#i knew i was gonna make this like. so fast

[dreamykira]

You Shouldn't Be Here I NAM-GYU x reader

˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗

╰┈➤ Thrown into the deadly Squid Game, the reader is shocked to find their cold and stoic boyfriend, Nam-Gyu, among the players. After barely surviving Red Light, Green Light, they reunite—but instead of relief, Nam-Gyu is furious.

˗ˏˋWARNINGS ´ˎ˗

╰┈➤ Angst to fluff, mentions of shooting, mentions of blood. Nam-Gyu is really kind of mean. Other than that there really shouldn't be anything else. ps! English is not my first language

˗ˏˋAUTHOR'S NOTE ´ˎ˗

╰┈➤ i've been CRAVING some nam-gyu angst. i feel like most of the fics i've read abt him are always super explicit, kind of making him look like a manipulative maniac who is addicted to violent sex. so i wanted to write something that still kind of shows his mean and "dickheadish" side, but also brings out the love he has for the reader.

word count: 894

You don’t know how you’re still standing.

Your legs feel weak, your body is trembling, and the sound of gunfire still rings in your ears. The first game—Red Light, Green Light—had been nothing like you imagined. You thought it was a joke at first. You thought it was some elaborate prank.

But now, all you can think about is the bodies. The way people screamed. The way the floor was painted red in an instant.

And you survived. Somehow, you survived. 

You force yourself to keep moving as the remaining players shuffle back into the dormitory, but all you want to do is collapse. Your hands won’t stop shaking, and your throat is so dry it hurts.

That’s when you see him.

The moment you see Nam-Gyu standing across the dormitory, your stomach twists into a knot. He looks just as intimidating as ever—tall, broad-shouldered, and completely unapproachable, his dark eyes scanning the room with a permanent scowl. But when his gaze lands on you, that scowl hardens into something much worse.

Oh no.

You don’t even get a chance to look away before he starts moving, shoving past other contestants without a care. You shrink back, instinctively pressing yourself against the wall, heart hammering. Maybe if you keep your head down, he’ll just—

Nope.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he hisses, voice low but sharp.

You blink up at him, heart hammering. “W-What?”

He yanks you toward the farthest corner of the room, away from prying eyes. His grip is tight, and your body is too weak to resist. The second he stops, he lets go of your wrist—only to shove your shoulder, making you stumble back a step.

“I—” You swallow, trying to find the right words, but your mind blanks under his glare.

“You didn’t tell me you were joining,” he snaps. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You hesitate, then mumble, “I… I didn’t know you’d be here.”

Nam-Gyu’s expression twists with something close to fury. “That’s not the point, idiot.” He steps closer, his presence suffocating. “You think this is some kind of a joke? Do you even understand where the hell you are?”

Your throat feels tight. “I— I didn’t have a choice.”

His scoff is sharp and cold. “Bullshit.”

Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them away as fast as you can. You don’t want to cry in front of him—not when he’s already looking at you like you’re pathetic.

“I thought… I thought maybe I could win,” you whisper. “You always said I was useless when it came to paying off our debt, but if I win, I—”

“You?” He cuts you off with a bitter laugh. “You think you’re gonna make it through this?” His words hit harder than you expect. “You can’t even stand up for yourself in normal life. What makes you think you’re gonna survive this?”

You flinch, tears welling up faster now. “I—I don’t know.” Your voice wobbles, and you hate how small you sound.

Nam-Gyu exhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face like he’s losing his patience. “Unbelievable,” he mutters. “Of all people, it had to be you.”

That does it. The tears spill over, and you quickly look down, ashamed. You knew he’d be mad. You knew he wouldn’t be happy to see you. But did he really have to say it like that?

Nam-Gyu lets out a sharp breath. “Oh, for fuck’s sake—”

“I—I won’t bother you,” you manage, wiping at your face with your sleeve. “If it’s such a problem, I’ll stay away. You don’t have to take care of me.”

The second the words leave your mouth, Nam-Gyu freezes. His whole body tenses like you just said something truly offensive.

“…What?” His voice is dangerously low now.

You sniffle, still not looking at him. “I get it. Worrying about me will stress you out. So I’ll stay out of your way. I promise.”

The silence that follows is suffocating. Then, in one swift movement, Nam-Gyu grabs your wrist again—gentler this time, but no less firm.

“Don’t be stupid.” His voice is quieter now, but there’s something sharp underneath it. “You think I’m just gonna let you wander around here alone? Get yourself killed?”

You hesitate. “But you—”

“I don’t care what I said,” he cuts you off, his grip tightening just slightly. “You’re not leaving my side.”

Your breath catches, but before you can process it, Nam-Gyu sighs heavily. Then, without another word, he pulls you into his chest.

You freeze.

He’s never been like this before— never let his walls down even a little. But now, with his arms around you, one hand pressing against the back of your head, you can feel it. The way his heart beats just a little too fast. The way his fingers twitch like he wants to hold on tighter.

“…Stop crying,” he mutters, though there’s no real bite in his voice anymore. “I’m not mad at you.”

That’s a lie, but somehow, you believe him anyway.

You sniffle again, gripping the front of his jacket. “You sounded mad.”

Nam-Gyu sighs again, pressing his forehead against the top of your head. “Yeah, well… you scared the shit out of me.”

It’s the closest thing to an “I care about you” that you’re ever going to get from him. And for now, it’s enough.

[bbyseok]

thinking about teen satosugu asking you to be their valentine...

to you, valentine’s day is just like any other day at jujutsu high.

except—you run into geto in the hallway, to which he hastily tries to hide what seems to be a heart-shaped box of chocolates behind his back.

“hi, suguru!” you greet, trying to hide a knowing smile from crossing your lips as he straightens his posture.

when he averts his gaze away from you, he clears his throat. “hey.. didn’t think i was going to run into you this early,” he says a bit awkwardly.

“are those for satoru?” you bluntly ask him, obviously referring to the chocolates he’s trying to conceal from your sight.

this time, you don’t fight the grin curling onto your mouth as, in a rare moment, suguru is stumbling over his words for some sort of explanation. “uhh. well, um, i- it’s for—”

you merely hum and pat him on the shoulder. “don’t worry, i won’t tell him.” you start to take your leave before geto can get any words in. “i’ll see you in class later!”

fast forward at the classroom, you then encounter gojo… who has an arm wrapped around a bouquet of flowers. in his hand is his flip phone, pressed against his ear. “what do you mean it’s not gonna work? it’s perfect!” he says to whoever’s on the other line.

he hasn’t seen you yet as he sets the arrangement down on one of the desks, and the white-haired boy appears to be a mix of giddy and proud.

your eyes glint with curiosity as you quietly enter the room, addressing him teasingly, “ooohh, flowers for suguru?” you tease.

satoru whirls around in surprise to stare at you, wide-eyed. “wh— i didn’t-”

you hear footsteps behind you, and a familiar sigh. “i told you it wasn’t gonna work, satoru,” geto announces, phone in hand. the black-haired sorcerer peers over you to give gojo a pointed look.

now you’re starting to get a little confused. if suguru knew about the flowers then…

you walk to stand between the two boys, squinting your eyes. “what’re.. what were you trying to do exactly?” you try asking.

a chuckle leaves the both of them. “trying to.. surprise you?” gojo clears up, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

you blink at geto. “but i thought you said those chocolates were for satoru!” you say to him with a soft shake of your head.

geto has a slight smirk on his lips. “i didn’t say anything. you were the one who assumed.”

you then glance to satoru. “those flowers are for—” oh. oh. you fall quiet when you realize he had placed the bouquet on your desk.

“happy valentine’s day!!” satoru then decides to cheer, scooping up said bouquet back into his grasp to hold it out to you, while suguru does the same with the box of chocolates.

suguru is still wearing that sly smirk, amused. “it was supposed to be a surprise, like satoru said. but i just had to run into you first.”

you graciously accept their offerings, your heart racing in your chest. “i— thank you. you guys are so sweet.” the gifts feel light in your arms, but they mean the world to you.

gojo and geto shuffle a bit closer. “will you be our valentine?” satoru is the one to ask, blue eyes pleading.

and how can you deny that? you laugh, nodding. “of course. you’re so silly— what makes you think i’d say no?”

geto grins. “just making sure.”

you then chew on your lip lower in contemplation. you hadn’t exactly prepared any proper gifts for them in return. (though you’re sure you can share the chocolates with gojo happily.)

your eyes then light up and you laugh again. “hey, i got something for you two,” you tell them, your eyes gleaming with slight mischief.

gojo beams. “really?”

geto simply raises a brow. “yeah?”

“mhm, mhm. c’mere.” you gesture for them to lean in close to you as best as you can since your arms are still occupied with the flowers and chocolates.

when they do as instructed, you giggle— before placing a kiss on geto’s cheek, then gojo’s, your heart beating faster than it ever has before.

and when you pull back, the faces of the strongest sorcerers are as red as tomatoes.

mm, maybe valentine’s day isn’t just another day after all.

part of my teen satosugu series!

[steddieprompts]

Steddie; 1925 words; friends to lovers; belated valentine's day.

Eddie paced into his room and then back out into the hallway. Turned. Paced back into his room. Cracked the knuckles on his right hand. Turned. Paced back out into the hallway.

It was a good thing Wayne was at work or else he would make some remark about Eddie pacing a hole into the hallway floor.

He turned into the kitchen, grabbed the honeycombs out of the cabinet and shoved his hand in the box, scooping out a handful before returning to the hallway. Into his room. Eat a few honeycombs. Turn. Back out into the hallway. Eat a few more. Turn. Back into his room. Eat the rest of the honeycombs.

His eyes landed on a notebook on his desk.

Mrs. Laski, his fifth grade English teacher, had told him to write when he couldn’t figure out what else to do.  He had a suspicion it was just her way of keeping him in his seat and quiet but that didn’t matter right now.

He didn’t know what to do, and there was a notebook.

He plopped himself down at his desk and flipped open the notebook, turning pages until he found one that didn’t already have notes and drawings scribbled all over them.

2/10/88

I’m gonna kill Jefferson.

Eddie sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose for a second before putting pen to paper again.

Why would he say I’m in love with Steve?  He talks about Kevin from his ridiculous band camp way more than he talks about Barb and he and Bard are dating!  Just because I talk about Steve every once in a while…

Just, where does he get off pointing it out?

Eddie bit his lip tapping his pen against the notebook probably about as fast a hummingbirds wings, his knee doing its best to keep up under the desk.

I don’t even… I’m not looking for a relationship. Haven’t even thought about it.

But now, dear Jeffery has gone and put this idea in my head and it’s growing like cancer. It’s probably going to start dripping out of my ears all soft and mushy.

Steve Harrington.

<3 <3

The problem – the fucking annoying, needling, migraine inducing problem – is that he’s right.  As soon as he said it, I knew. Why didn’t I know before?

Eddie dropped his head to his desk and let out a tortured groan.  This morning, he was the same Eddie Munson he had been for years… well, ever since he survived a trip to an alternate dimension with 20% more scare tissue than he had before.  He was fine this morning and then Jeff had to open his mouth after the campaign.  Eddie had harmlessly mentioned that Steve applied for a job at the fitness place opening up across town and Jeff came back with, “Does Steve know how much you love him?”

Eddie was pretty sure he meant it as a joke… was 75% sure.  But it put the idea in his head and now…

Eddie picked up his head and wrote with so much force that it probably made a dent in the next five pages:

I’m in love with Steve Goddamn Harrington.

Eddie stared at the words… ran a finger over them, the ink smudging a little, feeling the indents of the letters; smiled a little.  He skipped a line and kept writing:

I’ve never considered what being in love would be like.  Never really been interested enough.  Now that I think about it though, I think I’ve loved Steve for a long time.  I mean, he saved my life… so that definitely has something to do with it…

But at the same time, that’s not it at all.

Steve is…

Eddie looked around his room.  On his nightstand was a baseball that Steve had brought over one day and just left there.  Whenever Steve visits he picks the ball up, lays back on Eddie’s bed and tosses the ball up and down, up and down, never once missing a catch and hitting himself in the face like Eddie is pretty sure would happen to him if he tried it.

His eyes drifted over to his closet, where one of Steve’s swim team shirts hangs on a hook.  He loaned it to Eddie one day when they were swimming and he just… never gave it back.

He knows that under his bed is a box of Steve’s personal stuff.  He brought it over one night when he thought his parents were going to kick him out and Eddie promised he could always stay with him and Wayne if he needed.  Steve didn’t stay more than two days, but the box never left.  Steve said he felt better leaving it with Eddie.  Eddie respected Steve enough to never snoop around in it.

Steve is kind.  He’s too kind sometimes and it makes me wonder how he survived his parents; survived all that shit that happened in ’84, ’85, ’86.  Sometimes I can see it in his eyes.  When he thinks no one is looking he gets this thousand-yard stare and I know he’s somewhere else, hearing echoes and seeing ghosts.

And he’s so strong.  He’s told me about the nightmares, the things that happened to him, and how much he longs to get the hell away from this shit-hole town. But not until the kids are gone.  Not until Robin and Nancy are settled somewhere far away from here.  Not until he knows that everyone is safe. I asked him when that would be, and I swear I saw his spine bend further under the pressure of it all. When is anyone ever safe?

Eddie’s eyes drifted to the corner of his desk.  Tucked under another notebook was a newspaper ad for a car dealership, where Eddie knew Steve had circled the truck he ended up buying.  Eddie asked if he was turning into some kind of country boy.  Steve shrugged and said, “It’ll come in handy when Robin goes to college after her gap year.”

Eddie also knew there was an aborted half circle around a used RV.  He knew Steve wanted to travel, to see something outside of Hawkins. To do something normal and distracting and fun.  Go somewhere he could relax and not worry.  Eddie was accosted with a memory of himself and Steve, parked in the van on the side of a backroad, looking out into a freshly cut wheatfield as the sun set. The orange and red coloring the side of Steve’s face as a soft breeze carried the last traces of summer warmth into the back of the van and Steve closed his eyes against it.

“Eddie?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

I think I love Steve because… Because he’s like Aragorn. It sounds corny and stupid but… Aragorn does everything for the people he loves. Only becomes king because he knows that others might use the same power for evil. Carries the horrors of war with him but doesn’t lean on anyone that can’t hold his weight. And Steve does that.  He loves fiercely but in a way that can only be seen if you’re looking for it.  He’s loyal to his friends. He carries so much weight for the ones he loves.

And I think I’ve realized, though I’ve known in the back of my head for a while, that I always want to be by his side, to hold him up if he needs me.  Because I know he would do the same.

Someone knocking at the door startled Eddie out of his thoughts.  He dropped the pen on the notebook and hopped up out of the chair.

He hardly had time to process the fact that it was Steve on the other side of the door before he spoke.

“I got the job.”

It took Eddie a minute to process but when his mind caught up he threw his fists in the air before launching himself out of the door and wrapping his arms around Steve, the force of his hug knocking Steve back a step.

“Jesus,” He heard Steve chuckle before he turned his head an planted a comedically loud kiss to the side of Steve’s face.

“Dude!” Steve groaned, shoving him away but not losing the stupid grin as he wiped at the side of his face.

“Come on, Steve-o, let’s celebrate.” Eddie grinned, pulling Steve into the trailer and Steve let himself be pulled.

Eddie bounced down the hall into his bedroom, pulling his lunchbox off its shelf in the closet.

“Munson, they’re gonna drug test me tomorrow.”  Steve said from the doorway of Eddie’s room where he was pulling off his Family Video vest.

“God, you’re not even getting a paycheck yet and already they’re ruining your fun.”  Eddie groaned, putting the lunchbox back where he got it.  Steve threw the vest on Eddie’s bed before picking up the baseball.  “Can you drink?  Or will they sense the debauchery in your urine?”

“Uhg, why’d you have to use that word?”

“What, debauchery?’”

“No, ‘urine.’”

Eddie cackled.  “Should I have said piss?”  He rounded the bed and headed for the hallway.  “Fluids? Excretions?”

“You’re disgusting!” Steve shouted at him as he made his way to the kitchen.

Eddie smiled to himself as he opened the fridge, pulling out four beers before grabbing the cheese puffs out of the cabinet.

“It’s too bad it’s a Tuesday or we could go to the hideout and weasel free drinks out of Linda. You know she can’t resist…”  Eddie stopped dead in the doorway because there, sitting at his desk, was Steve, notebook in hand, eyes on the page.

“Shit,” involuntarily left Eddie’s mouth as he almost dropped one of the beers.  Steve didn’t look up, didn’t even move, just kept reading.

Eddie threw the beers and puffs on the bed before taking a couple of stuttering steps towards Steve.

“Stevie? Uh, that’s…” That’s what? What could he possibly say right now that would explain the words on the page as anything but what they were.  “I can…”

Steve held up a finger and Eddie froze, stopped talking because what else could he do?  He watched as Steve’s eyes moved line by line down the page, finger held up with the ball still in his hand like some sort of sports wizard casting a spell on Eddie to keep him silent and still.

He reached the end. Put the notebook down. Dropped his hand. And finally turned to Eddie.

“Do you mean it?  All of that?”  Steve asked, eyes locked on Eddie’s.

“Yeah. All of it.” Eddie replied past the lump in his throat.

Eddie watched as Steve slowly got up from the chair, placing the ball on the desk before taking the one step that placed him squarely in front of Eddie.

“You know, Valentine’s day is coming up, and I know it’s not your favorite holiday but uh…”  Steve slipped his hands into Eddie’s “Would you like to spend it with me?”

Eddie smiled, leaning into Steve’s gravity. “Only if you buy me one of those cheesy, drug-store teddy bears.”

“Deal.”  Steve grinned back before he was pulling Eddie’s hands, tilting his head just so and murmuring “I love you, too” before sealing his confession against Eddie’s lips.

When they broke apart Eddie squinted at him.  “I can’t believe you snooped in my personal writings.”

“I can’t believe you needed Jeff to tell you that you loved me.”

“I take it back, I’m not going out with you.”  Eddie grumbled.

“Yeah, right.” Steve laughed before kissing Eddie again.

[checkeredflagggs]

Febuwhump Day 17: Power Instability

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

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y/n_rb

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y/n_rb: Vegas baby!!

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alexandrasaintmleux: Tu es magnifique sous ces lumières, mon bébé. You’re stunning in these lights, my baby

↳y/n_rb: not as stunning as you babe! Blinding to look at actually

user1: this is gonna be your race girl!

↳y/n_rb: hell yeah it is!

francisca.cgomes: Plus que quelques courses, mon amour, avant que tu ne reviennes vers moi...Only a couple more races, my love, before you come back to me…

↳pierregasly: we just saw each other?

↳y/n_rb: she was obviously talking to me?? liked by francisca.cgomes

↳pierregasly: when you least expect it, I’m gonna get you back

↳y/n_rb: …oh no…I’m so scared…

user2: Vegas looks good on you!

↳y/n_rb: everything looks good on me!

↳francisca.cgomes: Oui!

↳alexandrasaintmleux: Magnifique!

↳lilymhe: stunning!

user3: are charles_leclerc, pierregasly, and alex_albon aware they’re losing their girlfriends?

↳charles_leclerc: yes

↳pierregasly: I’ve been fighting this fight all year

↳alex_albon: you literally just met y/n lilymhe!!

↳lilymhe: she buys me flowers and calls me pretty liked by y/n_rb

↳alex_albon: SO DO I!!

Bluesky

pierregasly

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pierregasly: a story told in a few photos

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maxverstappen1: she’s actually going to kill you this time

↳pierregasly: who said she’d know who it was?

↳maxverstappen1: It was nice knowing you

charles_leclerc: you are one of my closest friends but I will not be hiding you from her wrath

↳pierregasly: it won’t be needed!

↳charles_leclerc: that’s what they all say

oscarpiastri: thanks for the warning — I’ll be making popcorn and getting a camera to record this

↳pierregasly: it’ll be fine

↳oscarpiastri: I think you’re forgetting Austria

↳pierregasly: no I’m not. It’ll be fine

↳landonorris: good luck mate

alex_albon: Is this gonna lead to jail time? Do I need to get bail ready?

↳logansargeant: knowing y/n it’s probably better have a shovel

↳alex_albon: concerning

↳logansargeant: yup

user4: did you block her or something? Cause usually she’d already be here making fun of you

↳pierregasly: yes she’s been blocked

Bluesky

Private Messages, The Grid (Unprofessional)

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f1: On just lap 15, the Las Vegas Grand Prix comes to an end for Alpine’s Pierre Gasly who had to retire due to power instability with his engine

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user5: is this…is this karma? From y/n?

↳y/n_rb: karma? A voodoo doll? Who knows…

user6: I knew y/n works fast on her revenge but damn this was extreme!

↳y/n_rb: I’m not saying I had anything to do with it but HE GAVE ME CHOCOLATE COVERED BRUSSEL SPROUTS

↳user7: girl they’re gonna put you under investigation for these statements!

y/n_rb: I’m prepared to swear under oath I had nothing to do with this

↳user8: damn fia leave our girl alone

↳y/n_rb: thank you random stranger!

y/n_rb: karma is a cat, purring in my lap cause it loves me?

↳user9: does this mean you’re getting a cat?

↳y/n_rb: idk maxverstappen1 what do you think

↳maxverstappen1: absolutely

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[obsessedhoneycomb]

Red Mercedes

George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: Perfect married life sometimes hides the rotten truth of lies.

Warnings: cheating, slight manipulation, George getting what’s his at all cost, curse words and smut implication

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: After a frustrating week of not having any good ideas, I had a dream, so I finally had something to pour my heart into. It was so intense that it didn't let me eat my lunch, how fast my fingers drummed at the keyboard and my thoughts flew out of my brain. Enjoy it! :) wanted to include my favorite pregnancy trope, but i decided to not go that way this time

———

“Dad, I’m trying to tell you that mum is acting weird.” Your twelve year old son was travelling with George to Cayman Island for this event he was invited to, to speak about his ongoing career path as a leading F1 champion. 

George glanced at him, his hands gripping the steering wheel, regally upset about the fact that even your son noticed that something isn't right with your marriage.

“Mum is just tired. That’s all.” he tried to brush it off, but he knew. 

“You know, dad, I’m not stupid. I saw her with some man a week ago, sitting at the restaurant when we were out on a bike with boys. She was smiling at him like… Well, not like she’s smiling at you.” his son continued to ponder with his thoughts, pouring his mind out, making George feel uneasy. Pulling over at the hotel they were supposed to stay at, engine off, he turned his body to face his son.

“Buddy, I know that you love your mom, hell, who could not love her.. But she’s- it’s just a phase. I’m gonna figure it out, and you have nothing to worry about.” he tried to reassure him with his soft smile, his eyes betraying him, reflecting the weight of the growing lies.

———

“I see that you’re here with your son, he grew so much throughout the years, aren’t you afraid that he’s gonna be after you soon, you know, with racing and stuff?” 

George chuckled, moving his gaze at his giggling son in the first row, his sweaty palm wrapped around the microphone. “Well, there is the possibility, but his hobbies are different. He’s much more of a cyclist, so I think that Tadej Pogacar should be scared of having another rival.” 

“Oh, that’s great! Guess the Russell’s family is spreading through the field of sports. It’s a shame that your wife isn’t here with us, we had planned to have a family photo shoot for you, also spending some time on the yacht with the staff here.” 

George was professional at keeping his composure, so he just chuckled again, looking at the crowd of people in the small room.

“We can do that anyway, we don’t need my wife for that. She’s busy with some of her other projects, so…” 

Everybody seemed to be happy about it, not noticing the slight frown on George’s face and his son’s.

You were staying at home in Monaco, texting with your lover. Your naive brain was living in an illusion that nobody knows, you sneaking around with someone else, secret meetings at the old restaurant on the other side of the town, your red luxurious Mercedes parked in front of it very often. You were really dumb in some aspects and being so careless about getting after your own desires, you hurt your family in the process.

All those years of your marriage you heard it around you all the time, how George is a gentleman, kind guy, loving and caring husband and father, how every other woman would die for having him just for at least five minutes. But nobody saw that toll that had an impact on you, your life when you fell pregnant unexpectedly, and how George married you just because of it. Feeding you with all those empty promises, but leaving you alone through all that maternity shit because he was at the peak of his career while you were breastfeeding his restless son at night.

Yeah, there were times you were genuinely happy as a family, somewhere between the three to ten years of your son, George was more present, you accompanied him at races from time to time, depending on how his and your parents were willing to look after your kid. 

But the last two years felt like a nightmare, because George won another two championships after five years of no luck, his fans being literally everywhere, even breaking into your home. You spent a lot of time on the go, changing your location and you grew tired of this. Intimity between you and George was long gone, and you yearned for something he couldn’t give you, the tension, secrecy and passion. Even if it meant to destroy everything you have.

———

Darkness overtook the docks in Monaco, rain washing away the summer heat wave. George stood at the huge ass window of your penthouse, sipping on his whiskey, even though he did not favour the liquid that much, he got used to it from time to time. Your son was away for the holiday cycling camp, and with summer break in F1, it left him home alone with the lingering scent of your expensive perfume you saved for your not so secret lover. His mind wandered over divorce, but he was too prideful to let it happen. He didn’t care about your needs, shameful desires, he wanted to keep his family together. Even if it meant to ruin your sweet secret life. And he knew his plan was working the minute you stepped into your home through the threshold, sobbing quietly, with your dress soaked through, droplets of water dripping down your hair. His lips curling into smirk, he took the last sip of his drink, leaving the glass on the coffee table in the living room, walking slowly to the hallway.

You kicked off your heels, running your hands through your wet hair, wiping off your tears along the way, your mascara staining your cheeks. Feeling how your dress is sticking to your body, you let out a frustrated sigh with a whine, finally noticing George standing in the doorway, his arms folded over his chest wearing an unreadable expression.

“What’s the matter baby?” his tone was laced with smugness, he couldn’t hold it back anymore, seeing the mess you were.

“Nothing.” you muttered, trying to walk around him to get to the bathroom, but he was after you.

“You’re clearly distressed. Tell me what happened. You were supposed to have a night out with girls, if I remember correctly?” yeah, he was playing dumb.

“I was. But my car left me in the parking lot, because the smoke started to go out of the engine and I needed to call the towing service and-” you stopped in your rant abruptly as you got to the part you wanted to erase from your memory and you didn’t want to talk about it with George.

“And? Tell me darling.” his tone was firm, demanding, he caged your body against the counter in the bathroom.

You looked up to see his face, locking your gaze with his, reading his mind. He knew. And yet he was still there.

“He left me.” with your head slumped down you whispered feeling deeply ashamed. 

George smiled victoriously as the memory from earlier this week flashed through his mind, him paying that pathetic lover of yours loads of money to leave you, to ruin you, to destroy you.

“Oh baby.” he cooed sweetly, cupping that mascara stained cheeks of yours, listening to your sobs. And that was the last straw and you broke down in tears, all of the suppressed emotions flowing out as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, remorse and guilt building in your heart. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” you whispered into his chest, your tears staining his shirt. 

“Shhh… I’m right here baby. It’s okay.” his fingers brushed through your hair affectionately, making you relax.

“You should be disgusted with me…” 

“Believe me, I was at first. But from your point of view I somehow understood it.” 

“How… How long have you known?”

“Since the first time you giggled at your phone.”

“I thought that I’m good at hiding it.” 

“Oh, you were so naive that I won’t notice. You weren’t even creative at hiding your car properly. That exclusive red shade of it doesn't go unnoticed. Even our son saw you many times.” 

You shuddered when you felt his lips ghosting against your temple. The mention of your son stabbed you through your heart. 

“George, I-” 

“Shhh, darling. Your stupid boyfriend ditched you, so let your husband, the man who truly knows how to devour you, take care of you.” George whispered with a soft hum, his lips pressed under your ear.

The way he talked made you feel ashamed. But it ignited something within you, the lust and desire for him. And it made you curse internally at how dumb you were for the past years.

“I’m gonna make sure you remember who you belong to.” 

After the night to remember when George really took you like a slut you were, listening to your whines and moans, making you tell him how that lover made you feel, what he did to you, he made sure that you won’t escape his embrace again. Watching you sleep beside him, your body covered in love bruises and marks he hasn’t seen on you for months, he brushed the strand of your hair from your face, smiling proudly at how easy you were. All those years he thought you’re this soft and reserved girl who likes vanilla in bed, only to find out that you loved to be cock drunk all the time, overstimulated to the madness to keep your mind from wandering outside of the wedlock. 

“You were so wrong to think that I’d let you go, my beautiful wife…” and his whisper lingered through your sleeping brain like a lullaby.

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Out Of Sight Out Of Mind

Word Count:517 Summary: Let me guess. Then you saw a butterfly, followed it, and completely forgot about everything? Pairing: Jungwon X Fem reader

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Jungwon had been patient—so, so patient. He knew what he signed up for when he fell for her, the way her brain worked like an overstuffed browser with a hundred tabs open at once. He loved that about her. But sometimes, it meant she conveniently forgot to tell him things.

Like the fact that she adopted a cat.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jungwon pinched the bridge of his nose, staring at the tiny black kitten currently making itself comfortable on his lap. “You got a cat?”

She blinked at him, then at the kitten. “Oh! Yeah. That happened.”

“When?”

“Uh… two weeks ago?”

“Two weeks?!” Jungwon’s voice cracked. “How did I not know this?”

She winced, avoiding eye contact. “I was going to tell you… I just got sidetracked.”

Jungwon let out a sharp exhale, running a hand through his hair. “Sidetracked?”

“In my defense, I meant to introduce you two sooner, but then I got distracted reorganizing my bookshelf. Then I had to research the best cat food brands, but that led me to an article about why cats love boxes, which was super interesting, by the way, and then I was gonna text you, but my phone died, and I forgot my charger at work, and—”

Jungwon held up a hand. “Let me guess. Then you saw a butterfly, followed it, and completely forgot about everything?”

She gasped. “No! That was a different day.”

He gave her an exasperated look, and she pouted. “You’re mad.”

Jungwon sighed, glancing down at the kitten, who had started purring against his leg. “…I want to be. But I don’t think I can when this little guy is so cute.”

She lit up instantly. “Right?! His name is Mochi.”

Jungwon raised a brow. “You actually named him? Not just ‘Tiny Creature #5’ like that squirrel you befriended last fall?”

She huffed. “Hey, I have some sense of responsibility, you know.”

Jungwon smirked. “Debatable.”

She stuck her tongue out at him before flopping onto the couch next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “I really was gonna tell you,” she murmured. “I just… my brain does that thing, you know?”

Jungwon softened. Of course, he knew. It was never that she didn’t want to communicate—it was just that life moved too fast, and her thoughts ran in every direction at once. He’d known that about her from the start, and he never minded catching up when she got a little ahead of herself.

He wrapped an arm around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah, I know. Just try to let me in a little sooner next time?”

She nodded, already distracted by the way Mochi’s tiny paws kneaded against Jungwon’s hoodie. “Do you think he likes you more than me?”

Jungwon rolled his eyes but smiled. “Probably. I will remember to feed him.”

Her scandalized gasp was loud enough to startle Mochi, but Jungwon only laughed, pulling her closer, already bracing for the dramatic defense she was about to launch.

Yeah. He wouldn’t change a thing.

[dumbgoondog]

Nsfw alphabet of uraume sounds insanely good. I hope you write for them soon!

Hell yeah it does! Wanted to do this sooner tbh

Cw/Tw - Gender dysphoria, impact play, hate fucking

Uraume NSFW Alphabet

(A)ftercare - Very Affectionate, lots of praise, getting a shower ready before any fluids frost and you both get colds. They’re super sweet and gentle like the first snow of the year. Snow is powerful but beautiful and soft too.

(B)ody Part - hands! They love holding your hand, it’s warm! They like making it just a bit colder so they can say “let’s hold hands to keep warm.” It’s cheesy but they love it!

(C)um - No preference, they do like seeing it on you though! Even if they don’t care for things being messy, they like seeing you messy for them.

(D)irty Secret - It’s not a dirty secret, but rather a surprise. They’re a hard dom. In charge and in control no matter the position or activity. The servant of Ryomen Sukuna who’s such an obedient dog is actually a hard dom??? Who knew?

(E)xperience - Once. A one night stand. Back in the heian era. It was more of hate fucking, with a star squad member. Then that’s about it!

(F)avorite Position - you kneeling as they lean on the kitchen counter and face fuck you! Yeah, that’s the good stuff.

(G)oofy - no. I’m so sorry, they aren’t silly like that! Other ways tho? Yeah they goofy with you and Sukuna only, but not durin sex

(H)air - yes, they got a white patch, trimmed and groomed and that plum color around the base. Smells amazing!

(I)ntimacy - As sadistic as they are they’re also very intimate, they like to lay boundaries first, have many safe words of different varieties, talk about what terms are okay to use. Where it’s okay to do things, who it’s okay to do it in front of. They’re gonna know everything before anything so you’ll always be satisfied, safe, happy, everything!

(J)ack off - once a week. It’s a little ritual, that to everyone else they think it’s some secret art of jujustu to hone and control their technique better. In truth they go lock themself in their room and work one out to relieve the stress of the week away

(K)ink - Okay, now hear me out, free use. I’m talking having you tied up and stuck in a wall or box or something, and then they get to use you freely and let others get a go at you too. The whole time they’re just sitting watching you watching people use you too. Then they get to take care of you after, and they LOVE that.

(L)ocation - The bed, a classic, but it’s safe for them and you! There’s nothing special about tho, they just like it!

(M)otivation - Playing innocent while teasing them. Whaaaaat? You totally weren’t grinding against them as you scooted by. You’re in public!

(N)o - himbo/bimbofication, forced masc/femme, they don’t want it. Dysphoria inducing and it’s just mildly gross to them. They cannot explain why it’s gross but it is.

(O)ral - give them oral. Please. Watch them become so messy. They’re dominating you still but it’s messier now, a little more wild. Kiss their tip and listen to them just moan.

(P)ace - nice and steady, not to rough or fast, but they start slow and slowly build up pace.

(Q)uicky - oh yeah! Ohhh yeeeaaahhhh!!!! Jerk them off!!! Please!!! It’s the closest they get to being submissive honestly, right before they have to serve Sukuna’s feast and you’re working them through one real quick? Oh yeah, that’s the shit. Not like full sex tho, just hands and mouth!

(R)isk - hhhh. Depends… they’re picky. Somethings they’re into but only for very specific parts of it. Like breeding! They like saying they’re gonna knock you up and cumming inside but they’re super infertile and do NOT want a baby or kids at all.

(S)tamina - decent! They can go a good bit but they’re done once they cum. They always try to make sure you get to cum at least once tho!

(T)oys - yeah! Crop whip and cages are a favorite <3 I’ll leave it at that

(U)nfair - VERY. Tease you all day and then NOTHING. No touching, no sex, nothing. They take No nut November so seriously, and they will punish you so hard if you cum in November. I’m kinda joking, it’s just comparisons honestly

(V)olume - not loud. Very low and quiet huffy breaths, pants, hisses. They’re very well put together.

(W)ild Card - okay this one is fluff. THEY LOVE POKÉMON. Totally not cuz I’ve been a slut on cobblemon(mc mod) for the past week. They love Pokémon tho and are not like a competitive play but they’re the “this is the idiot I got attached to in the first game I ever played so I get one in every game. I don’t care that they aren’t good or viable competitively, it’s my dumb idiot baby guy.”

(X)-ray - None. Okay ancient Japan did NOT have underwear, not really. Underwear is apparently something from Greece and Egypt?? Loincloth is technically underwear but different, and the fundoshi was not big common outside specific groups… also you aren’t supposed to wear anything under a kimono! Fun facts I’m learning!

(Y)es - something vanilla and just soft! Surprise! A multidimensional character fan portrayal woah! Honestly I want to see more people acknowledge that not every time that people have sex it’s not always “ooooh I’m hard daddy dom and you’re my little bratty sub oooooh” anyway tho, Uraume likes being softer with you more often than doing constant dom and sub dynamics.

(Z)zz - Not often. Not really… they just aren’t the napping type of person, if it’s right before going to sleep tho? Then absolutely!

Bonus fun fact - while typing this, I mis-clicked and typed 📀 twelves times.

[valkyriexo]

When You Start Getting Distant Because You’re in a Relationship | Maknae Line

ᑉ³pairing; Friend! OT8 x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Headcannon, angst

ᑉ³warnings; none I think!

ᑉ³authors note; You guys seemed to like the hyung line! Here is the Maknae Version Hyung Line

╰┈➤ Han

Tries to act like nothing’s wrong, but it’s so obvious something is. He still jokes around, still sends you funny messages—but there’s hesitation now, a nervousness in his texts that wasn’t there before.

Overthinks everything. Did he say something weird? Is he being annoying? Are you ignoring him on purpose? His brain runs in circles, making up worst-case scenarios.

Writes songs about it. Instead of telling you how he feels, he pours it all into lyrics....verses full of confessions, frustration, and so much longing.

Tries to distract himself with food and games, but nothing feels the same. Even his favorite snacks taste bland when you’re not there to steal a bite. His high scores don’t feel like victories when you’re not there to celebrate.

Gets weirdly competitive with your S/O—even if they don’t know it. If they post a funny joke, he has to post something funnier. If they do something romantic, he mutters, “I could’ve done it better.”

Has a hard time Dealing with his emotions. Emotions and Han Jisung don’t mix well...so it explodes out of him all at once.

"You’re really just gonna leave me behind like this?"

The words come out sharper than he intended, but he can’t stop them. His usual playfulness is gone.

"I mean, seriously—what happened? One second, we’re fine, and the next, I barely exist to you."

He lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "You don’t text first anymore. You cancel plans. And every time I try to talk to you, it’s like you’re already halfway out the door."

You try to explain, but he just throws his hands up.

"I get it, okay? You have someone now. But did that mean I had to lose you completely?"

His voice is quieter now, but his eyes, usually so full of light, are clouded with something else.

"I was supposed to be that person."

His throat bobs as he swallows hard.

"You think I didn’t notice? The way I felt whenever you were around? The way I’d drop everything just to see you smile?" He laughs bitterly. "I knew it before I even admitted it to myself."

Then, finally, his voice barely above a whisper—

"But I guess I was too late, huh?"

And for once, Jisung has no joke to cover up the pain.

╰┈➤ Felix

Tries to be supportive, even when it hurts. He forces a smile, tells you he’s happy for you, and pretends like his heart isn’t sinking every time you mention your S/O.

Still checks up on you, even if you don’t check up on him. Sends you little “Did you eat?” or “Get home safe” texts, even when you stop replying as fast as you used to.

Bakes way too much. His kitchen turns into an emotional war zone....cookies, brownies, cakes, anything to keep himself busy. But no matter how many sweets he makes, nothing takes away the bitter feeling in his chest.

Tries to keep up his usual affection, but it feels… different. He hesitates before reaching for a hug, pulls away too quickly, laughs a little softer when you ruffle his hair.

Plays video games as an escape. But even when he wins, it doesn’t feel as satisfying when you’re not there to celebrate with him.

Finally breaks when he realizes you’re truly slipping away. He wanted to be patient, wanted to be the good friend, but that didnt go as planned.

"You don’t need me anymore, do you?"

Felix’s voice is quiet, almost trembling, but his eyes are locked onto yours...searching, begging for an answer he’s afraid to hear.

"I mean… I get it," he laughs weakly, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. "You have someone now. You’re happy. That’s all I ever wanted."

He pauses, swallows hard.

"But… was I ever that important to you?"

Your breath catches, and he takes a shaky step back, hands clenching at his sides.

"Because it doesn’t feel like it anymore." His voice wavers, his deep tone softer than ever. "I’m still here, you know? I still—" He stops himself, letting out a quiet sigh.

Then, almost too soft to hear—

"I still love you."

It’s out before he can take it back, and when he sees your eyes widen, he lets out a small, sad chuckle.

"I tried to ignore it. I told myself it was enough just to be near you. But then you started pulling away, and suddenly, I wasn’t even part of your life anymore."

His voice cracks, and he shakes his head, looking down.

"I should’ve told you sooner, shouldn’t I?"

When he looks back up, his usual warmth is dimmer.

"But it’s too late now, isn’t it?"

╰┈➤ Seungmin

Acts like he doesn’t care—but oh, he cares. His usual teasing gets a little sharper, his sarcasm a little more pointed. He pretends everything is normal, but his eyes tell a different story.

Stops reaching out first. If you want to talk to him, you can text him. (Except he still waits for your messages, still checks his phone way too often, still hopes.)

Gets quieter around you. Normally, he always has a witty remark, a playful jab...but now, there are more pauses, more silences that stretch a little too long.

Starts staying late at practice, distracting himself with work. If he can’t talk to you, he’ll at least be productive about it.

Refuses to admit he’s jealous, even when it’s painfully obvious. If someone points it out, he scoffs, “Jealous? Of what? Please.” (Meanwhile, his grip on his water bottle tightens.)

Finally breaks when he catches you actively avoiding him. He was fine with being second place.....until he realizes he’s not even in the running anymore.

"Are you serious?"

Seungmin’s voice is steady.....too steady. He stares at you, his expression unreadable, but there’s something burning behind his eyes.

"So this is how it is now?" He lets out a short, humorless laugh. "You don’t even bother pretending anymore, huh?"

You shift uncomfortably, and he shakes his head, jaw clenching.

"You didn’t even notice, did you?" His tone is sharp, but there’s something underneath it...something fragile, something aching.

"I stopped texting first. I stopped calling. I stopped everything just to see if you’d even care. And guess what?" He exhales sharply, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze again.

"You didn’t."

The words hang in the air, heavier than either of you expected.

For a second, he looks like he wants to stop himself. Like he wants to shove the words back down. But then he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Do you even know how stupid I feel?" His voice drops lower, quieter. "Standing here, saying all this, when I already know how it ends?"

Then, almost as if the confession is being dragged out of him—

"I liked you, you know."

A bitter smile tugs at his lips.

"Maybe I still do."

His fingers curl into fists at his sides, but his voice stays painfully steady.

"But I’m not going to beg for your attention."

With one last glance...one that lingers just a second too long...he steps back.

"So if you’re going to keep pushing me away, then fine. I’ll stop trying."

╰┈➤ Jeongin

Tries to play it cool but completely fails. He acts like everything is fine, but his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore.

Laughs less around you. Normally, he lights up when you’re near, but now, his laughter feels forced...like he’s just going through the motions.

Overthinks everything. Did he do something wrong? Did he annoy you? Or are you just done with him? His thoughts spiral, but he never asks, too scared of the answer.

Becomes awkwardly formal. Where he used to call you cute nicknames or casually tease you, now it’s just “Oh, hey,” and “Yeah, sure.” Like he’s putting up a wall between you.

Starts avoiding you, even though you’re the one pulling away. If you don’t need him, maybe it’s better if he keeps his distance too. But it hurts more than he thought it would.

He sees you with your S/O and realizes he’s not the person you run to anymore. He wasn’t going to say anything, but his heart doesn’t listen.

"Do you even miss me?"

The question slips out before Jeongin can stop it, and when you turn to look at him, his lips press together like he already regrets saying it.

"Because it really doesn’t feel like you do."

His voice is soft, but there’s a rawness to it....like he’s been holding this in for way too long.

"I get it," he says, forcing a smile. "You’re happy. You have someone now. But..." His voice trails off, and he lets out a small, bitter laugh. "I guess I just didn’t think I’d lose you completely."

You start to say something, but he shakes his head.

"I used to be the one you told everything to. The one who could make you laugh even on your worst days." He swallows hard, voice growing quieter. "Now, I’m just someone you used to be close with, huh?"

He looks away, hands shoved in his pockets like he’s trying to keep himself together.

"I really liked you, you know."

The confession is barely above a whisper, like he doesn’t even want to hear himself say it.

"But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore, does it?"

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ANGST ❦

The cemetery is quiet. Way too quiet for SAM MONROE's liking.

It was the kind of silence that pressed against your chest, made your ribs feel too tight, made your breath feel shallow, making it stop right in your lungs, choking you with every memory, every little feeling of sadness you'd feel.

Sam walked with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, cigarette dangling from his lips. After the death of one particular person, his addiction to any drug came back like a jojo. Cigarettes, pills, cigarettes, weed. He took a long drag, letting the smoke burn his throat, curl around his lungs, press harder into his ribs, suffocating him in. Yet, It didn't help to stop the upcoming tears or the shattering feeling of pure, deep sadness

Nothing really did help to overcome that feeling

It was cold that day. The grass crunched under his boots. He knew everything he needed by heart now—third row, second stone on the left. His feet carried him there without thought.

And then he’s standing in front of it.

Vincent Monroe, it writes in dark black front

But for Sam its just Vinnie.

His lil dude. Little ray of sunshine

Sam swallowed hard, shifting on his feet. He should say something. He always does.

"Hey, buddy." voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper. He rolled his eyes at himself before he cleared his throat, forcing a chuckle. "I, uh… I brought you something..again"

He kneeled down, reaching into his pocket. Another toy car. Bright blue. Vinnie’s favorite color.

"Thought you might get bored up there with only one toy" he muttered, placing it gently against the headstone. Like Vinnie’s gonna pick it up and start rolling it around like he used to.

His fingers linger on the stone. Cold. Solid. Too final.

He furrowed his brows at the light moss creeping up on the stone. Cursing at himself for not cleaning it earlier, he made sure to get it clean again

Then, he leaned back on his heels and took another drag from his cigarette. Exhaled slow. His hands are trembling, holding the half-used cigarette

"Y’know, I, uh… I tried makin’ your milk the other night." He let out a breathy laugh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Did it the exact same way I used to. Stood there, waitin’ for you to waddle in and yell at me ‘cause it wasn’t fast enough."

His chest tightened after the last sentence sank in. He blinked up at the sky, trying to push down the already forming lump in his throat.

"Felt so fuckin’ stupid, man." He shook his head, voice cracking. "Just standin’ there, holdin’ the cup like an idiot, like—like maybe you’d just pop outta nowhere and laugh at me or somethin’."

He sniffed, dragging a hand down his face once more, trying to hide his emotions from people passing nearby

"You didn’t, though." He muttered after making sure he was alone once more

His gaze dropped to the headstone again. His lips pressed together. Damn. He stubbed his cigarette out in the dirt.

"I don’t—I don’t know how to do this, Vin." The confession comes out broken, barely there. His shoulders shake, vision blurs. He blinks rapidly, grinding his teeth together. He can’t. He can’t cry. Not here. Not again. Not when people could watch

His fingers clenched into fists. His jaw tightened.

"They keep tellin’ me to let go," he muttered "To move on. Like you were some fuckin’ phase I’d grow outta." His breath stuttered "Like you weren’t the best thing that ever happened to me."

His hands run through his hair, tugging at the strands, like maybe the pain will keep him from breaking completely.

"I dunno if I can do this, buddy." voice is small, tear falls down on the ground. "I don’t—fuck, man, I don’t know how to be here without you."

The wind picked up. It rushed through the trees, rattled the leaves, whispered through the grass, danced with people's scarfs

Sam closed his eyes. Pretends it’s him.

Pretends it’s tiny fingers tugging at his hoodie. Pretends it’s a little voice calling for him, giggling, being completely alive.

His breath shudders out. His head bows forward.

And for the first time since Vinnie died, Sam prays

Not for himself.

For Vinnie.

For wherever he is. For him to not be alone. For him to be taken care of, by whatever higher power exists. For him to be safe, warm, happy—even if Sam never will be again.

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[lustviolence]

Happy Valentine’s Day~

Picture this, you’re watching me get ready for a date. See which panties I choose, which skirt I slip into, what sluty cropped top I managed to put on. You love that I end up in sheer tights before leaving the house.

I always make it a point to show up early on dates. Give myself time to prepare. which you love. Allows you plenty of time to sit next to me at the bar. Make small talk, slip something in my drink. Then watch me go on the worse date.

You can tell I don’t vibe with his conversation. I also realize I don’t feel good, and use it as the best excuse to leave. You follow me into the parking lot. I’m stumbling now, what I thought was just a a headache is quickly turning into a blur as I use my car to hold my balance.

It was so easy for you to walk right over and just scoop me up and put me in the back sit. I don’t even remember you driving us back to your house. I wake up on your bed. Confused at my location but also cause my body feels all tingly.

Once my eyes adjust I see you. You’re ripping my tights “That’s good your finally awake. God you dressed up so pretty, but he was such a bore right? Don’t worry I know what you’re into. God your gonna feel so good”

My eyes go wide as my brain begins to understand the situation. My legs are spread over your lap, you’re pulling my thong to the side and sliding your fingers in. “Fuck your so wet, I knew you liked this”

I try to stop your hands but my limbs feel heavy.

And it’s getting harder to focus, you’re circling my clit now. I try to squirm but you just pull my hips closer to you, causing my too to scrunch up and expose my tits. “Come on now, you’re doing this on purpose huh?”

I feel my body shake as you bring me to an orgasm. You laugh and unzip your pants, pulling your cock out and teasing your tip against my pussy. “Fuck I’m going to make you love this”

You feel my hard shaft gently rubbing against your clit ,feeling the warmth of my cock over your skin as i get closer , your breath exhale a bubbly soft moan , silencing it with a kiss your intoxicated mind betrays your sense of endangerment, responding with your tongue twisting mine.

Geting back for a second , you hear " you're really desperate for cock, are you? , between mumbles your pretty mouth words out a yes.

"Thats why you keep going on dates with losers? ..... it's a Shame, you looked too pretty and usable tonight to go back home horny ,i couldn't help myself from raping your sweet cunt i'm sorry .

You try to talk but using my left hand i accommodate my fat cock and force it's way in . Every inch fills your insides ,twitching your walls as the thickness stretches your cumhole. Your brain can't articulate words or fight back when im pacing slow strokes.

i hold your soft bouncy tits, just to put my mouth arround and suck them into being marked .

You can't oposse anymore , feels too good to your touched starved body giving in being "my valentine victim" , loudly moaning and gatherring your hands around my head ,grabbing my hair while I kept raping and drooling my tongue all over your niples.

The more i punched your cervix ,the more i felt your cream drench all over it .

The slow pace switched into a fast harsh pound .

what are you ? I asked with a raspy voice .Your intoxicated unconcious gave you the appropriate answer......

Your whore you replied between moans

What are you? I asked again louder

Your whore you screamed gasping

Hearing all that made me lose control ,hate fucking your pathetic cumhole in full force ,i kept pressing nonstop, building up the climax and draining all my cum deep inside.

The drugs , my body pressure, and feeling stuffed finally made you pass out .

After taking pictures of your pretty rapehole driping my cum out ,i seated by your side , groping your sleepycunt and filling it again .

Can't wait for round 2 when you wake up

( why im so obssesed over this? Did an anon matched my freak ? , i kept reading your words over and over again , and every single time made my cock throbb so much , dont know how to put it , wouldnt make justice for how this felt for me ,im going to conclude this with a silly question , where do you live ?)

Happy valentines to you too lovely , D.

[lillaydee]

The Unlucky One Part 13

Joel Miller (No Outbreak AU) / F Reader

When it comes to love, Lady Luck seems to have lost your address. After being left at the altar without so much of an explanation, you decided love is no longer something you are interested in. Not even meeting an unlucky-in-love-himself Mr. Grump could change your mind.

Right?

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WARNINGS: Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Grumpy Joel (The Last of Us), Jealousy, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Idiots in Love, unlucky in love, Child Abandonment, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us)

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Part 12

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“Hi Sweetheart.”

“I’m not your sweetheart anymore, Andy, you know that. You made sure of that,” you retorted. Joel immediately stood in front of you, aware who this was now.

“Please, Aria, let me explain? I’ve been looking for you all over. Please?”

“You knew exactly where she was when you left her at the altar, when she called you numerous times the days after that, when she came back from Bali. Why didn’t you look for her then? Why now?” Joel protested.

“Eric, this is none of your business. You need to let me speak to her alone.”

“This is not Eric, this is Joel,” you corrected him.

Andrew huffed. Wow, he said disbelievingly. You move fast.

“Excuse me?” Joel was starting to lose his patience.

“I mean, we just broke up, and just like that, she moved on to you,” Andrew mumbled, eyes on the flowers he was holding.  

“You mean you left me at the altar a few months ago, Andy. That wasn’t something that had just happened. And we didn’t break up. You dumped me.”

Another huff. 

“Leave, Andy, I don’t want to see you. We’re over. You made sure we were over. You got what you wanted, so please leave.”

“Aria, baby, please, at least just let me explain. I came a long way to see you.”

“Hey, she said she doesn’t want you here, you should leave, buddy,” Joel stepped further in front of you. He put Ellie down, and the little girl finally peeked her head out to look at the man who was making Joel and you so unhappy.

“Ellie?” Andrew asked, looking shocked to see her there.

Wait. How did he know Ellie?

Joel was about to close the door, but you stopped him. You needed to hear this now. He had never met your family other than your dads. Hell, until she was unceremoniously dropped on your doorstep you had never met her. You just found out she existed. How did he recognize Ellie?

“Joel,” you softly said, “Can you give us some time? I think I need to hear this,” you told him.

“You sure?” he asked you, looking worried, unsure.

You nodded. Please, you looked him in the eyes, imploring him to understand.

He was hesitant. But you were begging him to let you have this. So he relented, taking Ellie with him at your request. Maria met him at the door, asking him what happened, her eyes widening when she saw Andrew. She took Ellie inside, Sarah gleeful her friend had come for a visit. Maria immediately called Kyle to let him know what happened. She didn’t have a good feeling about this, she told him. She went back outside and leaned on Tess’s car with Joel, waiting. Just in case.

Andrew smirked, looking as if he’d won. “Is he your boyfriend? Or is he just the neighbour?” he asked, carrying his suitcase into your living room, handing you the flowers. An apology, he said, consider it the first of the many, many things he would do to have you back by his side.

You didn’t take the flowers. You stood in the middle of your living room, arms crossed on your chest, asking him to explain himself.

“You’re not gonna offer me something to drink?”

You didn’t respond. Your eyes were fixed on his. Months of this. Months of wondering what the fuck went wrong and he just waltzed in here acting like he deserved an offer of a drink?

He took a deep breath.

He wanted to surprise you for the wedding. He knew about your mother, the things you told him, the horrors from your past, but coming from such a close-knit family, he never understood why you were not on speaking terms with her. Family was everything to him. And he couldn’t fathom why you were so stubborn when it came to your mother. Sure, she did what she did, with Eric and Nell and all that, but surely now that you were happy with him, you would be more open to reconciling? He couldn’t imagine his life without his Mom, how could you go about your life without talking to yours? He just didn’t understand it. He talked to his family about it. His sister, Andrea, was sceptical, telling him that that sounded like the worst idea she had ever heard. But he wouldn’t hear it. He was convinced that you would thank him for it, and all would be well.

He went to your old town under the pretext of a work trip and visited your old house. He was shocked at how run down it was, despite it being in a fancy neighbourhood. Your mother seemed nice, so unlike the woman you had described to him. She told him ‘everything’. How you and your dads worked against her, how your Dad made sure she didn’t receive anything from your Grandpa’s estate, how you manipulated Eric into running away with you, leaving poor Nell alone and pregnant. How they were now living in destitution because of you.

He was shocked. What she had told him was the exact opposite of what you did. For a split second, he regretted his decision to go behind your back doing this. But if there was one thing about your mother, she was a great actress. She could be extremely persuasive when she needed to be. She brought out the poor, motherly tears, telling Andrew that perhaps she deserved all this, she was too soft, too trusting, she never thought her own daughter would do this to her.

He did question it. Out loud. But your mother countered everything one by one. How could her own father disown his one daughter? The one who was always there for him? Who did nothing but love him? You didn’t need the money. Your Dad was a successful lawyer. He could’ve paid for everything you needed. Think about it, Andrew, how could the will be changed? She saw the will herself, with her own two eyes. She was to inherit everything. But suddenly that will disappeared? Who could have possibly done that? Unless… a very successful lawyer was involved. A very successful lawyer, who, incidentally, retired right around the time you left. Think about it. Did you even work? Or were you just lazing around the house spending the millions you had stolen from her?

Andrew began to falter. You didn’t work, per se. You spent the first year he met you doing your Masters. You were freelancing after that, taking a paid job every few months, spending the rest of your time supposedly volunteering and coming up with a business plan to start your own business, which didn’t ever begin.

Eric was not a child, your mother said. He was in love with Nell, but you couldn’t accept it. You told everyone how Nell stole him from you, when the reality was quite the opposite. He was going to be a doctor – why on earth would he had agreed to being married to Nell if he didn’t love her? It was you all along. You couldn’t stand the thought of your sister being happy, that someone wanted Nell and not you. Last she heard, Eric took off heading towards you. Was he sure that she wasn’t seeing him behind his back?

That volunteer job, he thought – for Sunny House, a house for families needing a place to stay nearer to the hospital when their children were getting cancer treatments. You worked on that job for months, sometimes coming home way beyond his bed time. And you went out of town for that job too, claiming to work on another Sunny House, sometimes being away for up to a week. You even worked weekends.

Poor Nell, you mother further dug, seeing that her lies had started to affect him. Left all alone, pregnant and jobless. She had a hard time after Eric left. She became disabled after giving birth, your mother told him. They couldn’t afford proper treatment for her, if only a certain Dr Eric Williams was around.

Andrew turned his head at this. Dr Williams? The doctor you were working with for the Sunny House. It was a Dr Williams. He didn’t know his first name, though.

A little girl suddenly ran into the living room. Your mother took her by the hand, introducing her to Andrew. Look, she said, look at my poor granddaughter. Look how small she was. How could Aria do this to us? How could she take her father away from her?

He couldn’t believe it. That girl looked malnourished. Sick. Before he could even wrap his head around the sad state of the girl, a woman, looking frail and limping, came in and pulled her away.

You see what your perfect fiancée had done to her family?

The whole journey home, he couldn’t shake the images of your former home out of his mind. Of Ellie, of Nell, of the tears running down your mother’s cheeks. He felt as if he didn’t know you at all. What was he going to do? He was supposed to marry you in a few weeks.

When he got home, he couldn’t shake the disbelief off. He couldn’t ask you to confirm or deny anything. Of course you’d deny everything. He began to obsess about everything. He couldn’t even go home to face you. He googled the Sunny House project – a Doctor Eric Williams one of the volunteers. Well… that was all the proof he needed.

But he loved you. He loved the you that he knew. The one he had been with for years. The one he proposed to. The one who loved your dads and best friends, people you called your family.

But that you was a lie.

He needed to break up with you. He refused to spend the rest of his life with someone like you. But he knew that if he faced you, if you begged, if you cried, he would cave. And he couldn’t do that.

So he ghosted you. He couldn’t face you. He felt betrayed. He ignored your pleading texts and rejected your calls, eventually blocking you. He told his family what he knew. They all left your side and came rushing to his, everyone shocked at how blind they had been about you.

Everyone except Andrea. She wasn’t convinced. You had never used the word manipulative to describe your mother, but that was what she could gauge from what you had told her brother. She told him that manipulative people were great actors. She never believed for a second that you would do all that. Surely, if he had dug further, he would find out the truth. He refused to listen to her, unable to accept that he was lied to by such a sweet, frail old woman. He sent her to the house to get some of his things, but when she told him you had left for Bali, he suddenly felt as if he had been slapped in the face.

You left. For the honeymoon you were supposed to go on with him. Just like that. Really? Three days after he left you at the altar, two days after he blocked you, you just… left? You were not going to plead for him to come back anymore? Tear the town down to look for him? Explain things to him? To him, that solidified his theory. For all he knew, you went with that Eric guy. Andrea screamed at him that you did. You did plead. And he blocked you. He didn’t want to accept it. No. He unblocked you, and you still didn’t text or call. So he texted you, threatening to kick you out of the house. Message read, but no reply. And when he came back after you were due to arrive, all your belongings were gone.

He let his ego get the better of him and took it as him being right. That you had eloped with Eric. You must have. Who spent four years with someone, moved in with them, planned a wedding with them, and stopped begging after three days? Who moved on that quickly? He left you, and he couldn’t move on still. If you had left him, he would’ve done anything to get back to you. And you didn’t bother. He kept sending you texts, hoping to get any form of response from you, but you never bit. And one day, the texts just didn’t send anymore. Your email and social media deactivated, you simply disappeared.

Andrea came to him about that time, telling him that she had a new colleague, someone from your old town. She asked him if he knew you, and apparently, he did. Everyone did – everyone knew how your mother treated you. Everyone was happy you escaped. Everyone was happy Eric escaped. No one could do anything, though. Your mother was vicious, and no one wanted to be on the wrong end of the stick with her – she would destroy your lives.

No, he told her. You were cheating on him with Eric. The doctor you’d been ‘working with’ on the Sunny House project. Andrea googled him, Andrew smiling smugly when Dr Eric Williams’ name appeared. Unlike him, Andrea didn’t stop. A few more clicks, and a profile for a Dr Eric Williams popped up, a retired doctor who started the project when his five year old granddaughter Sunny died of cancer.

“This 70 year old retiree? You think Aria was cheating on you with this 70 year old retiree? You think this was the man her very young sister married? That Aria wanted him so much she manipulated this guy into running away with her while still being with you?” Andrea seethed.

It was then that Andrew panicked. He had let go of you, the woman he loved, over something someone you had warned him about said about you. He believed your mother over you. Made up an entire scenario in his head because of it. He needed to find you, get you back. He pleaded with Andrea to help him, but she said you dodged a fucking bullet when he dumped her. She wasn’t going to help him find you. Ever.

He tried for a while to look for you himself, to no avail. He was seriously looking into some private investigators when he received a text message from an unknown number – a picture of you, along with your address and phone number. He jumped on the first flight to Austin the very next day.

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You stood in front of him, finally knowing why he had dumped you so unceremoniously. You honestly thought you would be relieved, maybe conflicted about him once you found out. But nope. You felt nothing. You were not angry, you were not sad, you were not regretful. You just felt… whatever.

You walked towards the front door, asking him to leave. But he got on his knees and hugged your own, begging you to give him another chance. To forgive him. To start over. You pulled yourself away from him, but he was strong. Much stronger than you. Please, baby, please, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry. Please Aria, give me another chance. My life is not the same without you.

You finally managed to pry yourself away from him, opening the front door, asking him to leave. “You’re too late. I’ve moved on. Please move on too.”

He was full on sobbing, refusing to move. More begging. He’ll do anything, please.

When you didn’t say anything still, he got angry.

It was so easy for you, wasn’t it? To just leave and move on? Didn’t he mean anything to you? He made a mistake, yes he did, but he’s trying to make up for it. Did you even love him? If you did, you would take him back. Did you really fall for the next door neighbour within a few months? Was that how little he meant to you? That you could just forget the love you had for each other?

He got up and started towards you, hands grabbing at your arms, holding on so tight you were sure you were going to bruise. You were shocked. This man had never even raised his voice at you in all the time you had been with him. You wouldn’t have accepted him, stayed with him all those years if he had. You grew up with a mother who used you as a figurative punching bag, things like this were obvious red flags to you, and he hadn’t ever shown this kind of behaviour before. But in that very moment, you panicked. Tongue tied at his sudden outburst. You stared at him as he began shaking you, your mind and body trying hard to understand what was going on, unable to react.

“You don’t get to leave me, you hear me? No! I won’t accept it! You don’t get to leave me! I made a mistake, I apologized for it. You don’t get to leave me!”

You finally snapped out of your shock, struggling harder to get out of his grip, finally managing to get your arm moving, scratching whatever parts of him you could reach. You caught his chin, his skin breaking into a white line, before the pink droplets of blood began to bloom.

He yelled out, swiping at his face, seeing the small amount of blood decorating this finger tips, and his once sweet face you had thought you could never live without turned dark. You bitch, he whispered, raising his hand.

The door burst open, Joel, Tommy and Maria coming in like a storm, Joel immediately shoving Andrew away from you, so hard, the man ended up wedged in between the TV cabinet and the staircase, looking shell-shocked. Tommy had to stop him from hitting the guy, while Maria pulled you out of the house, just in case things went from bad to worst. Kyle drove up the driveway, jumping out of the car before it even fully stopped, rushing inside to help – at this point, to save Andrew’s life. Joel was livid, his entire body shaking, refraining from tearing this man apart. Kyle helped Tommy hold him back, telling him to ease up, Tommy telling him again and again he hadn’t hit you, if Joel did what he wanted to do, he might get in trouble instead. Ease up, brother, ease up.

Joel freed himself from their grasps, walking out to check on you, immediately hugging you tight, asking over and over if you were alright. You kept telling him you were, but he kept checking every bit of your body, trying to see if your ex-fiancé had left a mark on you. He was trembling still, his breath stuttering from the not so welcomed excitement of the last few minutes.

Andrew finally walked out of the house, looking so ashamed of himself, sobbing, trying to hug you to apologize. Joel put himself between you and Andrew, warning the man he had been patient enough. Andrew ended up sitting on your porch crying into his hands, the words I’m sorry falling from his lips like a chant.

Tess came out, phone in hand, worry clearly written all over her. Ellie? You asked, worried that she had heard the yelling, not wanting to scare the little girl. No, don’t worry, she said, the kids were watching something on an iPad in Sarah’s room at the other side of the house, not to worry, they didn’t hear anything. Anita was with them. They’re fine, she assured you.

You look nice, you told her, trying to distract yourself, clocking the make up on her face. She laughed, she was going out for a movie, she said, but she’ll stay now. Keep you company, she said, her fingers furiously typing on her phone. You were about to protest when another car drove into your driveway next to Kyle’s truck, and your other ex, Eric, jumped out, looking concerned at the scene in your driveway.

“You okay? What’s going on?” he immediately asked. Maria told him. He asked if everyone was okay, and you could only nod, thanking him for coming.

Wait.

How did he know to come right now? He just left this morning. And he’s back, looking rather dressed up, you thought.

“I just wanted to come visit, you know, I don’t know many people here, so I thought… I could use some time to hang out with my old friends, right?” he explained, laughing a little, before clocking Joel standing next to you, quickly adding, “I hope you don’t mind, Joel, I mean, we’ve known each other for so long, I just wanted to hang out, as friends, just friends, I promise,” he blubbered, looking at the man, who had calmed down considerably. Joel looked a bit incredulous, but offered a hand for Eric to shake, nonetheless.  

You stared at him in his flustered state, “You just left my house, like, not two hours ago, why leave at all if you were just coming back?” you said, your eyes narrowing, Maria’s eyes doing the same.

“Oh, I didn’t even think of that… I just have nothing to do on my off days, you know… and with what happened with Nell and your mother, I thought you would like a friend… I mean, I could go, if you prefer, you know what? I’ll just go… you must be busy… with Ellie… so…” he put his hands in his pockets, eyes down on his feet, turning around to back to his car.

“Eric, stay,” you said, still confused, but you didn’t want him to feel unwanted. He was your friend, after all, and you needed friends around today.  

His sudden, unexpected appearance actually calmed things down – everyone was so confused he was there even Andrew forgot this was the guy who supposedly started the whole mess he had created.

“Wait, what happened with your mother?” he asked, managing the whole sentence without sobbing.

Once Andrew had calmed down, you sat next to him on your porch and told him everything. Joel, Tommy, Kyle and Eric leaned against Kyle’s truck, not wanting to leave you alone with this man. To say Andrew was shocked to learn of the truth about your mother was an understatement, disbelief clearly written all over his features. She seemed so sweet, he said. He kept apologizing. He didn’t know what came over him. He didn’t think that one stupid decision he made months ago would end up like this, he told you. He’s kicking himself for his own stupidity. He honestly thought you would see his logic and take him back.

His life was not the same without you. He missed you. The house felt empty without you. His family was angry at him, once Andrea told them what he had really done. They loved you, and he pushed you away without much thought. He thought that if he could just find you, explain himself to you, that everything would be alright again.

You listened. And then, you asked him one question.

Would he had taken you back if you had done to him what he did to you?

He started sobbing again, shaking his head, admitting that he wouldn’t have.

Kyle offered to take him to the airport, and he accepted, resigned to the fact that you were never going back to him, finally admitting that you were right to come to that decision. Joel decided to go with, not satisfied for your safety until this man actually checked in. Andrew hugged you goodbye, Joel standing by just in case he went mental again. It was a wonder he didn’t just pull the man off you, finding himself having very little patience with this guy.

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He and Kyle waited for Andrew to check in. Andrew tried to make small talks with them both, but neither said much to him, Joel practically eyeing him the whole time as if worried the guy was going to run off back to you.

“You know, I’ve always been jealous of you,” Andrew said to Kyle. “You are her best friend, and you used to date. For years! You were her first boyfriend! You lost your virginities to each other. I don’t get that. How can the two of you still be friends? How can she still want you in her life? I mean, her granddad took you in, put you through college. Her dads love you. Heck, she introduced you to Ethan. After what you did to her, and she still kept you around. If it was me…”

“See, you should have remembered that before you decided to believe Esther. You had a kind, wonderful woman at your side, one who sees good in people, even those who put her through hell, and you threw that out for nothing. Good news is, she might break her streak with being friends with an ex with you. At least Eric and I never intended to hurt her. You did,” Kyle retorted, not even pretending to hide his tone.

Andrew rubbed his face, nodding. He looked at Joel. “So, you met her when she moved in next door? You move fast,” he said, trying to make light of things. He was jittery, feeling so small he couldn’t stop his foot from tapping.

“Actually, they met before that. I think they have you to thank for them meeting. If you had not dumped her at the altar, she wouldn’t have connected with Joel, here. She would’ve been busy on her honeymoon with you,” Kyle answered for Joel, annoyed that this man would even dare speak to him.

Kyle’s face fell. “You met her in Bali?”

Joel didn’t answer, still staring at him. Andrew had never felt lower in his life. He pushed you into Joel’s arms. And this guy seemed to care so much about you, willing to do anything to protect you. He didn’t even know if he would have intervened should you have been attacked in his presence. He was a tame city boy, and this Joel, he seemed… formidable. And Andrew was immediately consumed in jealousy, jealous of the fact that this Joel got to hold you at night, spend time with you, laugh with you, raise Ellie with you, just like a perfect little family. And he didn’t get to, due to his own foolishness.

He knew he had nothing to lose now, but he had to give it a shot.

“You’re a better person than me, Joel. You seem okay that she’s still hanging around her exes. The only reason I didn’t mind Kyle that much was because he lives here, and we were a good five hour flight away. And you know how I reacted to the possibility of her seeing Eric behind my back. I don’t know how you can stand her being in such close proximity with her exes. She’s still good friends with the other two too, isn’t she? The ones from college?” he looked to Kyle for confirmation, but the man just stared back at him.

“I mean, if I understand it correctly now, Eric was cruelly taken away from her, and they never had closure. Who’s to say she didn’t still carry a torch for him, and he for her? So the fact that you are okay this makes you the man, Joel, really. I salute you. And with all that drama with her mother and sister… I mean, the sister went nuts and murdered their deranged mother, leaving her daughter with her… And Ellie, she seems like a good kid. No way to know how disturbed she might turn out to be yet, really, but I’m sure she’s gonna be fine. I’m happy she has you. Not many men would be so… what’s the word… accepting. Yes. Accepting. Good for you, Joel, you’re a good man,” he said, his shoulders feeling a bit lighter seeing Joel avoid his eyes as he said all this, sure his intentions hit the mark.

“Okay, you’re done,” Kyle said, pulling him up by the shoulder. “Go check in, you’ve caused enough damage here,” he pushed the man towards the departure gate, following closely behind.

**********

Joel was quiet on the journey back home. Kyle kept looking at him, worried that Andrew’s poisonous words were affecting him. He cleared his throat.

“You know, the only reason Aria is still friends with me, and now I suspect she’s gonna be with Eric too, is because she has a good heart. Doesn’t mean she has feelings for us,” he tried, seeing that Joel was listening, even though he didn’t turn to meet his eyes. “What happened with her, I actually thought she was never going to speak to me again. Bill and her grandpa almost killed me. But they are good people, Joel. They helped me because I needed their help. Please don’t let that shithead’s words affect you. He’s just being petty, vindictive,” he stopped at the traffic light. “This is all my fault. I egged him on. I didn’t know he could be that low. I’m sorry Joel. Please don’t give up on her, she needs you,” he pleaded.

Joel remained quiet. He couldn’t even pretend Andrew’s scathing remarks didn’t affect him. He couldn’t even say for certain Eric’s sudden reappearance at your place didn’t make him pause. He got used to Kyle, but perhaps, the fact that he was with Ethan made him certain of your friendship with him, but Eric? The insecurity he felt when first introduced with Eric at the hospital suddenly bubbled up again.

And then there were the last two nights. You sought Eric’s company when you were down, not his. You found comfort in Eric, not him. You found your peace in Eric, not him.

Andrew as right. Your relationship with Eric was rudely interrupted. Who’s to say you didn’t still feel things for him? Or he for you? And seeing how nervous he was to see Joel there when he drove up your driveway this morning? All dressed up too, so different than the jeans and ratty t-shirt Joel saw him wear around the house those two days he was there. What if he was trying to ask you out? See if things could reignite with you?

And who was he to stand in your way? He was just someone you met a few months ago. He shouldn’t be in the way of your happiness. He shouldn’t be jealous, right? You were with him, he’s sure of it.

Unless… you called him over that morning to break up with him when Andrew interrupted?

No… you kissed him. Hugged him. Joked with him. You wouldn’t do all that and then break up with him, right?

Right?

Kyle drove up your driveway, jolting him out of his thoughts. He got out, and went to your door, hoping to continue the conversation from that morning. But he heard Ellie’s squeals from the living room. He peeked in your window, Eric giving Ellie a piggy back, the little girl having the time of her life, you watching with a huge smile from the couch.

He suddenly felt out of place, and when Kyle asked if he was coming in, he shook his head, turning around and going into his own front door instead.

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Part 14

[k3nzgir1]

Purity {part: 1}

 w/c: 1.3k

summary: The every so perfect Agent has a history and not so secret side job. That all comes crashing down when a case in South Dakota reveals more than she’d like. 

You walk into the office angelic as always. You’d had a man you’ve never met at your side like a kicked puppy holding your bag. He’d seen you in the elevator putting on an effortless struggle against the weight of the bag. He’d offered to carry it and, well, who were you to say no? 

You had an aura about you that screamed, pure, and most men felt intense need to protect you. Though you made up for their lack of trust and took advantage of their naivety.  Men fell for you faster for you than you could say good boy. Yet most of the guys in the office already knew heal. 

But as you slide your bag off the man’s should flashing him a few of your pretty teeth you’re called into Erin Strauss’s office. 

“Have a seat, we have some.. things that I’d like to discuss with you,” she spoke with clarity and much stature as if she was above you. “I’ve received report you’ve been getting quite trigger happy with your new gun, am I going to regret fighting to get you a higher grade weapon when on the field?” you nod your head no. You’d tested out of your gun range the last time you’d done your assessment and Strauss had indeed fought to get you a better gun. You felt a bit guilty but to call it trigger happy was a different level. “There’s no need nor point in giving you a psyche evaluation, but if I find you in my office again there will be big consequences. Understood?” You nod yes quickly. Being pulled off the field would ruin everything. “Yes ma’am.” 

Derek Morgan was the first to stop you on your way out. “What was that about, are you finally getting moved up to Sniper level, little miss marksmen?” He say nudging your shoulder. Simultaneously almost knocking the files out of your grasp.

“Opposite, apparently I’m to “Trigger Happy” for Strauss’s liking, she hasn’t punished me yet but according to her I’m pushing the mark.” an unintentional sigh leaves your lips with out permission. “Well we have a briefing to get to, sweetheart. Hotch send me to find you. It’s a case in South Dakota. Son of a bitch it’s cutting the heart out of our victims.”

As you walk through the no where land that  the people around you seem to call South Dakota you find yourself at the disposal site. A young resident genius trailing aimlessly behind you. “It’s been 28 hours how is the body still here and why isn’t the park closed off to the public?” The words snap out and land in the ears of the current head detective. “I’m sorry ma’am we’re doing the best we can, unless you can fend off the general public all by yourself you’re gonna have to wait!” you look down at the body then back at the man before you can’t snap out the pettiest remark Spencer cuts in knowing in this very moment you have nothing nice to say. “Is there anyway we can get the body down to the morgue, our lack of knowledge is only setting us back in our discovery’s” he speaks politely directing a sharp glance your way. “Yeah almost like you have to do your job, colour me shocked.” it comes out of your mouth a muttered mumble, still audible, but a mutter at that. 

As the man walks away Spencer turns to do the thing you liked to cal Reidsplanning. Reidsplanning is when Spencer would lecture you on meaning less facts or give you unnecessary lessons on the field about “appropriate behaviour?”  You could see the look in his eyes and knew a string of words too fast to comprehend would fall out of his mouth, much like word vomit. “We’re supposed to be nice to the police departments. We actually want them to invite us back when bigger problems arise.” You try to walk away but Spencer keeps up your pace. “Look Reid, when people already doubt you being nice and jolly gets you nowhere. It only makes you look like a push-over. Now we’ll have to wait an hour before anyone’s even called to get the body because you went all “at your best convenience” to the Detective. No one takes a push-over seriously. Honestly, I say you should grow a pair and learn to stand on your own two feet.” You start to trail off but as your sentence tapers off you find a note shoved in the open crease of where a heart used to be. “Can I borrow your hand, thanks!” You pull over the nearest medics gloved hand to the area fishing to note out. Spencer look equal parts disgusted and intrigued. “What’s it say?” You use the man’s hand to unravel the note written on office stationery. “It says, “One of you is the mole-“ and a quote? “The Holy One, blessed be Thy, hates a person which says one thing with Thy mouth and another in his heart" (Talmud.) Does this mean anything, Spence?” Spencer’s eyes quickly graze over the words as if his brain were computing facts from memory “This quote from the Talmud essentially means that God despises someone who outwardly expresses one sentiment while harboring a different, contradictory feeling in their heart; it condemns hypocrisy and the act of saying one thing and meaning another. This saying is found in the Talmud, specifically in the tractate of Pesachim, {113b}” There’s no much information to take in so you jump to questions before comprehension. “So, who’s the mole, the unsub is talking about? And why tell us?” You speak trying to boost your purity to a maxima.

“I don’t know, do you think it has something to do with the BAU?” Spencer says now taking the grasps of the man’s hand plotting the note into an evidence bag. 

Body number two. Found in Ridgeway Park and Bike Route. A similar note is found but this time to says, “You’ve let her trick you for so long, her lies feel like a second nature.” and quote with a similar gist. “A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him.” - Fyodor Dostoevsky a Russian novelist. and it essentially means that when someone repeatedly deceives themselves and believes their own lies, they eventually lose the ability to distinguish truth, both within themselves and in the world around them; effectively creating a distorted reality where they can no longer perceive the truth. Your lost in thought piecing together the notes when JJ bust through the door. There is a call coming through asking for the FBI, asking for you? You quickly run over to the group taking the phone offering a simple hello? A cold hasty voice answers “The trickster's function is to break taboos, create mischief, stir things up. In the end, the trickster gives people what they really want, some sort of freedom, audited by Tom Robbin’s, They will find you and when they do it’ll be too late. You’ve taken there freedom in hopes of your own, How does it feel y/n. How does it feel knowing you’ve won?” Just as fast as the call started the call ended leaving everyone in shock. Your job didn’t end here you must progress. “I- I don’t know what he’s talking about? I’ve never gone under any secret mission. I’m not a mole!” Spencer looks at you blind sided. “Why? Why did he call you y/n? And why did you respond like that’s your name? Answer me”

a/n: i’m trying but i’m terrible at cliffhangers…

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

i just remembered i never posted this edit i made at the end of limited life over here, so here it is! i still love this one a lot.

(apologies for the tik tok logo, i made this over a year ago now so i don’t have the original video, just the version i posted over there, so i had to download it from there in order to post it.)

[feroluce]

This was all the way back from the end of 2.3.

Hey Sparkle what the fuck.

[so-very-small]

the tiny, inside the walls, hyping themself up: It’s totally fine. Everything I’ve seen from this human shows that they’re kind, level headed, and normal. There’s utterly nothing wrong with this human, and I can totally befriend them! I shouldn’t be scared at all!

the tiny: *peeks out hole in the bathroom wall, looking up at the giant before them*

the giant, in front of the bathroom sink, obliviously doing their nightly routine: *removes their dentures*

the tiny, has no concept of what dentures are, who just saw this behemoth remove all the bones and flesh from its own mouth in one swift pull, without a flinch of pain: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

[hi-land]

coming soon...