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bro does NOT know how to fight!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[maxtermind]

please i'm begging you (please don't feel pressured if your life is busy 💕) we need pt 2 to the angst i can't handle this 😭 my heart 💔 the writing is too good that i'm feeling things 😓

was i stupid to love you?

★ : summary :: when he downplays your feelings ★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris ★ : genre :: angst; hurt/comfort ★ : word count :: 4.6k ★ : a/n :: open ending, don't forget to vote after so i can get a bit of feedback :3 kinda rushed so might contain lots of typos sorryyyy!!

( part 1 )

Charles Leclerc

The house party buzzed with music and laughter, a cacophony that drowned your thoughts as you stormed through the crowded rooms. Your heart raced with a mix of anger and hurt, knowing Charles was right on your tail, determined to catch you before you could reach Arthur.

Your boyfriend’s hand wrapped around yours just as his brother turned around to look at you guys. You stomped your feet as you shook your head to dismiss Arthur and follow your boyfriend who quietly kissed your head in gratitude before you could step away.

”What is going on with you?!” Your voice trembled with barely contained fury as you confronted Charles in a quieter corner.

Charles sighed, his brow furrowing in frustration. ”I don’t know, baby. I’m so sorry—”

”You told me off when you should know that I’m right!” Your voice rose involuntarily. ”She fucking leaned in thinking that you were gonna choose her.”

”Y/N, please listen to me,” Charles said earnestly, stepping closer to you. ”I messed up. I know. But I would, never in a hundred years, choose anyone let alone her over you.”

You looked into Charles' eyes, seeing the sincerity and pain reflected in them. Your anger began to melt, replaced by a swirl of conflicting emotions.

”You’re just saying what I want to hear and I don't like it,” you said, your voice softer now, searching for clarity.

”It’s the truth,” Charles declared, his voice tinged with regret. ”I know I’ve hurt you baby and I'm sorry for that but I can’t— I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I watched you leave with my brother. Let me drop you home, okay?”

Tears welled up in your eyes, frustration and hurt mixing with the love you still felt for him. Charles gently took your hands in his, his touch warm and comforting.

”Y/N, please,” Charles pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. ”I never want to make you feel like you need to run away from me. I want to talk this out, please give me a chance to make things right.”

You hesitated, feeling torn between wanting to forgive him and the pain of betrayal still fresh in your heart.

”Okay,” you finally whispered, feeling emotionally drained. ”Let's go.”

Charles nodded, relief washing over his face. He led you out of the noisy party, his grip on your hand tight and reassuring. The cool night air outside provided a stark contrast to the heated emotions inside.

As Charles drove you home, neither of you spoke. The silence was filled with unspoken words and the weight of what had just transpired. But Charles kept stealing glances at you, his eyes full of regret and love.

When you arrived at your shared apartment, Charles parked the car but made no move to get out. He turned to you, his expression soft and vulnerable.

”I'll leave if you want me to,” Charles said quietly, his voice tinged with sorrow. ”But please, Y/N, give us a chance to talk tomorrow. I'll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes and the love that still lingered despite everything. Tears fell down your cheeks as you nodded slowly.

”I need time,” you admitted softly, your voice barely audible. ”Time to sort through this.”

Charles nodded understandingly, reaching out to gently wipe away your tears. ”Take all the time you need,” he said softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. ”I'll be here, whenever you're ready.”

”Where will you go?” You asked, not wanting to leave just yet.

”To your brother’s house,” he joked and smiled cheekily when you let out a small laugh.

”I love you,” Charles continued and seemed satisfied when you saw your tinted cheeks, giving into the temptation to kiss your hand. ”I’ll stay at Arthur's for the night.”

With that, you stepped out of the car, your heart heavy with conflicting emotions. You watched Charles drive away, feeling the distance between you both but knowing that perhaps, with time, you could find a way back to each other.

Lando Norris

You sat in the break room at work, your lunch untouched in front of you. The memories of last night’s events still stung, the image of her hand on Lando’s thigh and the lipstick on his collar replaying in your mind.

Just as you were about to take a sip of water, the door swung open, and there he was, your— ex? —boyfriend, looking desperate and determined. You knew there was a possibility he’d try to catch you at work given that you’d taken away all other means.

”Y/N, can I please?” he said, his voice pleading as he pointed towards the hallway.

You nodded reluctantly and led him to an empty hall, away from prying eyes. The silence was deafening as you stood there, waiting for him to speak.

You nodded reluctantly and led him to an empty conference room, away from prying eyes. The silence was deafening as you stood there, waiting for him to speak.

”Y/N, please,” he started, his voice trembling slightly. ”I’m so sorry about last night.”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the table. ”Bet you had a good time, huh?”

”No, I didn't,” Lando said in disbelief before he took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. ”Nothing that happened there was intentional. We were all drinking, and she... she got too close. I should have pushed her away. I’m sorry.”

You scoffed, anger bubbling up again, finally fired up enough to speak your mind. ”Her hand was on your fucking thigh, Lando. And your collar— her lipstick was all over it. How do you explain that?”

He winced, clearly pained by the memory. ”I know it looks bad, but it wasn’t what it seemed. She leaned in close to talk to me, and I didn’t realize she had left a mark. It was a— just a stupid mistake, and I should have been more aware.”

”More aware?” you echoed, your voice rising. ”You should have cared about how it would make me feel! Instead, you shrugged it off like it was nothing.”

”I didn’t mean to shrug it off,” he said, stepping closer. ”I was wrong. I should have reassured you, should have shown you that you’re the only one that matters to me. Baby, please just let me—”

You looked away, the pain still fresh. ”It’s not just about the lipstick or her hand. It’s about how you made me feel like I was overreacting, like my feelings didn’t matter.”

”They do matter,” he said, his voice breaking. ”More than anything. I was an idiot. I should have pushed her away immediately. I should have come to you and told you everything before you saw it for yourself.”

”You know I only want you,” he added softly, his eyes pleading with you.

You shook your head, trying to hold back tears. ”That’s the thing, Lando. I don’t know that. I actually believe that y— you don’t at all.”

Lando’s eyes filled with tears as a broken whisper of your name left his mouth. ”I h.. have never, I never will. Ever.” He stressed. ”Want anyone— need anyone the way I want you.”

You kept quiet as you looked at him trying to catch himself. Lending him your hand that he squeezed in return.

”I can’t believe you would ever believe that but I understand and, I promise… I’ll be more mindful, more respectful. I’ll make sure everyone knows I’m taken, that I’m yours. Please, give me a chance to make it right.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, and you let out a slow breath, trying to not have a breakdown at your workplace. ”It’s going to take time, Lando. Trust isn’t rebuilt overnight.”

”I know,” he said, relief washing over his features. ”And I’m willing to do whatever it takes. I’ll prove to you that I’m worthy of your trust.”

”Okay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. ”I’ll give it a thought, Lando. But if you hurt me again, we’re done.”

”I understand,” he said, his voice filled with determination. ”Thank you, Y/N. I won’t let you down.”

Max Verstappen

The streets were bustling with late-night revelers, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside you. The restaurant's neon sign flickered as you stepped out into the cool night air, your phone clenched tightly in your hand.

Three hours. You had waited for three hours, hoping Max would show up for your anniversary dinner, only to find out from the story of your mutual friend that he was out with her again.

On your anniversary.

You made your way through the crowded streets, not caring where you ended up. You just needed to get away, to think, to process the hurt and betrayal. Your phone buzzed incessantly in your pocket, but you ignored it. Max's calls and messages could wait. Right now, you needed space.

After wandering aimlessly for a while, you found yourself at the edge of the city, near the river. The quiet contrast of the flowing water was a welcome change from the city's noise. You sat on a bench, pulling your jacket tighter around you as a light drizzle began to fall. The soft patter of rain on the water's surface was soothing, but it didn’t dull the ache in your heart.

Minutes turned into an hour, and the rain intensified. Your phone buzzed again, and this time you glanced at it. Last message from Max was a minute ago

Max: Y/N, please. Where are you? Let me explain. I’m looking for you.

You sighed, wiping away the raindrops mixed with your tears. Your fingers hovered over the screen before you finally typed a reply.

You: By the river. Near the old bridge.

You didn’t know why you told him, but some part of you wanted to hear him out. To understand why he kept doing this. Why would he even waste time with you if he was already in love with someone else?

God. Even the thought of that brought up a real pain in your chest. The rain fell harder, and you huddled under the small awning of a nearby building, trying to stay somewhat dry.

After what felt like an eternity, you saw a figure running towards you through the rain. It was Max, drenched and breathless. He slowed as he approached, his eyes filled with worry and regret. HIs clothes were all over the place, untucked and wrinkled and you only drew the worst conclusion.

”Y/N,” he gasped, stopping a few feet away. ”Thank God, you're okay.”

You stood up, arms crossed defensively. ”You’ve got five minutes, Max. Make it count.”

He nodded, taking a step closer. ”I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know I’ve let you down. I was with her tonight because she’s going through a really rough time. She had no one else to turn to.”

You narrowed your eyes, the skepticism clear. ”On our anniversary? How convenient.”

He flinched at your tone but didn’t back down. ”I know it’s no excuse. I should have told you. I thought I could help her quickly and still make it to dinner. I didn’t realize it would take so long.”

You shook your head, the anger bubbling up again. ”This isn’t the first time, Max. How many times have I had to wonder if she’s really just a friend? How many times have you put her before me?”

Max stepped closer, his eyes pleading. ”I’ve been blind, Y/N. I didn’t see how much I was hurting you. There’s nothing romantic between us. She’s just a friend, and she needed my help. But I see now that I’ve been unfair to you.”

Tears mixed with the rain on your cheeks. ”I don’t know if I can keep doing this, Max. The constant worry, the feeling like I’m not enough. It’s tearing me apart.”

He reached out, tentatively taking your hand. ”You are more than enough, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot, and I’m so sorry. I love you, and I don’t want to lose you.”

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception. All you saw was sincerity and regret. ”How can I trust you again, Max? What did she even need help with?”

He squeezed your hand gently. ” She saw her ex at the club and he was being an asshole. I just went over for five to put him in his place when one of her friends posted the story. I’m sorry for the delay, baby. I know I should've been more transparent about everything. Just please, give me a chance to make things right.”

”Is she okay?” You took a shaky breath, your heart aching with the desire to believe him and he exhaled when you pulled him under the shit excuse of shelter you had from the rain.

”She’s okay. I promise I won't ever embarrass you this way again, baby. You won’t ever have to sit and wonder if I'm bailing because I found someone else or not.” Max took another deep breath. ”I never will, baby, you are the only one I want. I will never find anyone.”

You closed your eyes, the tears spilling over as you hugged him. ”I wanna go home.”

”Okay let’s go home, baby.” Max gently cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears. ”But I need you to know. You are my priority, Y/N. I’ll never let you feel otherwise again. I love you more than anything, and I’ll spend every day proving it to you.”

You leaned into his touch, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pain as you hugged him.

He sighed again, closing his eyes to soak in this. ”Happy anniversary, baby. I love you”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a tired smile.

Carlos Sainz

Carlos's pleas had grown quieter, the urgency in his voice replaced with a softness that seemed to seep through the crack under the door.

You could hear his breath hitching, a clear sign that he was on the verge of breaking down himself. But you couldn’t get yourself to stand up as you sat on the bed, knees drawn to your chest, tears still streaming down your face as you tried to block out the sound.

”Y/N, please,” he choked out, and you could hear the tears in his voice now. ”I'm so sorry. I... I don't know what else to say. I can't lose you.”

The sincerity and raw emotion in his voice cut through you in a vicious manner, and against your better judgment, you found yourself getting up. You hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the doorknob, before finally opening the door just a crack.

Carlos was standing there, his eyes red and swollen from crying. When he saw you, a look of profound relief washed over his face. ”Thank you,” he whispered.

You stepped back, letting him in. He walked in slowly, as if afraid to invade your space, and you closed the door behind him. The silence was heavy, each second stretching into an eternity.

”I'm so sorry,” Carlos said again, his voice trembling. ”I swear, I didn't know she was going to kiss me. If I had known, I would have never invited her. I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your own shaking voice. ”But you did invite her, Carlos. And I told you to cut her off so many times. Why didn't you listen?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking utterly defeated. ”I thought... I thought we were just friends. I didn't realize she felt that way about me. And when she kissed me, I was so shocked. I— I froze. I'm an idiot. I should have pushed her away immediately.”

”You should have,” you echoed, your voice breaking as you recalled that scene and it felt like someone was physically stabbing you. ”Do you have any idea how much it hurt to see that?”

Carlos stepped closer, his eyes pleading. ”I know, and I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you, Y/N. You're the only one I want to be with.”

You looked down, tears falling onto the floor. ”How do I know that, Carlos? How do I know you won't let this happen again?”

He gently took your hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring. ”Because I can’t ever go through this again. I don’t want to know what it feels like to almost lose you. I'll cut her off completely. I promise you, baby, just, anything— it will never happen again.”

You pulled your hands away, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. ”It's not just about cutting her off, Carlos. I can never get that image out of my brain now. What if you just wake up tomorrow that you didn’t get rid of her because yo— you…?”

You trailed off but Carlos understood and immediately shook his head. ”No,” he said firmly. ”I will never wake up with anyone other than you in my heart. You’re the one I love, the one I am going to live my life with.”

He didn’t let you speak as he carried on,”I understand. Trust is earned, not given. And I'll do whatever it takes to earn it back. I'll prove to you that you can trust me.”

You sighed, feeling the weight of his words. ”I want to believe you. But it's going to take time. A lot of time.”

”I know,” he said softly. ”And I'm willing to wait. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to trust me again. Just please, don't shut me out. Let me be there for you.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the genuine remorse and love in them. Despite everything, a part of you still loved him deeply. ”Okay,” you whispered. ”But you have to understand, it's going to be hard. I'm still hurt, and it's going to take a while for me to heal.”

Carlos nodded, a flicker of hope in his eyes. ”I'll be patient. I'll be here for you, no matter what. And I'll do everything I can to make it right.”

”Alright.” You nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope yourself. ”Just... don't make me regret it.”

”I won't,” Carlos stepped closer, tentatively reaching out to wipe a tear from your cheek. ”I love you, Y/N. More than anything.”

You gave him a small as you leaned into his touch, feeling a mix of emotions, ”I love you too, Carlos. That's why this hurts so much.”

He pulled you into a gentle hug, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. ”We'll get through this. Together.”

Lewis Hamilton

You paced around your apartment, the anger and hurt from the argument still fresh. The silence after the exchange with Lewis was deafening. You couldn’t believe he said those things. Your phone buzzed on the couch, but you ignored it, needing space to process.

A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. It was loud and persistent. You hesitated, hoping it wasn’t who you thought it was.

”Y/N, please open up. I need to talk to you,” Lewis’s voice came through the door, sounding desperate.

You took a deep breath and opened the door. Your boyfriend stood there, looking remorseful.

”What do you want, Lewis?” you asked, your voice cold.

”Can I come in? Please, we need to talk,” he pleaded.

You stepped aside reluctantly, letting him in. He walked into the living room, turning to face you with regret etched on his face.

”I’m sorry, Y/N,” he started, his voice soft as he ran a hand over his face. ”I didn’t mean what I said. I was frustrated— but that’s no excuse.”

”You really hurt me,” you said, crossing your arms defensively knowing you had to support yourself before you start crying again. ”And you were so fucking cruel about it!”

”I know, and I hate that I did that to you,” he replied, his eyes sincere. ”I’ve been spending too much time with her, and I’ve been blind to how it’s been affecting you— us. Affecting us.”

”Why do you keep seeing her then? If she’s just a friend, why does it feel like she’s more important than me?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

”She’s not more important than you,” he said quickly. ”I’ve let the boundaries blur, and I didn’t realize how much it was hurting you. I’m sorry.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away. This was not what you expected. You were ready for a fight, sure that Lewis would come with his own weapons out but this was undoing you.

”It’s not just about her, Lewis. It’s about us. You’ve been distant, and I feel like I’m losing you.”

Lewis nodded, looking pained and sick. ”You’re not losing me, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot, and I’ve taken you for granted. I want to fix this.”

”How?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Desperately clinging onto him to make amends because you couldn’t see any in hindsight.

”By being more present, by setting boundaries, and by showing you every day how much you mean to me,” he said, taking your hands in his. ”Please give me a chance to make this right.”

”Words aren’t enough anymore,” you said, looking down at your joined hands.

”I know,” he nodded. ”But I'm willing to go through any lengths, I’ll prove to you that you’re my priority.”

You searched his eyes, seeing the determination and regret. ”I want to trust you,” as your voice cracked, the very first tear fell down your face and Lewis immediately grabbed you as he pulled you to lay your head on his chest.

”I can’t though— I wish I could but I can't get hurt again.”

”I understand and I promise you can shoot me if I hurt you again” he said. ”I love you, Y/N. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

You leaned into his embrace, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pain. ”I love you too.” You felt him take a sigh as he held you tight against his warm body.

”And I need you to understand that my feelings are valid,” you continued as you soaked his shirt with your tears. ”When I tell you something bothers me, I need you to listen and not dismiss it.”

”I promise I’ll listen,” he said, his voice full of sincerity. ”I’ll do better because losing you would end me.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift slightly. As you stood there in your boyfriend’s arms, you realized that healing would take time but there was no one else you would rather heal with. Though only time could tell what the future held for you.

Oscar Piastri

You closed your eyes as you heard the door of your best friend's apartment being knocked on again. Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, sadness.

You replayed the messages over and over in your head, each one cutting deeper than the last as you contemplated whether letting Oscar in would be a good decision. You finally made the decision when you heard the neighbor’s lock moving.

You pulled him in before they could open their door or call the cops and finally took a look at him. He looked disheveled. His eyes were red from holding unshed tears as they glossed over once he finally took you in.

”Y/N,” Oscar started, moving towards you with open arms. ”Thanks for letting me in.”

”I almost didn't.” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep your voice steady as you stepped away from his open arms. ”But you were waking up the whole damn building.”

Oscar nodded, looking down at the ground. ”I deserve that.” You took a deep breath, desperate to get this over with.

”Why, Oscar? Why did you lie to me?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. ”I... I was scared you'd get upset. I thought if I told you the truth, you'd leave me.”

”And now?” you scoffed, your voice rising. ”You think I'm not upset now? You think lying to me makes it any better?”

He stepped closer, his eyes pleading. ”Y/N, I made a mistake. A huge mistake. But nothing happened between me and her, I swear. We were drunk, and she sat on my lap for a picture. It was stupid and irresponsible, but that's all it was.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. ”Do you have any idea how that made me feel? Seeing her on your lap after you told me she wasn't even going to be there?”

Oscar reached out to touch your arm, but you stepped back once again and his eyes brimmed with tears. ”Y/N, please. I love you. I was an idiot, but I love you. I need you to believe that.”

You wiped your eyes, trying to compose yourself. ”How can I believe you, Oscar? When I don't even know if you really want me?”

He swallowed hard, his tears finally falling out of his eyes. Oscar looked defeated as if he was fighting a battle already lost.

”Please don’t say that. You’re the only person I want. I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back. I'll never lie to you again. I'll be completely honest, even if it's something I think will hurt you. Just... please give me a chance to make it right.”

You looked at him, searching his face for any sign of deception. You saw only earnest regret and a desperate longing for forgiveness. You wanted to believe him, but the hurt was still so raw.

”I don't know if I can,” you whispered. ”You've broken my trust, Oscar. And that's not something you can just fix with words.”

He nodded slowly. ”I know. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I'll go to counseling, I'll give you access to my phone, my social media, anything you need to feel secure. Just please, don’t give up on us.”

You stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation heavy in the air. You looked around the dimly lit apartment, as you took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts.

”Okay,” you said finally. ”I’m willing to discuss this in the morning. But if you lie to me again, if you hurt me again, we're done. Do you understand?”

Oscar's face lit up with a mixture of relief and determination as his chest heaved. ”I understand. I promise you, Y/N, I'll never give you a reason to doubt me again.”

You nodded, as your lips quivered. ”I hope so. Because I don't think I can go through this again.”

He stepped closer, cautiously taking your hand. You allowed it, feeling the warmth of his touch. ”Thank you,” he said softly. ”I won't let you down.”

You stood together, still holding hands. The silence between you was different now—tentative, but with a flicker of understanding. You had a long way to go, but for the first time since those fateful messages, you felt like maybe, just maybe, not all was lost.

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more than friends, suguru geto

a/n: happy late 420...not proofread cause its 1am so bare with me if there are any mistakes 💔 content: getting high (kinda?), smut (oral, fem recieving. sex. missionary? mating press? idk what else 😭). wc: 3.6k

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you haven't seen him in two years. you had decided to go abroad to study for masters and stay there until you graduated. but your new home didn't feel like home because it didn't have him there. you've missed your friends especially suguru. he made everything feel better. you could get through anything as long as he was by your side.

between working and classes and the time difference you tried your best to stay in contact with him. he'd pick up your call any time of the day. hearing your voice was enough to make his day better. even a text from you would suffice. but when he didn't even get those, he'd be in a pissy mood. even more so when satoru would tease him "girlfriend didn't text you today, huh."

"shut up satoru. she's not my girlfriend." he fights back. oh how he wishes you were. so when you gave him the news that you were coming back he was elated. beyond elated actually. he immediately responds back asking for your flight details so he could pick you up. but you denied.

"i'll come over instead," you tell him on the phone flopping down on the couch with a smile you couldn't wipe off. you were thrilled at the prospect of being in his company once more. "i don't want our first meeting after two years to be in my airport clothes," you giggle. and he hums in thought. "okay, sweet cheeks. i'll see you then," and you could hear the joy in his voice as he hangs up the phone.

as your on your way to the airport you recieve a text from suguru.

⁞ suguru: change of plans, satoru's throwing a party, so we'll meet there. or do you wanna meet before and go over to his place?

⁞ you: why's satoru throwing a party?

↳ ⁞ suguru: because he's satoru.

↳ ⁞ you: makes sense.

⁞ you: don't think we'll be able to meet before the party. plane lands at 8 😿

↳ ⁞ suguru: i'll see you at the party then. have a safe flight, sweet cheeks 😸

as soon as you land, you grab a taxi and make your way to the hotel. you take a quick shower and change into a creamy ivory dress that hugs your body with thick straps adorning your shoulder. you take a look in the mirror before leaving and your cheeks are flushed at the thought of finally seeing him. luckily, satoru's location isn't too far from where you're staying so you grab a coat and walk to his place.

you buzz the doorbell once and then twice before satoru's presence graces you. he shouts your name in excitement and pulls you in for a tight long hug. as you hug him back you can't help but notice the smell of alchol and weed coming from inside.

he pulls back for a moment to admire you "i missed you," he murmurs as he places a sweet kiss on your forehead and hugs you once more. "missed you too satoru," you giggle trying to not get emotional.

"there's someone else who's missed you more than me though," he nudges your shoulder. "where is he?" you ask him. "come on," he shuts the door behind you but his penthouse is dark as you move in. he grabs your hand and pulls you in further. he flicks the light switch and you're met with a crowd yelling "surprise!"

you jump back and let out a laugh in shock. squealing as your closest friends make their way towards you. they all take turns hugging you and you're a blushing mess as he finally emerges from the crowd and comes over to you.

"hey," everything and everyone melts in the background. all you can see is him. his hair is longer as it drapes over his shoulder. his skin is covered in light facial hair. he seems taller. broader even. his eyes do a quick once over your figure.

"hi," you whisper feeling shy under his gaze. "no hug for me?" he teases. you laugh as you pull him in and he moves down to hug your shorter frame. your eyes close involuntarily as you hug him tight. you can feel the muscles he’s grown under his dress shirt. unable to control himself his nose pokes into your neck as he feels the familiarity of your smell wash over him. a mix of honey and cocoa butter. home sweet home, he thinks.

you finally break the hug and you feel everyone's gaze on the two of you. sure the two of you were not dating, but everyone knew you wanted each other. the tension between you two could be cut with a knife. you clear your throat as you look around, feeling a little awkward. it was so much easier when you talked on the phone, you think to yourself.

"want a drink?" he asks bringing you out of your thoughts. "yes, please."

"a margarita," you say together. "i remember," he smiles.

your social battery starts to drain as the night goes on and your friends ask you a ton of questions about your two yesrs abroad. suguru's leaning on a wall as he chats with nanami. his eyes kept finding their way back to you and yours to his. you looked an angel in the midst of everyone. all he could see was how the light on you shines brighter than everyone else.

"help me," you mouth to him when his eyes meet yours. he pushes off the wall and makes his way over to you, "excuse me everybody," he enunciates and breaks the circle of people surrounding you. "i think our guest is tired from her long flight, so i'm going to drop her off," he annouces as he grabs your hand.

you're not sure if its the little bit of alcholic coursing through you but his touch feels electric. a blush creeps up your neck as you he grabs your hand and pulls you through "you're just saying that because you want her all to your self." shoko speaks up. you chuckle as he rolls his eyes as he makes a face at shoko.

"want the last brownie?" satoru offers with a sly grin as you reach the door. "sure, im starving". you say. "aw shucks there's only one left," satoru fake pouts. "i'm good," suguru comments.

you break it in half and offer it to suguru "no, it's okay." he says but you push the half into his hand anyway. satoru gives you a quick hug and whispers "it's an edible". you gasp and pull away. "SATORU GOJO! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT BEFORE I ATE IT." you almost scream with annoyance.

"it's not strong, don't worry." he puts his hand up in defense. "it's an edible," you turn to suguru frustrated. "satoru, what the fuck?" suguru sighs. "you both seem nervous, it'll just help you feel better. plus it doesn't even have the same effect since you both halved it."

an annoyed pout makes it way on your face and suguru punches satoru in the arm in your defence. "you fucked up her mood, dipshit." however that stupid smile doesn't leave satoru's face, "you'll thank me later." he says as he bids you both goodbye.

"you've never had an edible before," suguru asks as you both walk out of the building. "no, how does it feel like?" you huff. "well it depends on the person. it could make you feel happy, hungry, sleepy, peaceful, or even horny. heh. but don't worry. i don't think it'll have the same effect on us cause we didn't take that much." he side eyes you.

you continue walking with a bit of distance between the two of you. it wasn’t like that before you purse your lips in thought. "look," he points. "it's your favorite." your eyes follow where he's pointing and you spot a stall selling yakitori. "wanna get some?" he offers. "yessss, please" you chirp excitedly. you sit on a bench across the stall as suguru grabs you a plate and two water bottles. "to sober up," he says as he places them near you.

you quickly down two sticks and suguru stares at you in quiet amazement. he couldn't believe you were here. sitting next to him and eating yakitori so joyfully. "you look beautiful," the words flow out of his mouth before he can stop himself. you choke on a bite as his words catch you off guard. "woah," he chuckles quietly as you cough multiple times and gain back your composure. "note to self to not compliment you while you're eating or i could end up killing you," he jokes making you laugh. "shut up," you meek out through your fit of laughter.

you turn on your side to face him, "you look really... really..." you're at a loss for words. "wow, thanks for the compliment sweet cheeks," he mocks. "nooo, you just look really really good, can't think of enough words. it's the weed making my brain fuzzy." and he guffaws.

"that's not how it works..."

"does so,"

"no it doesn't"

"how would you know?"

"it's only been thirty minutes... it needs an hour to take effect."

"maybe this one's just more powerful," you argue back with a cute scowl.

"whatever you say dummy," he smiles as he pats your head and stands up to throw the plates.

you walk side by side and with every step he moves in closer. your pinkies tangle with each other and he takes it as his sign to intertwine your hands. his hand grasping yours has a sensation build deep in your stomach. his thumb moves over the back of your hand in a soothing manner and a need for something more alerts in your brain.

"i really missed you," you break the silence as you near your hotel. he turns his face to meet your gaze, "i missed you, too”.

you stop walking and face each other. a smile creeps up his face. "what?" you squint at him. "can i kiss you?" you knew the question was coming but you're still taken aback. "yes,” you snicker.

his lips capture yours as soon the words are out of your mouth. the kiss is soft and sweet like holding a petal in your hand. your plush lips in between his. and it feels just like he thought it would. your hand moves over his shoulders pulling him in closer. he hums into your mouth as he pushes you to a wall. his tongue licks over your lips asking for permission and you part them. his tongue traces over yours trying to memorize the way your first kiss feels, the way you taste of alcohol and street food. so perfectly you.

he pulls back and you're both breathing heavily. a carnal need evident in both your eyes. "come on," you grasp his hand and lead him inside the hotel and to the elevator. his arms snake around your waist and he peppers your neck in kisses. the elevator dings and you quickly move in.

as soon as the elevator door closes his hands are on you pulling you in closer and moving his lips over your neck and collarbones. a kiss on your throat as he brings his lips up to yours. his hand moves up under your jaw, his finger brushing your cheek softly as he kisses you harder now and you whine into his mouth.

the elevator opens on your floor and you push him away stopping his lingering hands from making its way to your panties. you giggle as you walk backwards to your room, the sound echoing off the walls of the hallway. he follows with a smile plastered over his face. his heart swells with love for you just as a flower blooms after a rainy day.

you open the door and slip in and he locks the door behind him. your elbows support your body as you lean back on the bed with your feet crossed and dangling in front him.

he tries to move in close but you stop him with your heel pressing into his chest. your dress moves higher and his breath hitches as he notices your white lace panties. his hand wraps around your leg and fingers lightly scratch your thigh. he undoes the straps of your heels and presses a kiss on your ankle as he puts it down and gets on his knees. he removes the heels off of your second foot.

and peppers your legs with kisses. his eyes on you the entire time. his hands slide further up your legs and under your dress. "suguru," you whisper. "yes, baby," he hums grinning at your neediness when you pull him in closer with your legs.

"don't tease," you sneer at him. he chuckles in return, "did the guys back there not keep you satisfied?"

"did the girls here not keep you satisfied, suguru?" you tilt your head and the way you purr his name has blood rushing to his dick. he shakes his head, "no one comes close to you". he holds your eyes "no one ever will".

your cheeks heat up from the way he eyes you and you look away. "now now.." he grabs your chin, "give me a kiss and i'll make you feel incredible." you lean in and give him a long kiss. your hands hold his face as you suck his tongue into your mouth and he buckles forward with a whimper. you pull back with a smug smile.

he grabs your legs and puts them over his shoulders getting comfortable between your legs. his mouth colors your thighs in red bite marks. his gaze is unwavering as his mouth moves closer to where you need him. he pokes out his tongue and closes his eyes, letting out a groan "so wet, sweet cheeks".

he licks a stripe over your panties and hums at the light taste that runs over his tongue. he licks a few more times and then sucks over the spot where you clit is. giving it a peck once he pulls back and slides your panties off your legs quickly. he takes a moment admiring his view, your pussy glistening all because of him. he grows harder at the thought and whines as he brings his mouth to your core once more.

his tongue moves over your outer folds first and then he slowly licks on your inner folds. you hiss when his tongue makes contact with your clit. "she's sensitive huh?" he speaks referring to your pussy.

he licks your clit a few times before he sucks it in his mouth. he eases a finger into your hole at the same time. "she's greedy, look at how she's clenching around my finger," he chuckles under his breath.

your hands tangle in his hair as you mewl and buck your hips into his mouth, "ya gettin close, sweetness?" he asks sweetly moving his finger in and out of you at quick pace. "mhm," you hum in reply - not able to say much. his second hand makes its up way your body, palming your boobs over your dress. and his tongue moves in circle over your nub, bringing you closer to the edge.

"sugu-" you breathe heavily tipping your head back. he keeps sucking on your clit, his tongue teasing it every few minutes. meanwhile his finger rubs against that soft spot in you and loud moans spill out of you as you cum in his mouth.

he pulls back and moves his finger out of your cunt and into your mouth. your lips wrap around his finger tasting yourself. you hold his wrist in place as you bob your head slightly. his breath hitches at the scene. he tugs you downwards with his finger in your mouth.

you let go of his finger in your mouth and move into his lap. he grabs your face and kisses you him messily. all teeth and tongue. you pull back from the kiss spit connecting your lips. you undo the buttons of his shirt and his lips move over your neck. he wraps a hand around your throat tipping it up as he leaves kisses all over and licks a strip up to your ear lobe. a chill runs over you and you let out a whimper at his actions. he bites your ear lobe and then soothes it with his tongue.

his hands move under your ass squeezing at the flesh as he picks you up and drops you in the middle of the bed. he pulls off his unbuttoned shirt and slowly pulls off his pants and boxers, making a show of it. your mouth waters at his length as it spring up and hits his abdomen.

you reach out a hand and he grabs it pushing it by your head as he settles above you. you pull off the starps of your dress and he tugs it down your body until your nude frame comes into view. his mouth drops at the sight. "gorgeous fuckin body, gorgeous face, gorgeous girl. my girl?" he tilts his head slightly as if questioning you.

you titter "yes suguru, your girl." you confirm and the smile he gives as your heart melting. it reaches his eyes twinkling and lighting up his entire face. you spread your legs so he can settle between them. he pushes your hair back and pecks your lips once and then your cheeks, nose — showering your face in kisses making you smile until you break out in a laugh.

you maintain eye contact as your hand wraps around his dick and he gulps hard as your thumb rubs over his slit gathering his pre cum. your ringed fingers moving up and down his length, applying just the right amount of pressure without him having to guide you. so perfect for him, he thinks. "slow down," he whines. "gonna make me cum, if you keep going".

you guide it to your aching hole. "no condom. are you sure?" he asks sincerly. "i'm clean and on the pill" you hum. "im clean too," he beams. he pecks you once more before he pushes in slowly.

you both hold your breath until he pushes in half way. "can you take more?" he checks in with you. "yeah just give me a minute," you ask trying to adjust to his girth. "take your time, sweet stuff," he kisses your cheek.

"go ahead," you tell him after a few minutes and he pushes in completely, both of you whining in tandem. "fuck," his voice drops an octave.

he starts moving slowly. his tip pushes right against your g-spot. your walls snug around him. he drops his head into your neck. breathing heavily. your arms wrap around his back scratching lightly at the way he was making you feel. he picks up the pace after a while, moving all the way out with just his tip in and you moan at the loss of being full by him.

"suguru," you cry. "shh," he quickly shuts down your protests, rubbing your cheek as he pushes in harder nudging his cockhaed against your g spot making your eyes roll back. he pulls your legs up to his shoulder and the angle has you feel him deeper. he starts moving faster "feel so good, baby. can't believe, been missing out on this for so long." he whines, kissing your calf.

he starts thrusting at a toe curling pace. alternating between slow and hard, fast and soft — driving you insane. he rubs his thumb over your clit, making you reach your high. the sounds of your wet cunt and his hard thrusts are loud and can probably be heard by anyone passing your room. if this was anyone else, you would've probably not made a single sound but with suguru... you can't help but be loud.

"what a messy cunt you've got sweetness. just sucking me in so eagerly." he pushes your legs up to your chest fucking you faster. "tch tch" he tuts patting your cheek, when you shut your eyes from the simulation. "eyes on me". you nod. "how does it feel baby?" he asks.

"incredible," you whimper. he holds eye contact as he brings your legs down to wrap around him and he moves closer to you. breathing in synch. chest to chest. skin to skin.

if you tried hard enough you could feel his heart beating to the syllable of your name. "i've missed you so much," he whispers. his lips captures yours and you whine into his mouth. his tongue dances with yours. his thumb on your clit moves at an unwavering pace bringing you closer to the edge. you bite his lower lip as the band in your stomach snaps and you cum with a moan of his name. he follows suit chanting your name like a mantra.

he looks into your eyes once you both come down from your highs and all you could see was the love you had for each other reflected back. you stay like that for a while, a smile on both your faces. despite the fact that you had been apart for two years, your ability to understand each other remained unchanged as you gaze into each other's eye having an entire conversation without speaking. the distance and time only made your relationship stronger.

"so, weed makes you horny huh?" he breaks the silence. and you both bust out laughing.

a/n: i honestly dont know how i feel about this one but i hope you like it :). reblogs, likes, and comments are highly appreciated!

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Tony....please make me an angsty-romantic, JO or JO character x Fem!Reader one shot! You decide who it fits more. With a good ending, please!

I'm currently listening to Waves by Calpurnia.... this song is so mesmerizing.

My request would be based on that, but it's okay if you don't want to do it!

Hope you are eating well, Thank you so much!

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HOLD ON

Jenna Ortega x Gn!Reader

Summary: “I don’t want to die.”

Warnings: Cancer, gunshot, blood, violence, and let me know if there’s anymore.

A/N: thank you so much for this request anon! i hope you enjoy, although im not very good at angst 💔

Jenna’s not famous in this & also! this was heavily inspired by jbs music video !!

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$13,892, the minimum amount the doctors told you Jenna's treatment would be. $14,283, the amount you were quoted by a second hospital for the same treatment.

The problem? Jenna has no insurance.

Jenna has no insurance, and you have no money. You saw the look on your girlfriend's face when you were given these estimates, and you knew she practically gave up right then and there. You promised Jenna you would find a way to cover the cost, no matter what it took. But you have no idea where to begin.

That was three weeks ago.

Jenna was your best friend, your companion, and your girlfriend, and you can't bear to see her suffer without the treatment she needs. But with only two months until the deadline, you still have no idea how you'll ever be able to afford the medical attention she needs.

You sit on the floor of your bedroom, your back against your bed frame, and a hand covers your face. You take a deep breath, but it does little to soothe the tightness in your chest. You feel lost, helpless, and hopeless.

But you know one thing for sure: No matter what happens, you'll do anything and everything you can to help Jenna.

Jenna stirs in her sleep, awaking you from your thoughts. You quickly wipe away a tear before she opens her eyes. You know that you have to stay strong for her, no matter how overwhelmed you may feel.

When she opens her eyes and looks around, her gaze finally meets yours. Her smile is weak, and you can see the pain behind her eyes. She holds her hand out to you, and you quickly take it, kissing it softly and pressing her palm against your cheek.

"Good morning." She says, her voice raspy from lack of use.

"Hi." You reply, leaning forward and kissing her lips gently. Jenna's lips are cold and dry, a stark contrast to the warmth of her hand in yours. You try not to think about how much pain she's in.

"What are you doing sitting on the floor?" She asks you, her eyes searching yours for an answer. You smile softly, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "I wanted to be closer to you." Jenna's eyes soften, and a small, grateful smile tugs at the corners of her lips.

But it soon fades away, replaced by a look of sadness. "You should get some sleep," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I know you've been up for hours."

You feel a lump form in your throat, knowing that she's trying to protect you even in her own pain. "I can't." You admit.

"I'm okay." She mutters, but you know she isn't. She can barely move her left arm. Her breathing is labored, and she's so pale, it's like she's lost all her color.

"You're not okay."

"No." She agrees, looking down at her hands. "But I will be. Please, Y/N, get some rest. I'll still be here when you wake up." You finally relent, knowing that she's right. You lean in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead before climbing into the bed next to her.

"I'm scared." She admits it quietly.

"I am too." You tell her, pulling her close. "I promise I'll be here for you every step of the way," you whisper, feeling her body relax against yours. "We'll get through this together."

With those words, she closes her eyes, finding tranquility in your presence as you both drift off to sleep, holding onto each other tightly.

Your dreams have been the same for a few days, almost as if you were reliving your life with Jenna. The memories are always happy, and they help distract you from the reality of the situation.

You dream about the day you met her. It was on the late afternoon on a beach in Los Angeles, with the waves going back and the sun rising and falling. You were just wandering along the shore, looking at the scenery and the people.

She was sitting on a large rock, looking out over the ocean, her feet in the water, and the sand beneath her. You remember seeing her from a distance and being immediately drawn to her.

So, you walked towards her, not knowing what you were going to say, or what you were even going to do. "Can I help you?" She asked, turning her head and giving you a smile.

You felt a rush of nerves as you approached her; she was gorgeous, and her smile was captivating.

That wasn't the only day you spent together. Every weekend, you would meet on that beach. Sometimes, you would go out for dinner, and sometimes you would just spend the whole day together.

But now, it was hard for Jenna to leave the apartment, let alone walk on the beach.

You had been dating for three years, and now she was in your apartment, her illness was getting worse, and your money was running low. You were struggling to balance taking care of her and working long hours to pay for her medical bills.

Another week had passed. Jenna had gotten worse, the chemotherapy was taking a toll on her body, and the medical bills were piling up faster than you could keep up with.

You were barely making enough to cover her medication and hospital costs, and the stress was beginning to affect you. You had been working nonstop, barely getting any sleep, and you were starting to feel run down.

You were losing hope. The deadline was only a month away, and you had no idea how you would manage to come up with the money. You had tried everything, but nothing seemed to be working.

Jenna was fading away right in front of your eyes, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

You couldn't bear the thought of losing her. She was the love of your life—the one person who made you feel alive. She had been the only person to truly understand you, and the thought of losing her was like a dagger in your heart.

You were sitting in your garage , surrounded by all the tools and equipment you had collected over the years. Your eyes fell on an orange plastic gun sitting on a workbench, gathering dust. It was a toy gun that Jenna had given you as a joke, but now it could be the key to your plan.

You picked it up along with a can of black spray paint, determined to do whatever it took to save Jenna. You carefully painted the gun, and once it dried, you tucked it into your waistband.

Jenna's last words before she was admitted to the hospital echoed in your mind.

I don't want to die.

It was a cold, rainy night. You were dressed in all black, the orange toy gun was tucked into the pocket of your hoodie, and your motorcycle helmet was securely fastened under your arm. Your hands were shaking as you gripped the gun. You were nervous, and you knew the consequences of what you were about to do.

But you couldn't let fear stop you. Jenna's life was on the line, and you were willing to do whatever it took to save her, even if it meant risking everything. With a deep breath, you stepped toward the bank teller, sliding her a note demanding the money and making it clear that you were armed.

The teller looked at you in shock but quickly complied with your demands, giving you the money. You quickly stuffed it into a bag, keeping the plastic gun hidden in your pocket as you quickly walked toward the back exit where your bike was parked.

Suddenly, an alarm rang out , causing panic to erupt in the bank. The security guard sprang into action, blocking your path to the exit. With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you shoved him into a nearby table and made a run for it, jumping onto your bike and speeding away as police sirens wailed behind you, knowing that you had to escape quickly before they caught up to you.

You weaved through traffic, trying your hardest to escape from the multiple police cars chasing after you, their sirens blaring. It was a dark and stormy night, and you were driving through the streets of the city, the rain pouring down heavily. Your hands were shaking, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

Abruptly, a car pulled out in front of you, causing you to slam on the brakes. You looked around and realized you were surrounded by police cars with no way out. The officers approached with their guns drawn, ordering you to put your hands in the air.

Your hands stayed on the handles, the gun pressed against your leg, and a lump formed in your throat. There was no way out. You were trapped, and there was no way you would escape.

A shot rang out, causing you to flinch and close your eyes in fear. When you opened your eyes, there was blood seeping through your hoodie, and you felt a sharp pain in your side. You never really understood the meaning of flight or fight until that moment, but now it was clear - you had to fight for your life.

Your survival instincts kicked in, and you made a split-second decision to make a run for it, ignoring the pain and speeding past the officers. The sound of gunfire echoed in your ears as you accelerated towards the familiar streets you had taken nearly hundreds of times.

Your bike sputtered to a stop as you reached your destination, sirens getting closer and closer. You stumbled off the bike and ran through the hallways of the distinct building, clutching your bleeding side and pushing past startled onlookers.

You could see Jenna's room number at the end of the hallway, and you knew you had to reach her before it was too late. You burst into the room, and relief flooded your body when you saw her sleeping peacefully.

"Y/N?" She whispered, slowly opening her eyes. Her voice was weaker than ever, and her skin was pale.

You rushed to her side, tears streaming down your face as you laid your head on her shoulder. "I'm here, Jenna," you choked out, holding her hand tightly. "I love you."

Jenna weakly squeezed your hand, her head slowly turning to the doorway where the police stood, waiting to take you away. "I love you too," she said softly, her eyes filled with tears.

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The sun to me

Chapter XII. The Cut.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader

word count: 2.2k

chapter summary: a heart breaks quietly, leaving scars deep inside.

warnings: brief description of love making, sad chapter

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💔 Dicentra - also known as bleeding heart flower, symbol for pain and sorrow that comes with heartbreak.

Hyunjin's standing on the pier, phone clutched in his hand once again.

Only this time, there is no wild wind and dancing waves, no smell of rain, no storm or black clouds anywhere in sight.

It's almost eerily calm and quiet under the warm sun, the summer months slowly rolling in.

Hyunjin feels his forehead with his fingertips, a thin sheen of sweat covers his skin and he wipes it with his sleeve.

Taking a deep breath in, he turns on his phone.

He's instantly bombarded with messages and more missed calls, mostly from Charlie again and he decides to stop stalling, finally pressing his finger on the phone icon.

"Hwang Hyunjin."- Charlie's voice is menacing.

"I'm sorry?"- Hyunjin grimaces.

"I expect to see you back with a new exhibition as early as tomorrow."

"Alright."

"Alright?"- Charlie asks with doubt in his voice. "No more 'I need to find myself', 'my life is sad', etc.?"

"I found what I was looking for. You'll see me tomorrow."- Hyunjin answers coldly.

"Okay then. Looking forward to your new work."

"Sure."- Hyunjin hangs up.

His heart feels heavy as he stares at his phone.

The dreadful feeling that he came here with, the one you helped alleviate, together with the kind people of the island who had welcomed him with arms wide open, is looming above him once again like the hot sun, threatening to burn him and leave scars on his skin that has just been healed by your loving touch.

Hyunjin barely makes his way to your flower shop, feet dragging and stalling as much as he can, as he kicks a little rock he came across on the way there.

Lovely as ever, you stand behind the counter, tending to your precious flowers, with a small smile on your face.

Hyunjin swallows as he sees you, he's been trying to tell you for days that he'll call Charlie and have to leave, but every time you smiled at him, he just didn't have the heart to bring you down and see your beautiful smile turn sad.

"Jinnie!"- you beam as you notice him walking in.

"Hey, my love."- Hyunjin forces a smile as you round the counter to pull him into a hug.

He holds onto you tightly, and you sense something's wrong with the way he's clinging onto you, hands silently and desperately pleading for you not to move.

"Jinnie?"- you say quietly, playing with a lock of his hair, twirling it around your finger.

"I'm sorry."- he says suddenly, his arms tightening around you.

"For what, lover?"- you ask, a sense of dread creeping up inside your heart.

Hyunjin leans back and looks at you with a sad smile.

"I have to leave."- he says, his voice breaking a little.

"It's okay. I knew this day would come."- you swallow the tears that are already threatening to spill.

"But it's not forever! I would never leave you, y/n. I just need to get my manager off my back and take care of some things and then I'll return to you."

"You promise?"- your lips tremble.

"I promise and swear on my life. Would you- would you consider letting me move in with you when I come back?"- Hyunjin asks, hands shivering as he holds onto yours.

"You wanna move in with me?"- you chuckle, the dread slowly disappearing.

"Yeah, I wanna share my life with you. I'd just have to travel to tend to my gallery from time to time and you can come with me too! Have Catherine or Barbara look after your garden for a few days?"- Hyunjin looks at you hopefully.

"Oh, Jinnie. I wanna share my life with you too. And I like the sound of that."- you say, but still there are tears in your eyes. "But, I'll miss you."

Tears spill down your cheeks as soon as you say it and Hyunjin's heart breaks a little.

"Please don't cry, my flower. If you cry, I will start crying too. It's gonna be okay, we can get through this, yeah?"- his hands cup your face and he's quick to catch your tears.

"I can't hold it in. I got used to having you here every day."- you sniffle.

"I know, me too. I don't ever wanna go back to the city, I don't wanna feel like the person I was before because that's not who I am anymore, not since you love me. No one has made me happy like you did. You're everything to me y/n, and I don't think I can survive without your love."- Hyunjin's eyes glisten with tears.

"You're everything to me too, Jinnie. I never felt so safe with anyone in my life. No one has ever showed me such tender love like you did, and I never want to lose that."

"You won't, I promise."- he says as you clutch onto each other, both of your cheeks wet.

"When do you have to leave?"- you whisper.

"Tomorrow."- he says, and another tear races down your cheek.

"When will you be back?"

"As soon as I can, my love."- he promises.

"I love you, Jinnie."

"I love you, my muse."- he smiles through his tears before kissing you passionately, both of you shaking and grabbing at each other.

"I'm gonna go pack up at Isaac's and then we can spend what time I have left before I have to leave together."

"Okay."- you nod and he kisses you.

Your heart hurts as he turns and leaves, hurried steps out the door just so he can get everything done as quickly as possible and come back to you soon.

Isaac arrives home from his walk to find Hyunjin's suitcase by the door.

A sinking feeling washes over the man as he makes his way to his studio, clanking sounds and frustrating groans ringing from the room.

"Hyunjin?"- the man peeks in from the door.

"Oh, Isaac."- Hyunjin jolts, his hand on his chest.

"Are you leaving?"

"I have to return to the city. But I'll be back. I'm packing, gonna take these paintings back to the city for my exhibition."

"And y/n?"

"I'm gonna go to her after I pack."

"How's she taking it?"- Isaac asks, joining Hyunjin to help him with packing.

"Well, we're both heartbroken... I'm going to miss her so much. Just the thought of being in the cold city without her warm embrace chills me to my bones."- Hyunjin sighs.

"Hopefully you won't take long. She'll wait for you, though."

"You really think so?"

"I know so."- Isaac smiles and hands Hyunjin the last painting all wrapped up.

"I just wanna thank you for helping me settle in, teaching me how to whittle and overall paying attention to me and talking to me. Your words left a big impact and helped me find my way."- Hyunjin says as he makes his way to the door.

"Oh nonsense! Thank you for making my long days a bit less lonely. You're like a son to me, Hyunjin. Besides, this isn't goodbye, you'll be back before you know it!"- Isaac pats his shoulder.

Hyunjin smiles and pulls the man into a hug, catching him a little off-guard.

Isaac lets out a warm chuckle, returning the hug and patting Hyunjin's back.

"Good luck, my son."

"Thanks, Isaac."

Isaac stands on the doorway with a melancholic smile, staring after Hyunjin's frame clumsily balancing everything he packed up, hoping that even if the city's lights shine bright, they don't blind Hyunjin to what he has found here.

Hyunjin barely manages to carry everything as he slowly makes his way to your house.

The streets now familiar, he's walked through them a thousand times, going up and down to Isaac's house, the spot where you stood in the rain as a silent confession of love danced between you.

The restaurant comes into view, the good people that have fed him, Catherine and Bennet, the spot where you sat together, sharing food, wine and laughter.

Hyunjin feels as if someone has put their hands around his heart and squeezed, taking his breath away and leaving him bleeding.

"Hyun!"- a voice breaks him out of his thoughts.

"Ben!"- Hyunjin notices Bennet smoking in front of the restaurant, Luna playing not too far away from him.

"What's with all the stuff? Are you moving to y/n's?"- Bennet jokes, a puff of smoke leaving his lips.

"I wish."- Hyunjin gives him a small smile. "Actually, I'm leaving but I'll be back."

Luna lifts her head up and reads Hyunjin's lips.

"You're going back to the city?"

"Only temporary."- Hyunjin answers.

Luna gets up and timidly makes her way to him.

"Oh, I hope you come back quickly."- Bennet smiles as Luna reaches her hands towards Hyunjin.

He lets out a chuckle as he puts down his paintings and leans to her level, her little arms wrapping around his neck. Hyunjin hugs her, caressing her head, his heart is squeezed once again.

Luna leans back with a giggle before she runs off back to the spot she was playing at.

"Have a safe trip, Hyun!"- Bennet waves as Hyunjin starts to leave.

"Thank you! See you soon."- he waves back.

Hyunjin hurriedly makes his way to you and as you open the door and see him with all his stuff there, your tears threaten to spill again.

You let him in and he leaves everything by the door only to embrace you instantly, his lips pressing kisses everywhere on your face.

"Jinnie."- you giggle as he keeps attacking you with his kisses.

"My flower."- he looks at you before kissing your lips gently, like it's the first time you shared a kiss, delicate like he's afraid he'll break you.

You spend the evening cuddling in bed, never moving away from each other.

"I'm bringing paintings of the island, your flowers and you with me. I'm gonna do an exhibition based on our love story."- he smiles. "All the symbolisms of flowers that you taught me, I will arrange them together in a meaningful order. Does that sound good?"

"Good? Jinnie, that's so sweet and romantic."- you swoon and he lets out a giggle.

"It's an exhibition for you, my muse. You've brought back my love for painting and made it grow even more. I could paint you forever and my hand would never get tired."- Hyunjin says as he caresses your face.

"I don't think there's enough paint for that."- you joke and he chuckles. "Hey, what about that nude painting of me? Are you gonna use that in your exhibition?"- you add with a teasing smile, your cheeks rosy.

"Oh no. That's for my eyes only."- Hyunjin smirks.

"You can keep it here. I'll be back anyways."- he adds.

"I know."- you smile.

He kisses you slowly, lovingly, before it gets increasingly more desperate and heated, your hands roaming under his shirt and Hyunjin groans against your lips.

"Make love to me, Jinnie."- you whisper.

"Yes, my flower."- he whimpers.

The starry sky covers you gently as you spend the night kissing, loving, touching, worshipping, entwined together in the beautiful intimate dance of two people in love.

Your bodies are wet against one other's as Hyunjin's buried deep inside you, whispering words of love into each other's skin, your cheeks are wet too, tears mixing together into an ocean as you press them against each other's, never wanting to let go.

Fingertips leave bruises blossoming on the skin, carving a visible proof of passion into you, you move like the sea in an increasing rhythm, the tide rises and reaches crescendo as you spill onto each other, hearts bleeding as they know tomorrow they will have to part.

With a promise that you'll write to each other or try using one of the two home phones on the island to call Hyunjin, you watch his back as he gets on the ship.

Tears are overflowing from your eyes, hands fisting at your dress in despair, legs begging you to run after him and join him, wherever he may go.

But you stay put in place where you have already grown roots and Hyunjin's beautiful smiling face gets further and further away as he waves taking away your heart with him.

He watches your figure get smaller and disappear behind the azure of the sea and the gold of the sun, the two bleeding into each other like you did the night before.

He knows he'll be back, but until then he has left his heart behind in your kind hands for you too keep safe.

And when he returns to his cold apartment in the late night, Hyunjin's hit with melancholy and his tears get stuck behind his tired eyelids, the cold apartment reminding him of the chilling loneliness he felt before you shined your warmth on his soul.

He doesn't even bother unpacking as he goes straight to the shower and then to his cold empty bed, hoping that when he wakes up in the morning this will all be a dream and you'll be there to kiss him and start his day with your warmth.

Hyunjin sleeps in nightmares, and you don't even sleep, hugging his cardigan that was left behind as you look at the stars you once counted with him.

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[erosmutt]

POOKIE POOKIE POOKIE

OMG SO I JUST HAD THIS THOUGHT, READER GETTING JEALOUS AT DAD HAYDEN BECAUSE HE FUCKED HER MOM (OBVIOUSLY) TO HAVE HER SO THEN HE DOES IT TO HER IDKKK

OUFHAWFRIOHVPEQW98RIO

I LOVE YOU IM GOING IMSAME

lord have mercy this is such a delicious ask. i had to let it marinate, that's why it sat for so long. i need him man I NEED HIM.

cw ★ incest, dad!hayden, barely legal reader, hay is 43, use of kiddo in a sexual way, bad writing bc I'm on my phone plz bear w me 💔

"c'mon kiddo, what's the matter? you've been a brat all day." hayden sighs, large hands coming to rest on your shoulders as you pat your face dry. you shrug him off then toss the face towel off to the side, not caring where it landed. he frowns. "i didn't raise you like this, where is this coming from?"

he follows you to your room, crossing his arms and standing in front of you as you plop down on your bed, round ass jiggling with the movement, which wasn't lost on him. he crawls on top of you from behind, resting his heavy ass body on yours, making you grunt. "dad, get offa me!" you wheeze. "shush, you're fine." he grins, nuzzling his cheek against your hair. "now tell me what the problem is." oh, the way he's pressed into you...

with a heavy sigh, you settle into the bed. "i hate how she looks at you. the way she touches you, it's just.. ugh!" hayden tilts his head a bit, fingers gently toying with your tresses. "who? i don't have a mistress or anything." he chuckles. "mom!" you whine. he blinks. "baby.. you're jealous of your mom?"

"i know 's bad, okay? but i can't help it. just- she's so touchy." hayden blinks again. "she's my wife, baby. what, you upset? want me to touch you like i touch her?" he gets up off you and has you turn onto your back. you nod, arms stretched out. "yeah, please, dad." he opens your legs and puts himself between them. "yeah? wan' dad to fuck you like he fucks your mama? hips up,"

he tugs your shorts off and smiles at the sight of you having gone commando. "what a cutie," hayden murmurs, hands working to untie the drawstrings of his sweats. he takes them off and strokes his cock. "gonna make sure you're feeling good, no more being upset with mom, 'kay?" you pout, arching your back with anticipation. "I'll try..."

Hayden teases your slit with his tip before pushing in, groaning as he bottoms out. "fuck me... like mother like daughter," he chuckles before leaning down and holding your hands, lacing your fingers. "fucking you just like I do your mom, both of you 're such pretty girls."

you turn your head to look out into the hallway, and he turns your face back to him. "she's out with her friends baby, we've got the whole house to ourselves. focus on me, let dad make you feel good, kiddo."

[luviwon]

do you accept links? i was inspired by a tweet someone claimed for sunoo for the visualization but another sunwon hard thought i always have is one of them overhearing and spying on you with the other before he fucks you next while you're overstimulated and nearly worn out 💔 usually woni, your not-quite-confirmed bf, finger fucking you in the hallway, only caring enough to have checked nobody was in most of the apartment, his horniness taking precedence over caution, kissing you against the nearest door as soon as you get barely 20 steps inside, his hands fondling every inch of you reminiscent of the taxi ride over; the ride he already had his hand covertly tucked between your legs, having shared a low whisper in your ear telling you "it's okay, just focus on being quiet like that. even if you don't finish on my hand, i'll make sure you finish on my cock at home, don't worry." with a voice as sweet and smooth as warm honey. jungwon would then rub his thumbs in circles on your waist before slipping a hand under your skirt, fingers finding new refuge rubbing against the slick covered cunt inside your panties. it was only when you loudly moaned that it would confirm for sunoo, who was in his own room, what was going on. he was in the middle of a game with his headphones on, which is why he didn't hear jungwon call out for anyone else around when you both arrived. sunoo, who was now listening to every mewl that escaped your lips as jungwon fingered you not with just one, but now two fingers against his bedroom door.

jungwon always struck me as a dirty talker, a very flirty and filthy tease, not afraid of asking you the most embarrassing questions right in the middle of easing out the most soul wrenching orgasm out of you as possible. he'd repeatedly ask if you "like it" knowing by every contraction around his fingers that you surely do, knowing that it's hard to respond when all you can do is drool and nod hurriedly only because he stops moving his fingers and stares at you with those piecing eyes until you respond, "is something wrong? are you tapping out here?" he'd ask coyly, because at this point you both know if he stops you'd only be denied another orgasm. that's why all you can do is moan once again when he acknowledges your nods and gives you his signature smile, praising how good you are for him while licking along your neck, his fingers pumping faster, a third intentionally rubbing against your asshole while his thumb harshly pushed against your clit. his tongue still lapping along your neck, he was tasting your sweat and letting you know what he thought of the taste. "so sweet." he says against your skin, barely audible, and you can feel his lips curl into a smile before he licks again, a weak bite more akin to a suckle bringing a brisk sense of pain to the very same spot. you'd have no choice but to cum then, jungwon still fingering you, scissoring inside your cunt while his hand became drenched in your fluids, ignoring attending to his own painfully hard cock but not oblivious to the fact that sunoo was behind this very door, sunoo's hands around his own cock, pumping himself as hard as he shamefully could to the sounds of you getting fingered behind the door, his eyes never looking away, and in moments to come; never missing the way the door handle juggled slightly when jungwon finally took out his fingers and fucked you against the door with his cock instead

i have to make dinner but i'll share my thoughts for the next part after! as a fellow sunwon enthusiast if you have anything to add please do ♥️

first of all, i do accept links so please send anything you wish, my love!!

now, secondly…i’m screaming so loud right now this is the dirtiest fantasy i could ever be introduced to. it’s not a want anymore, it’s a need. i absolutely need my cunt to be ruined by jungwon s fingers, holding onto whatever i can grab, and trying not to pass out already by how skilled he fucks my desperate pussy, drenched and shaking in pleasure, and on the other side, sunoo. we need more confidence baby, just touch yourself in front of us so we can all get off together. maybe they could even take turns, or just taking a hole each.

[violetmuses]

Versus - A. Aretas (Part III) 💔

Title: Versus - A. Aretas (Part III) 💔

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: One decision will change everything.

Tag List: @nelo0wesker @yassbishimvintage @nobodygetsza @peaxhygirl @superstar-t20 @adoresmiles @klssngss @deja-r @hyper-trash-panda @amethyst-loves-bucky 🏷

Part I ❤️‍🩹

Part 2 ❤️‍🩹

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2024

Shortly after your home settled down from those unexpected visitors, this doorbell rang once more.

Checking that RING camera again, you realize that Armando returned to the porch this time.

“What, did y'all forget something?” You barely opened the door, almost nervous.

“C'mon…” Aretas tried.

“What?” You don't even understand his point, not yet at least.

“I don't have much time before leaving, but we're doing this together.” Armando grounded reality.

“Say less.” You vowed, rushing to prepare for the battle yourself.

******

Outright monster James McGrath veiled his dark operations by working through one abandoned alligator park located somewhere deep in Florida.

“Armando's with Callie! Trail ‘em.” Mike Lowrey gritted his teeth amid crossfire and set your instructions for the mission.

McGrath just kidnapped Mike's wife Christine and even took Captain Howard's granddaughter Callie hostage. You fumed, raging from within.

___

“We're right here!” Callie lifted both palms for your vantage point just in case.

Yet wounds riddled Armando's body as this tree anchored his weakened presence.

“She…put me down by this tree. I'm okay…” His accented English struggles through pain, rightfully so.

“Kay…” Nodding down toward Armando, you're still protective despite everything.

“Hands up, Detective!” Marshal Judy Howard prompted your attention.

Raising both hands slowly, you turn around as expected.

“Mom, please don't hurt anyone!” Callie reveals tears, noting Aretas and you. “Armando saved my life and the detective looked out for us.”

“Move out of the way, Callie.” Judy continued staying armed.

“Mom, no!” Right when Callie shouted once more, Judy pulled the trigger.

Your body fell backwards as red dampened this tactical gear.

Yet, one lethal bullet pierced directly between your eyes, marking Judy's instant plan.

“Let me up, let up!” Right away, Armando wants Callie to help him stand from the ground, but immediately signals his father. “Mike, Mike!”

Seconds later, Detective Mike Lowrey joined this spot in the wilderness alongside Marcus Burnett as Judy keeps holding that firearm.

“What the fuck?!” Mike and Marcus shouted over this permanent view of your dead body.

“What happened?” Mike glanced toward Judy, both distraught and angered.

“I aimed for Armando but…”Judy revealed the truth about your death. “She wanted to protect him and Callie…”

“Aw, damn!” Genuinely crying, Marcus knelt toward your body this time.

“We can't call it in. Everyone will see Armando first.” Judy sniffled after holstering the firearm.

“What do you suggest?” Mike sought true guidance.

“Go. Leave with Armando before I change my mind.” Judy held her daughter Callie, but Mike understood this point.

Leave before everyone freaks out.

====

2025

Despite everyone marking calendars regardless, time slowed down.

The Miami Police Department lost joy while Marcus and Mike stopped laughing together.

Even your pictures still greeted desks at the precinct, showing camaraderie and highlighting true friendship.

“Listen to this, man.” Bringing his cell phone, Mike walked toward Marcus one afternoon.

“Hey, Lowrey! It's my day off.” Your laughter chimed this old voicemail. “Are we still planning cookouts for the department? I'll be there, just don't let Marcus eat Skittles. See you later, bye.”

“She'd sit in the corner with a plate now.” Marcus almost chuckled to avoid pain.

Memories could last forever.

[oceansssblue]

might i request: with either tech or echo, the choice is yours

jedi f!reader- she gets fatally injured on a mission in order to protect the rest of the bad batch and dies in his arms

after her death, she appears to him as a force ghost while he is grieving, provides comfort

thanks!!!

Angsty one with Echo coming right up! Can life throw anything else to this poor man? 🥹💔

At least he got some healing&comfort at the end. Hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"THE GHOST OF YOU"

ECHO/GHOST!F READER 📩💔(💖)

WARNINGS: DEATH OF MAIN CHARACTER (AKA YOU) AND APPEARING AS A FORCE GHOST, SADNESS, CRYING, HEARTACHE, MENTIONS OF WAR AND BEING TIRED AS IN BEING TIRED OF FIGHTING&LIFE, DEEP CONVERSATION, COMFORT.

Echo stared at the dried blood staining his hand. He could feel his emotions swirling restlessly inside of him; threatening to spill and destroy everything in its way in just a matter of seconds or minutes. He was alone in the barracks of Clone Force 99; Hunter reporting their disastrous mission to the Jedi while the rest swallowed their pain down and tried to let it drain in the shower.

Echo had done his best not to crumble in battle either. When his general had been on his arms back on the Marauder on their way back to Kamino, though, he's voice had being pannicked and desperate; he literally begged you not to leave him, to "please, please, stay with me". You had answered with a pained tired smile and fluttering eyes; a broken whisper of a "I'll always be with you, my Echo" the last words that left your lips.

You hadn't. You hadn't stayed; you had died on that next moment, your eyes shutting closed and your body growing limp, and all Echo could do was hold what was left of you in his trembling arms, his heart shattering in a million pieces while he fought not to let an ugly loud sob out, needing to be in private before he allowed himself to break down.

Tears blurred his vision again, his own body slumping down on the floor this time; and the tide of his emotions finally ripped his soul, body shaking uncontrollably with his broken cries and sobs. He closed his eyes shut, bending down on himself until his forehead pressed against the cold floor; trying to hold himself together through the heartache and pain.

Tears wet his cheeks. Flashes of his moments with you runned through his mind. Some happy, some soft and vulnerable, some sad and angry. All of his lost oportunities were relived too; all of his regrets of not having persued anything further with you. All of his childish hopes, dreams and desires washed away by the emptiness of your abscence.

His cries turned to small quiet whimpers and sounds when he pressed his jaw shut. He was so tired. He was so tired of fighting one time after another, of loved ones being taken away from him, of him always pushing through under the worst conditions only to be forced to live through this constant heartache. He just...

"Don't wanna do this anymore" he whinned to himself, shaking against the floor, eyes still closed. "Please..."

He didn't know who he was begging to; but he did know for what. He wanted the pain to go away. Wanted his loved ones to come back. Wanted to...

"Echo" a soft, gentle voice whispered at his side.

Recognising said voice, Echo quickly rightened himself to a sitting position, prosthetic knees scrapping against the floor; eyes shooting upwards.

"C-cyare?" his voice could barely be heard in the quietness of the room.

His breath hitched when you nodded and sadly smiled. It was you; the shape of your body and features perfectly recognisable even in this blue, translucent, wavering tone. Echo quickly understood; you were a Force ghost. He had heard it before.

"Cyare..." he called you, voice trembling, before breaking down into another cry again.

Echo felt your presence by his shoulder; almost as if you were touching him, even if he knew that that couldn't be possible like this.

"I'm sorry, Echo" you whispered, softly. "But I'm glad you're all okay".

Echo wanted to snap at you. Wanted to shout that they hadn't needed your help, that the Batch could defend themselves; but the truth was that they would have died without your sacrifice, and it wasn't fair to put it on you. Echo always knew of your devotion to helping others; he knew you would do it all over again.

He took a deep breath in and tried to calm himself. He stared at your Force ghost.

"You know I loved you, right?" He told you, voice unwavering, feelings vulnerable and completely exposed to you.

The raw emotions in his eyes and face would have made your heart ache if you could still feel one. You slowly sat down in front of him.

"I know" you smiled, a tiny fond thing.

Echo felt relieved upon hearing the answer; and confused as well. You could almost hear his question. Then why didn't you do anything about it?

"I had made an oath to the Order" you gently, patiently explained. "No attachments. You always made my promise start to crumble. Now... I wish I had forgotten about it and used my time better".

Echo closed his eyes and saved those words in his soul.

He opened then again and looked at you. He looked like a lost child, your beautiful Echo.

"I don't know how to carry on" he whispered, broken.

You tried to send a wave of the Force to comfort him.

"You have good brothers that will help you to move on" you soothed him, gentle.

Echo sighed and glanced down at the floor.

"I'm tired of this war".

You couldn't tell him much else.

"I know".

Silence reigned for a few seconds before Echo looked back at you.

"Have you... Fives?" He temptitavely asked, hope in his resignment.

You smiled.

"There's a process to become a Force ghost" you explained. "It's easier for the Jedi to complete. But I've felt his esence. He's here. I'll try to help him reach that state".

Echo nodded, smiling sadly.

"Good. Good" he mumbled, exhausted.

Sleep was tugging at the corners of his mind; his emotions draining the last of his energy. He didn't think he'd have strength to even move to the hammock on the other side of the room.

"Will you stay a bit longer?" He asked, blinking slowly, body dropping to one side.

You nodded softly.

"I can't stay permanently, but I'll stay now. And I'll be here in the future if you need me as well. I'll always keep an eye on you, Echo".

You caressed his cheek even if you couldn't feel the warmth of his skin like that.

Echo sighed pleasantly. He did feel a tingling sensation on his cheek. He wasn't totally alone. Never would be.

"Thank you" he whispered, eyes finally closing, body growing lax against the floor.

You smile and keep on comforting him.

"Just find strength in your new family, love. Fives and I will wait for you. You'll help me keep his Force ghost from terrorising shinnies" you joke, quietly.

Echo hums; the thought pulling a soft smile on his lips before sleep finally takes him away.

You stay until you hear the Batch's tired steps making his way back to their barracks, and you know they'll take care of him.

THE END.

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*Cries*

Back to main masterlist here:

[drinkabletoxicdishsoap]

If Dev ever does get redeemed in season 2 (PLEASE WATCH FAIRLY ODD PARENTS A NEW WISH WHEN IT DROPS ON NETFLIX NOVEMBER 14), I NEED to see Jasmine and Dev interact as friends 😭 We know how he feels about Winn (he thinks they’re really cool) and we DEFINITELY knows how he feels about Hazel 💀 but I don’t really think we got any interactions or like any mentions about how he feels about her in like any episode besides maybe him introducing Hazel to everyone?? I could be missing something and if I am please correct me!

In my personal opinion, I feel they’d be gossip besties?? I could definitely be reading into Jasmine’s character wrong and if I am, I apologize but I desperately need interactions with them 💔 they remind me of that one Henry Danger Musical song 😭 I think it’s called You’ll Never Believe What Happened (I’ll copy and paste the lyrics to match them and the situation)

Dev: Sorry it took me so—

Jasmine: Ooh, Dev, you'll never believe what happened!

Dev: No, I know.

Jasmine: There's a musical curse over Dimmadelphia!

Dev: Yeah, I know.

Jasmine: And you'll never believe who did it!

Dev: Irep? (I couldn’t think of a better replacement 😭)

Jasmine: Irep!

Dev: Yeah, I know.

Jasmine: Ooh, Dev, you'll never believe how he did it!

Dev: The speakers.

Jasmine: He took control of the speakers.

Dev: Yeah, I know.

Dev & Jasmine: And then put out a weird kind of frequency and now we have to sing!

Dev: Jasmine!

Jasmine: Yeah?

Dev: Thanks for filling me in.

Jasmine: Sure!

They also remind me of the smartphone hour if we’re going the gossip bestie route:

Jasmine: O-M-G Dev, answer me! Woah, wait until I tell you what I heard! It's too fucked to type. This shit is ripe! Call back, I'll yell you every word.

Dev: Jasmine Tran calling, Jasmine Tran calling, Jasmine Tran calling. Hey!

Jasmine: Oh my God, oh my God, okay so, at the end of last night's party, very end of last night's party, Did you see Rich? (I couldn’t think of a replacement ☹️)

Dev: Oh, I saw Rich.

Jasmine: So he's behaving hazy like a tweakin' junkie, flailing crazy like a freakin' monkey!

Dev: He's gotta learn to handle his high, shouldn't drink so much for a small guy.

Jasmine: Right, but, he wasn't drunk.

Dev: The hell you say, Jasmine?

Jasmine: Yo, he wasn't drunk!

Dev: The hell you say, Jasmine?

Jasmine: No! Because I heard from Whispers Fred (I tried to think of a good replacement), that Rich had barely touched a drop. Which means that you can't blame the things he did on alcohol. It's just so terrible, I don't want to relive it all! But do you want me to tell you?

Dev: Spit it out! Spit it out!

Jasmine: You really want me to tell you?

Dev: Spit it out! Spit it out!

Jasmine: I'll tell you 'cause you are my closest friend!

Dev: No I'm not.

Jasmine: Yeah, I know. But here's what happened at the party's end. Rich set a fire and he burned down the house! Woah! Rich set a fire and he burned down the house! Ohh, I thought I was dreamin', everybody was screamin', when Rich set a fire and he burned down the house! When Rich set a fire and he burned down the house!

Sorry for another very long post but thank you so much for reading <3 I hope you have a great day or night!

[tbhyknow]

𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛 𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗦 𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗟𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗢𝗪 !

summary, your family has never been the best company and after recieving such a 'wonderful' phone call from your mother, you couldn't help but cry to arashi's arms.

featuring, arashi narukami w/ gender-neutral!reader (romantic/platonic)

tags, angst (hurt-to-comfort), family issues/mother issues, possible ooc, etc. drabble, not proofread. reader is not anzu.

notice, pretty self indulgent fic ermmm... yeah kinda personal, my writing skills is so shit rn especially when writing angst and i couldve written this better but atp i cannot be bothered to care hgdhsheu 💔💔

"alright," you let out a sigh of relief, moving away from your computer as the chair wheels backwards from your push. "that's it for tonight. aaah, i'm so tired!" you groaned and stretched your arms up, letting the bones in your bones pop and crack after being in one single position for an hour or so.

still, a satisfactory smile sat on your face as you take a look at your daily to-do list all checked off. even your weekly list isn't finished, you're still proud of yourself that you managed to tackle on a large amount of work you're usually not used to.

"ne, producer..."

you turn around, hearing a familiar voice calling you. the door squeaked open and arashi entered the small office space, holding a file folder that she was looking through as if to check. she closed it and looked up, smiling at you so sweetly it made you smile back.

"arashi! is there anything you need?" you ask, getting up from your chair to greet her properly.

the taller woman nodded, handing the files to you. "mhm, i was wondering if you're free after work? and oh, tsukasa wanted to give you these but he was caught up with something, so he sent me~" she giggled, remembering the troubled expression on tsukasa's face when he told her.

you took the folder from her hands, muttering a thank you and putting it on your desk. "i wonder what he's so troubled about... well, anyways. i just finished my work for today and i don't have anything planned after, so i am free. why do you ask?"

there's a glimmer in arashi's eyes, a familiar spark of excitement within her bright, purple eyes as she opened up her mouth to speak again. "well, there's a new cafe downtown and—"

riiing, riing!

your damned phone started buzzing, cutting arashi off before she could even finish speaking. you quickly tended to it, muttering a quick sorry. "a-ah, umm, do you mind if i take this first? it'll be quick!"

arashi pouted at this, upset at the fact she was just interrupted but merely sighed in defeat and smiled. "mhm, don't worry. take your call, i'll be right here!" she reassured you, waving her hand dismissively.

you shot her a grateful look before walking out of the room to take the call. you looked at the caller id and a big grin found your way on your face when you realized it was your mom calling.

though, your relationship with her was strained, you still felt a little bit of love for her. even if she wasn't the perfect mother.

"ma! how have you been? why did you call?"

"i've been fine, (name). i just wanted to check up on you is all... and you?" your heart swelled. she remembered to ask about your day, it was the bare minimum but you felt happy hearing her say that.

your smile only widened as you chuckled. "i've been okay, mom. things at work is a little hectic, but—"

"mhm, mhm... i know. anyways,"

you paused, not expecting to be cut off like that but you brushed it off. she is getting old and little bit impatient, you understand.

"dear, i want to ask. when you usually get your paycheck?"

the question made you raise your brow in confusion. "on the 5th and the 20th of each month, why?"

"the 20th? i see... well, do you mind if you send some money? it's hard trying to come by around this time."

you felt the happiness within you die out when you hear her request, leaving a bitter taste on your mouth when you realized she only called you to ask for money, not to actually check up on you.

it's stupid to think that she'll actually change.

but still, there's a part of you still clung onto the belief and pitied her position. life back in your hometown was not as nice as it was in the city. and yet, the expenses here aren't cheap and your paycheck was barely enough to provide you a somewhat comfortable life. you aren't sure if there'd be any left to send to your mother.

you gulped, the ball of saliva that's been forming at the back of your mouth went down your throat. for some reason, you found yourself still hesitating to break the news.

"i don't know, ma. my paycheck isn't all that big and barely enough to cover me, so—"

"tsk." you heard her click her tongue from the other end of the line, her displeasure oozing out like venom. "aren't you a producer at a famous idol company? shouldn't your pay be more than that?"

you fell silent for a moment, confused the change of attitude. she felt almost... cold. detached. "h-huh?"

"or are you just unwilling to share your pay with your family? i didn't raise you to be so selfish, (name)."

"m-ma, it's not like that! i swear—"

"why couldn't you be more like your sibling? honest and generous?" she sighed, you could almost see her shake her head in disapproval. "i shouldn't have expected much from you, it's my fault for expecting much more."

"anyways, there's something i have to do now." is what she last said before the call ended, a beeping following afterwards to further indicate that there was nobody else on the other line.

your knees buckled under you and your hand dropped to your sides, almost letting your phone if you hadn't gripped onto the device as hard as you can. she didn't even hear you out or even asked about anything else...

your shoulder slumped as you instinctively prepared yourself to crash onto the ground and hit your knees hard on the tiles... but you caught yourself just in time. especially when a soft voice brought you out of the speechless state.

"—ame), are you okay?" you hear arashi's voice behind you. you didn't realize she was there until you turned around and saw her concerned expression. her brows only furrowed, her hand coming to your cheek and rubbing the tender flesh.

you didn't even realize that tears were already rushing out of the eyes until you saw your own teary face reflecting in arashi's eyes.

"(name)! what's wrong!?" arashi asked in a panic, cupping your face in her hands and leaned down. at this point, the tears only doubled as you dove your head into her chest and hugged her tightly. her hands immediately switched places and now patting and rubbing your back.

even when you try to explain through your tears, your voice came out as strangled sobs that were too unintelligible for her to understand. her embrace tightened as if trying to protect you from the rest of the world.

"shhh, it's okay. it's alright. let it out, let big sister arashi take the pain away from you, okay?" she whispered, her words soothing your aching heart slightly. your mother's words still replayed in your mind, but are now slowly being quieten down by arashi. "it's okay, i got you now..."

as you wept in her arms, arashi felt a pang hit her heart in a way that she never felt before. earlier, she was upset that she got interrupted and had to wait for you to finish, but now she was more upset at the fact something or someone made you cry. and that she didn't know what it was.

when you pulled away, she wiped your tears with her thumbs before pulling out her handkerchief and wiping them properly. "it's okay, baby, do you wanna talk about it?" she asked to which to promptly shook your head. you didn't want to drag her into your family troubles.

she frowned, but didn't push further. she leaned closed to your face and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, the feeling of her lips against your skin made you feel warm and fuzzy. like you were listened to and understood.

"it's okay, you don't have to. just remember i'll always be here when you need me, okay? you don't have to shoulder your problems on your own, i know it sounds hypocritical for me to say that, but trust me. i know what it feels like to be beaten down."

she pulled up, helping you find your balance and kept you close just in case you ever fall. she patted down your clothes, brushing off any dust or dirt that got on them.

arashi smiled softly. "now, dry those tears. you look much better on with a smile, see?" she chuckled. "now, let me take care of you now. there's a new cafe downtown and i want you to accompany me, my treat this time around."

notice, idk how much es pays their workers but yknow, even if it's a lot, rent in the city is still expensive 💔 ik from experience

[playingdxngerous]

guitar lessons

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!! some impact play (barely, like almost not at all), degradation, teasing, talk of a safe word, handcuffs (in a way?? but not for very long), praise, a little fluff, fingering, masturbation, oral f! and m! receiving, penetration f! receiving

Word Count: 1822 IT FEELS SO SHORT AND RUSHED IM SO SORRY 💔💔 IT’S 2 AM IM SO TIRED

Hookups with Jake were not unusual. It happened more often than you wish to admit. However, today will be different. Today is a guitar lesson, and only a lesson. Nothing more, nothing less. Right?

.

.

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As you begin to knock on the all too familiar door of Jake's house, he opens it immediately. He greets you with a bright smile, seeming genuinely excited to see you.

"Hey pretty girl," he smirks. Your face automatically gets hot, but you do your best to shut it down.

"Jake stop. We agreed just a guitar lesson today. That's it." You respond. He rolls his eyes.

"I know. Come in." He widens the door and locks it behind you as you walk in. The smell of pumpkin overwhelms your senses as you walk into the living room. A small candle is lit on the table, creating a comforting vibe to the area.

"Since when did you even own candles," you laugh. He looks at you and struggles to hold down his smile.

"Fine then," he blows it out. "Guess someone doesn't appreciate fall like I do." You can't help but stare at him. He is built with beauty. From his blue plaid shirt to his skinny jeans, everything about him is so beautiful. Today is going to be very hard to keep as just a guitar lesson when all you can think about it how badly you wish to kiss his perfect lips.

"See something you like?" He teases as he looks himself up and down.

"Bring me the stupid guitar," you laugh, trying to avoid the question as you both know the answer already. He walks over with a basic black guitar and places it in your arms while he sits on the couch beside you.

"Aw is your beloved too precious for me to play?" You say through a grin.

"You are so needy. We are never going to get anywhere like this." Nevertheless, he gets up once more and brings you his well-known Gibson SG. There's small chips and scratches along the paint of it, reminding you of all the times you've watched him absolutely destroy it on stage. All the times you've watched him pulse into it just like he does to you.

"So, what all do you know about guitar already?" He asks, breaking your dirty thoughts.

"Absolutely nothing."

"Okay great," he says sarcastically. "Guess we can start with chords then." He begins to give you finger placements which you try your best to follow. You fail of course, with it being your very first time even holding a guitar.

"Alright here I'll show you," he says as he grabs your left hand and places it correctly on the fretboard. You scoot closer to him and angle your body, your back laying against his chest. He grabs your right hand and helps you strum the strings.

"You're doing so good now," he says softly into your ear.

"As if you aren't doing all the work for me."

"Fine then I won't help you." He says as he pulls away from your body. His absence leaves your body cold, longing for his warmth.

"Wait no, come back I'm just kidding. I like your help." You pull him by the sleeve back to where he was. He sighs and starts to talk about another chord, yet all you can think about is him and his perfection. His cologne now becomes more visible with the scent of the candle fully gone. You take note of his calloused fingertips grazing across yours. His soft brunette locks touch your shoulder every time he leans against you further.

"Are you even listening?" He asks, bringing you back to reality.

"Yeah sorry." You apologze.

"What did I just say then?" You do your best to come up with a response, but there's no way you could even try to lie your way out of this. His beauty getting the best of you, you turn a little and kiss him. You remember all the promises to keep this just a guitar lesson, but deep down you know it's impossible with Jake Kiszka this close to you. He sets his guitar on this ground and grabs you by the hips. The passion in the kiss turns to lust as he runs his tongue across your bottom lip, begging to let him in.

The kiss gets deeper and deeper as time goes on. You run your hand down the buttons in his shirt and begin to undo the top one. All of a sudden he pulls away.

"You said just a guitar lesson and I don't want to make you do anything you don't-" he says before you interrupt him with another kiss.

"Fuck that Jake. I want you."

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"Very." You say shortly. He kisses you again, this one somehow even more powerful than the last few. You undo the last buttons, and he slides the sleeves off him arms.

"Just couldn't avoid me enough huh? Too wet and desperate for my dick?" He rasps, making you literally stop breathing. You've waited far too long to see this side of him again. His words turn you on, making you feel your cunt get wetter by the second.

"Holy shit your attitude changed." You breathe out heavily.

"Oh yeah? Should I stop then? You know you have a safe word pretty girl." He raises his hands to your tits, squeezing them softly.

"Please don't stop Jake. I need you so bad." You begin to grind against the crotch of his jeans, making a mess in your underwear.

"Let's go to the bed?" He asks, to which you nod and drag him by the hand to his room. He pushes you on the bed and you crawl back against the pillows. He kisses your thigh, stopping at the zipper on your jeans. He unzips them, and you help guide them off of you. You pull your shirt off, causing him to reach up and unclasp your bra. Throwing it on the ground, he immediately starts sucking on your tits. You squeeze your legs together in order to relieve some of the tension between them. He pushes them apart as soon as he notices.

"C'mon now, let's not get too fast."

"Please Jake, I need you." You whimper. To your surprise he listens and slides his fingers across your wet panties.

"Like I said before, you're always so, so needy. Begging for me like a little whore." He stops his hand and pushes two fingers against your hole, the fabric still covering it. "Say it. Tell me you're my whore."

"I"m your whore..." you whisper.

"Speak up sweetheart." He somewhat gently slaps your thigh with his free hand.

"I'm your fucking whore Jake please just fuck me already oh my god." He takes his hand away. "Please," you say nicely as you grab his wrist.

"Should I really? I think I'd prefer to watch you squirm and beg for me." He grabs your tits once more and sucks a hickey onto your chest. Tired of waiting, you reach down and rub your clit yourself. You moan and grab his hair with your other hand. He pulls away again to no surprise.

"That's not going to work sweetheart." He confusingly gets off the bed. "Don't you fucking move." He says, walking out of the room. He returns seconds later with a guitar strap in his hands. He steps over to you and ties your wrists together with the strap.

"Where did you learn how to do that?" You smirk.

"Not important," he says shortly. He finishes tying and kisses a trail from your lips to your soaked underwear. He slides his finger over your slit, still covered by the stupid fabric you wish you took off earlier. "This what you want baby?" He asks. You nod vigorously. He pulls the panties off, sliding his fingers once more. He brings them to your mouth, making you taste yourself. He then sucks on those same fingers before sliding two of them into you quickly. You moan as he curls them just right.

"I'm going to cum if you keep doing that." You say, yet immediately regret. He pulls out of you, edging you worse than ever.

"We can't have you doing that so soon my love. We just started." He moves his head down right after, licking circles around your clit yet refusing to touch it. You try to reach down and guide him, yet the guitar strap stops you. You grind your hips into his face instead. He actually lets you do this, shocking you to your core. The feeling of his tongue moving so smoothly against your clit sends chills down your back. The knot in your stomach burns even more, just begging to come undone. Jake notices and pulls away once more. This man will be the death of you.

"I said not so soon." He smirks. His starvation for you fills his eyes. He wipes his mouth with the side of his hand and undoes the guitar strap. "Touch yourself."

"What?" You're taken aback by his comment.

"Touch yourself like the slut you seem to be. So needy to cum so do it already." You reach down and rub your clit as he watches. He leans down and kisses your thighs. You move faster, to which he responds by sadly grabbing your wrists and stopping you. "You really think I'd let you finish that easily?"

"You're such a fucking asshole." You groan. He suddenly unzips his jeans, his dick hard already. He reaches in his nightstand and throws a condom at you.

"Put it on me." He demands. You slide it on him and pull back to let him fuck you. He immediately begins to pulse into you, moaning under his breath. "So hot watching my dick in your pretty pussy," he whispers into your ear. This sends you over the edge, finally allowing your orgasm to release. Your moans turn into yells. He pulls out of you to let both of you catch your breath. "Make me cum sweetheart." You turn around and sit on top of him. Your shaky legs straddling his waist. You scoot further down and pull the condom off, putting his dick in your mouth. You go as far as you can, your hands covering the rest of his length. You bob you head up and down, before he quickly finishes into your mouth.

"Such a good girl," he says, pulling you up by your jaw. He kisses you shortly. "My good girl." You kiss him lovingly, your hands moving up his neck and into his hair. "So pretty and perfect. You did so good."

"So much for the guitar lesson," you giggle. He pulls you in close and squeezes you.

"This was much better."

"Are you saying I suck at guitar?" You scoff.

"No!, he clarifies, "I was just aching to touch you the whole time."

"Mhm yeah, keep trying to defend yourself Kiszka."

"Fuck you," he laughs.

"Pretty sure you already did." You fall back into his arms, kissing his cheek as he embraces you.

[evagaetinosgirl]

messy kisses [j.gutiérrez x reader]

prompt: jana does your makeup and then you two mess it up.

author notes: there is no tigres fanfiction and that's actually disgraceful 💔 so i decided it's my job to introduce the girlies to woso tumblr, starting with my babygirl jana. enjoy it y'all, it's a cute lil fic! P.S. i know nothing about makeup so don't kill me if this is inaccurate thanks! (and badly translated spanish, duolingo is my worst enemy).

"if you poke my eye with that, i will hit you," you move your face out of the way of the eyeliner in jana's hand. she was trying to do your makeup for the first time ever after begging you, but it wasn't going so well so far.

"it wasn't even about to go into your eye. stop, amor," she giggles as her free hand moves your face back where she wants. placing a kiss on the corner of your eye which the eyeliner poked you. "it just feels like that sometimes," jana shrugs. adjusting herself on your lap as best as she could with your hands gripping her waist. still a frown sits on your lips as you look up at her. the woman was already pulling out her signature puppy eyes that you couldn't resist. you try to look away from her, but jana's hands are strong, so you couldn't even get out of her grasp.

jana mumbles a pretty please as she leans down and pecks your lips. pulling away with a small pout on her lips; puppy dog eyes and a pout? she was pulling out the big guns.

you just roll your eyes before throwing your head back against the couch, "ugh, fine, continue on. but if that thing pokes my eye, i'm calling the cops."

"you don't even like the cops, bebe," jana immediately gets back to working on your eyeliner. going slow so you could feel as comfortable as possible. "i like brooklyn nine-nine, so basically the same thing," you reply.

"so not the same thing, but keep telling yourself that," your girlfriend basically whispers as she focuses all her energy into doing the eyeliner. with comfortable silence settling in-between you two, it's easy for you to start to appreciate the cute face of your girlfriend. the mexican player have recently dyed her brunette hair red and the color was really doing wonders for her. of course jana is always gorgeous, but she has a new sparkle with the new hair color; it fits her. the cute habit of hers where she sticks out her tongue in concentration is showing as the eyeliner presses against your skin. you fight the urge to poke her tongue like you always do when that habit pops out, but you would rather not be poked in the eye so you don't.

it feels like an hour passed by the time jana is done. pulling away slightly to look at her work. "perfecto, te queda adorable," the redhead giggles. admiring how the black sharpens out your eye shape. now it's your turn to pout as you say, "okay, great, so does this mean we're done?"

"of course not, mi amor! i haven't even done your other eye yet," jana rolls her eyes. giving you a small pinch on the cheek. a light groan leaves your lips, pulling her hand away from your cheek. "babe, my love, my pretty girl, can we please just stop all this and go watch some netflix? i'll even massage your shoulders how you like it," you reason.

the mention of a massage almost makes jana give in, almost. however, of course she couldn't let you have a day of peace as she shakes her head. already getting back into position to do eyeliner on your bare eye.

"nope, just sit back and relax. just relax, bonita. i'm going to make you look better than an instagram model," jana says, her tongue already getting ready to poke out of the side of her mouth. you groan hearing her words, but still does exactly what she says. i mean she is your girlfriend.

it takes way longer than it should for jana to finish the makeup; you kept trying to distract her and beg for her to just cuddle up with her, but the woman always refused. too determined to get the makeup on your skin.

a mix of pink and white eyeshadow sits on your eyelids while a rosy pink colors your lips. a dark shade of red lip liner sharpening out the pink color. you begged jana to not put any foundation or contour on you and she let you get that one little thing for this once, but the next time she does your makeup she's doing everything. regardless of your complaining.

now it was time for the final boss; "time for fake lashes, princesa," jana says mischievously, holding up a pack of the shall not be named item in her hand. she can already tell you are about to fight against this too with that scared expression on your face.

"babe, nooo!" you whine as she walks closer to you. you put your hands up, grabbing onto her waist. pulling her down onto the couch before straddling her. "even contour would have been better. can't we just do that instead?" you lay on top of her. forcing her down with your weight (those days at the gym have been helping out truly).

"nope, that offer expired when you said no the first time," the mexican player giggles. giving your cheek some kisses. "but babe.." you try one more time to change her mind, but nope. jana just kisses the tip of your nose when you pulled away to look at her.

"absolutely not. get up off of me and lay back, you know, just relax," she says.

now jana is straddling you by the waist, giggling as you keep moving your face. trying to avoid your inevitable fate. it didn't matter if she needed to tape your face down to the couch, you were going to get these lashes on your face, no matter what.

"bonita, please, just calm down," the redhead tries to reason. using her free hand to grip onto your face, holding it still.

"no, babe, you don't get it! what if it glues on and never comes off?" you try to bite at her hand, but she pinches your cheek making you finally give in. letting out a soft hmph of annoyance as you can tell jana won't be letting up any time soon. "it wouldn't do that, my lashes are nice. i swear. just relax, bebe, i got you," she smiles. moving slightly to grab the lash glue bottle near your head.

you watch as she puts some of the glue on the lash strip, making sure it wasn't too much. then she leans down close to you; again her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth like it always does when she's concentrated. at least you will have a great view while being basically tortured.

finally jana puts a lash on your lash line, mumbling out a soft is this okay? as her eyes peer down at yours. "always, baby," you mumble back up at her. your hands holding onto her waist, rubbing gently on the skin there. once jana thinks she's been holding onto the lash long enough, she lets out. her hands going to hold onto your face. leaning down to kiss you.

you giggle into the kiss. the feeling of the lash on you doesn't feel bad; a little funny, but not bad. jana presses down on you, pulling away to look at your face fully.

"you're so pretty.. you know that right?" she says softly. one of her hands holding your face, her thumb playing with your lower lip. before you can even say some sarcastic comment, she says, "not because of the makeup or the single lash you have on," that makes you chuckle. "i'm just in love with your face and you and everything about you and just you. i don't know," she says softly.

"if you love me so much then you are going to not put that other lash on, right?"

"nope. i can't leave my baby with just one lash on," the mexican player laughs. leaning down to kiss the pout that sits on your face. grabbing another lash for your other eye. doing the same process of putting the glue onto the lash strip before putting onto you. letting it sit for a minute or two, jana giving a kiss as an reward for you being so still.

"now can we finally just go cuddle? i don't even want to wash this all off yet," you murmur as you pull her fully onto you.

"whatever you want, princesa," she says into your neck.

you two are now cuddling on the makeshift bed in the living room. you have pushed all the parts of the couch together to make one huge cushion and just threw blankets and pillows over it. jana having grabbed some snacks from the kitchen so you two can munch while lazing around watching bottoms.

"between us, am i the loser girlfriend and you're my super hot cheerleader girlfriend or no?" you say as you lay your head on jana's chest. "loser girlfriend probably, but in a good way. i swear," she plays with your hair as her eyes focus on the tv screen.

your makeup was already a little smudged from laying your face against the redhead, but it wasn't that bad. that was until jana asks, "would you make a fight club just to get me to pay attention to you or no?"

"of course, babe. i would even beat your ass to show my love," you say. smiling once she leans down to kiss you. "very hot of me, huh?" you mumble against her lips.

"so hot," she mumbles back. moving her hand onto the back of your neck to pull you back into the kiss. it lasts long as you eventually have to pull away for air. panting as you admire how pretty jana looks; her lips slightly swollen.

"your lipstick.." she pouts as she looks at how smudged your lipstick and lip liner is now. "noo, my hard work," she rolls her eyes before giggling, "it's my fault i guess."

"all your fault. i didn't tell you to kiss me," you pull her back into a cuddle. jana wraps her arms around your waist, her turn to snuggle her face into your chest now.

"mhm, whatever, you're just too pretty and irresistible."

"whatever. shut up and watch the movie."

© thinkingaboutjaedyn

credit to @/cafekitsune for the dividers

[dsireland86]

I recently had a precious request hit my inbox anonymously regarding a Jolly fic where he and the reader are in a relationship. He's homesick, so the reader decides to make him a Kladdkaka, which is a Swedish cake, to help cheer him up.

Somehow, Tumblr screwed up, and the draft I was working on got deleted 😒 💔

So, here I am fixing a mistake and hope whoever it was that asked for the one-shot, enjoys it!

TAGS: @philomenie @supersquirrel1996 @foliosgirl @angelmarie89 @fadingintothegrey @theanarchymuse95 @thisbicc @lma1986

KLADDKAKA

"Noah, you were supposed to have Jolly out of the house by now! What's going on?"

You fussed at Noah quietly, hoping your husband did overhear.

"Annnd I already told you..."

"Shhhhh!"

"I already told you," Noah repeated, quieter this time, "that I have it covered. I'll have him out of here in a few. Stop worrying."

You threw your hands over your face, trying to hide the worry and concern you were having over this whole thing.

Today wasn't just an ordinary day. It was your day with your husband, with Jolly. It was your one year wedding anniversary, and you were determined to make this first year celebration perfect for him. Especially since he was feeling a little more homesick than usual.

The past few days had been hard on Jolly. His family back in Sweden was going through some tough stuff, and it was killing Jolly that he couldn't be there, helping and supporting them like they've always supported him. Even though his mother insisted everything was fine and it would all work out, it didn't stop Jolly from worrying and feeling just plain homesick. It hurt you deeply to see him this way. However, Jolly did what he always did best, and that was put on a happy face and tried to convince you that he was fine. But you saw right through it. So you came up with a plan, recruited Noah, and dived in head first this morning into executing said plan.

"How can I not worry when you know I do nothing but worry, Noah! Worry is my middle name!"

"Y/N, calm down." Noah sat his glass of water down on the counter and placed his large hands on your small shoulders.

"Look at me."

You did, instantly relaxing when you saw the soft sweetness in Noah's eyes.

"I've got you, okay? I know how important this day is for you both. I'm not going to let anything ruin it, including my procrastination."

You laughed, wiping away the few tears that slid down your cheeks.

"Hey, come here," Noah cooed, pulling you in and coddling you for a moment. You relaxed, knowing fully well he was right and that you could trust him.

"It's going to be fine, Y/N. In two days the two of you will be in Sweden, eating all of that weird ass chocolate cake you both like, and having the perfect anniversary getaway."

"It's call Kalddkaka," you irritatingly corrected him, shoving him gently in the chest.

"Well, whatever, the point is, what you're doing for Jolly is the sweetest thing I've ever seen somebody do for the person they love. And regardless if it's your anniversary or not, what you're doing is incredible."

You smiled up at Noah and hugged him tighter, thankful for his support and friendship

"You're great girl, Y/N, an awesome friend and an even more amazing wife. Jolly's lucky to have you."

"You bet your ass I am. Are you hitting on my wife, Skitstövel!"

Jolly came walking into the kitchen, wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of worn-out jeans, with his bare feet patting loudly across the tile floor. His long dark brown hair, which was normally down, was tied up in a loose bun, showing off his perfectly angled jawline.

"Hahaha, yeah, no, I'm not that stupid," Noah joked as soon as you pulled away from him.

"Smart man,"Jolly praised, sliding his arms around your waist the second your arms wrapped around his neck. He lifted you up, and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, taking his handsome face between your hands and kissing him.

"Mmmm, god yeah, I need that," Jolly smiled between your kisses. He sat you on the countertop, lightly caressing your back as you continued to attack his lips.

Your lips trailed from their sweetness over his cheek and jawline, brushing the fine hairs of his trimmed facial hair, and then down the side of his neck. You breathed him in, soaking up the warmth of his skin, feeling his chest move in and out with each breath he took.

"Mmm, happy anniversary to you, too, again, mi Älskling," Jolly sighed, slipping his hands around your neck. He trailed them all over, lightly messaging your shoulders and the back of your neck and snaking their way up into your hair, massaging your scalp tenderly. You let your head fall into his chest as he did this, feeling all the extra unnecessary stress instantly fall away.

"Did your mom call you?"

"Hmmm, she did. Told me things are getting better, but I don't believe her. I need to get over there to see her, Y/N, all of them. I miss them."

You looked up into your husband's handsome face, taking a moment to drink him in. It was then you really saw how tired he looked. Jolly seriously needed a vacation. Luckily, you had one planned for him and you as an anniversary gift. Ten days in Sweden with his family; no work, no music, no responsibility. Just the two of you.

"That smells delicious!"

You pulled the cake out of the oven and sat it on the counter just as Matt and Folio walked into the kitchen. The Kladdkaka turned out perfectly; at least you hoped it did. It was the first time ever making it. You wanted to give Jolly a piece of home to help cheer him up and it would go along perfectly with his anniversary gift.

"Ok, I'm not a chocolate cake kind of guy, but damn Y/N, that looks delicious."

You smiled at Matt, admiring your creation. The dark brown top was baked to the perfect crispiness and when you tapped the cake pan, it jiggled ever so slightly, just like the directions said it should, giving you hope that the inside was baked to the correct consistency.

"Can we eat it?"

"No! It's for Jolly, for our anniversary," you scolded Folio. He was grinning and had a slight glazed look in his eyes.

"Folio, are you high?"

Matt looked at you then at Folio, grinning from ear to ear, before busting out in laughter.

"Oh my god, you are!" you said, joining him and Matt in laughter.

"Okay, okay, I'm not that high. I just took some gummies, that's all."

"That's all huh? How many?"

You looked from Matt to Folio, waiting for his response.

Folio looked as if he was in trouble. "Umm, I don't know, not a lot," he giggled. "Like three, maybe."

You rolled your eyes, knowing Folio's high would last him the rest of the night.

"Great! Now I'm going to have to babysit your ass just to make sure you don't do anything stupid," Matt groaned.

Folio giggled again, making you snicker.

"What is this about, mi Älskling," Jolly questioned you as you made him sit down on the couch. You were so excited to give him his gifts, that your could barely contain your excitement.

"You'll see. Just wait right there, okay."

Jolly's brown eyes stared at you in wonder, lighting up the moment they met yours.

"Come here first" His hand was stretched out towards you. You took it and he pulled you into his lap where he nestled his face in the crook of your neck, wrapping him in a warm embrace.

"I love you, Y/N, my wife, my woman, my love." he mumbled against your skin. making you smile.

"I love you, too, Jolly," you responded, looking down into his face. His hair was down, so you gathered it up in your hands and pulled it back, caressing the side of his face. He hummed, then pulled your face closer to his before snatching your lips with his own. It was a very slow kiss, passionate and heated, making you dizzy with desire and longing to hurry this moment up so you could take him upstairs and give him his "other gift".

"Mmm, okay," you stressed, regretfully pushing away from Jolly. "I want to, baby, I want this so much, but I want you to have your gifts first."

Jolly kissed you again, smiling against your lips.

"Well, then I'm so glad I got you something, too."

"Joakim, this isn't about gifts," you frowned.

Jolly grinned. He knew you hated getting gifts. You found joy in the giving, not the getting. But he was positive that you were going to love his gift.

"Okay, fine, whatever, just wait right there," you giggled, running into the kitchen.

Moments later, you carefully carried out the tray with the Kladdkaka and the envelope on it after telling your husband to close his eyes.

"No peaking," you squealed with excitement.

Jolly smiled, big, tightly keeping his eyes closed.

You sat the tray down the coffee table before him, careful removing the lid.

"Okay," you sighed, wringing your hands in excitement. "Open them!"

Jolly opened his eyes and stared at the cake before him. The dark brown color, coated with the powdery white sugar on top and garnished with the few dark red raspberries, instantly reminded him of home. His dark brown eyes welled up with tears as memories of his childhood and home came rushing back.

"Mi Älskling," he gasped, barely above a whisper. "You did this? All for me?"

At first, you thought he hated it, but now, looking into his eyes swollen with tears, you knew he really loved it. The moment made your heart almost exploded with happiness.

"You really like?" you asked in a worry filled tone.

"Like it? Baby, I love it!"

Jolly reached out and pulled you back into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

"Well, the true test is how it tastes. I mean it looks pretty, yeah, but I have no idea what the inside's like."

"I'm sure it's perfect; like you," Jolly praised, kissing your cheek.

You blushed, cutting a small slice.

"That looks exactly like how my grandmother used to make it!"

You broke a small piece off and picking it up with the fork, you brought it to your husband's lips where he opened his mouth and devoured the bite, closing his eyes.

You held your breath, praying it tasted okay.

"Well?" you asked as he finally swallowed.

"Fuck... that's good."

"Yeah?!" you smiled

"Yeah. Fucking good!"

You squealed in delight, as Jolly took the plate from you and gave you a piece to try and, damn it was so good.

"Okay, one more gift. Here," you grinned, handing him the envelope after hopping off his lap.

Jolly frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"Umm, what's that?"

"What do you mean? It's an envelope. Open it."

Jolly reached behind him, producing the same kind of envelope.

"Ummm..."

"Yeah," he chuckled.

"Okay, well you open yours and I'll open mine."

You took the envelope and slowly opened it, as did Jolly.

"Close our eyes?"

He nodded.

You did, pulling out the contents of the envelope. When you opened them you gasped, eyes filling up with tears instantly. In your hands were two plane tickets to Ireland; you're most favorite place in the world, next to Jolly's arms. You looked up at Jolly and he was staring down at the tickets in his hand. You watched the tear drop fall and hit the paper, soaking it immediately.

"Are you okay," you whispered through your tears.

Jolly wiped his eyes, then looked up at you.

"I don't deserve you," he whispered, lightly shaking his head.

You let out a small chuckle.

"I don't deserve you," nodding at the tickets in your hand.

Jolly stood up and reached for your hands. After pulling you up, he scooped you up bridal style and kissed you once you threw your arms around his neck.

"Is this how it's always going to be?" he asked, walking towards the stairs with you tucked securely in arms.

"No, we both know it won't be."

"Hmm, well, " he said taking the stairs, one at a time. "Then lets hold on tight to memories like this, bringing them back to the light when things are too dark and don't seem real. I don't ever want to loose you."

You held onto your husband, burying your face in his chest as your fingers trailed up the back of his neck, feeling his skin prickle.

"Do you feel that?"

"Yes." He shivered beneath your touch.

Jolly looked down at you, standing outside the doorway of your bedroom.

"I am here, Joakim, and I'm real. I'm not going anywhere. Ever."

He kissed you, rolling his tongue over yours.

"You promise," he asked once you parted.

"I promise."

He walked you over the threshold of your room, just like he did on your wedding night one year ago, and with his foot, closed the door, locking you both away from the world for just one night.

[bau-drabbles]

a/n: inspired from all the prev posts!

your insta but you're dating aaron hotchner part 2 :")

part 1, 3, 4

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y/n_xo: look at my faves 🫶🥹.... and then there's aaron

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its.emilyp: jumpscare warning next time 😨

d.morgan: nah he looks like he's concocting some evil plan

penny.garcia: he looks like he's going to steal christmas

reid.gram: he looks like he kidnapped my mom and held her hostage somewhere 😦

itsjj: just smile and wave, kids. smile and wave 🥲

d.morgan: crop him out next time fr 🙏

a.hotch: i'll crop you out of the team

d.morgan: say less 😍😮‍💨 least ion have an ugly smile

a.hotch: what smile? you just bare your teeth

y/n_xo: oh 😭

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y/n_xo: meme jack really quickly 🫣

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reid.gram: jack is me when hotch is asking me to get to the point even though my point was the whole theory 🙂

penny.garcia: omg me when he tells me to search something more quickly even though i'm already working high speed 🙂

itsjj: me when he plants more files on my desk even though i'm drowning in the last ones 🙂

its.emilyp: he's me that one time hotch did "team building" and then proceeded to complain the whole time 🙂

d.morgan: me when i made one mistake and he held it against me for months but goes on about forgiving and how its important to move on 🙂

the.davidrossi: me looking at him ogling @/y/n_xo for months and then passionately disagreeing he was in love

y/n_xo: so i'm sensing some of you need therapy 🧍‍♀️

a.hotch: all of you are dead to me

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y/n_xo: i really got replaced 💔

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the.davidrossi: WHERE are you finding these???

itsjj: so... who's the wife in the relationship? 🤔

its.emilyp: it's rossi for sure

reid.gram: i would say hotch. the angle of the selfie says it all

d.morgan: nah it gotta be rossi, he types and cooks like a mom. sometimes he even be smelling like one

the.davidrossi: all of you are out of my will

d.morgan: i complimented your cooking and this is the attitude i get? choke

its.emilyp: you're probably immortal at this point, poisoning and sucking the life out of other people so you can drive us to insanity which would inevitably lead us to our doom. but i see right through you 😒

itsjj: sweetheart we need to stop watching horror movies at night time, okay?

a.hotch: it's not what it looks like!

y/n_xo: i don't know if i should cry or be disgusted >:(

a.hotch: baby, i haven't cheated. i promise you ❤

y/n_xo: omg could you imagine if you did with rossi? 💀

the.davidrossi: what is that supposed to mean? 🤨

reid.gram: she means you're old and embarrassing. and maybe even disgusting 🤷‍♂️

y/n_xo: i will physically mutilate you and feed you to wild dogs

itsjj: thanks for that, my kids are crying

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y/n_xo: my bae 😍

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reid.gram: we literally have a pending case right now y/n

y/n_xo: okay? he's still a bae 😍

reid.gram: awww really? hope you guys find out you're related 😍🤞

penny.garcia: well... at least we know those frown lines are removable 😌

reid.gram: in a time like this, his frown lines are what matters to you? imagine if he was dead

itsjj: omg imagine he was and you guys were discussing his frown lines. i'd resurrect and haunt everyone on this thread

reid.gram: don't worry, your cheeto breath would give you away instantly 🤢

penny.garcia: all i'm saying is i'd want to make sure our boss got a nice makeover one last time in the coffin. and you can't do that if you have bad indentations on your forehead 💗💗

itsjj: this alone should give you employee of the year 😍

a.hotch: i think we need to have a serious talk

d.morgan: seeing hotch not angry makes me feel deeply uncomfortable

its.emilyp: no cause same. someone poke him and see if he's alive

y/n_xo: you'd think i'd kill him? 😡

its.emilyp: if you did, there'd be no one between us would there? 😏

y/n_xo: 😳

a.hotch: i'm wide awake, thank you 😠

its.emilyp: its like he's still with us 😢 i can almost feel his presence 💔