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romanticinlove · 6 months ago

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The ex-boyfriend

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend has been trying to get back together with you for a while now. Your current boyfriend has no problem stepping in.

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content warning: Zack Bia 😟, slight mentions of a toxic relationship

a/n: enjoy!

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Because you were in the public eye, every single detail of your life was being shown at all times, that included your relationships. Your most recent ex boyfriend, Zack Bia, and you had a very public breakup because he cheated on you. Apart from the cheating, the relationship was toxic and he was a master manipulator. You knew of his reputation, but you still went along with him. You kicked yourself for it and so did everyone else. When your relationship with him was announced, everyone was so confused. Like you and him of all people. But when the relationship ended, because you ended it, people rejoiced. Everyone was so happy to hear the news. Everyone including a young football player, Jude Bellingham.

Jude had had a crush on you ever since you did a photoshoot with Prada. When he saw you on the runway for the first time, he malfunctioned. He got jealous when the pictures of you and Zack first dropped. He could not wrap his mind around the fact that you and that loser were dating. But, when the relationship ended, he took that as his in. He started off by liking and reacting to your stories, and then he dm'ed you. Nothing too crazy, just a simple "hey" with a smiling emoji. From there the two of you began talking. And soon enough, 5 months after the drama with Zack Bia, you were dating Jude Bellingham.

When the news about you and the 20-year old came out, Zack immediately tried to call you. you ignored his calls and then the texts came through.

Zack: Wtf

Zack: Why are you dating that guy???

Zack: We literally just broke up it's so obvious that you're desperate for attention.

Zack: If you wanted to be in a relationship so bad, I would've come back

Zack: I miss u

Even when you blocked his number he contacted you from another one. Once you received more and more messages, you tried to respond to him

You: Please leave me alone. Go find someone else to gaslight

Zack: see you love to thow around that word, but I don't think you actually knows what it means.

Zack: I miss you. I've changed I'm willing to prove that

You: I am dating someone else please stop

Zack: He doesn't matter. He doesn't love you like I do

Zack: I want to see you, I'm in Spain right now, come see me

You shut your phone off and sighed in frustration. Why did he have to come all this way just to bother you? You immediately called Jude.

"hello" Jude answered on the second ring. You loved how he would always answer your call, no matter what, as fast as he possibly could.

"Hey baby, are you busy right now?" You asked. You were so annoyed and needed Jude's comfort.

"no not at all why? is everything ok?"

"yeah could you just come over please" Jude could hear the desperation in your voice so he immediately got his things from his house and began to head out.

"of course, I'll be there soon"

When Jude arrived at your apartment, You explained everything to him. From how you and Zack started dating, to his constant harassment and even him being in Spain. Jude was visibly upset, but he wasn't mad at you, but at that lunatic. He hated how upset he made you and how he was trying to push his way back into your life.

" I just don't know what to do anymore" You stated "I just want to stay here with you forever, I don't want to deal with him." You were laying on Judes chest in your bed as he drew circles on your back.

"I promise he is long gone, he is bluffing. I don't think he would come all the way to Spain. Besides, I will stay with you here forever" He said as he kissed your forehead. You smiled and you both decided to watch s show together. Halfway through one of the episodes, you heard a knock at the door and looked over at Jude in confusion. Unfortunately, he was asleep, so, you got up and went to answer the door. Lo and behold, outside your door was your ex-boyfriend.

"I told you I missed you" Zack said while holding flowers.

"I don't care, I told you I'm with someone else. You and I are done." You said as you tried to close the door. He managed to push his way in. "You need to leave right now"

"No, we still need to talk, I don't like how things ended"

" You cheated on me, there end of story"

"I wouldn't have cheated if you hadn't made me" Zack told you and you looked at him in confusion and he continued. " You were always such a bitch nagging about your job, it wasn't that hard. I needed to find someone to distract myself from your constant complaining" Zack began to yell at you and You just shook your head.

"Ok I complained too much, you found someone else, everything is good again, please leave" You were getting annoyed and began to walk towards the door to open it. That's when he grabbed your arm and pushed you away from the door.

"I said we need to talk" He yelled at you and that's when Jude stepped out of the bedroom and looked at him. Jude threw a punch at him and he went down onto the couch. "Don't you ever disrespect her like that again, do you understand?" Jude got up in his face and yelled at him. He grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him out and threw him out on the concrete. He then walked over to you, who was standing near the stairs to go upstairs, a couple of feet from where it all happened.

"I'm so sorry he did that. Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" Jude said while examining you. You were completely unharmed, your wrist just hurt a little from the force used. Jude engulfed you in a hug and you rested your head in him.

"Thank you so much Jude, you have no idea how much this means to me" You said to him and you hugged him.

"You don't have to thank me for protecting you. It comes with the territory"

"I love you, Jude"

"I love you too y/n"

You both went back up to your room and continued to spend time together watching tv. Even though your last relationship caused confusion, you knew that now people would agree that you two were prefect together.

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Thank you for reading! I also wanted to let you guys know I am taking requests in case you guys wanted to send some in! also lmk If you guys think I should write about some other ppl

#bellingham x reader #bellingham #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagine #football x reader #football imagine #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader

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nnon0 · 10 months ago

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myysaints · 2 years ago

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°˖ ⊹ ꒰ LN4 ꒱ PICTURES OF YOU ─ LANDO NORRIS

LANDO NORRIS x f!model!reader

⌗︙・ summary — lando accidentally slips up on stream, revealing he has a girlfriend. chaos subsequently ensues.

genre — social media au, fc yeji from itzy

notes — as a fashion girlie myself this was like scripting my ideal life LOL. i love lando and i'm so excited for baku!!! hopefully he can haul ass and get that mclaren to podium - or at least a girl can dream. also gif not mine!!! pics are all from pinterest :) hope you enjoy this one! sorry for the crunchy quality on the tweets, can't seem to find a high quality tweet maker 😭

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narcjsistx · 1 month ago

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𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kaiser x reader

— part eight

plot: kaiser comforted you after a bad and slow breakup, but what will happen now considering what you two shared? is everything still unexpected or is there something you both simply have yet to realize?. fluff shit 'cause yeah!!

words: 4k (4016)

extra: it will probably become a multi part story, tell me if you're interested in a part nine!

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!. you can find the other parts of the story by searching in the section dedicated to bllk

You stood still while the stylist took your measurements, occasionally jotting them down in a notebook. Another woman helped you hold your arms out and yet another, sitting further to the side, selected on the tablet the colors that looked best on you. A little shiver often ran down your spine, but it was one of pure emotion: after weeks and weeks of stopping, being about to return to the catwalk seemed more beautiful than a miracle

The agency, which you had discovered was called TraumLaufsteg, was a medium fashion agency that wasn't very famous in Germany, but had all the credentials to become one. The staff had welcomed you very well, and not even after half an hour of conversation, you were already predestined for the fashion show that would take place in a few days to open the new fashion season. From spending every day at home, you now often came back late, if not later than Michael, who was always busy with his training until late at night. It was a newfound pace of life, tiring for sure, but one you had been used to for several years. Exhausting, but glorious. And then, Michael made the difference: in the silence of your apartment, in the dark of curious eyes, your love was growing day after day

In the morning you woke up in the same bed, you had breakfast together or one of you made it for the other if he or you had to leave the house early, you were busy all day and in the evening, now tired, you had dinner together on the sofa and then went to sleep together again. It was a cycle that had accustomed you right away, that had not caused you a bit of discomfort at the beginning as had happened to you in the early days of your cohabitation with Gabriel. Everything with Michael came out so frighteningly naturally, and you loved it, maybe more than you loved him

The media suspected you were making a comeback on the catwalk, by now all the social networks knew that you often entered the headquarters of TraumLaufsteg. It was obvious, but the world was waiting for you, and you would repay them. They also knew that you now lived in Germany, but you had kept the fact that you lived in Kaiser's house a secret. Everything was returning to your beloved rhythm; everything was returning to normality leaving aside the sadness that had accompanied you for so long

You were seriously starting to live again

"From the selection I made, we could go for something in silver and purple. Maybe we could also dare with black" says the woman with the tablet, approaching. You nod, still standing still "I've already walked the runway with these colors, especially purple" you say, and the woman nods "I noticed, I also analyzed some of your old shows. We already have some pieces that we can let you try on, so we can already start with a base" says the woman, and you smile at her "I get it. Allright"

"Kristal, when you're done here, get the clothes in dressing room 27. We can let her try them right now" the woman says, and immediately one of the women gets up and disappears from the room, returning a few minutes later with something to try. The dress she is holding is long and dark purple in color, and is made of a shiny material that looks like velvet. The dress has a low neckline that is decorated with rhinestones and stones, that form an elaborate design that resembles a flower. The top of the dress is tight and features a v-neckline at the back. The bottom of the dress is a mermaid, with a skirt that falls tight to the knees before expanding into a wide train, and the sleeves are long and tight. You stare enchanted at the dress, which as soon as you try it on is immediately named as yours

“It’s really beautiful” you say excitedly, looking at yourself in the mirror as the women nod in satisfaction “It seems made just for you. Our stylist will be thrilled to know you’re wearing her favorite" says the woman who seems to be called Kristal. You give her a kind smile and you feel the same emotion for your very first fashion show, which happened several years ago now

"What do you think of the one the assistant drew?" one woman says, and after a few seconds of silence the other nods, sending her to another dressing room. The girl returns with something: a silver dress, off the shoulder, in satin with a thigh high slit; it features a draped bodice and a fitted waistline that flows into a flowing skirt. It looks good on you, but not as good as the purple one. Women seem to notice and add a few notes on the tablet and notebook "Let's try the black one"

Kristal returns with a black velvet dress with gold chains; is sleeveless and has a halter neck. The chains are attached to the dress at the shoulders and waist; is fitted at the bodice and flares out at the bottom. This is definitely better than the other

"You'll scare even our models already in the agency, trust me Y/n. You're already ahead of the game, and you will shine"

"If you order that shit again I swear I'll take all my stuff and leave the house" you say, chewing in disgust the dinner that Michael ordered this time. He laughs, nudging you as he takes another helping of his food "Stop it. It's not that bad" he says, but you would have every right to tell him that it is absolutely shit "I don't even know what's in it and I don't even want to find out" you say "It's just vegetables and yogurt sauce" he says, and you remain impassive "You're not going to change my mind, Micheal Kaiser"

It's more than midnight, you've been home less than an hour and Kaiser just twenty minutes ago. The agency kept you much longer than expected and he had something with Bastard Munchen. Sitting on the couch, next to each other, snug as mussels, you have dinner as you've become accustomed to: couch, TV turned on to the match replay channel and fairly unpleasant food. It's become a habit to be like this by now, completely messing up meal times; but only in the evening is the time when you can be completely close. And then you don't mind having Michael's arm around your shoulders, to keep you closer to him

"Today was the dress fitting, they gave me a really nice one. They say it could be one of the best catwalk comebacks in recent years" you say, lazily watching the television, which is showing the replay of a match that Michael played a few months ago. Ness appears on the screen, easily passing the opponents of the Colombian team

"Nothing I didn't expect" he says after swallowing the food "I was wondering something on the way home" he says. Benedict, a teammate, takes the ball after Ness's pass, dribbling past a boy who's taller than a two legged bear

"Like?" you ask turning towards him

"Usually when they offer us players a collaboration they give us all the information about the agency, whether it's fashion or some bullshit like that. They force us to read contracts hundreds of meters long just to get us to sign a stupid signature" he says, and you nod "Well, they give us a lot of information. But from what you've been telling me from the beginning, it seems to me that this agency hasn't given you much more information besides some that you asked for. It seems strange to me, that's all"

You think about his words. In reality he is not entirely wrong, taking away some information that you had, you were not told much. You do not deny that you had had a lot of other proposals from other agencies, but you had chosen this one because it seemed interesting to you. You had searched on the Internet, and beyond some basic information on their site or some other review, there was nothing else. The founder was unknown, you only knew that he was someone extremely rich who was more important in the world of photography than fashion. You had signed a contract with them pretty much the same day, but now because of this thing Kaiser had told you, you were thinking that accepting pretty much right away wasn't the best idea

You also had to admit that the only agency you had worked for was Gabriel's, which had practically always made you the best. You were inexperienced in this field.

"I hadn't thought about it, I have to be honest. But I think they did because they're not a very well known agency, and they probably don't know how contracts and everything work. I talked to a few other models and now that I think about it they seemed a bit perplexed" you say thinking

"So how long have you been working for the agency?" you ask, sipping a coffee that they just brought you "Oh! At least three years, or something like that" says the woman, who you've discovered is a little younger than you and on hers first catwalks "I'm glad! They all seem very welcoming, or at least at the beginning" you say, playing it down, and the girl laughs but you see her a little perplexed "Did I say something wrong?" you say, and he shakes her hands "No, no absolutely! I was just thinking... well, I can't complain about the staff, not even the photographers actually. But they're quite stupid, if I may say so, in their contracts or in their management" says the woman, and you find yourself a little surprised by her words "Like?" you ask "Oh, well... I was listed as their model but the contract had expired at least a year ago. Which I didn't know, let's be specific! I had to find out because of a coincidence... let's say they're not very precise about this, y'know" she says, and you nod "Did you have any problems too?" she asks, but you shake your head "Oh, no. Actually none. Or at least for the moment..." you say thinking about it "Yeah, maybe it was just my coincidence" she says sipping her drink

"But I think I'm safe. They're treating me like a precious jewel and at the same time I'm not afraid to pay a lawyer in case something happens" you say, and Micheal chuckles slightly at your words "I understand. Do as you wish. I'm just telling you to be careful, because I don't have a good feeling" he says, and you huff and rest your head on his shoulder "Less worries and more nice food" you say, and this time you're the one laughing because of Micheal's annoyed face

“Anyway, I was wondering…” you say, after a bit of silence. The TV was turned off a while ago, after the replay of Kaiser’s goal in the old game. The food boxes are now scattered on the coffee table, promising you that you’ll throw them in the trash before going to bed “Hmm?” he murmurs, stopping to run his hand up and down your back, while you’re lying on top of him “I didn’t tell you to stop. I was saying… the fashion show is coming up soon, right?” you say, and he nods "Less than a week. Or something like that" he says, and it's you this time who nods "Yes. The night of your game" you say "I already told you I'll be there. It doesn't take me that long to shower and come over to wherever you are" he says, huffing but affectionately "I know. But at the same time I don't want you to have to rush for a simple fashion show. You can just come backstage after I'm done" you say, and he shakes his head "It's your moment, a moment that you deserve by the way. How can I not be when I know my girl is going to shine?" he says

Even after all the kisses and nights spent together, this name still has a certain effect on you. He's used it a lot since you've been together, and every time it seems to strike a chord in you that sounds so loving for the boy called 'the emperor'. You smile almost spontaneously, tilting your head so that it ends up against his arm. Being loved again is so damn good that sometimes you wonder if you were seriously so stupid as not to notice Kaiser when you were comparing him to Gabriel

You were hating the cover, which you knew would last a long time, but you knew it was the best decision, although at the same time you knew how Micheal was ready to break it any time you wanted. It's just that now, with all the love you have, you feel like you don't deserve it because you're not used to it. You're not used to good morning kisses, hugs when you get home, caresses while you're doing something else. You're used to sharp jokes when you've done something slightly wrong, you're used to moments of silence when you have no desire other than to talk, you're used to an empty house for days on end without anyone bothering to come. You weren't used to all those little attentions that Gabriel had given you only at the beginning of the relationship, and that he did every now and then to keep you tied to his finger. You're used to your ex, and not to the wonderful boyfriend you now have and who you knew would always treat you well, in friendship and in a possible love. The difference is that now this boy was the same one who was kissing you. You didn't even know when he started, but it must have been a few seconds ago because his lips were still a tad cold. You kissed him back, resting your hand against his cheek as he continued to move his hand up and down your back, sending many small, beautiful shivers down your spine. You smile through the kiss, and when he pulls away a few millimeters it's only to come back rougher, but not before whispering something to you "You have no idea how much I just want to see you shine from now on. Act and live like the empress you are"

You were really fucked up. And you loved it.

The floral and sugary smell that could be felt in the room was gradually becoming stronger and more present. They were spraying it on the models, on their clothes, on their bags and on their accessories. Everything was now at the end and soon the most beautiful and absurd chaos ever would break out. For each model, and you could count at least 20, there were on average two or three assistants who fixed the make up or the dress. Instead, you had around you about ten assistants who for at least an hour did not let you take even a step forward. The purple dress was shining on you, and the makeup only made you more detailed according to Kristal. There were ten minutes left until the show started, and the thrills of emotion were getting stronger and stronger

You had announced on your social media account that you would be attending the show only yesterday afternoon. The media had exploded, literally exploded: the speculation of your return had just been verified as true, and the last spots of the show had already been booked by your fans. The organizers had even had to add another section of seats due to demand, and this was all because of you. Now it was just a matter of finishing the job, walking that damned catwalk and showing that you didn't give a shit about Gabriel anymore, that he had destroyed you but that you still had your life in your hands

"Two minutes, hurry up!" someone shouts, and the hands on you become even faster. You smile, because it's the only thing you know how to do, thinking that now you're really giving meaning to so many tears you've shed, that now you're really coming back, and that there's someone, an entire audience, waiting for you beyond this cloth. An audience in which you know there's also Michael, who after winning the match this afternoon has catapulted himself into the first row of seats, the closest to the catwalk and then to you

"One minute, get in line!" a woman shouts, and someone tells you how to move, putting you at the front of the line of people behind you, which now seems like at least 30. You nod at the assistants' last words of advice, which you don't really hear because you've been a professional for a few years and have learned them by heart: look straight ahead, take a firm step and the show goes on at all costs, literally all

The opening music starts. The cloth is hoisted above and a series of spotlights are projected towards you, who begins to walk straight towards the audience. The music chosen for you begins to reach your ears, and as soon as your figure is visible to the audience, the crowd erupts in a roar that you cannot describe. You smile determinedly, step controlled, emotions in order even if you literally want to scream with happiness. You are back, you are officially back on track

You walk, you show your dress, nothing you haven't done a million times, but this time it has a sweeter taste. The flashes of the photographers illuminate you, making the dark purple of the fabric respond. The crowd watches, tries to greet you, everyone at this moment has their eyes on you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, something they've never seen

"And after a break from the spotlight, the most anticipated return of the moment in the world of fashion: Y/n L/s, in a dress by German designer Ursula..." says the presenter, but you stop listening when, in the front row, you see Kaiser's face: he looks at you like the others, as if they had never seen a person like that, but with an affection that only you can understand. It's love, and you know it well. It's a reciprocated love, that you return with your eyes the moment you pass in front of him. You want to shine for everyone tonight, but most of all for yourself and for him, who gave you the push to start over

You walk until you reach the end of your shift, where you stop before the exit of the catwalk: you turn around and throw a flying kiss to the audience, who responds with such an energy that it makes you emotional, when you go back backstage. You return to the dark, and the moment of glory ends; the assistants and models still in line congratulate you, and you can only thank them gratefully. You shed a few tears, but they are of joy. You feel so damn alive right now

The show continues, the whole crowd appreciates every single dress, but especially yours. Almost an hour later you are back on the catwalk, along with all the other models after the final walk; you smile, there is someone crying but you don't blame them. You look at Michael for practically every second, and you really want to run and hug him, scream "see? I did it, I really did it!" but you know you have to wait a little longer before doing so

"...and after this speech, which I admit I made with my heart in my throat knowing the importance of this show, I would like to thank someone who is really important to me and for all the work that is behind all this" says the designer, after having concluded her speech. You look at her, curious about who she wants to name and of whom you know nothing. It is actually true, they have not yet given you the information you were talking about with Kaiser that evening

"I would like to ask the crowd to give a huge round of applause for Gabriel Dicardio!" says the woman

Gabriel. Gabriel Dicardio. Gabriel, your ex. The man who gave you the worst time of your life in the last few months and destroyed you. What the fuck is Gabriel doing here?. The boy steps onto the catwalk, waving to the crowd as he approaches the designer. They seem friendly with each other, as if they have known each other for years, so much so that he kisses her cheek as if nothing had happened: you don't remember him ever speaking to you about this woman during your relationship. You remain still, practically petrified. He knew you were here, he knew it perfectly from the beginning

"I think Ursula shouldn't thank me. The dresses are hers, great as always and each time they seem to be even more precise. Instead, I want to thank her for all her precision and the organizers of the fashion show, because they did a job without a single mistake. Being the second founder of the agency has always been close to my heart, because I know how much the fashion market here in Germany can still shine and bring great results" he says, and at the end of the sentence he turns to you, smiling at you. But you're not smiling anymore, you can't even breathe anymore since he's just a few meters away from you again

What does founder mean? Did he create this agency? Didn't he only have an Italian one?

"You shouldn't, Gabriel. In fact, it's me who's thanking you again. Rather, you know our tradition well... right? Come on, it should be even more pleasant than usual since she's there!" Ursula says laughing, and Gabriel nods "Definitely. Your tradition of always having the last photo with the guest of the evening taken with the main model of the evening... what a strange tradition, who knows who invented it" he says laughing, and your blood runs cold. You are the main model

You have to get closer to Gabriel again, and only now the feeling makes you want to throw up. Everyone pretends that there isn't a worldwide scandal going on between the two of you, as if he hadn't been throwing shit at you a few hours ago like he's been doing since this all started. You stand there, unable to move while the other models encourage you to keep going. You don't want to go on, you don't want to. You don't want to be even remotely in Gabriel's sphere of contact, to feel his hands on your body again. Petrified, you seek Kaiser's gaze, which shines with the same emotion as you: he is amazed, if not downright angry. He reflect yourself in his cerulean eyes, and you feel like you're about to have a panic attack if it's not already underway

The models push you towards Gabriel, who grabs you with one hand on your hip and the other in his pocket. The photographers start taking pictures of you together, even though you can't smile now, unlike him, who comes out perfect in the photos. A void forms inside you, eating you alive as you slowly disappear and the last part of your sanity goes away. Everyone laughs, jokes, lives. You are thinking about running away, about how disgusting his hands are on your skin and how the panic attack is becoming more and more present

"Smile. They're loving us" he whispers, while you don't even know how to move a simple arm because of the situation "Get ready, because the second act between us is about to begin"

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 11 months ago

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Sonny Carisi: Tears For A Good Man

I was writing a Nick Amaro story. This popped into my head, and it wouldn’t let go. My first attempt at another one of my favorite SVU men Carisi. I was nervous to write him, but I had so much fun with it. Someone has to tell me if I hit his character right.

Your mind is in a whirlwind. You have no idea how you’ve come to be at this spot in your life. It doesn’t feel real. Your life wasn’t like this. Good things just didn’t happen to you like this. So, you just watched the scene play out in front of you through misty eyes. Time had slowed, and words were taking longer to process adding to the surreal state.

Sonny didn’t notice as he pulled Chinese food boxes from a paper bag and set them on your desk. He was chatting animally, about how he wasn’t sure if you were still trying to cut back on carbs, and that you really didn’t need to. He had been craving Chinese and he thought you should eat some too. He honestly liked his woman with meat on their bones, curves, he was Italian after all. But he had gotten you a salad too.

You had been the one complaining to him last week that since you had started seeing him two months ago you had gained almost ten pounds and now your pants were tight. Sonny was an amazing cook and he loved to feed you. You loved to eat his cooking, but he couldn’t really be okay with you gaining weight, could he? No man was like that. They were visual, they wanted their woman to look like they had just walked off the runway impossibly small. It had been a hard pill to swallow as you had started dating in high school. As you had gotten older it hadn’t gotten better. Men had a way of giving women body issues.

“I got you a Coke before I remembered that you're giving up pop too. So, I got you a Raspberry Lemonade instead.” He was setting the drinks on the desk as he spoke, “Then I remembered how much sugar it had and got you water. I got tell you though doll, a salad and water doesn’t sound like much of a meal to me.” There was a twinge of exasperation in his voice.

You feel tears start to roll down your face. Sonny had only texted you an hour beforehand to see if you had time for a quick lunch. You had expected to just meet him somewhere, you didn’t have a lot of time but enough to sit down and eat. You hadn't expected him to come over with a feast of Chinese food for the both of you, a salad if you decided you wanted to continue your healthy eating, and three different drinks because honestly who did that? You would blame the tears on PMS because in what world does a girl start crying because her boyfriend is being nice and respectful to her.

When Sonny turns and sees your tears, he cuts off midsentence concern written all over his face. “Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong sweetheart?” You can’t say anything emotions bubbling up through your stomach. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to.” You roll your eyes at yourself for being stupid, not him. When Sonny sees it, he doesn’t interpret it that way. He reaches for you putting a hand on your shoulder. His voice lowered to almost a whisper, “Is it because I brought that salad? Honey, I don’t want you to eat that. I was just,” He groaned bringing his other hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I was just trying to be respectful of your decisions. In hindsight, I can see how it looks bad though.” His voice is tense and then changes to a more upbeat problem-solving tone, “I’ll just go get you something different. Anything you want, just tell me.”

You shake your head at the absolute absurdity of this situation. You finally find your voice, “Sonny please, stop.” He pauses near the closed door of your office. “It’s not the salad. I-I'm just being stupid.” He walked back up to you, caressing your tearstained cheek and wiping at the stray tears with his thumb. Sonny had always been a problem solver, so his mind went to the next possible problem.

“Am I moving too fast again?” That was something you had told Sonny. It had been in a serious conversation right as you agreed to start a relationship where you had admitted that his confidence and speed of the relationship scared your jaded fragile heart. You had admitted none of your relationships had lasted over six months and that you were nervous about ruining the good thing that the two of you had. “I’m trying to keep it slow baby, but it’s something new to me. I didn’t think lunch would be a big deal. I mean we have before-” Your lower lip trembled as you saw the frustration in his face. You were forcing your insecurity onto him.

“No Sonny, you're not.” You wrap your hands around his shoulders pulling him tightly to you, he is stunned for a minute before returning the embrace heartily rubbing you back comfortingly. “Thank you,” You whisper in his ear squeezing him tighter.

“Um, I-I'm not going to lie doll, I’m coming up empty on this one.” One of his hands is still rubbing your back, the other twisted into your hair. Your next words make the tension fall from his shoulders as he kisses your head before tucking it back under his chin.

“Thank you, for showing me what a good man is really like.”

I know it was short, but this was just to get my feet wet. I love Sonny but I’ve never written a character like him before. I hope everyone finds their Carisi. If you haven’t, you're in good company. Love you guys xoxo

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honeyjars-sims · 4 months ago

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Drag Superstar Episode 1: Dollar Store Drag

[The queens enter the workroom]

David/Valerie: [in a confessional] My name is Valerie Galloway and I'm from the House of Galloway. I’ve been doing drag since before some of these queens learned to tie their shoes. I took some time off while my kids were younger, but it didn’t slow me down. I’m like wine, I get better with age!

Michael B./Jacqueline: [screaming] That’s my sister!

David/Valerie: [hugging Jacqueline] I knew you weren’t going on a cruise!

Michael B./Jacqueline: I’m so happy to see you here! It’s just too bad I’m gonna have to send you home. No, I’m just joking. Watch your back, though! [laughs]

David/Valerie: [in a confessional] I’m so excited that my drag sister Jacqueline is here! The only thing better than one Galloway is two Galloways!

Diamond: [enters the work room and greets the queens out of drag] Well, hellooooooooooo my queens! Welcome to Drag Superstar. You’ve all been chosen because you have something special that sets you apart from the rest. It’s your time to show the world what you’ve got–but only one of you will earn the title of Drag Superstar.

Every week you will be given a challenge that demonstrates skills a drag queen needs to achieve success. You will be judged on the main stage where I will decide who met the criteria the best. Whoever does the worst will be sent home.

Your first challenge is to create a futuristic runway look using items from the dollar store. Stars, start shining!

[Diamond leaves and the queens change out of their drag looks and into their everyday looks. They get to work on their outfits for the challenge]

Darren/Velvet: Who here knows how to sew?

David/Valerie: I know my way around a sewing machine.

Michael D./Lady Astrid: I have experience with costuming from my theater background.

Kyle/Kylee: I’ve never used a sewing machine.

[Everyone gasps]

Michael B./Jacqueline: How do you make it on to this show without knowing how to sew?

Bridget/Vapore: At least tell me you can use a glue gun!

Kyle/Kylee: I don’t need to sew, I just buy my clothes.

Eva/Vixen: Well, someone has to go home first!

[The queens complete their looks and are ready to present them on the main stage for judging.]

Diamond: Thank you, queens! It's time to hear from the judges. Penny, a penny for your thoughts?

Penny: Everyone looks wonderful! Lady Astrid, your look is my favorite! The garment is constructed beautifully and the glittery beard is the perfect finishing touch.

Izzy: I agree about the garment, but I don't get the beard at all!

Diego: I'm with Penny on this one--I love how you played with gender here. If we're critiquing, I'd say Kylee's look is pretty but she's just not giving at the level of the other queens.

Diamond: Thank you, judges. Based on your futuristic looks, I've made some decisions. Darla, Jacqueline, Valerie, Vapore, Velvet, and Vixen, you are all safe to shine another day.

Lady Astrid, you are the winner of this week's challenge!

Kylee, I'm sorry, but it's not your time to shine. You will be leaving the competition tonight.

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cry-ptidd · 1 year ago

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Me and my sister watched Hellsing together. Here's her opinion on the characters

- Alucard: "He's a cunt, but he's entertaining. I'd probably pay to see him in a strip club. I didn't like him and his shit-eating grin and 'master' bullshit at first, but he grew on me quick and i don't like that he grew on me. He's a complex character, and he's hot asf when he cries. Also I wish we'd seen his Dracula form for longer; that was awesome. Him and Anderson had a thing going on."

- Seras: "Didn't really mind her at first, but liked her after she drank blood. Her transformation and the guns are really fucking cool. I didn't like her voice and her whining at first but it got better after a few episodes. I like her when her personality became a little bit more spunky. Her story's fucked up."

- Integra: "Absolute bad bitch. Her attitude reminds me of myself so idk if I should like it or hate it, she's got a lot of pride which I respect. Really human and I like it, she takes no one's shit and she's a badass. Didn't even FLINCH when she got her eye shot out. Girlboss. She gives me ace vibes also."

- Walter: "I liked him, he was funny. And then he betrayed everyone and became emo. He gave good advice, and he was cool as hell with that wise older veteran vibe. I'm disappointed in him, but the plot twist was actually good. You'd notice the signs if you suspected him from the beginning."

- Pip: "He's FINE. I'd braid his hair any day. I was in love and then I mourned. I'm widowed. He was hilarious, plus his voice actor nailed the French. My favorite character. Screeched when he came back. He's a good leader and I loved his speeches, also his death made me cry. And I don't often cry when watching anime."

- Anderson: "kinda neutral. I didn't like him at first, he was obnoxious as fuck. Then he respected women and opposed Maxwell and his orders so he grew in my esteem a bit. His character is cool as fuck tho. I wish he didn't turn into a monster, he fell to the same level as Alucard. It's like human greed or desperation for power. Him and Alucard had a thing going on."

- Enrico Maxwell: "Lucius Malfoy. I hate him but not the one I hate most."

- Heinkel & Yumie: "Really like these two lesbians. So cool and I respect their resolve, especially Heinkel's. Rip Yumi. You were cool. Heinkel being intersex is a dope detail, she's very androgynous too. I like their designs."

- The major: "Augustus Gloop? I like the fact he refused vampirism, that was cool, but he's an actual fucking sociopath and I hate him"

- The Captain: "Ngl, I actually find him quite dope, aside from the nazi thing. Literally no one respected him, that shit had me crying. His face is pretty and his tits are big, even if he looks a bit goofy at times. Wish we'd seen more of him. I felt kinda bad when he got defeated."

- Schrödinger: "I want this thing dead"

- Rip van winkle: "She gives me the vibes of a Dr Seuss character."

- Zorin: "Bleach Ichigo knockoff. Fuck this bitch in particular I hate her"

- The Valentine brothers: "A slav squat necrophile and his gay brother that used to be a runway model but got cancelled after a scandal"

Overall: A hit, neither of us expected her to like it. She likes the political and literary aspects, and also finds the characters interesting. She doesn't really know how to feel about the ending; she considers it realistic and a good end, but she wished it was more epic. But from a writing perspective it's good. Also she lowkey wished Alucard would turn Integra into a vampire, just because it would be cool. Now we send each other memes about it. She calls Nendocard a whore when she passes by him, but says she'd buy a Pip nendo in a heartbeat

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zcorners120 · 1 year ago

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Could you do model x any driver if your choice?

ofc ! ever so sorry it took me absolute months

catwalk; charles leclerc x fem!reader

synopsis; charles’ appears at a fashion show unknown to the fact that his model crush is opening the show

warnings; flirting ? idk

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His publicist nagging, “You need some exposure in the summer break, especially with you and Gisele going on.”

“What’s the point if she’s not even going to be there? Id rather just meet her at dinner or something.” He responds, waving his hand about.

She sighs, and he continues staring up at the ceiling of his home office, playing with the strings of his jumper.

She turned to face him, biting her tongue slightly.

“You’re going, I have your sponsors and partnerships on my back and they need endorsement. End of story.”

Rolling his eyes, like a mother bothering her son.

Sitting impatiently in an uncomfortable white chair surrounded by the ambience of a shitty slow jazz, elevator music.

With a dramatic change in tempo, the lights shine onto the start of the runway, enveloping the bouncy golden hair, and slender physique that of Gisele.

Charles’ breath falters, sending him into a silent fit of choked coughs as he watches her strut, slowly spinning and smiling.

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fendixlexii · 17 days ago

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A Thin Line Between Fame & A Genius: Chapter One.

(I DONT OWN THIS GIF, FOUNDED ON PINTEREST)

Faizah Alston. Better yet known as the Amorous Runway model. She's gorgeous, exquisite, magnificent, and much more. What happens when Faizah suddenly gets a stalker so viciously to the point that the FBI has to be involved in this case and someone catches her eye?

T/W: THIS STORY ALSO INVOLVES: Mature Themes, Smut (eventually), Mental Health, Stalking, Obsession, Violence, Abuse, Sensitive Content, Sexual Harassment/ Assualt, death, and drugs.

I'D LIKE YOU TO BE WARNED, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

"Good Morning, world. My name is Scarlet Cree, and this is FNews reporting to you live today to let you guys know the behind-the-scenes of the model runway. Faizah Alston, better known as the Amorous Runway model. She is often known as the most graceful model that mankind ever has to offer! So just imagine my surprise when I discovered she has a stalker!"

The crowd gasps and starts to murmur.

"I know, I know! It has happened to our famous stars Taylor Swift, Drew Berrymore, Britney Spears, and all others, but for Faizah Alston, it has seemingly gotten worse. At one of her showcases, it was reported that when the show was over, the models went backstage to their dressing rooms, and a black box with a red Ribbon around it was in front of Faizah's door. When she opened the box, she found TWO dead cats inside the box with their hearts out along with a letter stating, 'Don't worry my beloved, we will be together soon but take this as a sign that I won't let anything in the path to get to you.' Let's keep our lovely Amorous Runway model in our prayers and send her our blessing-

What was once a beautiful pair of my Christian Louboutin So Kate Patent Leather Pumps on my feet, one of my pumps was now into television, causing a big hole right in the middle.

"WHAT THE ENTIRE FUCK FAIZAH!" my agent, Alex Blake, says as he was startled by the sudden noise when I threw one of my Christian Louboutin leather pumps at the television, causing it to break.

"HOW-" I cut myself off by rubbing my hand on my chest and trying to calm myself down. I take a deep breath. "Alex, how did she get this information?" I ask more calmly

"I don't know, Im honestly on the move right now trying to find out, Hold on, im getting a call, but until then, please try not to wear any shoes to not throw at anything," he says, answering his phone and walking away.

Honestly, I don't know how the hell she knows, my team and I wanted this to be as quiet as possible, this can cause bad publicity, and not only that, I just don't want people in my business. I think I deserve privacy, but unfortunately, that's the price you pay when you are famous. But I have to keep a cool head, never get out of character, and most importantly, never show your heart that's in your chest. At least, that's what my auntie always told me.

Thank Lord, she's dead, but that's for another time.

I walked into the room that Alex was in as he finished his phone call so I could talk to him about my next show in a few hours.

"yes, yes! Okay, we'll see you there, thank you so much." Alex said as he got off the phone

"What makes you so happy all of a sudden?"

"We can go to your next show, but you are going to have to go to Quantico and stay there for a while until this 'stalker' is gone for good." He turns to me with a smile on his face.

"One, Why are you using air quotes, and two, No, My life is in New York, I can't just move away," I said sternly.

"My dear Amorous," he says while cupping my face.

"I have to keep you safe from this sicko stalker here; I can't risk anything happening to you, especially you. Your safety matters at this point, and not only that, what if you are doing a show and this 'stalker' goes up on the runway and does something to you? If they can go backstage to your dressing room to leave not one, but two damn dead cats? That should be telling you something, Faizah. You're going to Quantico, and that's final." he kisses my forehead.

"Okay, Sir, so let's say if I go to Quantico, am I going to get the protection there, and when I say protection, I mean full-blown police, army, homeland security type protection there," I said in a serious tone.

"It's funny that you said that. I just got off the phone with one of my friends in the FBI over there, and you are going to have all the security over there, so you will be safe.

I take a moment to take in on what Alex just told me.

"Okay, fine. Is the rest of my team on notice, and did you have them sign NDAs? cause as much as I love them; I can't risk anybody knowing where I am." I asked

"I already did, Amorous." I smiled

"Thank you, Alexander, now, when should I start to prepare for the show?" I asked with a more glorious tone

"You can start getting ready now because I know how long you take."

"Don't sweat the technique, Alex, and besides, like Beyonce said: "It should cost a billion to look this good," I said while walking to my walk-in closet. "Be safe leaving Alex!" I yell

"I will; I'll see you in four hours I'll also send a car to get you for the show!" Alex yells back while leaving and locking the door.

Now that I'm finally alone, I lay down on the fluffy carpet filled with anger and shame. I've never been the one to show my feelings in front of people; I never want anyone to know my emotions because they'll use them against me. So, to not let anyone use, lose, and abuse me, I never let them show. I'm so afraid as well because of this damn stalker. What if they do something much worse, what if they kill-

Wait, I'm spiraling; you need to get ready for the show.

As I began to get up and walk towards my vanity, I heard my phone ring.

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, And they're like, it's better than yours, damn right it's better than yours, I can teach you, but I have to charge~"

One of the members of the stylist's team calls me.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Alston, im downstairs so I can get you ready for the show."

"Yes, good afternoon, I'll send security to bring you up," I said, hanging up.

I'll never get used to getting ready twice. See, the reason why im getting ready now is to always look beautiful in front of the paparazzi, when one of the peasants says that you look a little off, they'll drag your name beyond the firey pits of hell. And I REFUSE to let that happen to me. It becomes a drag when I have to get ready again when I’m doing a show. That's the price to pay to become a model.

When I heard three knocks on the door, I walked towards to answer it.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Alston, are you ready?"

"yes, I am, you can set it up in my walk-in closet; thank you for coming."

I may sometimes be a bitch, but I’m a bitch with manners.

A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading my first ever chapter on tumblr/wattpad! If you guys have any notes or suggestions on how I can improve my writing, please feel free to let me know! Follow, like, and please reblog, Happy reading!

* I DON’T GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION FOR ANYONE TO TRANSLATE/ REPOST MY WORK!

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bogwaterparasite · 25 days ago

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A/N: Third chapter and oh lord… no wonder this project was abandoned LMFAOOOO, uhm, well!! I hope you guys enjoy this? I practically rewrote the entire thing but kept the whole plot I had in mind at the moment, so you might see a change in the writing. It seems like I also only had 3 chapters, and honestly? I don’t know where to take it from here.

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Growing up teaches you a harsh reality that not many are able to accept, days off are a myth. Even when you're supposed to be relaxing, there's always something demanding your attention. For high school students like me, "free time" is just another opportunity to study, to prepare for the next exam, to keep that perfect grade that might not even matter in the grand scheme of things. Weekends become a continuous cycle of burning words and numbers into your brain, hoping to maintain that elusive 100 on a piece of paper.

This particular weekend, I found myself drawn home to study, seeking some undefined comfort in family proximity. Looking back, I'm not sure it was the smartest decision.

The cacophony of my family home crashed against my already frayed nerves. My mother's music battled with the construction-level noise of my younger nephews, her occasional disciplinary yells cutting through the chaos. The two earbuds wedged in my ears offered minimal protection, more a psychological shield than an actual sound barrier. Typically this wouldn’t have bothered me, my family is huge and the years of being in this exact position should’ve made me immune to the noise, but no. Stress has a way of amplifying every sound, every movement, until the world feels like it's pressing down on you.

When my nephew's cry pierced through my music, something inside me cracked. I needed to escape before I joined him in tears.

"Alvaro Deja eso ah- Mija? Where are you going? Do you have practice today or something?"

My mom paused her cleaning, lowering the vacuum's roar and dimming her music. I fumbled with my shoes, leaning against the wall for support as I struggled to slip on the boots.

"No, I'm gonna head to the coffee shop for something to eat. I'm craving a croissant," I replied, managing a light chuckle.

She rolled her eyes. "Tu y esas cochinadas.. Be back before dinner, alright? And don't fill yourself up with food, it's bad for you!"

"Yeah yeah, I know."

After finally getting able to get the shoes on my feet, I proceeded to pick up the bag on the floor, quickly slipping it over my shoulder before walking to her side, giving a quick kiss on her cheek, and practically bolting through the door.

Brooklyn's streets were a symphony of urban noise - horns honking, construction drilling, people chattering. But with my earbuds firmly in place, the world transformed. As corny as it sounds, the music became my runway, and suddenly, I was more than just a stressed teenager. I was a model, head high, stride confident, face stoic. It was a momentary escape, a fantasy that I fabricated to escape the reality that haunted me, a fantasy that lasted right up until the mortifying thought of someone reading my mind would snap me back to reality.

The familiar cafe welcomed me, a sanctuary of warmth and routine. In the corner behind the counter you could see, and hear, Linda and her husband, an elderly couple who'd run this place for decades, who continued their eternal love story. They laughed like teenagers, their connection a beacon of hope in a world of fleeting connections and situationships. Some part of me hoped someday I would be able to have something like that, a relationship so full of love despite being together for so long. But during this day and age? It’s highly unlikely

I took out the earbuds from my ears, pausing the music from my phone as Linda greeted me with her usual brightness. We chatted about school, her children, their latest adventures. Talking with her was like a breath of fresh air, a small moment of genuine human connection that could lift even the heaviest mood.

After our conversation, I settled at a window counter, laptop out, diving deep into my studies. The world around me dissolved. Sounds became a distant buzz, my focus laser-sharp on the screen, analyzing every word, every detail.

"Weirdo..."

The coffee shop had always been his sanctuary - a place of quiet study just blocks from home. Today, however, something felt different. Different, because *she* was also there.

Miles caught sight of her hunched over her laptop, that distinctive hairstyle instantly recognizable. A smile crept across his lips before he could stop it. He'd never considered himself particularly social. Just days ago, she was just another face in his biology class - someone who existed out of the corner of his eye, boring and easily ignored. So why couldn't he stop thinking about her now?

Grabbing his usual drink, Miles approached her table with a casualness that mimicked his usual demeanor. He sat down besides her, avoiding any direct interaction with her. Don't seem desperate. Don't seem like you're trying

The window became his focal point, the shield against his confusing emotions. Each sip of his drink was calculated, each glance carefully measured. But concentration proved impossible. Ten minutes passed, and she remained completely absorbed in her studies, unaware of his presence.

An unfamiliar restlessness grew inside him. Irritation? Curiosity? His emotions tangled themselves into something he couldn't quite name..

Finally, he turned. His cheek rested against his knuckles while studying her profile. *Should I say something? Would she even notice?* The internal debate felt ridiculous. He, Miles Morales, was overthinking an interaction with a classmate who’s name he couldn’t even remember… ironic.

When she finally looked up, the shift in her expression was fascinating. Initial confusion transformed into recognition, surprise prominent in her face. His own lips quirked into an unexpected smile, a small laugh following afterward.

"I was wondering how long it was going to take you," he found himself speaking first, the words coming out more confident than he felt. "You need to be more aware of your surroundings, especially in public spaces. Someone could've stolen something, and you'd have no clue."

It was a deflection, really. A way to cover the fact that he'd been watching her, wondering about her, trying to understand this sudden fascination that seemed to consume him whole these last few days. His friends would never believe this. The guy known for his stoic demeanor, practically staking out a spot just to sit near someone who, mere days ago, he'd found merely tolerable? It was ridiculous.. laughable, and that just made him feel even more ridiculous.

"Are you stalking me or something?"

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could fully comprehend the situation. Before the day he lost his sketchbook, he could be compared to a ghost. A person I only saw during biology, but now? He was everywhere!! The library, the hallways, the goddamned coffee shop that I frequented.. it was only plausible to assume he was doing it on purpose!

To my surprise, he laughed at the accusation. Not a small chuckle, but a genuine, full-bodied laugh that seemed to surprise even him. His usual sharp features softened, revealing a vulnerability I'd never seen before. This all just made it contagious, a smile tugging at my lips before I started to laugh as well.

“I think it should be me asking you that question.. suddenly you’re everywhere I go. It’s getting creepy” he spoke, his laugh diminishing yet leaving a small smile remaining on his lips.

“Let me remind you that I was here first” I answered, resting my elbow on the table and leaning my cheek against the palm of my hand, “and besides, I am not the weirdo that sat there staring at an oblivious person for god knows how long”

My intentions were to tease him, however, his reaction made me realize that it indeed wasn’t the way it played out. His smile faded, his eyes falling on the window once more as he coughed to clear his throat. My smile slowly faded as well, looking away sheepishly. Maybe I’m getting too comfortable too soon? I mean, we just started talking to each other not too long ago.. I’m definitely being weird.

“Anywho..” Imitating his actions, I coughed to clear my throat. Shutting my computer close and stuffing it back into the bag. “I was already done either way. I’ll get out of your territory now”

As I was about to stand up he reached over for my bag, yanking it away and looking up to meet my eyes once again

“Chill ma, I didn’t say you had to leave” he replied nonchalantly, placing the bag back on the floor next to the bar stool where I once sat “what test were you studying for?”

As we talked, the initial awkwardness I had created dissipated. He wasn't just the intimidating boy from biology class anymore, he was something more like… a friend? I couldn’t quite place what I could associate him with. He spoke passionately about his art, his hands moving expressively, his eyes lighting up with each story. I found myself captivated, not just by his words, but by the way he revealed layers of himself I'd never imagined existed.

My gaze drifted, tracing the lines of his face - his long braids, those sharp yet soft eyes, the subtle curve of his lips, simple and minuscule details I hadn’t ever taken the time to notice. Part of me felt regret for not seeking out a relationship with him before, despite all the opportunities that I was given at the time.

Those thoughts consumed me whole, given away by the fact that I continued shamelessly staring. When he caught onto the fact, I quickly looked away, heat rising to my cheeks.

"Hey, are you even listening?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry, I zoned out," I mumbled.

“Figured.” He replied quickly, taking out his phone from his pocket and checking the time “it’s getting pretty late out. You should head home soon”

Checking my phone, I realized I was well past my mother's expected return time. Panic seized me.

"Shit... I've got to go!"

I gathered my things in a whirlwind, promising to see him at school, leaving Miles alone in the cafe.

Miles found himself trapped in a dangerous dance of denial. He was spending time with someone he'd previously dismissed, and the very thought made him uncomfortable. People had always seemed to speak about her fondly - mentions in passing during lunch, casual comments about her wit or intelligence, even his own friends had made a few comments about her in some of their classes, but he'd never paid attention. To it

When she sat back down, a strange mix of relief coursed through him, straightening himself out for a moment before returning to his typical relaxed stance

The conversation was typical of those who were just beginning to meet each other, casual comments about their classes, stuff at school.. but then the inevitable topic slipped from her lips. Art.

His whole life, art had become somewhat of a lifeline for him, an escape from a world that could either be your worst enemy or your best friend. He began talking about his passion, the way colors blended, how a single brushstroke could tell an entire story. His hands moved animatedly, revealing a vulnerability he rarely showed. Each word was a piece of himself, carefully being unwrapped and presented to her with an ease that seemed to amaze even himself.

But something was off. Her gaze seemed... different. Not quite listening, but not disinterested either. She was looking at him with an intensity that made him simultaneously uncomfortable and exhilarated.

'Am I boring her?' The thought crashed into him like a tidal wave, a new sense of nervousness beginning to rise within him. Stopping mid sentence, he began eying her carefully. Her gaze was fixed on him, her attention also focused on his being, yet not really his words. Something about her stare felt different. Admiring? Analyzing? The distinction blurred.

"Hey..? Are you listening to me?"

The spell broke. She apologized, something shifting in the air between them. He had planned to ask for her number, to formally start... something. A friendship? More? But before he could gather his thoughts, she was gone.

The walk home was a wind whirl of emotions. His mind battled with the newfound sense of intrigue that overwhelmed him whenever she was around. The questions circled like vultures, offering no resolution to his problem.

His home greeted him with a familiar emptiness. "Pa, Ma, I'm back!" The words echoed through silent rooms. His father was perpetually chasing a promotion, his mother working endless hospital shifts. Loneliness was a familiar companion.

Dropping into his chair, Miles pulled out his books. Study materials stared back, a reminder of why he'd gone to the coffee shop in the first place. Yet all he could think about was her - the way she looked at him, the conversation they'd shared.

"Stupid"

Hi hi!!! I hope you enjoyed this one last snippet, just as I was finishing with the edits I remembered some of the original story that I was gonna go with! Yet, I don’t really find the whole plot line of the female character becoming Spider-Man very interesting… I know a lot of yall don’t comment, but if you have been enjoying the story so far and decide that’s something you would like, please let me know! Otherwise I have a few alternatives to it.

#fanfiction #writing #oc x canon #cc x reader #cc x oc #earth 42 miles x reader #prowler miles x reader #earth 42 miles #miles morales x reader #spider man atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman x reader #bogwaterparasite #bogwaterparasite fanfic

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catch1ngmoths · 11 months ago

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What about Quackity with a super model girlfriend?

‧₊˚౨ৎ Super crazy with love ‧₊˚౨ৎ

Summary: head cannons about Alex with a super model gf

Note: okay so I have 8 requests in my inbox! How I do these is I write the requests from the very bottom to the top, so the people that recently requested, don’t worry!! I’m getting to yall!! <3

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♡ Bro is so down bad like what

♡ goes to all the shows where you walk down the runway

♡ As soon as he sees you walking down it, he does absolutely INSANE

♡ Most definitely films it so he can look back in awe later

♡ “GUYS PLEASE THATS MY GIRLFRIEND!!”

♡ Nobody would believe him when he finally revealed that yall were dating

♡ Then you post a picture to your story with you and him and everyone’s like Σ(°ロ°)

♡ Yall omg he’s so proud, he’s so proud to be your boyfriend

♡ but honestly, he gets very insecure

♡ He feels like he’s not good enough for you, that your to pretty to him

♡ He’s definitely had a few nights where he’s cried in your arms about not being good enough for you

♡ you’d feel your heartbreak at this, holding his shaking body while he cries into your chest

♡ EAUGHHH MY BABY .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

♡ Though once he’s reassured, he’s literally do anything for you

♡ He loves you more then anything and would defend you SO HARD

♡ If anyone said any shit about you and he saw..?

♡ OOOUUUHHHHH

♡ No becuase he’d literally go OWF, literally defending you with his life

♡ He watches edits of you when he misses you ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

♡ Overall, he loves you so much and would forever and always be your biggest fan

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#qsmp #quackity #quackity x reader #alex quackity #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackityhq #alex quackity x reader

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mayajadewrites · 9 months ago

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Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Seven: Paradise

The morning of your flight to Cabo you could not be more nervous. You’ve never been on a plane and decided to jump down the rabbit hole that is the internet and research airplanes.

Big mistake.

Levi decided an early morning flight was best, even though you would’ve loved to have slept in.

Levi checked you in and checked the bags. You ordered a lot online with the money Levi gave you, including some more risqué items that Ymir and Historia recommended.

After breezing through TSA (of course Levi Ackerman has TSA Pre-Check) it was time to wait at the gate for your flight. Your stomach was in knots thinking about being in the air for a couple of hours.

“Are you okay?” Levi nudged you with his left elbow. “You’re quiet. That’s not like you.”

“Are you trying to say I talk a lot?”

“I’m saying you ask an awful lot of questions.”

“I’m okay. I’ve just never been on a plane before.”

“It’ll be okay, I promise.” Levi reassured you as he brought his attention to his phone. You saw a text from Erwin pop up.

Erwin: Don’t do anything stupid, please. She’s a good girl.

You look away quickly, knowing you should’ve minded your own business. What Levi says to Erwin, or anyone for that matter is none of your business.

Soon enough you were at your seats on the plane. Levi got first class. You don’t know what that means but it sounds fancy.

You sink in your seat as your heart starts to race when you hear the plane making noises.

“Hey,” Levi whispered, pressing his hand on top of yours. “You’re okay. I’m here.” He laced his fingers with yours and squeezed gently. You nod, looking out the window at runway.

Take off isn’t bad. Once your eats pop, you’re as good as gold. You don’t like the feeling in your chest when the plane tilts upwards, but you get over it.

Levi took his hand off yours once the seatbelt signs were off. You can’t help but miss his touch already.

The plane ride is about 5 hours - perfect time for a nap.

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The hotel is gorgeous. Stunning, even. It’s like a hotel you see rich people go to in movies. There are several pools, palm trees, and more. The water is blue and the sand is almost white.

“Welcome to paradise!” An overly excited employee runs up to you and Levi.

Levi looks less than impressed.

“Can we just check in?” Levi’s tone is flat. Even in a gorgeous place, Levi’s attitude is the same.

“Absolutely sir. What’s your name?”

“Levi Ackerman.”

“Oh! Mr. Ackerman! You and your wife got upgraded to our best suite. It’s top of the line!”

Wife?

“Thank you.” Levi grabbed the room keys off the counter. “Tell Oscar I said thank you too.”

Levi carried your bags along with his up to the room. When he swiped the key card and opened the door - you swear you could have fainted. This room was as big as the apartment you lived in growing up.

As you walk in, you notice one bed.

“Levi…” You turn to him. “There’s only one bed.”

“Well I didn’t book this one, Oscar upgraded us out of the kindness of his heart.” Levi used air quotes. “The one I booked had 2 beds. So don’t blame me.”

One bed? You’ve shared the same house with Levi for a while now, but a bed? And you’ve never even really touched him?

Once you and Levi get settled in, you start to crave the sun.

“Let’s go outside! Tan, drink a little, maybe swim!”

“I don’t tan.” Levi peered up at you, taking his eyes off his phone screen.

“Can you get off your phone for a bit please?” You put your hands on your hips. “I didn’t come here to watch you play on your phone.”

“So what did you come here for?” Levi shoves his phone in his pocket and stands up. He walks towards you, eliminating the space between you.

“You say I ask a lot of questions, but I think it’s really you who asks most of them.” You turn around, unzipping your bag. “I’m gonna change and so are you. I’ll be in the bathroom.” You pull out your bikini and sandals.

When you emerge from the bathroom, Levi’s eyes are glued to you. He watches your thick thighs as you walk towards him. You’re wearing the bikini he specifically said he liked: high on the thigh, stringy, and barely leaving anything to the imagination.

Levi is wearing a white t-shirt with khaki colored shorts paired with sandals. His mouth is slightly open as he gazes at you.

“Ready?!” You smile as you grab your beach bag.

“Are you gonna wear a cover up?” Levi’s cheeks turned a light shade of red.

“Why? It’s hot out.”

“Because…”

“Because why?” You tilt your head to the side, placing your hands on your hips.

Levi takes a few step towards you and leans down until his lips touch your ear. “Because I can’t promise I can control myself if you don’t put something on in the next 2 minutes.”

You can’t help but smirk knowing you’re affecting him this way. You spin yourself around, giving him a full look at your ass.

“Do you want to leave this room?” Levi sucked his teeth.

“Fine.” You roll your eyes, grabbing a black dress to put over your body. “Better?”

“Barely. Lets go.” His tone was back to being serious.

Sometimes you really can’t tell if this man wants to fuck you or just wants to be your friend.

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“Levi, come in!” You swim in front of Levi as he reads his book on the lounge chair.

“No.” He doesn’t even look up from what page he’s on.

“It’s 95 degrees, how can you even stand to just lay in the heat?!” You place your hands on the pool edge. “You won’t come swimming at all with me?”

“Maybe in… 3 days.” Levi held up 3 fingers. “Leave me alone so I can finish my book.”

You huff and turn yourself around to swim to the swim-up bar. You take a seat and order some fruity drink that sounded cute.

“Well hello there. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” A man pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose.

“Thank you.” You take a sip of your drink. The man isn’t ugly by any means, so you decide to entertain a conversation. “Where are you from?” You ask, placing your drink on the counter.

“I’m from California. You?”

“Wow, all the way on the west coast. I’m from New York.”

“A New Yorker! That’s crazy, you don’t have an accent or anything.” The man leaned forward towards you as he spoke. “My name is Ryan.”

You told him your name, and the conversation continued.

As you talk, you feel a hand push you gently into… a hard surface.

That hard surface was Levi Ackerman’s upper body. You look up and see those slate eyes burning a hole in Ryan’s head.

Ryan seems to catch on to what Levi is trying to insinuate, even though no words were exchanged.

“Dude, my bad! I didn’t know she was with you.” Ryan put his hands up. “I swear! The conversation was innocent!”

Levi put his other hand on your other hip, gripping you tightly.

“She is a sight for sore eyes, right?” He tilts his head to the right, glaring at Ryan.

Then Ryan was gone.

“You swam!!” You spin your body to face Levi. You sit down on the seat in front of the bar and stare up at him. He is well sculpted, his abdominals carved out and his chest strong.

“I did.” Levi pushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Levi, I-“ Your words get caught in your throat. The way he looks right now, with water dripping off his skin and his hair messy has you speechless.

“What’s your favorite color?” You blurt out. Smooth move.

“Navy blue. Yours is… black?”

“Technically… no. My favorite color is actually sage green.”

“Any other questions? Get them out now while I’m in a good mood.”

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Pasta.”

“I knew it!!” You smile at his response, putting your hand in a fist. “I told you!”

“Are you gonna tell me yours or do I have to fish it out of you?”

“Hmmmmm.” You tap your chin with your index finger. “Does ice cream count?”

“I guess it can.” Levi chuckled, letting out a real smile. You watched his mouth curve upwards, revealing his teeth.

For the first time, you saw Levi Ackerman’s teeth. You made him laugh. A genuine laugh.

A low chuckle escaped his throat as he caressed your cheek gently. “You are so cute.”

You have never wanted to kiss anyone more than you do right now. You would love to pull Levi down, straddle his waist, and attached your mouth to his.

But you can’t. If Levi wants something, he needs to make the first move.

His lips grazed your ear as he whispered. “I can’t stop staring at you.” Levi brings his other hand on the opposite side of the ear his whispering into. “Your thighs are… hypnotizing.”

You bite your lip and turn your head to the side.

“Don’t get shy. No one knows us here.” He grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb, pulling you to face him. “We can be whoever we want to be here.”

“Whoever?” You search Levi’s eyes for a lifeline. Your body is craving him almost desperately. Goosebumps populate your skin as he touches you.

“Whoever. Who do you want to be?” You swear you could feel his tongue on your earlobe.

“I want to be a woman that’s kissed by you.” You lean into the palm of his hand as your heart rate increases.

Levi says nothing. He moves his face in front of you, letting his nose slightly touch yours. His lips are so close.

“You want me to kiss you, princess?” He whispers.

“Mhm.” You nod, almost giving in to the temptation. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Say please.” Levi’s lips are grazing yours, the touch sending electric shocks throughout your body.

“Please, Levi.” You almost whine.

“So spoiled I made you, hm?” Levi buries his fingers in your hair as he sits down. He pulls you to him, letting your legs wrap around his waist under the water.

Levi’s hand runs over the front side of your body - your stomach, your chest, to your neck. He gently grabs your neck to bring you close to him again. His fingers gently squeeze the sides of your neck, a gasp escaping your throat. Your lips are plump, begging to be touched.

Finally, Levi presses his lips to yours. You swear your brain short circuited. His lips are so soft, but so… perfect. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing the back of your thighs to the tops of his.

His tongue licks your bottom lip, begging for entry. You oblige, letting his tongue explore your mouth. You moan against his lips at the contact. Levi’s large hands move down to your ass, giving it a gently squeeze before he pulls away.

You can’t help but whine when you lose his lips.

“That’s it for now.” He kisses your cheek gently.

“You’re such a tease.” You pout, pushing yourself off of him to the seat you were in a few minutes ago.

“I’m teaching you patience. I can’t have you acting like a spoiled brat. If I do everything you want, that’s what you’ll be.”

“Two can play at that game.”

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simkoos · 2 years ago

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new year, new simbs. ✌

emery | jada

vivian | lesley

nixon | amani

tony | eleanor

(warning: tons of 4am thoughts and bad grammar below sorry sdklfs i love my lil pixel babies)

[emery quintero] is the typical shy nerd, he has a hard time making friends bc of his social anxiety/awkwardness. you’ll usually find him in a library studying and sipping on a mocha frappe

[jada cooper] LOVES fitness/sports and was actually the first girl on her school’s football team!! she’s plans on pursuing a career in physical therapy after college and finding the woman of her dreams~~~

[vivian bond] had a pretty difficult childhood which unfortunately resulted in severe trust issues. she constantly felt out of place and alienated bc she was so “different” from the other girls. she now uses her social media to share her story/experiences and has gained massive internet popularity for simply being herself!! (she also posts alt girl lookbooks and is an activist for women’s rights)

[lesley shelley] is honestly such a sweetheart! at times he can be a little TOO open and vulnerable which sometimes leads him to getting hurt. :( he lives with his new bff amani (in san myshuno) and recently opened an onlyfans account to help pay off his student loans lol

[nixon adams] is a goofy boy with two left feet (super clumsy). he’s sustained just about every minor injury you can imagine. a few years ago he was involved in a rock climbing accident in which he lost an eye and a few teeth. :((( he still continues to keep up his positive, fun loving attitude and hopes his future gf will embrace his many scars, bumps and bruises ;-;

[amani kessler] comes from a very tight knit family, (her mom is a school teacher, her dad is a detective, she has a younger sister and two fur babies). having been sheltered her entire life, she craves adventure and exploration -- take that however you want sdkljfsd

[tony b] (born charles anthony ballard) hides his past as much as he possibly can. almost no one knows he comes a from a wealthy and quite powerful family and he plans on keeping it that way. after a huge disagreement with his dad, he “legally” acquired his trust fund money and moved to san myshuno where he can safely and openly be who he wants to be!! him and his close friend, nixon work at a local tattoo/piercing shop together

[eleanor brock] was always teased for being the tall girl. little did she know, everything she had hated about herself would one day bring her great success. she’s a model/rising star in del sol valley and frequently makes appearances in reputable fashion magazines!! she hopes to walk the runway in her own designs in the future~

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #needed some fresh faces to populate my save :')#vivian is my fave #she's the alt girl of my dreams

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sinsandsuccubus · 2 years ago

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SUNDAY NIGHT - Jack Harlow

Context: “Somethin tell me that a relapse comin.”

Genre: angst

Word Count: 2.2k+

Pairings: Jack Harlow X Ex!Fem!Reader

Warnings: n/a

a/n: Okay, so this concept was based on a story post written by the wonderful @lcandothisallday , called “Promises”, which I have linked at the bottom of this post. Thank you so much for allowing me to recreate your story, I greatly appreciate it.

Also, sorry for any spelling or grammar errors, I kept disassociating when I was reading this back over.

Masterlist ☽☾

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Please don't let nothing get back to me

I've been trying to detach from you

Deep down though, I wanna know about what the fuck you been up to

Old him could have seen that coming

Fuck you I don't need nothing from ya

I was doing pretty good without you

But something tells me that a relapse coming

It was like high-school all over again. Seeing the school in similar shape as it was when you left brought back nostalgic memories. They had painted the lockers and had given the cafeteria and auditorium, as well as the gym, new looks. Of course, new desks were due, and better spirit and decor were all over the place, but overall? The place was a mirror image of memories. You traced the painted gaps of the brick walls with your finger, getting that same smooth feeling on the tip of your finger. Just as you were rounding the corner to the main hallway, you ran directly into a friend.

“Y/N?” You heard a voice speak, their hands landing on your shoulders to steady you. You looked up at the individual only to see someone you hadn’t seen in a long time.

Well, you’d seen, but not actually seen.

“Urban?” You exclaimed, almost jumping into his arms when he nodded his head.

“Holy shit! It’s so good to see you! You look gorgeous, as always.” He spoke, embracing your body in a tight hug. The black, thin-strapped dress that adorned your body as well as the matching black Louis Vuitton pumps and small diamond necklace. A beautiful tennis bracelet sat on your wrist, your hair styled to perfection, almost looking like you walked fresh off the runway.

You had made a name for yourself in your career field, which had put you in a pretty stable financial bracket.

Besides, it was always best to one-up the hoes of your old high-school at your reunion.

Especially since the Jack Harlow was in attendance.

You reflected back on those days when you both were smitten with each other, two teenagers in love. You, actually, often reflect back on it every time he posts on Instagram.

Not that you follow him on Instagram or anything.

No, you totally only see him through Urban’s account, which tags his account in things.

Right.

You and Jack had broken up shortly before his debut album, That’s What They All Say, Jack allowing the fame to take over his personal life and relationships. At least, that’s how you see things.

“Y/N, I swear it means nothing. You know that you’re everything to me, it’s all a part of the game baby. I’ve gotta remain a heartthrob for all the fans.”

“But you had to say you were single during that interview?! You couldn’t have diverted the question? Gave a different answer?”

“Like what Y/N?!”

“Oh, I don’t know Jack. Maybe ‘That’s for me to know and for you to never find out.’ Or, or! ‘I’ll leave it up to y’all to think and decide the answer.’ Anything that didn’t scream “Hey, I’m totally single and out for grabs.”

“You know that’s not it works baby. I have to follow a script.”

“Yeah, and I have to follow my gut.”

“What are you saying?”

“I want to break up.”

Sure, you had broken it off, but if Jack hadn’t played the part, you’d still be together.

Maybe.

“Yeah, and you still smell like weed Urban.”

“Seriously, it’s that bad? I thought that cologne I bought would hide the smell good enough.” He pulled up the collar of his shirt to smell himself, looking around the hallway you two were standing lone in. You laughed at his jester, slapping his shoulder.

“I swear you don’t change.”

“And neither do you Y/N.” He looked around again. “I swear Jack was just around here, he’ll be happy to see you.”

“Mm, I don’t think so.”

“Come on Y/N, don’t think like that.”

“Urban, how can I not? I broke up with him when he needed me.”

“Y/N, you and I both know that wasn’t the case. You got out before the fame got to him, which I don’t blame you for. It’s a little too much for me sometimes if you really wanna ask.” He put a hand on your shoulder, sliding it down to rest on your bicep.

“Look, 2fo and the rest of the guys are throwing an after-party after the reunion and I want you to come.”

“Urban, I don’t-“

“Don’t worry about Jack, don’t come for him. Come for me.” He looked you in the eyes, firm in his word.

“Fine. Only for you Urby.”

“I love it when you call me that.”

It was a house party. Urban had let you know before he gave you the address, and you thought it was a good idea to make a pit stop home to change the look.

Designer heels at a house party? In the backyard? Not a good idea.

Urban greeted you at the door and handed you a wine cooler, guiding you to the backyard where everyone surrounded the fire pit.

“Are there marshmallows?” You asked Urban, whispering in his ear.

“Yup. Some of the chocolate is infused though.”

“Of course it is.” You and Urban laughed before catching the eyes of a few of some other people.

“Y/N! Whatcha doin here?!” 2fo ran up and gave you a hug, squeezing you in his embrace.

“Urban invited me, figured I’d stop in.”

“Stop in? You’re staying. Come sit with us by the fire.” 2fo practically dragged you towards the pit, plopping you down in one of the free seats.

“Yo Y/N, how’s it going? How’s life?” Copelean spoke, giving you a fist bump as you set next to him. Sunni tipped his hat, proceeding to continue roasting his marshmallows.

“Pretty damn good. I made a name for myself after I graduated uni, I flew in just for the reunion.”

“How long are you here for?” 2fo asked, taking a hit off the blunt Urban passed.

“Another two days. I’m catching up with a couple of my girlfriends before heading back out.”

“And you weren’t gonna stop by?”

“I didn’t think Jack would like that.”

The area got silent, tension slowly filling the area. Before Sunni cut it with a knife.

“Y/N, I don’t think it was your fault at all. Yeah, you broke up with him, but you wanted out before the fame.” He spoke, taking a long sip of his beer.

“Yeah, and I can respect that. You never seemed like the type to be attracted to the spotlight. I remember when you got published for an article and you wanted to be published as “anonymous”. Cope spoke, laughing as he passed the blunt back to Urban.

“Listen, I was embarrassed-“

“It was good work.”

“Never said it wasn’t. I just didn’t want everyone to know it was me who wrote that long-ass paper.”

“Yeah yeah. Whatever. Either way, I don’t blame you. We all don’t. We just wish you would have stayed in touch with us at least.”

You nodded your head at all of them, them smiling in return.

“Well. Enough of that! Pass me a s’more, without the special chocolate.” Everyone laughed, Urban passing you the unopened bar of Hersey chocolate. An hour passed as you caught up with them all, sharing stories.

“Yeah, so then he thinks it’s a great idea to race with no shoes on in the dorm lobby. So then, as he rounds the corner, he slips and slides smack into the pole. That’s when I learned he was a lightweight.” Everyone laughed at your story, Urban turning his head as a figure appeared.

“Hey, every- Y/N? What are you doing here?” Jack spoke, his voice changing from happy to annoyed. You stood up, turning to face your ex.

“Nice to see you too Jack.” You folded your arms over your chest, Urban placing an arm over your shoulder as he stood.

“I invited her. It’s been a while since we’ve all seen her, I thought it would be good to catch up.”

“Yeah, without telling me. I greatly appreciate it.”

“Not everything is about you Jack.”

“No, it’s not. But I would have appreciated it if someone had told me my ex was coming.” Once again, it was silent.

“I texted you.” Urban spoke, eyeing Jack with narrow eyes.

“Yeah well, I obviously didn’t see it.”

“Yeah, and I obviously shouldn’t be here. If you’re gonna act like that.” You spoke, grabbing a napkin to wipe your hands of the remaining s’more.

“Y/N, don’t go.” Sunni spoke, now sitting up in his lawn chair.

“Actually, I think it’s a good idea.” Jack spoke, making your eyes widen.

“Okay, I get it, you’re hurt by me breaking up with you, but I’d expect you to be more mature than to hold grudges Jack.”

“Yeah, well, you thought wrong. How did you think I would react after you left me?”

“And how did you think I felt when you went on that interview?”

“You’re still on that?” Jack sighed.

“Yes, Jack! I am because that’s the main reason we broke up! I couldn’t live like that knowing I was your dirty little secret.”

“Yeah, well maybe I should have stayed single. Wouldn’t have to deal with you bitchin'.”

You stared at Jack in silence, tension higher than before. You clenched your fist, close to slapping him across the face.

“Say that one more time, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“I said, maybe I should have stay-“

“That’s enough Jack.” Urban spoke sternly, dropping his arm from your shoulders to look at him.

“What? Y’all act like she didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Because she didn’t. We all saw how you acted during that interview, and we all can see how your fans are with you now. Y/N’s not cut out for that, and you know it.” Copelean stood up, moving to stand next to you.

“Damn, so y’all really gonna do me like that?” Jack spoke, glaring at his friends.

“Don’t worry about it guys. I’ll take my leave.” You spoke firmly, spinning around and heading for the patio doors.

“Y/N, wait!” You threw your hand up in response, grabbing the keys to your car off the counter, all the while Urban took to Jack.

“Are you fucking serious dude? You couldn’t have been more of an ass?”

“What? Y’all seriously thought I’d be okay with my ex at my party? Especially that ex.”

“Look, we get it, she broke your heart, but think about it Jack. How would you feel if she went on an interview claiming she was single for the world to see?” Sunni questioned, now folding his arms now his chest.

“I would say it’s for the business.”

“Bullshit. You were furious when Jason Rudolph asked her to prom. And she rejected him right in front of you.” 2fo spoke, raising an eyebrow.

“Face it Jack, you’re upset because you let a good one get away.” Urban spoke, angrily.

“You don’t get.”

“Oh no, I think I do get it. But what you don’t see is the other side. Y/N is my friend too. I was there when she cried after she broke it off. I was there when she felt guilty about it. I was there those nights she texted you and you never responded. And I was there when she decided to move so she wouldn’t have the reminder of you constantly there. You don’t know how bad she felt. She did it to protect herself. You can’t blame her for that.”

Jack was silent. He was taking in all of the opinions of his friends. And truthfully, he believed it. He knew he was in the wrong. He truly hadn’t looked at the other side. And truthfully, he would have done the same.

You had began to start your driving playlist before Jack appeared at your window, scaring you before you chose to roll it down.

“Yes Jack?”

“Look, I’m sorry for what I said out there. I was out of line.” He moved as you stepped out of your car, looking him dead in his face as he spoke.

“I get what you did, why you did it. I understand why you broke up with me. You were only protecting yourself, putting yourself first, and I honestly don’t blame you for it. Now that I see it, I would have done the same.”

You looked at your ex, his curls shining in the, now, moonlight of the night. His crystal blue eyes stared into yours, sending shivers down your spine. Yet you stood firm in your word.

“I’m not stupid Jack. I know you probably listened to what the guys said and brought yourself out here to apologize.” You making air quotes around the apologize.

“Y/N..”

“I get it. I get it why you’re upset. I broke your heart. Trust me, I understand. But what you don’t understand is that I broke my own as well. I wanted to be with you, I wanted to see you succeed. I wanted to be there when you made it big, don’t you get that? But that interview was just a preview of what our lives could look like if we stayed together. And I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want to put myself in that position. Can you seriously hate me that much because I needed to put myself first?” You paused as you looked at him, waiting for him to say anything, anything at all.

But it was silent.

“Exactly what I thought.” You opened your car door, lowering yourself into the vehicle.

“I hope everything goes well for you Jack. And good luck with your new album.” And with that, you sped off into the night, tears in your eyes.

Please don't let nothing get back to me

I've been trying to detach from you

Deep down though, I wanna know about what the fuck you been up to

Old him could have seen that coming

Fuck you I don't need nothing from ya

I was doing pretty good without you

But something tells me that a relapse coming

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