#situasionship

[cuntstable]

thinking about klaasje …….. number one insane fictional booboo from disco elyssium. TO ME.

[pollyna]

Listen listen listen I don't have a single romantic ship in this damn tvshow but if Luca was talking about Carmy in the whole speech, he gave Marc? I can totally see them being a situasionship™️ were they weren't romantic or sexual but they were there for each other and butted heads all the fucking time - they probably have at least one matching tatto too - and Carmy made Luca better, and maybe in some ways Luca made Carmy better and Luca stayed in Copenhagen and Carmy got back in USA but Luca will always have a place if Carmy would decide to come back.

[australet789]

also, sorry for the shippers but i love 100% better the relationship between Moxxie and Blitzo than whatever Stolas and Blitzo have going on

[ceritaana]

Random Talk/Confess #Situasionship

Just want to say, jujurly, I have a crush on you, maybe you already know it. Yang awalnya becandaan tapi jadi beneran. Serius deh, ini di luar ekspektasiku tau. Karena dari awal emang ga pernah kepikiran. But you act so sweet. Walaupun kutau, kamu emang se friendly itu sih orangnyaa. HAHA

Harusnya kalau dari awal kita becanda, aku ketawa bukan malah sayang. eh

You always asked, "nggak? emang kamu enggak?"                            Jawabannya "iya, tapiiiiiiiiiiii .......". *sambil menghela napas*                      Karena kalo engga ada rasa, ngga mungkin sih aku mau ini dan itu sama kamu. Karena aku bukan tipe orang yang bisa menjalani hal seperti itu tanpa pake perasaan. Gatau deh kalo kamu. 

Tapi yaa gitu, we are too different, and I know you already have someone else. Kamu udah punya pacar. Aku selalu merasa bersalah sih tiap inget ini tapi aku nyaman sama kamu :( maapin yaaaa.

I always hold back, tiap kali mau chat atau telp duluan karena I need to kill this feeling. Tapi malah jadi si paling selalu nunggu notif. lol. Aku yang gasuka di telp apalagi video call malah jadi orang yg selalu nunggu vc dari kamu, dan malah menjadikan itu aktivitas favorit. We talked about anything dan sebenernya ga penting, tapi kok aku malah suka. Aneh.

Tapi yang selalu gabisa kutebak adalah how is your true feeling, iya perasaanmu. Aku selalu merasa kalau kamu cuma penasaran karena menemukan mainan baru. Trust issue ku sama orang emang separah itu. Dan hal ini malah bikin aku mellow sendiri, tiba tiba galau. Tapi jauuuh di dalam hatiku terdalam, asiiik, aku harap kamu ngga cuma penasaran tapi emng suka beneran. Mustahil ga sih permintaanku?

Situasionship kayak gini tuh emang gambling banget yaa untuk aku yang gapunya jalan tengah. Padahal sadar nantinya kita akan jadi asing lagi, tapi tetep milih menikmati proses untuk merayakan patah hati. Ya Allah puitis banget sih na. hahaha.

Selamat merayakan patah hati untuk Ana.

Jakarta, 5 & 7 Mei 2023

[makin-textposts]

the only reason I get why ppl might be uncomfortable seeing hobie as over 18 is because no one in the film addresses the idea of him and gwen getting together as weird considering she's like 16

Genuinely confused why people are trying to police what age people get to pretend Hobie is but whatever I can’t stop y’all and google won’t stop me from thinking he’s 23🤷🏿🤘🏿

[junocornkiwi]

"If you want something to be done perfectly - do it yourself."

"... Put that book down."

Bucky and his situasionship ally :3

since there's no zemo in that game i made his design with matching mask myself

[dustedash]

i often think about how zhoudu was in a situasionship and i have to hold myself from laughing maniacally in public every time i remember that

[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 2

Fucking Lip Gallagher!

That was all Desna could think about that day. He had even promised her he would have helped her with math, that asshole.

She was trying to study, but her fight with Lip kept repeating in her mind. She was used to it. It wasn't the first time it happened. For as much chemestry there was during sex, and how close they seemed to get everytime they did it, as they spoke there was always some distance.

Lip was like that: sassy and intelligent, but he was also a smartass and closed off. For Lip everything could be risolved with quick remarcs and everytime Desna felt like they were going somewhere in their relationship he put off acts like the one of few hours prior.

"Fuck..." she muttered as she closed her book.

"You're here, babe?" Veronica's voice came from the living room.

She liked to be called V and she was beautiful. That how Desna would describe her, beautiful inside and out. She had a great heart and she was strong, Desna hoped that one day she would have become just like V.

"In the kitchen!" Desna said. V's steps could be hear clearly, since she was wearing high heels, as always.

"I saw the lights," she said putting the keys on the table before walking towards Desna, "You're not sick, right? I thought you were going to be at the Alibi this evening," Desna smiled at her worried tone, but she shook her head.

"I just..." the girl said, flipping the pages of her notebook, "I had to study, and my head hurt, so I decided to stay home."

V's eyes were on her as she set down next to Desna.

"You sure it's the only reason?" V asked waiting for her answer.

Desna shrugged her shoulders, "I may have had a fight with Lip," she admitted.

"Again?" V asked with a frown as she stood up to fill a glasses of water, before moving to the medicines drawer, "Seriously what's going on between the two of you, lately?"

Only Ian knew about Lip and Desna situasionship. They were just having fun, nothing to say to the world about, that's what they had said at first, even because it was thrilling, the thought of sneaking away to have sex together. But since they started it, they had started to fight more, and that really affected Desna. She liked Lip, a lot, and she wanted to lose him as a friend, but she didn't want to lose what they had now.

"Just stressed... I think..." Desna muttered sipping the water V had given to her, to swollow a pill.

"Babe," V said sitting again next to her, "I see how you look at Lip."

"I don't look him in anyway," she said trying to hid the blush on her cheeks.

"Oh you look at him alright," she fired back making Desna cover her face with her hand.

"V," she begged, but the woman kept talking.

"Why don't you tell him?"

Desna turned towards her with wide eyes, "Tell him what?"

"That you like him," she said nugging the girl, who shook her head.

"It wouldn't make any difference," Desna said shrugging her shoulders, "I like what... we have now, I don't want to ruin it," V took a breath but she kept listening, "That does not mean that I like fight with him, or what we said to each other."

"Why? What Gallagher said?" V asked, ready to defend Desna. And she really appreciated her reaction, but that was something between her and Lip only.

"Nothing that I didn't say to him as well," Desna said, "It's that, I don't know... today is more difficoult than other times," she finished getting a deep breath.

Lip was so involved with her during sex. He said that he wanted her, just few hours ago, that he loved fucking her, why could he not say those things even in other situations?

"Hey, babe" V said making Desna look in her direction, "Boys will be boys, too stupid for us," that made Desna laugh, a laugh followed by on of V's, that moved her hair from her shoulder, "What about going out with me and Fi, tonight?"

"What? Really?" Desna asked happily, "Can I really come?"

"Of course!" V exclaimed, "Now run up, get washed up, do make up and put on a pretty dress, and we are going to have lots of fun tonight. Only us girls, no boys."

"I like the sound of that," Desna said nodding her head. And V smiled brightly at her.

"Then go on!" She said, "Go get ready!"

Desna liked to go out with V, but she didn't do it frequently. V and Fiona were best friend and Desna was only sixteen now, so it made sense that most of the time the two of them wanted to spend time together alone. But when they asked her to join, she was truly happy. It made her feel like an adoult, and even beautiful, powerful.

She looked at her dresses, but she already knew what she wanted to put on. It was a simple black short dress, but she liked how it fit on her. It had simple strapes, and the skirt was short, but it hugged her body perfectly. She had bought it with V for her sixteenth birthday and V had told her that it seemed like it had been created for her.

Desna was quick to put it on, running to her wordrobe once again to take black high heels. Then she put on some make up and fixed her hair, deciding that she would gave left it loose. She looked at her reflection for some more, before heading out the stairs where V was waiting her, ready to go.

"Are you reade, pretty lady?" She asked opening the door. The two of them though had to go to the Gallaghers first, waiting for Fiona. Desna wasn't exactly happy to had to see Lip, but there wasn't much she could do, so she followed V into the house right next to theirs.

The two of them entered from the kitchen door, the one at the back of the house and V immediately ran up the stairs, calling for Fiona. Desna decided to stay there, everybody seemed to be upstairs, so that seemed tge safest place.

"Wow!" Carl's voice made her turn to the living room, where the boy was looking at her with wide eyes "You're hot..."

Desna chuckled, "You're drooling, buddy" then she set on one of the stools in the kitchen. The boy walked towards the fridge, glancing at where she was as he was taking something to eat, then suddenly he turned towards Desna.

"So, I really have to be eighteen before asking you out?" He said curiously.

And she nodded, "You really have to be eighteen before asking me out," she confirmed. Carl scoffed.

"It's too far away," he said before giving her a smirk, "I can make you happy."

Desna couldn't help but chuckle, he was so young and already a flirt. Carl Gallagher would have had many girls crushing on him as he got older.

"I'm sure you can," she said nodding her head, "But not now."

Carl looked at the sandwich in his hand nodding his head, then his gaze went on her.

"Just wait and see," then he want into the living room.

He was so persistent. Desna looked at him fondly as he watched the TV, such a little troublemaker. Carl was probably her favorite Gallagher.

Then suddenly she heard some steps coming from the stairs next to her, and as she turned, Desna saw Lip stopping midway, looking at her.

"Oh..." he muttered and Desna didn't miss the way his eyes observed her body, but she decided to ignore the blush coming to her cheeks because of that stare.

"Hey..." she said quietly.

"Hey..." he muttered, before taking those last few steps that kept him from the kitchen, "You are..." Desna looked at him, waiting for what he wanted to say, but he just coughed shaking his head, "You are going out."

Desna could not help but feel disappointed, why was he looking at her like that if he could not even give her a complimenti?

"What give me away?" She said standing up.

He shrugged his shoulders, "You either going out or you are here to seduce me," but she just shook her head.

"I think I'll pass, thank you," Desna answered turning her back to him. And he gave out a chuckle that only pissed her off.

"Are you still angry?" He asked.

"I don't know," she answered with fake calmness, "Are you still an asshole?"

At her words he make few step to get close to her, "Look whose talking," he said as she gripped her own arms, giving a glance in Carl's direction to make sure he wasn't looking at them.

"I'm not an asshole," she answered turning to look Lip in the eyes.

"And what makes me one?" She could feel his breath against her face beacuse of how close he had gotten.

"Let's check, did you fuck Karen?" Lip gave out a mocking chuckle.

Desna could not stand him anymore so she walked out the door. But she could hear Lip's footstep behind from behind following her outside "So, you're acting crazy because you're jealous?"

"No, because you are a jackass!" She exclaimed.

"Oh, a jackass too?" He asked the mocking tone never leaving his voice.

"And I've got many more, don't tempt me," she said trying to walk faster feeling him close behind.

"You always find a way to get pissed at me and I am the jackass?" He said before gripping Desna to make her turn stopping her from leaving, by taking her arms in his hands, "What's wrong with you?"

She was doing her best to not let anything slip from her lips; she didn't want to tell him that him going to Karen Jackson only to hurt her actually did, she didn't because they weren't a couple and they were not exclusive and she liked to have him close, she didn't want for he to not be there. She didn't want to ruin shit, but Karen's presense really pissed her off.

"Hey," he said moving a strand of black hair from before her eyes, to behind her ear, "What's wrong?"

Desna bit her lips, she really didn't want to cry in front of him, she didn't want to seem desperate for his touch, even if she was. And she didn't want to lose him.

"I..." she muttered "I might be jealous of Karen Jackson," he smiled at her words but she shook her head, "But because you always bring her up when we fight, and it feels like..."

"Like?" He asked as his hands moved to her hips.

"Like you want to hurt me," she admitted, finally looking him in the eyes. He was intensingly staring at her, as he brought her closer to him. He leaned forward his head so that his forehead touched hers.

"I don't wanna hurt you," he whispered, his arms sneaking around her waist, "Not on porpuse," then he chuckled, "I guess I am an asshole after all," he then looked at her again, she could not look away from his eyes, and before she knew it, she whispered "I want to kiss you," and in a moment his lips clashed on hers, the hold around her waist was thighter as her hands moved to his face, so to pull him more into the kiss. Desna closed her eyes as she savored every second of that moment. Soon her hands move to his hair as the kiss got more passionate.

"I have to tell you something," Lip said when they broke off to take hair, his hold still secured around her hips as he got ready to talk, "I didn't have sex with Karen," he said looking in her eyes, then he took a breath, "But she blow me."

"Fuck, Lip," she said trying to get away from him, he didn't let her move.

"Hey, hey" he kept say to get her attention.

"I really don't want to know!" She protested still trying to break free from his arms, but he didn't let her go, "Let me go, please!"

"I am sorry," he said making her stop her movements, "I am sorry, but I..." he continued before taking a deep breath, then he leaned forward to put his forehead against hers, that didn't move. Still wondering why he was apologizing, they weren't exclusive. They had decided it.

"Please, don't..." Lip took another deep breath, "I want you" he said, and she didn't know the reason why those words had such a strong impact on her, but she found herself bringing her hands in the back of his head once again.

"I want you too," she said before leaning forward to capture his lips with her gor another kiss. He immediately responded eagerly, briging her even closer, so that in between their bodies there was no space. His arms hugged her, as she deepened the kiss more. They felt so great in the arms of the other, it was so beautiful and addictive. It didn't matter what they said they would always found each other like that.

"I don't want to hurt you," Lip said, not letting her go, those words made her smile, as he put his forehead against hers, "I just got angry because I wanted your support with Ian."

She observed his blue eyes got clouded with nervousness once again, "You know what I think about it Lip."

But he shook his head, "No, he would have tell me," he said finally, "If he really was he would tell me, he would trust me," Now she understood what has gotten him so worked up.

Desna put a hand on his cheek so the he could look at her, "Maybe he is just scared, this things aren't easy to figure out."

But he shook his head, "He would have told me."

"Alright, alright," she said caressing his cheek to calm him down, he seemed to enjoy her touch, "Why don't you try to talk to him? Maybe he wanted to tell you."

Lip seemed to think about what she had said before nodding his head, "Yeah, yeah, maybe I'll talk to him," he muttered. Desna looked at him for a moment before leaning forward to give him a kiss on the forehead.

"So, we good?" He asked, rubbing his nose against hers, who smiled.

"Yeah we're good," at her answer he pecked her lips again.

"Des!" V's voice made Desna looked at the house, then she turned to Lip.

"I have to go," she said, not that she really wanted to leave his arms.

"Yeah," he answered nodding his head, "Are you planning on having sex with someone tonight?"

His question made her smile, and she shook her head, "No, no sex tonight," she said and for some reason he let out a breath, before giving her a kiss on the cheek, "Have fun."

"Thanks," she said ready to walk away, but before doing so, she leaned closer to him to whisper in his ear, "But tomorrow I could use some help finding my phone," Lip chuckled.

"Really?" He asked with a grin, before pulling her close by the back of her neck, "Tomorrow morning at 7.00 in the van?"

Desna pecked his lips "Tomorrow, at 7.00 in the van."

[vir-g-o]

Unpopular opinion: Draco Malfoy in a relationship

Despite popular belief i feel strongly that Draco Malfoy wouldn't be that private, unemotional and even cold in a relationship, specially in public.

We have few clues about how Draco would behave in a romantic relationship, but from this little thingd i gathered in his interactions with Pansy i made some conclutions:

"How is it, Draco?" simpered Pansy Parkinson. "Does it hurt much?"

"Yeah," said Malfoy, putting on a brave sort of grimace. But Harry saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away.

From this scene it's clear to me that it wasn't Draco intention at all to have everyone thinking that he was severly hurt, just certian people, in this case Pansy. I think that the mention of him trying to look brave instead of a vulnerable victim it's trying to insinuate that he's trying to impress Pansy.

Now this scene right here is pretty interesting. Draco and Pansy are in front of other three people, and Draco it's completly fine in letting Pansy PDA in front of everyone and him laying his head willingly on her legs comes to show clearly that he's not shy when it comes to show everyone that he's in a romantic relationship or situasionship, despite being arguable if he and Pansy where ever in a formal relationship.

Let's remember that he went with Pansy to the ball in the fourth book too. I don't believe that was Pansy the one to took the step. I think he would be greatly ashamed, as were Harry and Ron, to go alone (especially at his young age).

In general i feel it matches Draco's character to want to be seen with a partner that he views at his level. He would want to let people now that he's getting attention, not just social attention but from women too. He come across to me as the type to use his partner (especially if it's an attractive pureblood) as a trophy at some extent. Im not saying that he wouldn't care for them or anything like, but he definetly likes to attract atention.

[verita-lapalissiana]

Ama e Fiore che sublimano la loro situasionship attraverso i figli aiutooo

[la-perfide-albion]

I keep saying people "just communicate" wrt crushes and situasionship and whatnot but i without fail freeze in fear before an open dm

[secretruth]

I'll tell you a secret

Dua kali jatuh hati ama cowo bukan karna latar belakang, status ekonomi, umur ato fisik nya

Tapi karna personality nya

Yaampun aku mau nangis dengan Lika liku kehidupan asmara ini

Aku ini orang yg polos dan ga pernah pacaran, ga paham cinta cinta an

Tapi 2 tahun terakhir ini aku patah hati yg efeknya sangat sangat mendalam dalam diriku

Tahun lalu aku suka ama seseorang yang lebih tua dariku, perbedaan usia bisa lebih dari 10 tahun. Dia udah kayak om aku dan aku panggil pak. PNS dan dia udah nikah.

Aku tau banget salah, tapi rasa suka ga bisa diboongin, dan dia mungkin merasakan nya secara tersirat jadi berusaha menjauhi aku.

Bodohnya aku ampe mikir, kayak aku mau nih jadi istri kedua

Orang orang mungkin akan bingung lulusan S2 kayak aku kenapa suka ama yg ga cocok ini.

Tapi ya dia baik dan diandalkan semua orang di kantor, aku salah satu yang terbantu juga. Dan mungkin karna ga ada yg seusia aku disana rata rata udah pada tua dan nikah, trus aku ga banyak kenalan. Jadilah begitu

Intinya walaupun orangnya gendut, item, tua, anaknya 1 tapi karna aku nyaman ngobrol ama dia, aku jadi suka. Aku ga mikirin yang lain. Tapi paham bener kalo ortu aku pasti ga setuju. Tapi ya ini lah sebenarnya cinta bertepuk sebelah tangan. Aku sendirian yang kagum dan suka. Dan berjalan selama berbulan bulan dan sulit sekali move on nya

Tahun ini pindah kabupaten, jadi ga sekantor ama dia lagi. Tapi aku dipertemukan dengan patah hati kedua ku.

Cowo ini menggantikan ku di tempat yg lama, pegawai baru yg menggantikanku.

Dari dia aku belajar istilah love bombing, situasionship, hts

Well awal awal dia mungkin mengenal aku sebagai sosok yg hebat kali ya tapi semakin mengenal aku dia jadi paham klo aku rapuh

Dia ngedekatin aku, aku merasa nya gitu sih, kita sempet jalan bareng bbq an, malam malam ke expo, trus ke wisata bukit, gandengan tangan, dia bayarin aku

Ah gila sih, aku jujur ga pernah di treat se sweet itu, dia excited cerita ke aku, aku menjadi bodoh, aku menjadi terlalu vulnerable, aku terlalu attach ampe dia risih lalu sekarang kita asing

Latar belakang kita beda, dia dari keluarga ekonomi rendah, dan broken home, cuma dia bisa ngelewatin nya dan itu keren banget

Kalo aku ini mungkin terlihat dari keluarga yang ortu utuh dan ekonomi cukup Alhamdulillah

Dia lebih muda setahun dari aku

Tinggi, ceking dan item

Aku suka dia karna bagaimana dia nge treat aku, dan aku juga nyaman ngobrol ama dia. Setelah beberapa lama kita kenal ternyata dia risih ama aku. Memang sih aku jadi terlalu nyaman dan gampang ngeluh

Sulit sekali hubungan kita ga kemana mana. Aku menyebutnya hts yang berakhir. Ternyata dia cuma penasaran aja. Kita sepertinya sama sama gila menghadapi situasi pekerjaan kita.

Dia dengan mudah melupakanku dan sekarang udah deket ama yang lain

Sedang aku patah hati dan sulit banget move on

Ampe sekarang apalagi aku kesepian banget

Well, begitulah cerita ku menyukai orang tanpa mandang hal lain, selain personality nya. Pokoknya kalo udah suka, udah nyaman enak ngobrolnya, entah bagaimana pun, umur, fisik, ekonomi, pekerjaannya, lulusan apapun, aku tetep suka

Semoga yaallah aku bisa bener bener nikah ama orang yang suka ama aku, bisa nerima aku, yang ketika mengenal aku lebih dalam dia ga kabur. Yang bisa bimbing aku, yang di ridhoi ortu ku, yang realistis.

Aku jujur pengen banget punya temen hidup

Seseorang yang kita bisa saling support dan menemani hari hari sepi ini, yang kalo kita bersama jadi ladang pahala, bertukar pikiran yg kebanyakan orang anggap aku overthinking ini. Yang dengan bersamanya hidup jadi lebih bermakna. Yang bisa handle aku dan semoga aku juga jadi orang yang bisa handle siapapun calon suamiku ini.

Jujur aku bahkan ga tau pada akhirnya aku akan menikah atau tidak

Yap kehidupanku walau aku 26 tahun, dari segi karir, asmara dan keuangan, semua belum jelas dan aku berada di fase yg sangat sulit dan identity crisis bgt

Begitulah kehidupan asmara ku sampe sekarang. Semoga aku segera dipertemukan dengan jodohku. Aamiin

[conobarco]

me acorde cuando lo bloquie al que me psicopateo, al rato posteo que la ex situasionship le habia escrito,🤌🤌🤌🤌 boy we both know she has you blocked and we also know why

[sommerflue-22]

SWIPE RIGHT | Armin Arlert x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

One swipe to the right and you found yourself going on dates with Armin Arlert, loving how he treated you right. Who could possibly resist such a gentle and compassionate man? It's only a matter of time before he officially asked you to be his girlfriend...

Pairing(s): Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader

Warning: Arranged marriage, situasionship

Word count: 2.4k

Author note

Hi guys, thank you for the likes and follows. I really appreciate it! Make sure to follow me if you haven't, so you can find the next part of this fic (or other fics) easily! Here's part 3, lemme know if you like it! <3

“Earth to (Y/N), please?”

You pushed Hitch’s hand away from your face. “What?” You were annoyed because Hitch had been bothering you for the past few minutes as you typed an important email.

“It’s time for our lunch break. Come on, let’s go get some pho.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall, and surely it was ten minutes after one in the afternoon. You told Hitch to meet you in front of the store as you finished sending the email. With a new campaign coming up, it was quite a busy day in the jewelry store you worked at. As a result, you had to send a ton of emails before the day ended. 

You exchanged a few greetings with your coworkers. They had already taken their lunch break, so they would stay in the store. Hitch was impatient and dragged you out to the new pho restaurant, a few buildings away from the store.

While waiting in line to order, you checked your phone but there weren’t any text messages from Armin. You assumed he was preoccupied with the family business, since it was still the summer vacation. Of course, you missed him a lot. The last time you went on a date with him was around two weeks ago. 

“How’s Sasha, by the way?” Hitch asked. She mistook your frequent action of checking your phone’s notification as waiting for a message from Sasha.

“Oh, she’s doing really well. She just got promoted.” You slipped your phone in your back pocket.

“That’s great.”

The conversation died down as it was your time to order. You were surprised by the size of the portion, and not to mention how delicious it tasted. Overall, you and Hitch both thought that it was a good deal, and you both planned to come back the next day to try another menu.

Satisfied with your meal, you and Hitch returned to the store. You checked your phone one more time before going back in. Nothing. No text message. You sighed and pushed the front door open.

“Thank god you’re here, (Y/N).” One of your coworkers approached you. “I need the catalog for our designer collaboration series. Could you please bring it out? A customer wants to look at it, says they’re really interested in one of the designs.”

“Sure, I’ll bring it out soon.”

You dashed to your office in the back of the store and grabbed the most recent catalog. You also took a few brochures to give to the customer in case they were still looking. As soon as you got everything you needed, you immediately went back to the front store. Your coworker was chatting with the customer, a lady with a prominent jaw and nose structure. Beautiful, you thought to yourself.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and I’m the marketing manager here.” You greeted her with a smile. “I believe you are interested in our most recent collaboration with a few designers.”

“Indeed,” the lady replied, “my fiancé and I are looking for wedding jewelry.”

“Oh, congratulations on your engagement. When will the wedding take place? Because we are currently out of a few designs. So, if you’re interested in one of those designs, I can certainly contact some people to get it back in stock.”

The lady scanned the catalog you gave her. “Not to worry, the wedding is still six months away.”

“We have plenty of time, then. May I interest you in these Luminous collections? The design is timeless and they are one of our most popular, best-selling collections��”

“Annie, dear, did you switch your phone back to silent mode? I swear I left you a couple of missed call—”

You froze as you saw the familiar blond man. Armin just walked in and sat down next to the lady, putting his arm around her waist. 

“I think so? I’m sorry, Armin.” The lady gave him a peck on the cheek, “Here, what do you think of these collections? Miss (Y/L/N) here said some of them are out of stock, but she might be able to help us out.”

You could see Armin’s shoulder tensed as he realized, for the very first time since he entered the store, that it was you. You never told him where you worked, so it came as a surprise to him. Armin couldn’t form any sentence and just stared at you as his fiancée told him about her thoughts on the collection.

You cleared your throat. “Yes, I believe this one will really compliment your eye color, Ma’am. I’d love to assist you further, but unfortunately I have a meeting in less than five minutes. Here’s my business card, please contact me at any time. For the time being, my colleague, Ms. Green, will gladly assist you.”

The lady, whose name was Annie, thanked you. You thanked her again and immediately left for your office. Hitch, with whom you shared the office, was sitting in front of her laptop when you walked in. She jumped in her seat when she heard you curse. Even on the worst of occasions, you rarely cursed. Hitch knew right away that there was something wrong.

“Whoa, what’s gotten into you, (Y/N)?” Hitch paused her typing. “Did you have to deal with another fussy, finicky customer?”

“No, I don’t want to talk about it right now, Hitch.” You gritted your teeth as you sat down, picking up your phone to text Sasha about what had happened.

“I was beyond shocked, our Miss (Y/L/N) cursed out of nowhere, in the middle of the day—”

“Shut—” you were about to yell at her, but you took a deep breath and quickly  regained your composure. “—up. Hitch, I am trying to focus on my work right now and you should too.”

Hitch knew not to disturb you and continued her typing. You opened up a document on your desktop that you didn’t really need to look through, as your phone buzzed with new messages from both Sasha and Armin.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You despised the smell of alcohol, but you knew you really needed a drink. After the unfortunate encounter, you informed your boss that you would be taking a three-day casual leave for the remainder of the week. Sasha blew a fuse when you told her about what happened during that day. She could tell how disappointed you were even if you didn’t really show it. That’s why she invited Jean, and even Connie, who drove all the way from another city, to cheer you up. They took you to one of your favorite bars downtown.

“What a lame git.” Jean scoffed, “I swear to god, if I ever meet him I will…” He punched the air with his right fist.

“No need to stoop that low, Jean.” You sighed and leaned back to your seat, eyes closed. “He doesn’t deserve your time or attention.”

Jean ruffled your hair and turned to face your other two friends, who were really, really tipsy. “At least they’re having fun.” Indeed, Sasha and Connie were having the time of their lives, laughing and singing along to the music, occasionally making insulting remarks  about your date. 

You downed all of your remaining cocktail before excusing yourself to the restroom. Jean offered to walk you there, but you told him you’d be fine. That was a lie; you broke down once you got into one of the cubicles. No sound came out of your lips, but you were sobbing. You felt so foolish. All this time he never asked you out because he already had a fiancée. Someone more attractive and obviously came from a wealthy family, they belonged to the same peer group. You were probably just a summer fling for him. Were there any others? You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to find out. It hurt you how he treated you like you were special. How he held your hand every time he got the chance, how he cradled you in his arms, how his fingers delicately touched your skin…

How he sent you into ecstasies every time he laid with you. 

You were filled with disgust. How could he do such a thing to you? How could he be so cruel to his fiancée? You kept telling yourself over and over that it was not your fault. You wiped your tears, braced yourself, and exited the cubicle to return to your table. 

Sasha and Connie had stopped singing and were both looking at you with worry in their eyes. Meanwhile, Jean didn’t look up, instead tracing the edge of his glass with his hand. He seemed to be in a trance and didn’t realize you had returned from the bathroom.

“(Y/N), are you okay? I mean, that’s a stupid question but… you’re good there, bud?” Connie asked, clearly no longer tipsy.

You nodded and smiled weakly at him. “I’m alright Connie, thanks. I’m really tired, though.”

“Do you want me to drive you back home?” Connie fished out his car keys which Sasha quickly pushed aside.

“You’re totally buzzed, Conman.”

“I’m alright, I’m all sober—”

“I’ll drive you home, (Y/N).” Jean took Connie’s keys and stood up. “Obviously, I’m the only one sober enough to drive.”

“Darn it, you’re right.” Connie clicked his tongue. “Bring my car back right after dropping (Y/N) off, will you?”

You stood up to hug Sasha and Connie, before following Jean out of the bar. Thankfully, Connie had parked not far from the bar. Soon, you were on your way home with Jean driving.

Normally, Jean would have teased you mercilessly. He did that a lot whenever you had an argument with your previous ex. This time, Jean didn’t say anything. He knew how chaotic your mind was. He understood. The ride was silent from the moment you left the bar, all the way until he stopped in front of your apartment building.

Jean pulled the handbrake and turned to look at you. “Do you want me to walk you in, (Y/N)?”

“I’m fine.” You squeaked.

Jean let out a sigh. He stepped out, went around the car, and opened the door for you.

“You know you can call me anytime, right? If you need someone to talk to, or if Sasha doesn’t pick up your call.”

“I know, Jean. Thanks.”

He nodded and opened his arms to hug you. You let him, but it reminded you of Armin. You felt a pang in your chest; you would never inhale that woody scent of his cologne ever again. 

“Alright then, I’d better get going.” You backed up.

You waited until Jean left before entering your apartment. You did everything automatically, taking the elevator up to your floor. What caught you off guard was a familiar figure, sitting with his back against your door.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Get lost.” You sneered.

“(Y/N),” Armin stood up and tried to hold your hands, but you pushed him away. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry—”

“Yeah? Tell that to your fiancée, asshole.”

“Please, (Y/N). Please let me explain first, don’t get the wrong idea, please.” Armin’s eyes began to water and his voice quivered as he was on the verge of crying. “Please, I know it seems fucked up but believe me it’s not what you think it is.”

A part of you wanted to believe him, to invite him in and hear his explanation. Another part of you, though, had had enough. You didn’t want to hear any excuse. You’re sick of being played. You felt bad for his fiancée. 

“Go home, Armin.” You sighed. “Go home. Don’t apologize to me, apologize to your fiancée.”

You pushed Armin aside and unlocked your door.

“(Y/N), you don’t understand—”

“Oh, it’s me who doesn’t understand? How could you? How could you do that to me, to your fiancée? Huh?” You finally snapped. “You know what? Right now I really want to call you names, horrible names, but I won't. You do not deserve my time, you do not deserve my energy, you do not deserve me. I hate you for doing this. I hate the fact that I love the way you treated me, how you made me feel special, how I actually fell in love with you in a matter of a few weeks—”

You were interrupted as Armin’s lips collided with yours. You didn’t kiss back, and it didn’t last long. Armin rested his forehead against yours, a few tears rolled down his cheeks. 

“(Y/N), I was set up.” He sobbed. “My parents set me up, fuck. They arranged a marriage without telling me, nor did they ask for my agreement. Fuck, I’m so sorry (Y/N). I’m so, so sorry.”

You actually let him hug you tight. You felt bad for yelling at him.

“I fell in love with you, dear. I truly did. I am in love with you. So much. I want to get to know you better, and I want to actually ask you out. I didn’t want to rush things but now I regret that. I should have asked you out. I don’t want her, I want you. God, we did a lot of things together, didn’t we, (Y/N)? I gave you my first kiss, I made love for the first time with you, I took you to the beach—a very special and memorable place for me. You’re the one I want. (Y/N), dear, please believe me. I know we’ve only known each other for a month or two, but I know. I know and I really am sure I only want you. Please believe me.”

Your head was spinning and you were at a loss of words. You let Armin hold you for a long time until he stopped crying. You couldn’t think of anything to say, think, or do.

“Thank you,” you croaked out, “For telling me.”

Armin looked at you with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“I feel like you should sort things out with your family about it. You want me to believe in you? There is nothing else you can do but prove it to me. If I really am the one you want, sort things out. Come back to me when you’re ready.”

Armin nodded slowly. “I will try. I will try my best. Will you wait for me?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

Both of you stood there in silence until you cleared your throat.

“Well then, you should probably go home.”

“Ah, yes. I should…” Armin pointed at the elevator with his thumb. “Yeah, I guess so.”

He turned on his heels and trudged down the hallway.

“Good night, Armin.”

He stopped on his track and looked back, a sad smile plastered on his face.

“Good night, (Y/N), my dear.”

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[yawnderu]

hey stray! Are you writing any new Miguel fic? Or any in mind ?

hii!! I'm writing a new part for She Wants Me Dead that goes more in depth about their situasionship and Miguel's trauma, though I'm sick af so I'm not sure when it'll be out :(

Other than that I have another idea for a smut fic w Miguel!! I haven't written about my grumpy boy that much so I need to get back into it he's so cute

[sofiaesloca]

Born to spend my summers like this

Forced to work and failed situasionships