voice asking me what happened.

I hold down a sob as i look at him, not being able to speak

“Yn what the fuck happened? Are you hurt?” he asks me concerned and i shake my head

“I’m fine chigiri- don’t worry i’m-“

“Is it Rin? Is it why he didn’t show up?” Isagi asks and my breath gets stuck in my throat as he speaks

“He said he’d be here” i whisper chocking on my words as tears start spilling down, my makeup getting ruined , my vision becoming foggy once again.

“That fucking dumbass” i hear bachira mumble as he shakes his head ruffling his hair, Isagi sighs and takes out his phone to check if Rin had answered, and of course he hadn’t.

Chigiri hugs me, trying to calm me down, as i cry in his chest as i keep on mumbling that he promised, he had to come.

It took us 15 minutes to calm me down, chigiri helped me adjust my makeup and hair before going to the party again, where isagi and bachira reassured people that i was gonna come back in a couple of minutes.

The party continues, even without him, even with my fake smiles, even when we got to the cake and everyone starts singing me happy birthday but i still keep on searching for his face, in vain of course, it continues even when everyone compliments me on the dress he bought me.

But i only wanted him to compliment me, i only wanted him to be the one to sing me happy birthday, i wanted him the one to be next to me during the night, not karasu, not otoya, not sae, i just wanted Rin, i wanted him to reassure me and tell me that everything was gonna be alright.

But we both knew it was not.

So i take the photos, i laugh and i party until late, i drink and i have fun, i act like he doesn’t matter, like he is just a friend that couldn’t make it.

When i get back home, later, and my phone lits up, it’s him who’s calling, and sighing i answer it.

“Hey love, i’m sorry, i didn’t make it”

My voice gets stuck again in my throat, the sinking feeling coming back

“i’m sorry too, i’m sorry i believed you” and before he gets the chance to answer i hung up, leaving his voice to linger in my thoughts, turning off my phone, as i finally let the myself cry to sleep.

[lillypad910]

It’ll Get Better

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!f! Reader

Word Count: 3717

Warnings: cussing, talk of sex, but no smut, breakup, depression, talk of suicide (and almost doing it), teen pregnancy, forced abortion, abusive relationships, tones of healing.

Summary: You are Andy’s girlfriend, friends with Jason and Chrissy and the rest of the popular kids of Hawkins High School, but your life flips upside down when you find out your pregnant. After a harsh breakup with your boyfriend and being discarded by all your friends, you find yourself at the Sattler Quarry, standing on the edge of the rocky cliff, will you jump? Or will a certain freak save you from your dark space?

A/n: Sorry for the long pause in posting! I’ve been working on this for a could days now, but it’s been a slow rolling with writer’s block and school work (I’m in a summer class this month and it’s been kicking my butt a little harder this week). Please enjoy!

You sat at the lunch table, your arms crossed as you listen to Chrissy tell everyone about her exciting date with Jason. “He took me to dinner at Enzo’s, then out to a movie, THEN we went to the lake for a light night dance! Isn’t that so romantic?” She chirps, practically glowing with joy. “Yeah, Chrissy, that’s lovely!” One of the other girls smile.

You stay silent, glancing over at the end of the table where Jason and your boyfriend, Andy, were practically slapping each other for fun. You love Andy, you really do, but god was he a bad boyfriend. All he ever does for you is take you out to dinner before dragging you out to the lake to fuck you in his car. “(Y/n),” Chrissy’s sing-song voice calls you back, “how are things with Andy?” Every fellow cheerleader looks at you and you smile. “Good…! We actually just went out last night too.” You immediately regret mentioning it. “Oh? What did you two do?” All the girls you call friends hold their heads up by their palms after sitting their elbows on the table. “Uh…” you hesitate, the still red handprint on your thigh just covered by your skirt as you pull it down lower. “We ate and then also went to the lake…”

Chrissy smiles, “how sweet!” And just then Eddie Munson decides to jump on top of his table. He talks about how everyone is annoying, besides his table, honestly you really weren’t paying attention, you could care less about what the freaks do. “You want something, Freak?” Jason stands up, going over to get closer to him, Andy following him.

The whole dilemma is squished quickly, with a teacher calling them all to relax. When the bell rings you walk up to your boyfriend, smiling at him. “Hey, you ok? Don’t let that freak get to you.” You place your hand on his chest and he groans. “He just pisses me off.” Lucas glances away nervously. “I know, Babe, but you need to control your anger more.” You remind him. He sighs and wraps his arms around you, “You’re so pretty.” He smashes his lips to your and you giggle.

You sit on your bathroom floor a week later, tears streaming down your face as you chunk the positive test across your floor. It had to be a faulty test, there was no way. Sure you weren’t on birth control because you couldn’t tell your mom you were sexually active, but he takes precautions. He… oh god, the lake.

How the hell are you gonna tell your basketball jock of a boyfriend that you’re pregnant? His entire career would go down the drain, hell his life.

You pick yourself up off the floor, shaking so bad your legs start hurting when you stand up completely. You feel like you’re gonna faint or throw up. Maybe both? You couldn’t tell anymore. Your stomach was tossing and turning, as you stepped closer and closer to the phone on your dresser. Dialing his number, you hold your breath.

“Hello?” His groggy voice echos out of the speaker. “Andy…?” You call out, still extremely nervous. “(Y/n)?” He groans, “Babe, what ever it is it can wait until tomorrow? I’m too tired tonight, ok? Bye.” He hangs up on you before you can get a second word out. You sigh, “Love you too…”

You place your phone down and turn towards your dresser, panning the pictures of the basketball team, some of you and the rest of the cheer squad. You all look so happy. One image catches your eye, Andy and you at a ballgame. He’d thrown the winning shot that Friday, and after cheering with the boys you ran up to him, so proud of him. He was so happy.

The memory calms your nerves. You could tell him, you knew you could. He’d probably panic, but he wouldn’t just drop you, right?

You sit on the floor of the gym the next day, your short cheer skirt barely covering your ass as you sit on your knees. The basketball team scurries across the gym floor, dribbling the ball between the teams, the ball flying through the air. You watch Andy carefully, nervous to tell him later after the game.

The game was won by Hawkins High, and your entire friend group decides to go out to dinner to Benny’s. Standing out in the cold with Andy next to you, hugging his jacket around himself, you huddle closer for warmth. “Hey, Andy?” You get his attention, “what?” You feel your nervous coming back, that aching feeling in your stomach. “Can… can we talk for a minute before the others get here…?” He looks at you confused.

You both move to the side of his car, “Im gonna say this and I don’t want you to freak out, ok?” You tell him. He raises a brow at you, “freak out? Babe, come on, I’m Andy.” He pulls you closer by the waist and you smile softly to yourself. “I know but…” you hesitate, pressing your palms against his chest. Your fingers grip around his basketball jersey under his letterman. “Andy,” you take in a deep breath, “I’m pregnant.” You don’t look at him, keeping your head lowered at you wait for his reaction.

A scoff leaves him, his arms dropping from your waist. “This is a joke right? You’re fucking with me.” His voice is colder than normal, hurtful, spiteful. “What? No, Andy,” you look up at him, “Why would I joke about this? I’m serious.” You frown at him, upset that he thought you would joke about something so serious. He shoves you away and you stumble back a little shocked by his sudden change in care. “Who did you fuck? Are you fucking kidding me? You fucking cheated on me?” “What?! No!! Andy,” you reach back out to him but he slaps your hand away, “I didn’t cheat, Andy, it’s yours.” You tell him, your eyes watering as your emotions get the better of you. He glares at you. “Bullshit.” You scoff, “Andy, why the hell would I cheat on you? I love you.” You try to tell him, tears now pouring down your face. Andy glares at you. “Well thats a problem.” You freeze, your heart suddenly stops as your breath hitches. “What…?”

Andy scoffs, “Come on, (y/n), you didn’t actually think I loved you, did you?” He laughs, a new smirk forming on his lips. But you just feel like your whole world is shattering around you. “What…?” Andy groans, rolling his eyes. “Of course no one would believe you cheated, shit. Why would you?” He smirks to himself, “I’m gonna be honest with you, at least this once.” He leans down a bit so he’s at your level. “I’ve cheated on you, with a couple of different girls. All on the cheer squad, all your friends.” Your breath hitches, fresh tears falling down your face. “But… but at the lake you… you said you loved me…” your voice is soft, hardly audible. He laughs at you.

Andy scoffs, “Come on, (y/n), you didn’t actually think I loved you, did you?” He laughs, a new smirk forming on his lips. But you just feel like your whole world is shattering around you. “What…?” Andy groans, rolling his eyes. “Of course no one would believe you cheated, shit. Why would you?” He smirks to himself, “I’m gonna be honest with you, at least this once.” He leans down a bit so he’s at your level. “I’ve cheated on you, with a couple of different girls. All on the cheer squad, all your friends.” Your breath hitches, fresh tears falling down your face. “But… but at the lake you… you said you loved me…” your voice is soft, hardly audible. He laughs at you.

“I lied, (y/n). It’s easy to do it to get what you want, even when I guess the girl is stupid enough to get herself knocked up from it.” You sniffle rubbing your palms over your eyes to get rid of your tears. “But… it takes two…” you mumble. He breaths in harshly, “No. It takes one girl being stupid by being active without being on birth control.” He glares at you. “It’s your own fault, Babe. Not mine.” He chuckles, “maybe if you weren’t such a whore this wouldn’t have happened.”

You stare at him in disbelief as the cars of your friends pull up. “You better leave.” His voice catches you off guard once more, “best tell them we ended it rather than let them know the truth huh?”

It’s been three weeks, you sit in the medical bed, your mother screaming at the gynecologists as they try to calm your mother down. “Ma’am, please. The operation was successful. There is no need to yell.” You mother’s face just gets more red. “No, the reason to yell was when my 17 year old daughter decided to have sex before getting on birth control!” Her head whips towards you but you don’t look at her, keeping your eyes looking out the window, your hand on your stomach. “Miss (l/n)?” A nurse smiles at you getting your attention. “Are you ok?” She asks. You expression is numb, your voice is monotoned, it worries them. “I’m fine.” You reply. “Mom, can we go home…?” You ask, your hand dropping into your lap. It’s not like it was rubbing anything anymore, anyway. As they said, it was successful.

You should be happy, thankful even. Your life isn’t uprooted or drastically changing. But it has, your friends don’t talk to you anymore, Andy made up some shit about you and now the entire team and cheer squad hates you. Chrissy wont even look at you.

It was just three weeks ago that your heart was shattered in that parking lot of Benny’s, two since your mother brought you in and you first saw that clump of cells in your belly on that monitor, and now today, when they showed you that screen again, now empty. You should be happy.

But you’re not. How could you be? You were thinking you would tell your boyfriend and somehow, some fucking miracle he would become that perfect boyfriend. He should have held you, told you everything was gonna be ok, that you would raise it together. But no. Here you are inside a planned parenthood nearly forty miles away from your home.

Your mother practically drags out to the front desk, her hand squeezing your wrist tightly. “Mom, please, you’re hurting me…” you tell her, trying to pull her clawed fingers off your wrist. “Oh I’m hurting you?” She signs the papers and drags you out to the car. “Ungrateful! Had the perfect boyfriend, perfect future husband and you wasted it away!” “Mom, I didn’t-” “Hah! When your father hears about this-” your eyes widen, “No, Mom, please! I’m sorry, just don’t tell Dad. It’s already taken care of we don’t need to get him involved!” You practically beg her, the fear of your dad making you grasp at her.

She told him.

You got home the next day from school and we’re greeted with a slap across the face. “You bitch!” Your dad yells at you, grabbing at your hair and pulling you outside, “You think that kind of behavior is acceptable in this house. Fucking hell no.” Your mother stands behind him, arms crossed. “Get the hell out!” He throws you back out the front door, “and don’t come back. You fucking filthy whore! Get out!”

You wandered the streets of Hawkins until you found yourself on the cliff of Stattler Quarry. As you stared down into the water bellow, maybe a couple hound red feet under you, you could practically taste the release. You step closer to the edge, your sadness being the most prominent thing in your brain. You wonder how deep it is down there, 20, maybe 30 feet?

You could do it. You could just walk off the edge, no one would miss you. Not your “friends,” not your mom nor your dad, Andy would probably joke about it at your funeral, if there even was one.

You wonder if it would hurt, if the slap of your body against the water’s surface would sting at all.

“Hey,” a voice calls out to you and you swiftly turn around. The one person you never expected to see stands there. Eddie Munson stands a good ten feet away from you, his hands out defensively. “Don’t come any closer!” You yell at him. “Don’t do it.” He tells you, his voice soft, “That’s a long drop, the collision would feel like your skin was being ripped off.” He takes a step closer and you heart races, setting father to the edge.

He glances around. “I’m telling you it’s not a good way to go. I know right now it probably looks promising, like a clean fresh start. But it’s like jumping straight into a bucket of ice.” He elaborates. You hesitate, “How do you know? You don’t get it!” Eddie takes a deep breath, taking a single step closer to you.

“I’ve dived into that water before, (l/n). Sure not the same circumstances, but I promise it hurt enough to make me never do it again.” He takes another step. “And what if I don’t care?” You ask him. He gives you a soft smile. “I heard you know, about what happened. Andy’s a dick, we all know it.” You let out a soft laugh, “He wasn’t always. That’s the point! He only became a dick to me after.” Eddie holds out his hand to you, which makes you step farther to the edge, so he recoils.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. I know you’re scared. Everything feels really shitty right now, but,” Eddie stares at you as you turn to look away from him back over the cliff, “look at me, (y/n).” You look at him, your eyes wide with fear and he feels like his heart is breaking. No matter how cruel your friends were to him, he never thought you were a bad person. He’s not the type of person to wish death upon you because of your shitty friends. Hell especially not this way.

“Just…” he holds out his hand to you, slower this time not to startle you, “take my hand. We’ll get you down from there and we can go, I don’t know. Get a milkshake?” He chuckles softly and you eyes soften at the suggestion. “I can’t go back to school, Eddie.”

His eyes widen when you say his name. To be entirely honest, he had no idea you even knew his name.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to right away, but you will eventually. I know I’m not the best person to say this, but dropping out isn’t a great idea.” He chuckles lightly. For the first time in your life it wasn’t a chuckle you ignored, his words reach you now more than anything he’s ever said had before.

“Hey,” Eddie grabs your attention again, wiggling his fingers to bring your attention to his hand that’s still reaching out to you, “when you do decide to go back,” he smiles at you, “I’ll be right there with you, trust me they’ll pay more attention to the freak than an ex cheerleader.” You feel yourself laugh a bit, not because he said something funny, because what he said oddly gave you a sense of relief. Not because he was the ‘freak’ but because he said he would be there. You slowly reach out to his hand, going to step down from the rock you were standing on.

Just before you could grab him your foot slips. In those few seconds you realize you weren’t ready to die, your scream was probably heard miles out. But you never felt much air. Eddie had grabbed you so fast you didn’t even notice it, pulling you quickly away from the edge and against him, back on solid ground.

“Hey hey, it’s ok. I’ve got you.” He rubs his hand against the back of your hair, your sobs are muffled by his shirt as you cry, harder than you have ever cried before.

He stands there letting you cry it out against him, before pulling you even farther away from the edge, slowly getting you closer and closer to his van. “Here,” he opens the passenger side door and helps you inside, letting you get comfortable, or at least as comfortable as you could get with how tense you look. He buckled you in, pulling the seatbelt over your shoulder and lap, making sure it sits comfortably on you.

After getting into the drivers side he watches you carefully as you finally start to calm down, rubbing your eyes with your sleeves. He gives you a minute before holding out his hand to you. You look at him confused and he smiles. “I just… thought you would like to feel grounded.” He explains.

You lay your hand in his, your fingers locking perfectly together and you feel yourself smile. His hand is rough, something you didn’t notice before. You knew he played guitar, his band being talks about quite often amongst your group of ‘friends’ when making fun of him. You never realized until now how fucked up your friends were, how their idea of this guy was so misguided.

“Thanks…” your voice came out soft, and his hand squeezed your as he pulled out of the quarry, leading you both the an ice cream parlor for those promised milkshakes.

It had been a month since that faithful day, the day you realized the ‘freak’ was actually the nicest guy in all of Hawkins. He was calm, made sure you were comfortable, and didn’t bring up the subject ever again.

“Eds,” you had started calling him the nickname shortly after you moved in with him, his room becoming yours as he moved to the living room with his uncle. You were heavily against the idea of taking his room when he gave it to you. Obviously you could go home, but you were willing to sleep on the couch until you could get in contact with your aunt or cousins.

“Can we get some of these?” You hold up the container of Planter’s Cheez Balls. They were one of your newer favorite snacks. He laughs a bit, “sure, put ‘em in the cart.” You do so, throwing the snack in.

After finishing your grocery shopping, you make it back to his trailer, bringing all the bags in from his van. “Is Wayne working tonight?” You ask him, emptying out the bags on the counter before putting things away. “Yeah,” Eddie joins you, sitting the remaining bags down on the counter, “He said he’s gonna be at work until 7am tomorrow, so we need to figure out dinner on our own.” He helps you empty out the bags and put away all the groceries. When you finish, you both plop down on the couch, his arm behind your head as he turns on the tv. You pop open the container of cheese balls in your lap.

“Open up,” you hold a ball in between your index and thumb, turning towards him. He tilts his head back and opens his mouth, you throw, and the ball lands safely in his mouth, “good catch!” He smiles as you giggle happily continuing to eat your snack. He puts on a movie he knows you will like, before getting comfy into the couch cushions. You lean into him subconsciously. He stiffens up, shocked by you leaning in, which makes you freeze, “Sorry…” you go to pull away but his arm throws over your shoulders and holds you close to him. “Nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart.” He smiles at you, laying his head against yours. You smile as you both sit there on the couch, snuggled up together.

Eddie is very different than Andy was. Andy could be rude, refuse to cuddle you when you desperately wanted physical affection, but Eddie doesn’t. He leans into it, he may be a bit taken aback at first, but he doesn’t stop you, he encourages it.

About half way through the movie you catch yourself not watching anymore, glancing at the man you know would call your best friend, honestly he’s your only friend now. “Eddie,” you grab his attention, making him turn to you. “What’s up?” “Thank you.” He looks at you confused, “For what?” You smile at him. “Everything, you took me in, saved me from doing something stupid, told me everything was gonna be ok, and it has been, because you made it ok.”

Your words hit him hard, and he stares at you for a moment, “(y/n), I…” he hesitates, removing his arm from around you and turning so his full body is turned to you, making you a little anxious. “I don’t need a thank you, I did what any decent person would do. You don’t need to thank me for that.” “But I want to!” You practically yell at him, you hands balling up into fists and pressing against your chest. You know you look like a kid right now, but you don’t care. “I want to thank you…”

Eddie smiles and leans forward pressing his lips to your forehead, “Well then, you’re welcome. I’m glad you’re still with us, Sweetheart.” You blush at his physical affection, your cheeks burning as he pulls away, and you realize something. You like Eddie. You like him way more than you thought possible. “Eddie,”

He looks at you a little concerned seeing your scrunched forehead. “Yeah?” “I-I like you…” Eddie freezes, his heart racing as the words left your lips, those soft pink lips he’s been dreaming of kissing for the past few weeks.

Maybe it was the way you looked when he bought you that milkshake that day after he found you at the quarry, the soft smile you had as you excepted the treat. Maybe it’s the way you would jump up and down with joy when he bought you your favorite movie for you to watch together after a week of you living with him. Maybe it was the way you hugged him when you cried, remembering the fact that you weren’t alone anymore.

Maybe… maybe it was the way he wanted to be there for you for the rest of your life that makes him say his next words. “I love you…”

Your head tilted up, eyes wide when the words left him. “Y-You what…?” You eyes watering as you stare at him. “I love you, (y/n). I know you said you ‘like me’ but maybe given some more time-“ you cut him off, your lips smashing into his, practically falling on top of him. His arms throw around your waist, pulling you close to him as he kisses you back. It was everything you both had dreamt of, soft, sweet, and dreamy.

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[bananaofswifts]

BY RACHEL SONIS

It came to her in a dream (an embarrassing one, at that), Taylor Swift recalled about the origin of her song, “All You Had To Do Was Stay.” On the cusp of her ascent into stratospheric superstardom with the release of her fifth studio album 1989 in 2014, Swift explained to TIME that in the dream, her ex had come to her front door to get her back, and all she could say back was a high-pitched “Stay.”

“It was almost operatic,” Swift said. “I woke up from the dream, saying the weird part into my phone, figuring I had to include it in something because it was just too strange not to. In pop, it’s fun to play around with little weird noises like that.”

It’s how some of our greatest pop songs have come about: making music out of the weird or the strange. That's why it is all the more surprising that “All You Had To Do Was Stay” has never gotten its due. With the release of Swift’s rerecording of 1989 bringing Taylor’s version of the song, nine years after the original, the time has come to reassess the long underappreciated track.

There’s a science, of course, behind “All You Had To Do Was Stay” and its placement on 1989. The song falls into what Swifties call the “Track Five” factor. If you look at Swift’s albums, the story goes, the fifth track of each one is the saddest and most cathartic of the project—and typically best captures its mood and message. On Fearless, it was “White Horse.” On Speak Now, it was “Dear John” and on Red, “All Too Well.” The list goes on, and for the release of her seventh studio album Lover (with “The Archer” as track five), Swift acknowledged the clear pattern.

Contrary to popular opinion, this is also true of “All You Had To Do Was Stay.” It’s one of the saddest songs in Swift’s discography, but it’s created in a way that feels foreign to those who have been following her music since she cried tears on her guitar. In fact, it’s worth asking if it’s a strategic move for the self-proclaimed “mastermind” of subtext.

Saying so long to the country darling we once knew, 1989 marked Swift’s entry squarely into the pop arena. We heard inklings of this in Red two years prior, but this time, the shift in sound was unmistakable: Swift was charting a path toward a kind of pop stardom where her music was going to become ubiquitous and permeable—heard in your bedroom, your mom’s car, or even on the dance floor.

In many ways, this album was meant to be a light-hearted pop forward soundtrack to Swift’s life. “Shake It Off” and “Blank Space” were devil-may-care responses to the media circus and Swift’s romantic throes while “Welcome to New York” was a gleeful proclamation of young adulthood and finding one’s footing in a world that is electric and full of possibility. Even the most pointed of songs, “Bad Blood,” still feels coy and playful. But as any Swiftie knows, you can never have fun without the pain. And that’s where “All You Had To Do Was Stay” plays its critical role.

Perhaps that’s part of the brilliance of 1989, but also of Swift’s mastery. Behind the pulsing synths, drum pads, and processed backing vocals, lyrically, the story she’s trying to tell is just as vulnerable, relatable, and cutting. “People like you always want back the love they pushed aside. But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye”—a line that lands with a sinister calm before an explosive “stay!” carries us into the chorus. There, with brutal honesty, Swift battles how complicated breakups can be: how you might hate someone and still want them back. How people inflict their deepest wounds on each other despite their best intentions. And how you can dance through the sadness and feel release—from that person and sometimes, even, from yourself.

Catharsis comes in many forms and from places where you’d least expect. Sometimes it’s tender and quiet. But it can also be loud and raise hell. With “All You Had To Do Was Stay,” Swift made clear that catharsis in the form of the latter was OK—that loudness and spectacle is OK. The song’s drama, sharp storytelling, and dreamlike quality are unmistakably Swiftian. At the same time, it shows the beauty of how pop music works: How weird and crazy sounds and your most embarrassing stories and dreams can be operatic and accessible. If only you give yourself enough room to lean into it and dance.

[soobinskii]

k.sunoo - still with you

warnings : drugs, alcohol, club setting, angst.

sunoo had broken up with you nearly two months ago. to say the least, you still weren't over him. basically every night you had drank or smoked yourself dumb and went out to clubs, in hopes of forgetting. forgetting all of the laughs, cries, random late night calls, everything. everything that has to do with kim seonwoo, you didn't want to remember it. you couldn't forget though, all of the love he seemed to have for you faded one day.

on a random day in march, he brought you some of your favorite candies and left you, torn down and broken. you can even recall the exact words, "i don't know what it is, i just don't love you how i did before. people change, (y/n), and i think we've grown apart." you hadn't seen it coming until he showed up at your door with a sullen look on his face. his eyes were puffy, like he had stayed up until 4am, crying and figuring out how to word it, or how to go about the breakup. maybe you knew what was coming when he randomly asked you "may i come over?" texting you at a random time in the afternoon when he knew you were free. the text seemed off, it didn't have his usual emojis, or extra punctuation marks.

it wasn't his fault, you know emotions change along with people, but you just can't move on that fast. it'll take you a few more weeks, maybe even months. you just can't wrap your head around why he did it, or what happened. 'did i do something?', 'is there someone else?', 'what is he doing?' are all questions that constantly run throughout your head. you just had no idea as to what caused sunoo to want to leave.

so, to make yourself feel better, you go outside and smoke a fat, heavily packed blunt. you get high out of your mind before going to the club with your close friends, jay and jake. you texted your gc, 'chamber of secrets' and asked them if they wanted to pop out and go to the club. of course, the two of them said yes. so you get ready in your tightest, sluttiest outfit and smoke some weed as you wait for them to pick you up.

they come to your door, and unlock it without knocking. as they arrive at your balcony jay starts, "hey doll, you look sexy." while jake rolls his eyes and says, "jay, shut up. anyways, you look high as hell and your eyes are red. are you sure that you still want to go out?" he seems a bit concerned, but you just nod and reply "yeah, i'm good. i am still functional so, why not?" shrugging and putting your blunt out.

jake nods, and grabs your hand, leading you out the door and to his car. jay takes the back and manspreads across the seats while on his phone. the ride is mostly silent other than the music coming from the radio, 'still with you' by jungkook plays and jake hums along.

when your trio reaches the club you all split up, the two of them taking random spots either on the dance floor, or by the wall; talking to a few randoms, staying sober for the night. you decide to stand outside for a second, admiring the sun as it sets and paints a gorgeous picture of bright, warm hues. the wind blows softly, carressing your skin with a near silent whisper. all you bear right now is the bass from the club and the wind quietly blowing in your ears.

right when you turn to go back inside and head to the floor, you see a familiar man with chocolate brown hair. he's faced backwards, but he has a sense of familiarity to you. his stature, posture and back profile all look similar to.. sunoo. you can't help but feel anxious, just gazing at him. you don't know if it's truly him but, you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes yet again. all of the memories hit you like a truck. you know sunoo could be easily mistaken, but this seems like it's really him.

you didn't realize how long you had been staring, until you zone back in and realize your eyes have met his. you want to run, but between the heels adorning your feet and the dead-end alleyway you're standing in, there's nowhere for you to go. you want to run as fast as you can, as far as you can, but you feel like you're stuck in place. the only way out would be past him, and you almost don't want to run away from him. the man that you once (still) loved.

he starts walking towards you, seemingly on autopilot. it's like he was meant to be with you, like there are magnets connecting the two of you and you can't deny them, or pass them by. he seems to understand that he mustn't leave you, the two of you were given a special connection that not just anyone has. it feels like he's moving in slow motion, you don't know if it's the weed or the shock of it all.

"hey, (y/n). it's been a while.. how've you been?" he says awkwardly, as if he's almost forgotten who you are. it seems as if he barely remembers your name, like it's venom on his tongue. "hi, sunoo.. yeah.. it's been a while.. i've been pretty good, how about you?" you avoid eye contact, you don't want him to see your bloodshot eyes, eyebags or the apprehensive glint in your pupils.

"i've been holding up, i guess.." he shrugs, he has such a monotone edge to his voice that you can't exactly tell how he's feeling. it seems as if he has a sense of longing, but you'd call that delusion on your part. "there's something i've really wanted to talk to you about, is it okay if i tell you now? since i don't know if i'll have a chance to talk to you again." now he's avoiding your eye contact and pushing his hair back.

"what is it, sunoo? i'm unsure of what you could want now." you say sternly, almost on the brink of tears and wanting to avoid this entire interaction. "you know, i've really missed you. i don't know why i left you like that and i thought it over a million times, i was just stressed and overwhelmed. i still care for you and love you, i want to talk to you again." he says, also nearly about to cry.

"i don't know why you left me if you were just stressed. that doesn't make sense, you could've told me that you were stressed instead of telling me all that bullshit about you didn't love me. it felt like-" you stop yourself, realizing that tears are flowing out of his eyes and he's rubbing his eyes while ruffling his hair around. sunoo looks genuinely distressed, and mildly distraught. "shit, fuck.. i'm sorry.." you say, taking his hands down from gripping and pulling at his hair. you place it back down and wipe his tears with the back of your hand.

"i know, i know i wasn't right for not just talking about it. i should've just talked to you about it and i regret it daily. why can't you fucking see that i'm still in love with you?" he nearly shouts, taking deep breaths, yet failing. his voice is faltering, and his head is hung low, sinking into your touch. he'd been waiting for you to just hold him again, kiss him and do everything the two of you used to do.

you sigh and think for a moment, moving your hands down to his cheeks and pressing them up so he'll look at you. you blink back tears, not wanting to ruin your makeup that you took quite a while to do. "y'know what, you come with me to my house later, and we can talk about it. does that sound good?"

he nods ferociously and agrees, ready to take you up on that offer and possibly rekindle a relationship that you thought was lost.

[yxlnst]

Unexpected Kisses and Unveiled Confessions

Idol!dk x reader!y/n

🎀 Summary 🎀 : After humiliating you, DK kisses you, admitting his teasing was misguided, realizing his mistake when he sees your tears.

🧸 Word count 🧸 : 427

Angst, fluff

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The cafeteria buzzed with activity as students chatted and laughed over lunch. You sat alone, keeping your head down, hoping to avoid any attention. Ever since your breakup with DK, he'd made it his mission to humiliate you in front of the entire school, and today was no different.

As you reached for your lunch, DK swaggered over, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like someone's eating alone again," he taunted, loud enough for the surrounding students to hear. Laughter erupted, and you felt your face flush with embarrassment.

Ignoring him, you focused on your food, but DK wasn't finished yet. With a swift motion, he tipped your tray, sending your lunch crashing to the floor. Gasps filled the air as food splattered everywhere, and tears welled up in your eyes.

"Oops, my bad," DK chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Looks like you'll have to go hungry today."

Feeling defeated, you quickly gathered your things and hurried out of the cafeteria, desperate to escape the humiliation.

The rest of the day dragged on, each passing hour filled with whispers and sideways glances. From the humiliating incident in the cafeteria to the countless snickers and taunts in the hallways, it felt like the entire school was against you. By the time the final bell rang, you were drained both emotionally and physically.

With a heavy heart, you gathered your belongings and prepared to leave the classroom. As you reached for the door handle, it swung open, and DK stepped inside, his expression surprisingly serious.

Without a word, he closed the distance between you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. Before you could react, his lips met yours in a soft, tender kiss, sending shockwaves of electricity coursing through your body.

Weakness flooded your limbs, and you tried to push him away, but the strength seemed to evaporate from your body as his lips lingered against yours. Finally, the kiss ended, and you stumbled backward, your heart racing.

"What was that?" you demanded, your voice trembling with emotion.

DK hesitated, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by something softer. "I... I don't know," he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I just... couldn't stand seeing you upset.”

Confusion swirled in your mind as DK confessed, his words piercing through the chaos of your thoughts. "I loved teasing you because it was the only way to get your attention," he confessed, his voice filled with remorse. "But when I saw you cry for the first time, I knew I had crossed the line."

His words struck a chord deep within you, stirring feelings you had long tried to suppress. Despite everything that had happened between you, there was a part of you that couldn't help but feel drawn to DK, to the complexity and depth hidden beneath his tough exterior.

With a hesitant sigh, you nodded, a sense of understanding dawning between you. Perhaps, just perhaps, this unexpected encounter was the catalyst for a new beginning—a chance for redemption, forgiveness, and perhaps even love. And as you stood there, hand in hand with DK, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope for the future that lay ahead.

[dreamingofep]

Strangers in the Crowd

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on are annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International. Little did you know this would be a show you’ll never forget. [Fem!Reader ]

TW: Smuttt, cussing, fingering (f. receiving) teasing/tension, virgin reader, unprotected p in v, oral.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 8.1k

A/N: Hi lovlies. Hope you enjoy this new fic! I LOVE 70s Elvis in Vegas and couldn’t help but wonder if he would have a little fling with someone in his audience. Im incapable of writing a short fic I guess so sorry that it’s so long hahaha. Feel free to message me or comment what you think! Thanks for all the love. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

The Vegas lights blinded you with all their glittery and colorful beauty. You had never been here before and this small little city in the desert excited you. You and your best friend were on your annual girls trip and this year you decided to go all out and do a three-day trip here. You and Cicily were also celebrating your 25th birthday together as it was only 3 days apart from one another. You both had never left Austin and were so excited to make a road trip to Vegas.

You both were fresh out of breakups and were ready to have some fun. Your ex was a selfish asshole and only wanted to use you for your body. You never let him get that far and couldn’t stand how he would treat you regardless. It only lasted a month but you knew a girls trip was in order a forget all about any college boy problems.

On the first day there, you both hit the shops and bought some new outfits and a really special one to go and see Elvis Presley at the International Hotel tonight. You both were so excited to see him live. You had heard all the rave reviews of his latest Vegas engagement and Cicily had a cousin who worked for the hotel who could get you two some tickets to the midnight show. They were booths in the middle of the showroom so you thought it would be a pretty good seat to see everything.

You both wait in line to get into the theater and the excited hum of the room made you so anxious in the best of ways. You’ve never seen him live and tonight was the time.

You both get ushered to your booth and you order drinks for yourselves. Two cosmopolitans were your drinks of choice and the buzz in the air was electric. Everyone was rushing to their seats with hound dogs and pictures of Elvis in their hands. A lot of the girls were giddy with excitement and you couldn’t help but look the same. You glance over at Cicily and it looks like she’s on the brink of screaming.

The house lights go down and applause breaks out as the golden curtain starts to rise. The lights dance on the shimmering fabric and it is mesmerizing. The band starts to play and you get chills running down your arms. The bass is loud and heavy and feels like it's rattling in your chest.

Then you see it. This tall, ethereal-looking man steps from the wings of the stage and captures the audience in the palm of his hand. The most contagious-looking smile forms across his face and he shakes his head and looks down at the floor, then back up. You’re smiling like an idiot and screaming with the rest of the crowd. His tan skin gleamed underneath the white jumpsuit he had on with mesh chains connecting on each side of the low cut V. You look over at Cicily and she has tears in her eyes she’s so happy.

You have to pinch yourself… you’re in the same room as Elvis Presley.

The Elvis Presley.

The King of Rock and Roll.

The man that caused riots in the 50s and now fourteen years later, he’s back for more.

His long legs get him to the microphone quickly as one of his band members helps him put his guitar strap on around his neck. He still has an ear-to-ear grin on his face and pulls the microphone stand to him as he stretches out his right leg as the left is shaking in place.

“We’ll that’s all right mama…that’s all right with you…”

The sound of his voice filling the large showroom is causing everyone to thrill with excitement and clap along to the beat of the song. He is filled with nervous energy but it is only fueling him further.

You hug her tight as both of your eyes are glued to the stage.

She nudges you as he is talking to the audience, “Isn’t he something?! Oh my god, he’s just on fire up there!”

You nod your head as you look back at the stage. He starts stuttering and making fun of himself and folding over and laughing. And good lord his laugh is the most contagious thing you’ve ever heard. You feel a grin form across your face as you listen to him stutter and giggle at himself. He still has that boyish charm but the sexual charisma drips off of him like thick sweet honey.

And what you would give to have a taste…

Cicily bumps your shoulder and breaks you out of your daydream.

“Did you know that he walks through the crowd and kisses the girls? My cousin says he does It every show,” she says giddily. You can’t help but giggle and blush at the idea of his lips touching yours. Lord, it makes you weak just thinking about it.

“My first movie ladies and gentlemen was Love Me Tender, I’d like to sing it for you,” you hear his smooth baritone voice fill the speakers and turn your attention to the stage again. He starts the song off slowly, kissing a few girls that are by the stage. Then he goes down the steps of the stage and says hello to more people.

The crowd starts to gather around him as he tries to make his way through the showroom. He places soft kisses on the women coming up to him or anyone else he sees in his eye-line.

He starts getting closer to your booth and a huge surge of nerves fills your entire body.

Could there be a chance?

Would he see you?

Would he give you a kiss?

Screams fill the air as he gets closer to your booth and you feel your heart drop into your stomach. He was distractingly beautiful the closer he was to you. All you could do was stare at the way he commanded the room and how he took the time to look at everyone with a smile.

Suddenly, your eyes meet and you gasp at those electric blue eyes. They pierce into you and hold you there. You feel like time had slowed down for you two. In this brief moment, it was just you two and not the other thousands of people screaming his name fighting to get his attention. He gently pushes through the few people in front of him and stands right before you.

A small smirk forms on the corners of his mouth and he places his hand on your cheek. Blood rushes to them and you move in closer to him.

“Come here, lil’ mama,” he says and leans in to kiss you.

His lips meet yours and you move your hand to his face too. The softness of his lips feels perfect on yours and he pulls away and has a gorgeous smile on his face. Before turning away, he winks and moves into the crowd almost consuming him. Your whole body is in shock. There are no words that can form in your head other than, “holy shit.”

You place both of your hands over your mouth to cover your complete shock. Cicily tugs at your arm and is screaming over and over at you, “what just happened!? Oh my god was that real!?”

You are at a loss for words. Nothing could make this trip more perfect than what just happened. Elvis makes his way back onto the stage to finish the song. The crowd starts to sit back down and you are buzzing with excitement still. Never in a million years did you think this would happen.

“Am I dreaming!? Holy shit… that was amazing…” you trail off in a daze.

“Was it like you dreamed it?”

“Even better, god what I would give for another…” you stop yourself as Cicily grabs your hand with a sly look on her face.

“You don’t have enough balls to go get another…” she giggles.

You look back up to the stage and he’s taking a second to drink some water. Every angle of this man is perfect and the way that jumpsuit looks astonishing on him just makes your mouth water. The feeling of his plump lips replays over and over and over again in your head and you start to blush just thinking about having another kiss from him.

“You wanna put money on that?”

You get up from the booth and make your way to the front tables. You squeeze through the people’s chairs and get to the ledge of the stage. Elvis turns around and sets down his water on the table next to one of the guitar players as he sees you leaning your arms on the stage and looking up at him. You rest your chin on your arms and give him your most pleading eyes.

“Well now, what do we have here,” he chuckles into the microphone.

You smile a big smile at him and motion him to come closer to you with your finger.

He slowly moves closer, taking his sweet time, almost teasing you.

“You want another kiss so you can sit down, is that the idea?” he teases, his feet right near your arms.

You nod your head yes and can’t help but bite your lip. You feel this rush of boldness and reach out and touch his calf. He gets a grin from this gesture and kneels down on one knee for you.

“Well come here baby,” he coos into the microphone. The crowd goes crazy and you feel your heart racing out of your chest. You get on your tippy toes as you try to reach him. He pulls the microphone away from his mouth and places his hand on your face yet again. He gives you a sly grin and shakes his head.

“You naughty girl,” he whispers as he leans in for a kiss. Your cheeks flush red at the sound of his words but also how passionate the kiss felt. There was so much energy flowing through him and you loved the way his lips felt on you. You squeeze his calf slightly as he is about to break the kiss. You smile up at him and bite your lip. He shakes his head and goes in for another wet kiss and you can’t help a small airy moan escape your lips.

“Thank you,” you mouthed at him and let go of his leg. You shoot him an ear-to-ear smile and he gets off his knees and stands back up.

“Lord have mercy,” he chuckles back into the mic as the audience continues to egg him on. You feel your head spinning and the loudness of the room only gets worse. You take a deep breath and try to go back to your seat. Other girls were trying to get to the stage too but Elvis wasn’t paying any attention to them. He went back for another drink of water and the band start to play the next song.

You finally reach the booth and Cicily’s mouth is agape and her eyes are blown wide.

“Pay up,” you snicker and hold out your hand.

She continues to have that shocked expression on her face and you burst out into laughter.

“You’re insane! I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” You nod your head at her and look back at the stage.

“Well, when’s the next time that’s gonna happen?! The worst he could have said was no. I have nothing to lose we’re leaving in two days, might as well take some memories with us back home,” you say as you realize everything that has happened in these last 20 minutes. Shock and awe are all you can see and so happy that this has happened.

You turn your attention to him on stage and you could swear he’s looking at you, and only you. There are so many songs that he does that sound incredible. He brings a new life to them and there's so much passion in his voice. He’s up there doing what he loves to do and it shines through.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been a fantastic audience,” he says humbly as he goes to drink some water. “There’s a song I did in Blue Hawaii, and I’d like to sing it, especially for you,” the first notes of the song ring out on the piano and the heavy sound of the drums follow as he starts Can’t Help Falling in Love.

It’s one of your favorite songs he’s ever done and it always lifts your spirits. His voice rings out beautifully with the rest of his backup singers and you can feel the tears well up in your eyes.

This last hour and a half was surreal and one you’ll never forget. And to end with this song in particular, you know he’s singing it to you, the fans. His love for the fans was something that no other artist had. That’s what made him so special.

A taller man with brunette hair starts to make his way to your table and you look over at Tasha uncomfortably. He greets you both with a smile and you wait for what he’s doing at your table.

“Hi ladies, I’m Jerry. I work with Elvis,” he said trying to talk over the loudspeakers. “We were wondering if you both wanted to come to the after-party tonight for Elvis?”

You shoot Cicily a look and you swear she has stars in her eyes.

“Yes, we’d love to!” You both say at the same time. Jerry laughs at your excitement.

“Alright sounds good, follow me and I’ll escort you both up,”

Your heart raced with excitement and anticipation for what was going to happen next. A party with Elvis!? This has to be some sort of dream you swear.

You all exit the showroom and head through the lobby. Through the hall of elevators, you get in the last one on the right and Jerry holds the door open for your two and makes sure no one is following you. He inserts a key into the panel that gives access to the penthouse floors.

You get up to the top floors and turn the corner to the first doors where you see two big guys blocking the doors. They nod at Jerry and open the door for him. He lets you two in the doors first where there is a lot of people already in the suite with drinks in their hand. The view of the Vegas strip was in the distance, sparkling with all the luster of stars.

You both get yourself glasses of champagne and find an open sofa seat you both share. Your body fills with nerves getting to be so close to him again.

Suddenly a hush falls over the room and this intense amount of energy makes your arm hair stand up.

Above the crowd stands the tall man in his all-white jumpsuit. His hair was wet with sweat and his tan chest glistened.

You stand up, wanting to be seen in the crowd of people yet again. Everyone starts to congratulate him on a wonderful show. He shakes the hands of anyone who reaches out to him and smiles the most gorgeous-looking smile you had ever seen.

Suddenly, his eyes look up at yours as you are staying back from the rest of the group.

He starts walking over and turns to look over at Cicily. She and Jerry are in the midst of a conversation and watch as he leans in and places a kiss on her lips. You cover your face to hide any sounds that might come out of your mouth and quietly giggle.

No one is going to believe the trip you two are having…

By the time you glance back over at Elvis, he’s standing right in front of you, looming over your small frame as you stare deep into those eyes.

“Well, what a great surprise seeing you here. Did you come back for more?’ He teases as he brushes your hair behind your ear. You can’t help but blush at his words and want to play his little game.

“Oh I don’t know about all that, it seems you have enough girls in this suite to keep you busy for a few hours. I don’t think you’ll have time for me,” you say coyly. You normally never act so cocky and sure of yourself, but something about this man made you crazy being so close to him.

“The only one I see that I want to pay any attention to is right in front of me darlin'. What’s your name?”

“Y/n, nothing special.”

“Oh no, I like the sound of that. It suits you. Beautiful and sexy,” he teases.

Your breathing hitches and you have no idea what to say to him. Almost as reading you thought, he leans down and kisses you right on the lips. This time it's different. He’s not putting on an act. There’s no audience necessary that is egging him on to kiss you. He places his hand on the small of your back and slowly pushes you into his strong frame.

You sigh into him loving the feeling of your body touching his. You put your hands on his chest, feeling his soft chest hair on your fingertips.

“Do you need anything darlin’? I need to go take a shower and I’ll come back out to the party.”

“Some more kisses, but I’ll be fine for a little,” you blush and shoot him a sly grin up at him.

“Oh I was right, I do have a naughty girl,” he grins devilishly, “Go enjoy the party. I promise I’ll come find ya.” He winks and starts to walk off to the next room attached to this suite. Your heart flutters at the slightest thing he does. You’ll be lucky to make it back home alive in one piece by the time this night ends.

You look over at Cicily again and she’s still all eyes for Jerry and you smile to yourself.

You try to mingle in with the rest of the guests but your mind keeps wondering when Elvis is coming back out. You wanted to talk to him more, be next to him, and most importantly, you want him to kiss you more.

Minutes go by and you see Elvis through the crowd dressed in a blue button-up, making his electric eyes pop even more, and a pair of black slacks. This man dressed to the nines no matter the occasion and the confidence just dripped off of him. He made his rounds throughout the room making small talk to anyone who came up to him.

Your heart was racing the entire time watching him, just waiting for your turn next. You were sitting on the sofa next to the windows, taking in this breathtaking view when you felt that familiar chill run down your body. You turn to look up at Elvis looking at you. His eyes tracing every inch of your body, looking at you ravenously.

“You like what you see hmm?” You say sheepishly.

He kneels down on one knee in front of you, just as he did on the stage, and leans in to whisper.

“I think I found what was missing to make this a perfect view.”

You feel your cheeks begin to redden. “Oh? You think so?”

“I do honey. I’d love to take you right up against that window and make the whole town watch.”

Your heart stops at the sound of his words. You feel your wetness pool at the sound of his words and you cross your legs, your pussy starting to have this needy feeling.

“Why don’t we go into the other room so we can talk more privately,” he says.

You two sneak into the connecting room and he closes the door behind you two. It’s another large living room type of setup with a bar and a piano by the window. You get lost in the beauty of the interior and the gold accents everywhere. He gently grabs your hand and takes you out of the front door and into the room across the hall. When he opens the door, the scent of him fills your nose and makes your mouth water. You hadn’t been around him very long, but the way you love the way he smells is so comforting but also so intoxicating.

There’s a large king-sized bed that consumed the middle of the room, and another grand-sized piano by the window.

You feel his hands wrap around your waist and he turns you to face him.

“That little stunt you pulled out there was a bold one. What made you think to do that?”

“Hmm, I just liked our first kiss so much, I needed another. Couldn’t sit down until I got it,” you say bluntly.

“I’m so glad you did. You were the one that stood out the most to me tonight honey. I couldn’t get enough.” The tension in the room is thick and your body wants him more than anything and it scares you.

You reach up and grab the collar of his shirt, making him get closer to you as you plant a long wet kiss. You feel a low grumble in his chest as you slip your tongue into his mouth. You gasp at the sensations running through your body. You feel the wetness in your panties pool more and you are unsure what to do about it. He carefully slides his hand down the arch of your back and pushes your torso into his. You gasp at the feeling of his erection starting to form. Part of you wants to ravage him right there, but the other part of you is timid and shy. A bolt of nerves raced through your body as it hits you he might want a bit more than just kissing tonight…

But you love the feeling of him against you. The way his hands grope and squeeze your body makes you a complete mess. His hands drift up, as he slides the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Your breathing quickens and you stare up at him, unsure of what to do next.

His fingertips lightly brush the top of your breast and you gasp at the sensation.

“You look so beautiful, mama. Can I see the rest of ya?” He asks so innocently. The boyish smile he has as he looks over your body. Like it’s the first time he’s ever seen a woman this close.

His gaze is intimidating. You really don’t know what he expects of you but he’s Elvis Presley. He’s surely been with countless women and his expectations are astronomically high when it comes to sex.

Nerves continue to wrack your body almost causing you to shake. Your voice is quiet and unsure, “Elvis, I don’t know. I don’t think you want to do this with me….” The concern lights up his eyes.

“Honey, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. You don’t have to do anything. But what did you mean by that? Why wouldn’t I want to do anything with you? You’re gorgeous baby,” he says with a smile.

“I umm… I know I’m not what you’re used to. I’m not sure about…” you trail off, your cheeks burning red.

His eyebrows squint together in concern.

“Baby, you don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll take real good care of you I promise. I want to give you more,” he places a soft kiss on your lips and you feel your body aches for him to do everything he’s promising you.

But you break the kiss and muster up the courage.

“Elvis I, umm, I’m a virgin. I’ve never been with a man. Ever. I have no idea how to please you and I don’t want this to be something that’s terrible for you. You’re better off finding another girl in that room to have fun with tonight,” your voice soft and weak. You feel so embarrassed about what you had to confess and the insecurities are running off of you like water.

He looks at you stoically, trying to find the right thing to say. He goes to sit on the edge of the bed and reaches out his hand for yours. You cautiously move toward him and he looks deep into your eyes.

“Darlin’ that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You have no reason to feel bad about it. Not with me at least. If you’re not ready to do anything, that’s fine,” he says softly and thinks for a bit. “Can I ask why it’s never happened? I just thought a gorgeous girl like you, you’d have men throwing themselves at ya,” he quips cutely.

You chuckle at his cheeky comment, “No one’s been worth it. I just didn’t feel the same when it came to having sex with someone and wasn’t just going to do it because they wanted it.”

“I understand darlin’. I’m sorry you’ve felt like that with a man,” he says softly.

Your head spins as this whole situation feels unreal. You have this undeniable need to have him which is crazy to you considering you have never had a man.

“But you’re different, I can tell. I want you, so bad Elvis. Every part of me wants you but I don’t know what you expect of me.”

“You don’t need to do anything darlin’. I’ll take care of you and make you feel so good. I can teach you things, if you want…”

“Yes, teach me… teach me how to make you feel good too. What do you like, please tell me,” you plead.

His eyes start to look aflame, he bites his bottom lip and places a tiny kiss on your cheek down to your neck.

“Mmm, okay dear,” he whispers in your ear.

You take a sharp breath in, loving the way his lips ignite you and all the new sensations that come with it.

“Can I teach you how to suck me off? Would you like me in your mouth?” He asks with lust rolling off his words causing your pussy to clench.

You slowly nod your head yes and he goes on to kiss you again on the lips, slipping his tongue in and groaning.

The idea of his cock in you has you filled with anticipation and need. You had only ever grinded on a few guys in the past over their pants but this was different. Something about Elvis’ commanding presence told you that he was going to fuck you senseless and you were going to love it.

He carefully placed one of your hands on his upper thigh where you can feel his forming erection run down his leg.

You gasp at the feeling and how large he is.

“See whatcha doin’ to me, making me so hard. This is gonna be inside you making you feel so good.” He moans as he feels you start to rub the length of him. The friction of his pants against it is driving him crazy. He trails kisses up and down your neck, nipping at times the soft sensitive flesh making you moan.

He leans you back, so he can get better access to your breasts. He kisses and sucks at them, making popping sounds each time he lets go. You feel the rush of wetness go into your panties and the throbbing sensation overtaking your core.

You carefully pull down the fabric of the top of your dress, exposing yourself to him. He groans when he sees what you’re doing and takes his large hands and places them firmly on you. You watch as he squeezes them, applying little pressure at first, then squeezes them harder causing you to moan and your head to fall back. He lifts one of your breasts and puts your nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking the sensitive bud.

You gasp, shocked by the way he uses his mouth on you. The more he sucks and licks them, the worse the throbbing becomes in between your legs. You can’t help but push his head more into your breasts wanting him to ravage them more.

You rub his fully formed erection and try to get his pants off of him but he stops you.

“Oh are you ready baby? You want this?” He quips.

You nod your head, “yes, tell me what you like. I want to make you feel good,” you beg.

“Take off your dress for me, let me see you.” You pull down the rest of your dress and stand before him just in your panties. One by one, you undo the buttons on his shirt as you feel his eyes take in the sight before him.

Your hands shake slightly as you get to unbutton his pants and slowly pull down the zipper. You slide down the waist band of his slacks and to your surprise he’s not wearing any underwear, you watch as his large cock spring free from his pants.

You stare and bite your lip. You had no idea what to expect, but you were not expecting this. His cock was longer, and thicker than you expected and the way his veins running along his shaft made your mouth water by just looking at it. Your hands trail down his chest and graze over his length. He hisses at the contact and squeezes your arm.

You’ve never seen a man naked before, but you know this was as perfect as they come.

“Get on your knees for me baby,” he says gently as he sits back down on the bed, spreading his legs wide, looking like the definition of temptation. You kneel in between his legs, wanting to touch all of him so badly but wait for his instructions.

He picks up your hand and wraps it around his shaft. The length of him is warm and there is a clear fluid coming out of the head. He grabs your other hand and has you cup his rather large, heavy-hanging balls.

“What I’d like you to do for me, is just rub me in your hand, back and forth, then lick the head of my cock. Nice and slow like this,” he moves his hand on top of yours and you watch as his foreskin almost envelops his red, leaking head, and pull it back to see more of his protruding veins in his shaft. He has you gently squeeze his balls in your hand, causing his hips to move and dry hump into you. After a few strokes, he lets go of your hands and watches you. You love the small, airy sounds he makes as you put a little more pressure on it. His hips gently roll as he enjoys your hand working his cock.

“Now open your mouth for me, honey. Nice and wide and let me feel you.” You keep stoking him and do as he says. You open your mouth and he slowly guides the tip of his cock into your mouth. The hot heat touches your tongue and you moan. You wrap your lips around his head and suck.

A deep guttural growl comes out of him and you start to suck. This unbeknownst primal instinct takes over you and the smell of him fills your nose making you moan with him in your mouth.

“Oh yes, just like that mama. Just like that. Use your tongue a bit too. Lick and suck on me.” He groans out. You look up at his face looking so pleasured by this. His mouth is open in awe and watching you intently as you suck and stroke his cock.

You start to use your tongue licking and swirling around his head while sucking him.

You get more excited and decide to put more of him inside your mouth, doing the same motions he told you to. He gasps as you take more of him hungrily. You keep watching him as his eyes pop open and he lets out a loud moan. You test out what gets him going the most. You suck his tip, swirling your tongue around his swollen head, and squeeze his balls more making him buck his hips off the bed.

“Oh mama yes, that’s so good. Let me move in and out of your mouth now,” he moans hungrily and grabs a fist full of hair in his hand. You love the way he’s sounding. The way he’s getting off because of you is the most addicting sound and you want to take in more of his cock.

You place your hands on the tops of his thighs and he pushes his hips slightly, having you take in more of his length. You feel his head hit the back of your throat and you sputter and gag around him. He pulls his cock from your throat, making sure you’re okay, and watch as you claw at his thighs, ready for more.

You nod your head at him and take more of him in your mouth. You never thought giving head would be a thing you’d like, but watching him enjoy it so much was one of the hottest things you’ve ever experienced.

He continues to moan and tighten the grip on your hair. You move with him and he fills your mouth with his hot length. You try to relax your throat to not gag on him as much but he continues to plunge his cock down your throat, letting you breathe, then putting it back down your throat. He pulls out of you, pulling you from your hair and you let out a soft cry.

“Oh, honey you did so good. Making me feel so good. I could fuck that throat all night, but I need to take care of you now,” he teases and helps you get off your knees. He picks you up and places you on the bed with the pillows underneath your head and back.

He looks like he’s about to eat you alive and you wait patiently.

“How’s my honey doing? Are you feeling okay?” He says as he opens your legs wide for him. Your heart beats wildly out of your chest and feel more wetness pool.

“I need you. I’m throbbing and it won’t go away.” You plead and try to close your legs, hoping some sort of friction would help.

But he doesn’t let you and continues to keep them open, both of his hands on your knees. Looking at your soaked panties, he starts to trail his hand down to your panty line.

“I’m gonna touch you, honey. Making sure you’re all ready for me.” He growls when he feels the wetness that has seeped through the lace fabric. You jump at the friction and he tears them off in one quick motion.

His eyes grow wide as he looks at the wetness leaking out of you. He takes two fingers and slowly rubs your clit, causing an electric shock through your body.

“Oh fuck! What are you…,” your question fades as you moan loudly instead. He runs those two fingers up and down your folds, spreading your wetness and driving you mad. You arch your back and push into his fingers causing a mess in between your legs.

He smiles at the state you’re in, needy and horny, just how he wants you to stay.

“Have you ever played with yourself, honey? You ever put your fingers inside yourself?” He asks innocently.

You blush and have to look away, “I’ve played with myself a few times but umm, I’ve never put my fingers inside myself.” You say shyly. The idea never really popped into your head til now. Wanting Elvis’ fingers inside you sounded like a sin that was so delicious. You were so attracted to the idea.

“Hmm, I see baby. Have you ever made yourself cum?”

Your face turns another shade of red and quickly shake your head no, not wanting to see the reaction on his face.

“Well, I’ll teach you, honey. Make you feel so good. You are very needy tonight… you need something to fill you. Let me finger you and get you ready to take my cock,” he coos. You whine and try to move his hand down lower where the throbbing is growing.

He slowly takes his index finger and puts it in your weeping hole. You had never been penetrated by someone and the feeling of his long finger inside you is overwhelming. His long, slender finger reaches deep inside you while staying firmly taught around him. You buck your hips up into him and cry out.

“Mmm fuck you’re so tight for me baby. I don’t know if you’re ready for my cock.” He teases.

“Make me ready… I want you to fuck me with more than just your fingers,” you beg and buck your hips into him more.

“Oh you fucking naughty girl,” he moans as he pumps his finger in and out of you watching as you are writhing on the bed. You can’t control the sounds that are coming out of your mouth and love the way he’s reaching parts of you that had never been explored. He curls and prods them to your never before touched walls and you swear you’re going to pass out. He enters another finger and you feel this coil in your belly tighten exponentially. He starts to move them faster and curls his fingers up into your walls. Your vision goes blurry for a second, being consumed by the pleasure he is giving you with his skilled fingers. Your walls begin to flutter and he smirks at this, pumping them faster.

“Oh, I love the way this pussy feels. Do you think you’re ready for me? Ready to take all this cock inside ya?” You realize he loves to tease as he says this and look down as he has his cock in his hand, slowly jerking it off while looking down hungrily at your leaking cunt.

You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a frustrated cry.

“Please Elvis,” he pulls his fingers out of you and places them in his mouth, moaning when he tastes your sweet honey. He licks them clean and grabs the back of your thighs to adjust your body. He has you wrap your legs around his waist and you cling onto his shoulders. He jerks his cock in his hand and teases your entrance with just the tip. Every last nerve in your body is on edge and you claw at his arms in anticipation.

“Just relax mama. I’ve got you. It might hurt a little since your cherry hasn’t been popped but I promise it’s gonna feel so good after.” He coos and places sultry kisses on your lips. You moan, ready for him to give you anything he wants.

He’s gentle, and slowly pushes the first few inches of his cock inside you. The way he is stretching you causes you to gasp. He’s so much bigger than you expected and your body doesn’t know what to do.

You cry out his name as he sets this slow, but insistent pace. He grabs one of your breasts in his large hand and squeezes and pinches your nipples in between your fingers. You moan more with the mix of pain and pleasure coursing through your body.

He put more inside you and you feel this sharp pain inside you and you wince. Tears well in your eyes as you try to take him. You cry out as he moves in and out of you carefully. He sees the pain you’re in and holds you tighter.

“Doing so good baby,” he caresses you.

He keeps you there locked with him, caressing your face and looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered. Everything about this felt so natural. The nerves that were filling your body moments ago were slowly dissipating and you were just enjoying the moment with him inside you. He thrusts his hips, putting the last few inches inside you and you let out a loud moan. He keeps still as he enjoys seeing you like the way he’s making you feel.

“Such a good girl for me baby. Doing so good. Your cherry popped. It’s gonna feel so good now,” he says as you look down at his long length moving in and out of you. You see some light spotting of your blood around his shaft but the pleasure starts to build the more he’s moving. You watch as he rubs your clit and pushes the rest of his cock inside you again. You feel his balls hit your ass and he doesn’t move as he lets you adjust to the size of him.

“Oh fuck Elvis, you’re killing me holy fuck.” You cry out, gasping for breath.

“Mmm, yea baby? You like how this big cock fills you up?”

You claw at his back, needing him to move and help this never-ending pulsating in your core.

“God, yes I love it. Please give me more,” he nods his head and smiles down at you.

He begins to move his hips and the pain has disappeared. Nothing but pleasure is running through your veins. He moves with more rhythm as he bucks and swirls his hips into you. He places his thumb over your clit and starts to work at it.

Your eyes roll back and let the feeling of what he’s giving you take over your body.

“So goddamn tight for me baby. Taking this cock so well,” he grunts over you as he starts to fuck you faster.

You can’t stop the noises that are coming out of you, loving every second of how he’s fucking you and making you come apart on his cock. The sounds of your skin slapping against his and the wet noises coming from your pussy were driving you both crazy.

Your walls flutter and your whole body tenses. There’s panic in your eyes and Elvis knows it by the look on your face.

“It’s okay darlin I got you. You’re gonna come for me,” he commands and looks deep in your eyes. “I feel you ready to come apart all over me.”

Your whole body tenses and the heat of the orgasm washes over you over and over again. You scream out his name as your walls squeeze his girth. Your nails leave red marks down his back and he only fucks you harder. He lets out a deep, primal growl as he fucks you through your orgasm. You relish in the way this feels and can’t believe you’ve never even given yourself this feeling!

“Mmm fuck, such a good girl. Your pussy feels so good. Keep coming for me,” he pleads as his thumb works faster on your clit.

Your body feels like it’s never felt before. Feeling so light yet so on edge with the way his cock is filling you up and stretching you out. You watch as he lifts your hips up and continues to pound into you.

Taking this new position makes it feel completely different and love the way he’s hitting this particular part inside of you that makes you feel like you can cum all over again on him.

By the look on his face, he is loving every second of this. The way he bites his lower lip and the way sweat has formed on the sides of his temples. You watch as you see the veins on his neck pop out as he fucks you to the hilt.

His rhythm starts to become more sporadic and his eyebrows furrow as he tries to hold on a bit longer. You love the way he’s taking you and can’t get enough of how he fills you up. Your coil in your belly tightens gets again and you let your second orgasm take over your entire body. He groans loudly as you cum on him, squeezing the base of his cock.

“Ah hell, mama. I love it when you cum on me. I’m so close. Where’d you want me to cum?” He agonizingly says through his teeth.

Your brain races, fuzzy from your high of orgasm and unsure what to say. This has never happened before for you and weren't sure exactly what an orgasm would be like for him.

“I want you back in my mouth please Elvis,” you whine breathlessly.

He pulls out of you quickly and you groan at feeling so empty. Your arousal pools out of you and onto the comforter.

He re-adjusts your body by lifting you up underneath your arms and sits you up. He stands up on his knees and puts his cock in front of your lips. He takes his hand and jerks himself in front of you, placing his free hand on the back of your head.

“Open that mouth for me, baby, I’m gonna fill this mouth up,” your heart beats uncontrollably and you grab the back of his thighs, preparing yourself for whatever he is going to give you.

He leans his head back and his mouth opens as you feel hot, salty spurts of his cum land on your tongue and the back of your throat. He places more of his cock in your mouth and you lick the base of it, causing him to moan your name loudly.

“Oh fuck, oh god mama yes take this cock baby,” he groans in ecstasy. Your mouth fills with his cum and waits for him to come down from his high. You had never had this happen before so you don’t know what to do with his load.

He pulls out of your mouth, breathless from it all, and watches you with your mouth open for him, seeing the milky white substance coating your mouth.

“Such a good girl baby. Time to swallow,” he taps your chin and you close your mouth. You look up at him and swallow in one big gulp. The taste of his salty, thick load coated your throat and you have to swallow a few times to fully clear your throat.

He looks down at you pleased, looking at how you’re breathless too and your mascara running down your face.

“Mmm, such a hungry slut you are,” you groan, leaning down to kiss you. You moan into his mouth as he nips your bottom lip.

“Did you like that baby? Did I make you feel good?” He caresses your face, wiping the black streaks from your face.

“That was… incredible… I had no idea what to expect but it wasn’t that,” you say exasperated.

He has that cocky grin on his face you’ve seen so many times in pictures come to life and you wanted to wipe it right off of him.

“We’ll good darlin', that’s what I wanted for your first time,” he says tenderly and places a few soft kisses on your lips.

He gets off the bed and goes to grab you a towel. He gently rubs the wetness and blood off of you and himself. The way he is so tender yet so dominating throws you for a loop but you just sit back and enjoy the moment.

“Did you want to go back to the party? We can stay here, it’s completely up to you,” he asks as he hands you your dress.

“I wouldn’t mind going back to the party and having some food. I’m kinda hungry,” you say cutely. You start to get up off the bed and it suddenly hits you. Elvis ripped your panties off of you… you’re going to have to walk back into that party without any on.

“Elvis, how am I supposed to go back out there without any panties on! You completely ruined them!” You snicker.

He laughs at your disgruntled state.

“Correction darlin’, you ruined your panties, I just took them off of ya to help that needy pussy of yours,” he teases. “And besides, I like you better without them. You’ll just have to behave and not soak through your dress for the rest of the night,” he sneers as he grabs you by his hips and pushes you into him. A small groan escapes you and smile up at him.

“You wanna put money on that?” you wink at him.

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Possibility

this imagine is based off of the scene in twilight where edward left bella and she sits in her room looking outside.. you get what i mean??

prompt: vinnie and y/n broke up on bad terms and it’s taken a toll on y/n leaving her to stay in her room for weeks

warnings: intentional starvation, numbness to emotions, unhealthy breakup, isolation

(- this means time skip)

…………………………………………..

walking into my room just moments after vinnie and i broke up had me sobbing on the floor

the same floor we danced around till sunrise

the same floor he kissed me till i couldn’t breathe

i hated how much i love him and i also hated how much i hate him

our relationship was envied by everybody

they said me and vinnie where made specifically for one another and honestly i believed them

he was the love of my life until

3 hours before

vinnie and i were arguing in the kitchen over how distant he’s been

“vinnie why are you being like this? i love you!” i screamed at him as he was walking away from me

“why am i being like this? why!? because you never believe me when i say they are just friends! am i not allowed to have female friends y/n?” he screamed back practically in my face

i stood there with my heart in my hands watching as it slowly cracked each time he yelled at me

“not when you’re friendship with them is based on fucking flirting! vinnie watching you flirt with them while you ignore the fuck out of me breaks me!” i sobbed

“you know what fuck you we are done i’m fucking over your bullshit y/n, you wanna see me flirt with somebody? i’ll fucking flirt with somebody” he said walking up the stairs leaving me by myself for a split second

“hey nat, i was wondering if you wanted to catch up sometime this week?” i heard vinnie talk on the phone and that’s when my entire world crashed around me

“yeah no i’m not with her anymore she’s a fucking controlling insecure bitch” he chuckled

“fuck you vincent hacker! never in my life would i ever say something like that about you!” i yelled as i slammed the door and walked out of his life

-

“y/n honey, how are you doing?” my mum walked in and saw me hyperventilating on the floor

“mum i loved him” i cried so hard my chest was screaming in pain

“oh my love i’m so sorry baby” her heart broke into pieces seeing me cry over a boy like this and i know how much she wanted to protect me from this pain

“come on let’s get you to bed” she kissed my forehead lifting me up and carrying me to bed

“you’re my everything and more y/n remember that” she smiled pressing another kiss to my forehead

-

waking up the day after a break up was worse than the hour after

i sat up feeling like my chest was a pile of bricks

walking over to my dresser was a work out and even changing my clothes felt like it was a task

for hours on end i sat down on my desk chair staring out my window in complete silence, no tears and no emotion

mum and dad tried to pry me off the chair and eat something but the thought of food made my stomach churn

i just needed to be alone and having my parents worry so badly about me wasn’t helping

-

it’s been 2 weeks since the break up

vinnie has tried to call me multiple times a day talking about ‘i’m so sorry’ like that was going to change anything

i can’t look in the mirror anymore it’s like i can’t see the person i was before or during him i can only see the person after him and i hate myself for it

i haven’t spoken to anybody not even my friends i’ve isolated myself from the possibility of ever being myself again

i still haven’t eaten anything all i’ve had the past 2 weeks has been water and a watermelon smoothie mum makes me every morning because ‘it’s giving me the nutrients food should be giving me’

-

i can’t even find the motivation to go to my bed anymore it’s like i’ve permanently found my place on this desk chair

i was just about to fall asleep on the chair when a knock came from the door

“y/n love there’s somebody here for you” mum said as she opened the door

“y/n?” that exact voice was the reason i felt like this, the exact reason i’m not myself anymore

i fucking hate who that voice belongs to

“y/n baby i am so fucking sorry” vinnie stood in front of me practically wearing the same expression as me when i was standing in his kitchen, with his heart in his hands

“you did this to me” my voice was croaky as all i’ve been doing was crying

“i know and words can’t begin to express how fucking sorry i am for doing this to you”

“you need to leave, now” i finally looked at him, he looked like he hasn’t been eating and all he’s been doing was crying

like me

“i’m broken without you, you’re my everything and i hate myself for taking advantage of that, you are my soulmate y/n i need you” he fell to his knees in front of me gabbing onto my frail hands

“i wasn’t your everything when you called me insecure and controlling” tears welded up in my dull eyes just thinking about the conversation he had with that chick on the phone

“i’m a fucking dick baby i know but i’ll be better for you i promise, i can’t live without you” he broke down placing his head on my lap crying like his life depended on it

“i can’t forgive you for what you said and how you treated me vin but i’ll try” i slightly smiled feeling like my chest was finally being lifted out from under those bricks

“i love you so much y/n too much” he cried kissing my hands and placing my forehead on his

“tell me i won’t regret this” i sighed

“you won’t i promise you” he kissed my nose

-

that was 10 years ago

that awful break up was what we needed to finally be the couple we are today

2 kids and a house by the beach

having being married for 6 years and are as healthy as ever

yes our relationship isn’t all flowers and rainbows

but we will never give up on us as easy as we did back then

…

thank you so much for reading!!!