#the blue is messin with me

[jugglejerk]

stares at you.

they are the same in my mind (for reasons totally unrelated to their hairstyles)

[candiednova]

falling stars

[tohokuu]

jjk men zipping up your dress

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warnings : suggestive, light fluff, tension

a/n : something i did to my girl bestfriend the other day and it made me gay. also i didnt k is what to call this so… the name is misleading but 🧍🏽‍♀️

GOJO

“satoruuuu, can you please help me?” you whines prettily. gojo straightened up, looking at you away from the netflix tv show that kept him occupied.

“yeah. what’s up, baby?” he asked. you came closer, tiny little crop to sticking to your skin while the material of your jeans hugged your hips a little too tightly.

“i think i got them a size too small, baby. they won’t fit and i don’t wanna wear any other jeans with this top.”

gojo motioned you forward, leaning over to work his thin, long fingers around the buttons of your jeans.

these weren’t regular jeans. they were the ones with four buttons as a replacement for your zipper.

your panties peaked from underneath, if they could be even called that. you wore your thong out of your jeans today, showing off the cute dior imprint on the sides.

“toru, hurry up. i’m getting late!” you whined. gojo ignored your protest, squeezing your ass closer to him to make it fit inside your jeans.

“babe, if it wasn’t for your ass, this would’ve gone in perfectly ya know?” you rolled your eyes. fingers slowly trailing into his white hair, you tugged lightly while he worked four buttons through each hole.

you leaned back, getting annoyed at how long he was taking. you swung your hips side to side, a small habit when you felt bored.

but you were knocked out of your gaze when gojo pulled you roughly by the belt loop. you heard a thread snap and you looked down in shock.

his blue cerulean eyes stared up at you, blown wide open with lust and dominance.

“stop. moving.” he repeated.

you listened to him. not moving another inch as he pulled you closer using a finger hooked around a belt hoop.

TOJI

“tojiiiii, can you get this for me?” you said as you went up to your boyfriend. you turned around, showing him the extremely backless dress you wore. he raised his eyebrow, smiling to himself.

“you goin’ somewhere, pretty?” he asked. you nodded your head.

“i’m going out with shoko and utahime.” you chirped.

“mmm, dressed like this? coulda thought you was out to fuck other guys.”

his comment left a sour taste in your mouth. pulling away, you looked at him sadly, lip a little wobbly because how could he think of you like that?

he smirked at your distressed expression.

“i’m only messin’ wit ya.” you crossed your arms over your chest, still mad.

but toji knew how to make it right. he grabbed each wrist, pulling your arms around his neck and lifting your chin up so you could look up at him.

“look at me, babygirl.” he spoke in his husky voice.

you looked up, eyebrows still furrowed.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute with that face, ya know that? thinkin’ that it’ll really make a difference at all.” he crooned.

“shut up, toji. it wasn’t funny.”

“i think it was, babydoll.” he leaned in to your neck, pressing soft kisses around the column of your neck, right below your ear. you found it difficult to not gasp, breathing a little heavier as you tried to push at his shoulders.

toji wrapped his hands around the silky thread that ran across the span of your back, tugging it tightly while pulling you against his chest.

you gasped.

“ ‘m not done yet, where you think you’re goin’?” the deep timbre of his voice made your thighs press together, trying to hold in a squeak.

you felt your dress stick to your body tighter and together until a small snap was heard and your dress was all good to go.

toji pulled away, raising an eyebrow at your now pushed up tits.

he flicked your forehead softly, walking away to go back to whatever he was doing.

SUKUNA

“kuna, how do you do this??” you asked.

you walked up to him, almost tripping in the cloth that pooled around you.

he looked down from his throne, brows squinting as he saw your tiny form in a haori that was much too large for you.

he sighed..

“why are you wearing my haori, you bumbling fool?”

you tilted your head, looking down at the cloth that was wrapped around you, engulfing you in linens and silks.

“what?” you chittered.

“what exactly are you trying to achieve, brat?” his voice low and venomous.

“i just wanted to look pretty in a kimono.” you cried.

“well, that isn’t a kimono, for starters.” he sighed, watching your eyes tear up a little at the little mistake you had made.

within seconds, he appeared before you, a deep red kimono in hand.

his calloused hands pulled down his haori, exposing your shoulders to him. you blushed now, feeling more than exposed.

“k-kuna, what are you doing?” you asked.

“shut up. i’m aiding you.”

you kept quiet, fidgeting around a little until he raised his eyebrow at you, silently telling you to stop moving.

the haori was long gone and your body was naked and bare before him. he didn’t dare touch you slyly, though. his hands only grazed where needed and his eyes never left the fabric, not daring to look at anything he wasn’t supposed to.

his hands pulled the kimono taught around you, fixing it around your shoulders and then taking the obi to wrap around.

“life your arms.”

you did as told, lifting your arms and making a T-pose.

he worked the obi around you neatly, finishing off with a small brush to your side and a step back to admire his work.

“you look… presentable.” as he cringed.

you knew he just meant that you looked beautiful.

GETO

your roommate was the only available help you currently had. it was an awkward situation you got yourself stuck into.

“hey uhh, geto, can you please uhh zip this up?” you asked meekly.

he got up quickly, coming around so you could see each other in the mirror. you moved your hair to the side so it wouldn’t get stuck in the zipper.

he inhaled sharply, staring at the tramp stamp at the end of your back. it was cute, he thought.

he pulled your body back roughly, “sorry, my bad.” he wasn’t sorry.

you nodded, letting him carry on with the annoying zipper that just wouldn’t go up. his cold hands touched your back, making you arch away from him.

“sorry.” once again, he was not sorry in the slightest.

his heavy fingers played with the zipper a bit, trying to even it out so it could move up and down smoothly. a part of him could feel in his chest that you did this on purpose.

you probably wanted him to lay his plush lips along the juncture of your neck, kissing the skin and marring it with reminders of him.

but he pushed those thoughts away, reaching all the way down to where the waistband of your panties were, playing around with the zipper until it finally came up.

“mmm, there you go.” he said, but not before giving you a look through the mirror that made you regret not grabbing and kissing him.

CHOSO

you decided to head to the beach with your boyfriend today. you were tired and figured you needed a day off before getting back to work.

you packed your skimpiest bikini that left little to the imagination and left for a two hour beach drive.

things would’ve gone smoothly until the elastic on your swimsuit snapped.

you rushed across the sand, running to your boyfriend.

“choso, choso, my swimsuit snapped!” you whisper shouted.

he got to work quickly, putting a hand on your waist to pull your back against him. something about how rushed his actions were did something to you. a fire brewed in your belly as you thought that other people could see how close he was standing next to you, more than half naked while your tits almost flew out of your swimsuit.

“mm, maybe i’ll have gojo rent a private beach for us.” choso hummed behind you.

“why’s that?” you asked.

“so i can fuck you completely naked on the beach, obviously.”

your face turned red. “choso!” you shouted. he chuckled behind you, bending down to kiss at your neck. he bit the skin lightly, nipping just enough for you to let a small moan out.

“mmm, you’re not ashamed that others could hear, princess?” you shook your head, knowing he’d find it cute if you tried to lie.

“i should just untie this thing and fuck you right here.”

NANAMI

you were excited to wear a ball gown today. it was the first ball you were attending as kento had been invited and you were his date.

he purchased a beautiful white gown with golden accents. “for you.” he had left it on your bed with a note asking you to come down once you were done getting ready.

but if only it were that easy to wear a ball gown…

the top was a corset and you honestly had no idea how to even wear a corset. you whined as your arms got tired and you gave up trying to put this damn thing on.

there was a knock at your door.

“y/n, what’s going on?”

it was nanami. you felt a little hot. your boobs and your back was nearly out and he was the only one who could help with this current dilemma of yours.

you shook the thoughts from your head, reaching forward to open the door to let him in.

he gasped.

“oh.”

he spoke. you cringed, letting yourself curl inwards. “do i truly look that bad?” you asked.

nanami shook his head. “not in the slightest, but darling what’s going on with the back of the dress?”

you sighed, “i don’t know how to wear a corset.”

he chuckled, walking behind you and facing you in the mirror.

there was something intimate about this moment.

he used his front to push you straight against the dressing table, your mouth letting out a gasp. he pushed you down by the shoulder, acting calm and collected while your panties gained an extra layer of wetness.

you watched him in the mirror as he wrapped his hands over and over the bands of the corset until he finally pulled back really tight.

you felt the wind knock out of your legs, but you weren’t sure for which reason.

was it the lack of rooms your lungs had or how tight you were against nanami’s back?

he chuckled, tying the strings at the bottom of your waist, pulling away with just a gentle kiss on your temple like he wasn’t just in perfect position to fuck you.

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[yvesssssssss]

Hello! can you write a scenario about the men (nagumo, shin, uzuki, gaku) having a partner who they trust so much, turned out to be a traitor in disguise, planning to kill them.

a little angst won't hurt (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

also, I love your writings so much. Stay safe always, author! 💕💕

thank you! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing. You stay safe too!(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Nagumo yoichi

Nagumo had always been untouchable, always the predator, never the prey. But as your blade slid between his ribs, something inside him cracked.

His breath hitched, a sharp exhale of pain escaping his lips. His dark eyes, always glinting with mischief, now held only disbelief. He staggered back, pressing a hand to the wound as warm blood seeped through his fingers.

“Damn,” he chuckled, but it was weak. “You actually got me.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you. “Was any of it real?”

Your silence cut deeper than the blade ever could.

For the first time in years, Nagumo felt something close to regret. And for the first time, he wasn’t sure if he could smile through it.

Shin asakura

He should have seen it coming. He should have heard it in your thoughts, noticed the flickers of doubt, the cracks in your voice. But love made him blind, deaf, foolish.

The second you moved, he felt it—the intent, the cold certainty in your mind. But by the time he reacted, it was too late.

The knife sank into his shoulder, and pain exploded through his body. His knees buckled, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he staggered back. His wide, betrayed eyes met yours. “You… You were lying to me this whole time?”

Your silence was the cruelest answer. Blood dripped from the blade in your hand, and for the first time, Shin couldn’t hear anything—not your thoughts, not his own.

Even now, part of him wished you would take it all back.

Uzuki kei

Uzuki didn’t flinch when your knife neared his throat. He had seen betrayal before. He had lived through it, drowned in it. But when the cold steel sliced into his side, something inside him shattered.

His fingers clenched around your wrist, stopping you from going deeper. Piercing blue eyes met yours—sharp and calculating, but beneath the intensity, there was something else. Something raw.

“How long?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. “How long were you planning this?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to.

Uzuki’s grip tightened, his breath uneven. “I should’ve known,” he murmured, pressing a hand to his bleeding side.

For the first time in years, he let himself feel the weight of regret. And for the first time, he wished he hadn’t let himself believe in something so fragile.

Gaku

Gaku had been stabbed before. He had been beaten, broken, left for dead. But nothing—nothing—had ever hurt like this.

The knife buried deep into his abdomen, and for a second, he didn’t react. His body knew pain, but this? This was different.

He grabbed your wrist, bloodied fingers tightening around you, his breathing ragged. His wild grin was nowhere in sight. “Tell me this is a joke,” he muttered. “Tell me you’re messin’ with me.”

You only twisted the blade.

Gaku’s breath hitched, and his knees almost buckled. His chest ached, but not from the wound. He could take a hundred hits and still keep standing, but this? This was the first time he ever wanted to fall.

His fingers shook as he let you go. “If you wanted me dead so bad,” he rasped, voice breaking, “you should’ve just aimed for the heart.”

But you already had.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

bunny oh my heavens you're such an amazing writer like I stumbled upon your account and I'm obsessed rn. Like I read all of Teen Dad Sam Monroe and I was gagged when I realized I finished it so quickly-

So I was thinking if we could get a background story about how Sam Monroe and reader met? Or about how Sam was there while reader was pregnant? Ofc totally up to you queen

🦇 - bat anon

Author's note: YAUYUYYY WELCOME 🦇 NONNIE IN BUNNY'S FAMILY‼️‼️ tysm for all the kind words, hugging you tight till we both can't breathe 🙂‍↕️😝

You weren’t supposed to be his type. Too sweet, too cheerful, too goddamn put-together for someone like SAM MONROE, who barely survived each day and bitterness was like his second skin. He didn’t even notice you at first--why would he? You were everything good, everything bright, and he? Well, he was the guy skipping class, chain-smoking behind the school, and growling at anyone who dared look at him too long.

But you? You were relentless all the damn time. Not in an annoying way tho, but in a way that scratched at his walls without him even realizing. You’d smile at him in class, offer him notes he didn’t ask for, and one day, when he was sketching aimlessly during a particularly boring lecture, you’d leaned over and whisper, “That’s really good. Do you do this often?”

It threw him off, the softness in your voice, the way you didn’t seem disgusted in him or scared like everyone else. He’d shrugged, mumbling something about “just messin’ around,” and waited for you to look away. But you didn’t. You kept looking, asking questions, smiling like you weren’t sitting next to the grumpiest asshole in school.

But Sam wasn’t the kind of guy you were supposed to talk to, let alone fall for. He was trouble--every teacher at school said it, every kid whispered it. He walked the halls with that slouched, pissed-off posture, earbuds in. He didn’t care about his reputation, and he sure as hell didn’t care about people around him.

But you? You weren’t scared of him, and that pissed him the most.

Leaving the school's building you caught him behind the bleachers, a cigarette between his fingers, time to time between his lips while he sketched on the back of some crumpled notebook paper. Of course, Sam could feel you standing there like you saw a ghost yet, he didn't dare to look up at you, simply confronting you in the grumpiest way possible about your staring problem “What? Come to tell me I’m ruining my life?” he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Not really,” you said simply, voice calm as you stepped closer, leaning against the railing. “Just wondering what you’re drawing this time.”

That made him pause. Blue eyes flicked up to meet yours, suspicion written all over his face. But when you didn’t laugh or tease him like everyone else, he shoved the paper in his pocket without a care it would probably be destroyed afterwards “Nothin’. Just some stupid house.”

“You gonna build it someday?”

Sam blinked, caught completely off guard. “Maybe,” he muttered, shrugging like it didn’t matter. But for the first time, someone had seen past the walls he’d put up, and it scared him just as much as it intrigued him.

---

After a few weeks of you making a small talk with him, being super nice and super sweet, Sam himself began to try to make a small talk. Yet, he didn’t like how much he started looking forward to seeing you each day. It just felt..weird.. dangerous, to let someone like you get so close to him. But still he couldn't help it when you'd catch him in the hall, offering a soft smile that always made his stomach twist in a way he couldn’t explain. He’d walk you home after school, even if it meant dealing with the nosy neighbors who always gave him side-eye for his, in their opinion, demonic style.

And when more time passed, it turned into a thing--you and him. You’d sit with him at lunch, even when he would mutter, “Don’t you have better people to hang out with?” You’d drag him to study sessions, ignoring his protests that “school’s a waste of time.” And slowly, he stopped fighting it. He even looked out to all those meetings with you. To share classes with you he hated so much. To have you drag him to the library, the place he'd never been in, and help him study, help him learn.

Around you, he immediately softened--no, he wasn’t sweet, not in the traditional sense at least, but he had this gruff affection that came through in little ways. Like how he’d stand between you and a group of loud guys at lunch, glaring until they finally shut up. Or how he’d hand you his hoodie without a word if you so much as shivered and even force you to put it on, not taking any buts and no's for an answer

He didn’t smile much, but you caught that he started doing this thing where he’d smirk whenever you said something dumb or tripped over your words. He also started waiting for you by your locker, even if he pretended like it was no big deal. And when some jerk made a snide comment about you “slumming it” with Sam, he’d take care of it in his own way

---

So it wasn’t long before you were more than just friends. He kissed you for the first time in his car after a late-night drive. It was awkward--his lips chapped, hands clumsy. First sex came year later, in his room while his parents were out of the town with his stepbrothers.

He didn't last eight second.

You’d expected him to bolt, honestly. That’s what everyone said he’d do--Sam Monroe, the screw-up, the guy who never took anything seriously. But instead, he stayed. Although he did pace the length of your room, he did run his hands through his hair, and he did mutter curses all over, “Shit, shit, shit,” under his breath. "I fucking pulled out! I---i swear!! This fucking isn't real..I-im only seventeen for God's sake" he groaned, anxiously sitting on the edge of your bed

You didn't really use much protection..You just trusted when Sam would say he pulled out in time or use some old condom his friend gave him. So when your period was getting late, when you out of the sudden had nausea..you took the damned test. Out of sanity of your overthinking mind. But hell, did you prepare yourself for it to be positive..

The first time you told Sam you were pregnant, he froze. Like, fully stopped breathing, face going pale as he stared at you. “You’re… what?” voice cracking in a way that would’ve been funny if the situation wasn’t so serious.

“Ehm--wha--what do you want to do?” he asked, voice quiet, almost scared, eyes finally locking with yours. And when you said you wanted to keep it, he nodded, exhaled, hide his face in his hands with jaw tight. “Okay..um... okay..Then-- we’ll--figure it out, I guess..But I need time to think, alright?”

---

Sam threw himself into trying to figure it out. He started taking an odd jobs, fixing up cars for cash and doing whatever he could to scrape together some money. He hated asking his mom for help, even more his stepdad, but when it came to you and the baby, he swallowed his pride.

But still, he was himself in all of that--grumpy, sarcastic, and stubborn as hell. “You’re not eating that,” he’d grumble when he saw you reaching for something unhealthy, swatting it out of your hand and replacing it with an apple. But then, a few hours later, you’d find your favorite snacks hidden in your bag because he couldn’t stand to see you looking so upset.

Sam didn’t suddenly become the perfect boyfriend—damn, he never was---but he tried. He took on extra shifts at some crappy diner, even though he hated every second of it. He’d show up at your house with random things, like pickles and ice cream, grumbling, “Dunno if you wanted this, but whatever.”

He argued with his mom constantly about the baby, about how he was going to be a dad at such young age..

But it wasn’t all bad. Sometimes, late at night, he’d lie next to you, hand splayed over your belly, whispering, “Hey, little dude" (he was sure as heck it was going to be a boy) "It’s your dad....or whatever.. you're just my sperm..But..Don’t give your mom too much trouble, yeah?” He’d laugh quietly, breath warm against your tummy “She’s already got enough dealing with me.”

[csint3rlude]

FATHER FIGURE ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ LOGAN HOWLETT

summary: after y/n gets hurt, logan becomes all parental and almost worried about them.

authors note: i need logan to be my dad. like so bad. i want him to get paternal over me he’s literally my father. kind of implied fem reader but i tried to keep it gender neutral. teen reader obviously, and there’s also a few mentions of blood to look out for.

word count: 0.7k || masterlist

logan was acting like you’d ran into the wall on purpose.

you were running around with kitty, trying to get the thing she’d stolen from you when she phased through the wall, causing you to run face first into it.

it probably would’ve been really funny, if logan wasn’t turning the corner at the same time and your nose didn’t just happen start bleeding, giving him the perfect reason to start fussing.

of course it wasn’t exactly a bad reason to fuss and complain about, you were bleeding after all. but it wasn’t really a lot and you ended up getting the thing back anyway.

immediately he’d sighed, and helped you up before he gestured for you to follow him and say you down on the first chair he found, wandering off for a few moments to try and find a cloth. since it was common for people to get injured in the mansion, it didn’t take him very long.

“y’need to be more careful.” he was saying the second he came back, while he stood there and shook his head.

logan’s expression was blank and deadpan while he stood there and scolded you for something not completely your fault. he knew it had been an accident and it wasn’t that big of a deal, but he was still clearly concerned and was making it clear.

“see that?” he grumbled, gesturing to your nose, “ain’t supposed to happen. noses shouldn’t be bloody.”

you sighed and glanced up at him from where you were sitting, towel held under your nose to try and stop the blood from spilling everywhere.

“i didn’t do it on purpose, logan,” you began to defend yourself, “i was trying to get something back from kitty.”

logan immediately hit you with a side eye and eyebrow raise. the ‘are you kidding me?’ look was evident.

“and y’didn’t see the wall?” he asked after a few seconds, sarcasm evident in his tone.

“obviously i saw the wall, i just didn’t have time to stop.” you defended yourself once again.

logan’s stare turned into somewhat of a half smile before he came over and leaned on the wall beside you.

his hand gently hit the back of your head before it rested there. he returned, “‘m just messin’ with ya, kid. i know you couldn’t stop, i watched the damn thing happen.”

about five seconds later he reached over and took the blood-stained cloth. the hand on the back of your head moved to rest on the side and he gently held you in place while his other hand used the cloth to wipe the remaining blood.

he remained quiet for an extra couple of minutes while he focused, making sure that the bleeding had stopped.

“y’alright?” he inquired when he was finished, the question quiet due to his focus on making sure the bleeding had fully stopped.

you nodded, briefly glancing up at him and running a quick finger under your nose to feel for any wetness, which there was none. “i’m fine now, thanks.”

he gave a little grunt as his way of saying you’re welcome, and after a few more minutes of inspection he leaned back against the wall and tossed the bloody cloth to the side.

logan didn’t seem to want to speak anymore, and he seemed to be a bit zoned out before he muttered out of the blue, “don’t anythin’ to happen t’you, kid. i know it was just a nosebleed, but it can always be worse. remember when scott fell down the stairs?”

you almost giggled at the memory before nodding and responding, “yeah, i remember you laughing so hard i thought you might pass out.”

he gave you a simple blank look, before that same half smile came back for a moment. “it was pretty funny. but that’s not the point. the point is he almost broke his damn leg.”

his concern was met with a halfhearted sigh and a slightly guilty tone. “i know, i know..”

“just.. be careful.” he muttered back. he chose to be silent for a few minutes after, seemingly deep in thought.

he decided to say afterwards, mostly teasingly, “try not t’chase kitty of all people next time. she might phase through the damn floor or somethin’.”

[moonwalkingprincess]

Self sabotaging Eminem (Marshall Mathers) X reader

Written by chatgpt

The backstage area was loud—booming bass from the speakers still shaking the walls, people laughing, drinking, and celebrating the high of another successful show. But all Y/N could hear was the ringing in her ears, her own heartbeat pounding as she stood frozen in the doorway.

Marshall was on the couch in the middle of it all.

Two women draped over him, lips trailing along his neck, hands in his hoodie, their giggles blending into the chaos around them. He wasn’t pushing them away. He wasn’t stopping them. If anything, he looked like he was enjoying it.

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

This wasn’t him. It wasn’t the man she had held through the worst of his withdrawals, the man she had wiped cold sweat off and whispered promises to. The man who had clung to her like she was his only lifeline.

After everything.

Her throat tightened. “Marshall.”

He looked up. His blue eyes met hers, and for a split second, something flickered there—regret, pain, something real. But then it was gone. His expression hardened, and he smirked lazily.

“Yo, Y/N,” he drawled, his voice slurred. “You finally made it.”

One of the women giggled, running her nails down his chest. “You didn’t tell us you had a girl, Em.”

He chuckled, leaning back like he didn’t have a care in the world. “She ain’t mine.”

The words felt like a slap.

Y/N’s breath hitched, her vision blurring. Her hands clenched at her sides. “After all I do for you?” she choked out.

His smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, but then he shrugged. “Didn’t ask you to.”

That was it. The final blow.

She turned on her heel, pushing past the crowd, her chest tightening with every step. The room felt suffocating, the music too loud, the air too thick. Tears burned behind her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

She had given him everything. And he had thrown it away.

___

“Yo, what the hell is wrong with you?”

Marshall barely had time to react before Proof grabbed him by the hoodie, yanking him off the couch. The women scattered, sensing the shift in the air. The party kept going around them, but in this moment, it was just the two of them.

Marshall yanked himself free, scowling. “The fuck, man?”

Proof’s jaw was tight. “Y/N just ran outta here lookin’ like you tore her heart out. And I know you, Em. I know you love her. So what the fuck was that?”

Marshall exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. “I had to do it, Proof.”

Proof’s eyes narrowed. “Bullshit.”

Marshall’s fists clenched. His whole body was tense, like he was barely holding himself together. “She deserves better, man. Better than this. Better than me.” His voice cracked, just for a second.

Proof stared at him. “So you broke her heart on purpose? You think that’s gonna help her?”

Marshall’s chest rose and fell heavily. “I’m fucked up. I keep messin’ up. I’m tryna get clean, but what if I don’t? What if I relapse? What if I drag her down with me?” He shook his head, jaw clenching. “She don’t need to be with a fuckin’ junkie, man. She should hate me. That way, she can move on.”

Proof let out a bitter laugh. “Man, you really think she’s just gonna forget about you? After everything?” He took a step closer, lowering his voice. “She was the only one who stayed, Em. She saw you at your worst and still stayed. And you think this—this bullshit act—is gonna make her stop caring?”

Marshall swallowed hard. His throat burned. His hands were shaking. He felt like he was suffocating under the weight of his own guilt.

Proof sighed, his voice softer now. “You love her, right?”

Marshall’s jaw clenched. He didn’t answer.

Proof nodded like he already knew. “Then stop runnin’ from it. ‘Cause you just lost the best thing you ever had.”

Marshall didn’t say a word as Proof walked away.

But for the first time, he felt it—the empty space Y/N left behind. And it fucking hurt.

[awkward-walking-potato]

My Kitty Cat

Logan was stalking through the mansion, his usual gruff expression firmly in place, when he heard it—my voice, calling out from down the hall.

"Hey, kitty cat!" I called, the grin on my face audible in my tone.

He stopped dead in his tracks, his hands balling into fists at his sides. I didn’t need to see his face to know the reaction I’d get; it was the same every time.

“Stop calling me that,” he growled without turning around, his voice a low rumble that might’ve scared anyone else off. But I wasn’t anyone else.

I jogged up to him, barely able to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside me. Logan might be a terrifying sight when he was angry—adamantium claws, unyielding muscles, that perpetual scowl—but I’d long since learned that my teasing barely scratched the surface of his temper.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that,” I said, stepping into his path. “You know it’s just a little fun.”

He stared down at me, his blue eyes narrowing into slits. “You call this fun?”

I reached up without hesitation, my fingers diving into the thick, unruly mess of his hair. “Sure do,” I said, giving one of the tufts a playful tug. “Look at these little cat ears. They’re practically begging for a petting.”

Logan batted my hand away, his expression darkening further. “I’m not some damn pet,” he snapped, his voice dripping with irritation. “And I ain’t your toy either.”

“You could’ve fooled me,” I shot back, smirking. “You’re always lurking around, giving me that brooding look. It’s like you’re begging for me to come over and ruffle your fur.”

His jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck flexing as he ground his teeth together. For a moment, I thought I’d actually pushed him too far. Logan was all about control, about keeping the beast inside on a leash, and I didn’t want to be the one to make him lose it.

But then, instead of the explosion I was half expecting, he just let out a sharp exhale, his eyes flicking up to meet mine.

“You really get a kick outta this, don’t you?” he said, his voice softer, but no less dangerous.

I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. “What do you mean?”

Logan’s gaze bore into me, and I felt the usual confidence I had around him waver. “This whole thing. You messin’ with me. Callin’ me kitty, actin’ like I’m some kinda joke.”

The playful smirk I usually wore around him faltered. “Logan, I’m not—”

“You like pokin’ the bear,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “But you’re playin’ with fire, darlin’.”

My breath hitched at the way he said it, the low rasp of his voice sending a shiver down my spine. I’d never heard him talk like that before—like he was barely holding something back.

“I’m just teasing,” I said, my voice coming out quieter than I intended. “I didn’t think you minded…”

“Yeah, well, maybe I do,” he growled, leaning down so his face was inches from mine. “Maybe I’m tired of you always treatin’ me like some kinda joke.”

There was a challenge in his eyes now, something fierce and untamed. I should’ve backed off, apologized, but instead, I found myself drawn in, unable to look away.

“I didn’t mean to—” I started, but he cut me off with a low, frustrated sound, a noise that sent a flush of heat through me.

“Enough,” he said, his voice rough. “You’re done messin’ with me.”

Before I could respond, before I could even process what was happening, Logan’s hand shot out, grabbing me by the back of the neck and pulling me to him. His lips crashed against mine in a kiss that was anything but gentle—possessive, demanding, and utterly consuming.

I gasped against his mouth, my hands instinctively gripping the front of his shirt as he pulled me closer, like he was trying to erase any distance between us. The kiss was fierce, a clash of teeth and tongues, and for a moment, all I could do was hold on and let him take what he wanted.

When he finally pulled back, both of us were breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together as we stood there, the tension between us crackling like electricity. His eyes were dark, wild, as he looked down at me, his hand still fisted in my hair.

“Still think it’s funny to call me kitty?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

I stared up at him, my heart pounding in my chest, every nerve in my body on fire. “Maybe,” I managed to say, though my voice was shaky. “But I think I like this better.”

A rough chuckle rumbled out of him, and he shook his head, his hand loosening its grip but not letting go entirely. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

I grinned, finally regaining some of my composure. “So I’ve been told.”

Logan’s eyes softened just a fraction, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “You keep pushin’ me like that, and you’re gonna get burned.”

I tilted my head, my grin widening. “Maybe I like a little fire.”

He huffed out a breath, somewhere between exasperation and amusement, and released his hold on me. “You’re playin’ a dangerous game.”

“Good thing I like to win,” I shot back, stepping back but still feeling the heat between us.

He shook his head again, but there was something different in his expression now—something softer, maybe even affectionate, buried under all that gruff exterior.

“Guess you ain’t all that bad,” he muttered, as if admitting it was some great burden.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said, feeling a strange warmth spreading through me at the admission.

Logan gave me one last long look before turning to walk away, but I didn’t miss the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. And as I watched him go, I couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, all that teasing had finally paid off.

Because the Wolverine might not like being called kitty, but Logan? He sure didn’t seem to mind me all that much.

[thebearer]

the milestones menu: nonna berzatto's homemade pasta

prompt: yours and carmen's first "i love you".

contains: fluff, general fluff. some mentions to dead relatives, carmen's self doubt, but very minimal bc it's very fluffy :)

2 cups of flour- Semolina. 

4 Large Eggs 

Pinch of Salt

Put flour into a mound. Make a center, and add the eggs to the middle. Whisk slowly with a fork, gradually working it in little at a time until nice and thick. Knead the mixture for about ten minutes. Let it rest in the fridge for thirty minutes. Put it in a ball, and roll it out very thin. 

“Can’t believe you never had homemade pasta.” Carmen shook his head, blue eyes peeking out from under the mess of curls. 

“Nope.” You shook your head, grinning over the crystal wine glass, sipping your riesling slowly. “Strictly a boxed pasta girl.” 

“Fuckin’ criminal.” Carmen grinned, a playful, lopsided smirk that had you blushing.

The counter was covered in flour, stopping just where you rested, propped up on the granite while Carmen worked. Your eyes trained on his hands, hands that stirred the eggs into the flour, kneaded the dough until your thighs were clenching. 

“My Nonna is rollin’ in her grave right now, you know that?” Carmen pulled you from your gaze, rolling out the dough. 

“Noooo, don't say that.” You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re making me feel bad, Carmen. I swear I thought Olive Garden made fresh pasta.” 

Carmen laughed, a little shy but louder now- more himself. He’d blossomed with you lately, unveiling new parts of himself every single day. “‘M just kiddin’, baby.” Carmen hummed, eyes cutting to you a little skeptical. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to sound like an asshole. That sounded douchey, right?” 

You smiled, setting your glass behind you. “No, I was just messin’ with you, bear.” The nickname- his nickname. Hearing it more and more roll from your tongue, each time his heart skipped harder than the last. 

“Is this her recipe?” You asked, picking up the faded recipe card, looped cursive on the aged paper. “Your Nonna’s?” 

“Yeah,” Carmen nodded. “I, uh, so when I left to go to culinary school, right? She was sick, and… and I think she, like, knew that when I went to New York that would be the last time she saw me.” Carmen’s face dropped, slow and sad, it made your own heart sink. 

“So she-she gave me all these recipe books and-and cards that were hers. We used to cook together a lot. She taught me how to cook, y’know? My mom and dad were always at the restaurant and didn’t want to cook when they got home. They didn’t want me in the restaurant either so I spent a lot of time with her.” Carmen muttered. You could see the memories playing behind his eyes. 

You liked to picture that version of Carmen, a little boy with wild curls, helping his Nonna cook. Happy memories. 

“That’s sweet.” You smiled, leaning against the cabinets. “She did a really good job. You know she’s so insanely proud of you.” 

Carmen snorted, shaking his head lightly. “Yes, she is. Everyone’s proud of you, Carmen… I’m proud of you.” You hesitate, eyes scanning his features. It was true, of course, but handling Carmen sometimes was like handling a frightened animal. You were never sure what would make him scatter away in fear. 

Carmen swallowed thickly, cheeks flushed red, lips in a tight line. “T-Thanks.” Carmen muttered, wiping his hands on his apron, tossing the flour back into his clammy hands. 

“She, uh, she woulda loved you, y’know.” Carmen’s eyes met yours, intense and piercing. “I wish you coulda met her.” 

“Yeah, me too.” You nod. “I would’ve loved to hear all the baby Carmen cooking stories. I bet she had some good ones.” You smiled, bright and wide- perfect. It made Carmen’s brain numb. 

“Yeah, she would.” Carmen nodded, hands stilling, still buried in the dough. 

He felt it in his bones, his heart, consuming his thoughts. The overwhelming need he’d felt for weeks, since the first time you kissed him really, that he’d been fighting- too scared to say. What he felt every time he looked at you, when he thought about you. 

“Um, I-I wanna say something, and-and I don’t know if I should even fuckin’ say this or-or if it’s… fuck, if you-you feel the same or I just, I don’t wanna fuck this up because this is like the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and-and I’m workin’ on not ruinin’ good shit in my life and bein’ ok with it like-like my therapist says ya know, but-” Carmen rambled, words spilling out in fast, overwhelming bouts that took you by surprise. 

Carmen flustered, reaching a dough covered hand to his face, the sticky batter catching on his brows and hair. He flushed deeply, hands shaking in embarrassment, cursing under his breath. “F-Fuck, I-I’m sorry. I-I, nevermind, it’s not… I don’t know why-why I would-” His hands trembled, body shaking with anger and embarrassment. Way to fuckin’ go, Berzatto, you fuckin’ ruin it. That’s all you ever do, Carmen thought bitterly, wiping his hands off on the cloth. 

“Carm,” You said softly, your voice a beacon in the raging sea of his mind, pulling him out of his own harsh thoughts. 

Carmen turned, a fury flush of pure embarrassment that burnt all down his cheeks to his chest. Eyes soft and wary, hesitant like he was doomed, destined for the worse. 

You slide off the counter easily, grabbing the spare towel, bringing it to his eyebrows, wiping the dough off gently. The softness of your touch soothed Carmen, lulling his hammering heart- he didn’t see your own shaking hands, filled with your own adrenaline nerves. 

You stood in front of him, eyes on the other, careful and watching- unsure. “I-I love you, too.” Your breath hitched, squeezing the words out in a nervous tumble. Carmen didn’t move, body going rigid, heart stopping entirely. The ringing was back in his ears, clouding his brain so loudly he was sure he heard you wrong. 

“I’ve wanted to say it for a while, too, but didn’t…” You shook your head, heat in your own cheeks, eyes casting down to his dough covered hand. “I didn’t know if-if you felt that or if- I don’t know, I didn’t want to seem crazy or obsessive if it was too soon, and-and scare you.” 

“No,” Carmen croaked, tongue thick in his own mouth. “No, I-I mean- fuck,” Carmen shook his head, looking to the wall. He needed a second, words jumbled in his mouth, heart racing, so high off the adrenaline he felt like he could combust at any moment. 

“I-I was gonna say that too.” Carmen nodded, the quirk in your lips making his heart lurch. “That I love you. I was- yeah, I love you. I-I have for a while.” 

“Really?” You whispered, voice tiny and excited, like it was a secret just for the two of you. Maybe it was. 

“Yeah, fuck yeah.” Carmen let out a breathy, shaky laugh. “I love you, and-and I just love you so much it makes my brain hurt sometimes.” 

“Me too.” You grin, a hand pressing to his cheek. “I love you.” The phrase you’d repressed for so long, deprived yourself of saying now spilled out of you like a mantra- like that was all you could say now. 

Carmen grinned, brain bubbly and light. He let you pull him into a kiss, head tilting down, lips molding over yours so they fit perfectly. 

Later over plates of Bologonese, you grinned across the table from Carmen. “If I didn’t tell you I loved you before, I definitely would now.” You moaned, pointing at the plate. “I really was missing out.” 

Carmen beamed under your praise, gooey and love drunk off your words- off you. He knew Viola Berzatto, wherever she was, was boasting with pride. 

And he knew his Nonna would have loved you too. 

[pupkashi]

seven is so satoru coded in the way that he will always do something to annoy you until you’re halfway out the door, keys in hand ready to never speak to him again (for like two hours) and suddenly he’s whining and pouting, buying you flowers and apologizing profusely

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow you’re being so-” you cut yourself with a frustrated groan, rolling your eyes at your immature boyfriend, grabbing the keys and walking towards the front door.

satoru is hot on your heels, “baby I’m sorry! c’mon!” there’s a whine to his voice, when he sees you aren’t stopping he’s huffing, grabbing your wrist and twirling you around so your chests bump together.

he’s towering over you, leaning down slightly to be closer to eye level with you, “you aren’t gonna leave me are ya? was just messin’ with you baby” his blue eyes are looking into yours.

you can see the hint of mischief poorly concealed in them, knowing in two days time he’ll be annoying you once more.

for a split second you want nothing more than to shove him away from you and leave, but then his soft lips are crashing into yours, the taste of his honey lip balm hitting your taste buds.

when you both pull away breathless you’re rolling your eyes, placing the keys back on their hook and heading towards the couch, looking back when satoru doesn’t follow you.

“what’re you waiting for? thought you wanted to watch this movie” you’re sitting on the couch and satoru practically throws himself on the couch, curling up to your side and peppering your face with kisses followed by ‘i love you so much’ and ‘I’d die without you.’

anytime the two of you argue he’s always running back to you with flowers, chocolates, love letters and a boombox begging for forgiveness. he’ll do ANYTHING he can possible think of in order to get ur attention, from running after you in a pouring thunderstorm, chasing you down with the flowers he just bought a minute ago, literally anything (even faking his own death, just to get you to talk to him).

you always find it in you to forgive him. after all, who else is gonna love you better than the most smitten man on earth?

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PART TWO HERE.

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Reverse Trope Prompt: (see end notes after reading. No peeking!)

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Ghost x reader

sfw -bit of angst, profanity, a frisky drunk bird but nothing explicit

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

"Looks like LT's pulled 'imself another winner."

Gaz glances over his shoulder, sniffs, then turns back with a cynical curl to his lip. Lifting his pint glass, he slants a knowing look at his fellow sergeant. "He's lost the bloody plot, if ya ask me. Hooks up with every bird he gets his hands on, now." He shakes his head. "'S bloody mental, mate. What the hell is he thinkin'?"

Soap grunts, mouth twisting in disgust as he focuses on his lieutenant and the cackling drunk bird splayed across his lap. "Canna say. Dinnae ken wha's gotten into 'im. Feckin' mad, lettin' a bonnie, good lass go t'chase after sloppy-drunk tarts like tha' one."

"You lads ready for another round?"

Both men flinch at the sound of your voice and glance up at you with guilty expressions. They know you had to have heard what they were saying. Gaz drops his gaze as he nods and pushes his glass across the bar, while Soap tilts his head to study you. You meet his searching blue eyes while you refill Gaz's pint, knowing what's coming. You breathe out a tired sigh.

"What's the matter, Johnny?"

His brows pinch together in a perturbed frown. "Does it no' bother yeh, 'im flauntin' those mingin' slags right in yer face?"

"Jesus, Soap!" Gaz hisses, elbowing him. "Shut ya bloody gob." He then turns his attention back to you, offering an apologetic smile. "Sorry, luv. He's got no filter when he drinks too much."

"Oi! I dinnae need yeh t'make excuses fer meh," Soap fusses, still scowling when he looks back to you. "'M sorry, hen. Dinnae mean t'upset yeh. Jus' think it's no' right, 'im scrapin' yeh off the way 'e did, then comin' in 'ere where yeh work, messin' about with other birds, like 'e does. 'S disrespectful."

Your eyes drift to Ghost, grimacing at the way the woman in his lap is pawing at him, before dropping your eyes to glare at the bar top. "It doesn't matter," you mutter, wiping down the bar with more force than is necessary. "We're over, so he can do what he wants with whoever he wants. I think him breaking things off between us was probably for the best, don't you?"

The two sergeants exchange a look.

Soap huffs and slumps on his bar stool, mumbling into his pint, "Yeh're too good fer 'im, anyway." He knocks the last of his stout back with an angry sneer.

Gaz nods in agreement, his eyes sympathetic when he adds, "Ya can do better, luv. Deserve someone who'll treat ya right."

You try to smile, but it's fake, brittle. "Seriously, it's alright. I'm over it. Really."

You can tell that neither of them believes you.

Your call for last orders goes out a few minutes later, and the few customers left in the pub begin to drift towards the door. Gaz and Soap are settling up their tabs when Ghost steps up behind them, the giggling drunk bird tucked under his arm. His dark eyes slide over you, like you're not even there.

"'M headin' out, lads. I'll see the two'uh ya back at base. Gonna take 'er 'ome," he tells the sergeants, nodding down at the bleary-eyed bird glued to his side.

Gaz give a curt nod, avoiding eye contact. Soap makes a scoffing noise in the back of his throat. "Aye. Jus' keep rubbin' 'er nose in it," he mutters, then sniffs, shaking his head. "Steamin' Jaysus."

Ghost tenses, eyes narrowing over his face mask. "Ya gotta problem, sergeant?"

Just as Soap's mouth opens to reply, you clear your throat, breaking the tense moment. "How 'bout a bag of crisps to soak up all that alcohol, Johnny? My treat."

His head swivels around to look at you, the scowl slowly melting off his face when he sees your worried expression. He blows out a breath. "Aye. Thanks, bon." He side-eyes Ghost, then looks away. "See ya later, LT," he mumbles.

The drunk bird makes a whining noise, tugging at Ghost's jacket. "C'mon, luv. Leh's gooo. 'M ready t'get home." She then gives him a drunken, lewd grin, pressing up against him. "Ya can help me get these tights off, yeah?" she whispers to him, waggling her eyebrows.

Ghost grunts a laugh, seemingly amused. "Cheeky muppet. Olright. Let's get outta here."

You busy yourself with wiping down the bar as Ghost leads the tottering woman out the door, then toss your towel down once he's gone. Snagging two bags of crisps for the sergeants, you hand one to each of them.

"Here ya go," you murmur. "Need me to call a taxi for ya?"

"No thanks, luv," Gaz replies softly, sliding off his stool. "I already ordered us an Uber. Let's go, Soap."

Soap stands, his crisps clutched in his hand. He's scowling, shaking his head. "'E's a bloody eejit," he mutters.

You finally wave goodbye to the two sergeants, locking up behind them once you usher them out the door. Blowing out a tired breath, you lean back against it and stare down at your trainers.

"God, I'm glad this night is over," you mumble to yourself, then heave another sigh before heading back to the bar, ready to close up for the night and get out of there.

The drive home is short, just a couple blocks away, but it still gives you too much time to think. This is by far the worst break-up you've ever been through. None of your work mates or friends can seem to go a day without mentioning it. Even worse, Simon's mates won't let it go, either.

You appreciate their support, but seriously wish that Soap and Gaz would stop bringing Simon up, altogether. It's hard enough watching the big lug flirting with birds right under your nose. You don't need Soap pointing it out to you, or Gaz giving you those sad, pitying looks all night.

You try to shake off your negative thoughts as you park and walk to your flat. It's sweet that the lads are trying to be there for you, but you hope that they'll just let it go soon. Maybe you should just tell them you're seeing someone else. It might help put their minds at ease, get them to back off a little bit.

Once inside your flat, you toe off your trainers and turn on the lights, then pad into the kitchen. Putting some leftovers in the microwave, you shuffle off to take a quick shower while it's heating, hoping the hot water will soothe away some of your stress.

As you're toweling off, you hear your front door open and then close. Hurrying to get dressed, you open the bathroom door, the smell of yesterday's shepherd's pie hitting your nose. You hear the clatter of plates and utensils coming from the kitchen as you pace down the short hallway and peek around the corner. You stop when you reach the doorway, leaning your shoulder against the jamb and crossing your arms over your chest.

"Took you awhile to get here. Thought you might've decided to stay the night with that bird, after all."

Simon sets the leftover shepherd's pie he just took out of the microwave on the table, smirking. Tossing down the potholders, he comes to you, his big arms wrapping around your body to pull you close before his head dips to give you a kiss.

"Took forever t'get 'er outta the bloody truck an' into 'er flat. 'Ad t'fight 'er off'uh me the whole way there, too, the handsy git." He rumbles out a low chuckle. "She was right pissed when I left without helpin' 'er outta those tights."

You huff, cutting him a snarky look. "Yeah, I bet." You frown, sliding your hands down his chest. "I wish we didn't have to do this, Si. I don't like seeing other women all over my man, and I hate lying to everyone, especially Johnny and Kyle."

He sighs, lifting a hand to cradle your face. "I know, sweet'art, but it won't be f'much longer. Cap says Nik's almost got all of our documents an' passports in order. When it's time, we'll loop Gaz an' Johnny in. My next mission out, Ghost will be reported KIA, an' once he's laid t'rest, it'll finally be over. No more sneakin' around, no more lyin'. We'll 'ave new identities, a new life." He hugs you tighter. "An' I can finally provide my missus wiff a proper 'ome."

"Si..."

His eyes go lazy and warm as he slides his hand down to cover your belly. "Gotta 'ave a proper 'ome, love. 'S why we're doin' this. Wanna be free an' clear a'fore the li'l nipper gets 'ere. Yeah?"

You gaze up into your husband's eyes, a hopeful smile spreading across your face. You plant a kiss on his smirking lips and nod.

"Yeah."

-

End notes - *shrugs* I didn't want to spoil the ending. 😉

reverse trope: Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

[littlxpxtal]

Sex, Drugs, Etc.

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence WORD COUNT: 2.1K

Everywhere I go, I know that I don't wanna be

Part of something I won't ever need

Your socialized, romanticized life

November Cont.

“Rafe ‘m really not in the mood to play your games. I just had to break up a fight and my house is a fuckin’ mess.” I mumble before opening the downstairs door. I hear him following behind me down the stairs as I make my way to my room. I walk over to the patio doors, pulling the curtains closed.

“I didn’t say you could stay,” I say as I sit on my chair in front of my vanity starting to take my jewelry off. He makes himself at home on the edge of my bed picking up one of the stuffed animals nearest to him. 

“You need to lighten up,” he says, inspecting the stuffed cat with big blue eyes. 

I finish taking off my earrings and placing them onto the ceramic plate in front of me. I stand up and make my way over to him, ripping the stuffed animal out of his hands and tossing it to the other side of the bed.

He reaches out to grab my waist, pulling me in between his legs. I stumble forward, placing my hands on his chest, feeling his firm muscles under my hands. Warmth rushes through my legs and up my thighs at the sensation of his hands squeezing my sides and our close proximity. 

He plays with the crystal tassels on my dress, his hand creeping slowly underneath them.

“Rafe” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as his fingers graze the inside of my thigh.

“Tell me to stop,” he says, his other hand moving to grab my ass. I bite my bottom lip unsure of what my next response should be. I know sleeping with Rafe would be so wrong, but I would be lying to myself if I didn’t think he was the hottest guy in Kildare. 

I wouldn’t be the only girl to think so, and I wouldn’t be the only girl to fall for his tricks. 

“You’re just messin’ with me” I finally say through an exhale. My hands are still placed on his chest but I feel the urge to run them through his hair as he’s sitting before me. His bangs have fallen in front of his face and he looks up at me through his dark lashes. 

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and traces his fingers over my panty line, his other hand still firmly grasping my ass.

“I told you, you looked good didn’t I?” he asks. I try to read his face, to see if this is some kind of sick joke he’s trying to pull. I quickly glance behind me as if there’s someone with a camera hiding in my closet, ready to expose me.

“No one’s here,” he murmurs, pulling me closer so my stomach is pressed against his chest, My hands raise to his shoulders and I feel my breathing become heavy and rapid. 

“‘M so confused I thought you hated me?” I ask, trailing my fingers along his neck, still fighting the urge to touch his hair. He’s looking up at me intently, chin gently resting on my chest.

“I could never hate you,” he responds plainly. The silence between us lingers for a few seconds as I contemplate what my next move is.

“You act like it. You were just berating me like ten minutes ago” I decide to respond, curious as to what he could say next.

“Why don’t you let me show you how much I don’t hate you.” 

I decided I wasn’t going to let Rafe feel like he was in control of the situation. I swing my right leg around him, pushing him down onto my bed, my face hovering over his. His hands readjust on my hips pushing my crotch down against his, and I feel his hard bludge throbbing through his pants against the thin fabric of my dress.

“Holy shit,” I mumble, holding eye contact as his face remains unreadable. 

“Told you,” he whispers before reaching his face up to lock his lips with mine. His mouth is slightly parted and I glide my tongue over his. He groans in the kiss and bucks his hips against mine. My hand tangles into his hair, the other is pushing me up in support. His right hand releases from my hip and he reaches to pull my hair out of my face, clutching it into a fist behind my neck. 

Our lips move painfully slow against each other, and he pushes me by the neck deeper into the kiss.

My hands release from his hair and trail down to unbutton his shirt. When I get down to the last button he sits us up to pull it off his shoulders, flinging the shirt across the room. Our mouths still attached, he finds the zipper to my dress on the side and begins to unzip the fabric. 

“Every guy in Kildare was eye fucking you tonight.” he finally says, breaking our kiss.

“‘N I know all of them are having wet dreams tonight just hoping to get the chance to take this dress off of you.” I roll my eyes and pull myself off of him to let the rest of the dress slip down my body, leaving me in only white lace panties. 

“Lucky you,” I state, leaning over to unbutton his pants. He stands to let them fall to the ground, and grabs my body, pushing it down to the bed, and climbing on top of me. His hands are on the side of my head and he's hovering over my body, scanning me with his eyes up and down. He runs one hand down the side of my body and I feel myself tremble under his touch.

“Yea, lucky me,” he whispers before leaning down to attach his mouth to my right nipple.

“Fuck” I breathe out heavily, grasping his hair with both hands, letting a soft whimper fall from my lips in response to his mouth attacking my sensitive bud. 

My eyes roll to the back of my head as he attaches his mouth to my left nipple, using his free hand to fondle my right boob. His tongue laps over my nipple repeatedly and I squirm beneath him, reaching my hand down to feel his dick over his Polo boxers.

I gulp hard when I finally grasp his length, eyes squeezing shut just imagining what it would feel like inside. He had a thick girth, and I felt a slight curve towards the tip. My mouth began to water, and I heard myself panting beneath him. 

“Sure you don’t want me to stop?” he finally asks, his mouth skimming over my chest, up my neck and finally laying a wet kiss on my cheek. My eyes flutter open and I see him staring directly down at me. I shake my head and he tsks his tongue.

“Use your words,” he commands.

“No I don’t want you to stop.” I surprise myself at the authoritative tone. I see a flash of excitement in his eyes, the first emotion he's shown since he entered my room.

“Lets see whats under these pretty little panties.” he coos, pulling himself off of me, onto his knees at the edge of the bed. He pulls me down by my legs so they’re dangling over the edge. His hands creep up my legs and I try my best to hold still as he drags my underwear down my legs, flicking them to the side. He pushes open my legs with both hands, peppering kisses on the inside of my right thigh. His hair tickles me and I slightly fidget beneath him. His hands hold down my legs, forcing me to become still again.

He takes a hand to spread me open, the other still firmly gripped on my thigh.

“So fuckin’ pretty” he whispers, before dipping his tongue in between my folds. I let out a long sigh at the feeling of his tongue against such a sensitive part of my body. My back arches up from the bed and I reach down to place a hand in his hair. His tongue traces circles all around my pussy, licking up all of the juices from the stimulation he’s given me.

“Taste like heaven,” he mumbles against my skin, slowing his pace, dragging his tongue up and down, devouring me. Rafe flicks his tongue at my clit finally and I let out a deep moan, earning a chuckle from him. 

He runs a finger between my folds, teasing my entrance. His eyes finally flicker up to mine and I prop myself up on my elbows. He raises an eyebrow and I shake my head, yes, permitting him to do whatever he wants. He slides the finger in with ease and my head rolls back.

His mouth attaches to my clit and he forcefully sucks at it while pumping his index finger in and at at a constant pace. 

“Fuck Rafe” I gasp out. He slides a second finger inside, stretching me out. He curls the fingers up, hitting a spot that makes me embarrassingly whimper beneath him. His tongue flattens against my bud and he makes strokes up and down, fastening the pace of his fingers. 

He moans against my pussy, and I release a full-body tremble, his eyes flash up to me and I bite down on my bottom lip, holding in the moan I so desperately want to let out. 

“Let me hear you,” he says, breaking contact from my throbbing clit for a second, before dipping back in, keeping his eyes on me. I stare directly into his eyes and let out the most pathetic moan I’ve ever heard escape my lips. 

His eyes roll and for a second he loses pace with his fingers. After collecting himself again and getting back to work, I let whimpers fall from my mouth uncontrollably as I felt myself reaching my climax. 

My legs shake uncontrollably under his hold and I finally cry out

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Panting heavily I pull desperately at his hair with one hand, the other clawing at his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin as I come undone on his face. He keeps the pace exactly where I need him as I ride out my high, moaning profanities out loud that in the morning I knew I would be embarrassed of him hearing. 

After a few moments of him cleaning me up with his tongue, his head pops up between my thighs, with a big smirk spread across his face.

“That was hot,” he says, using my thighs to help him push himself up. I lay there, deflated as a balloon, blissed out of my mind as he waltzed over to my bathroom to rinse off his hands and face. I watch him from the corner of my eye check himself out in the mirror and he finally strolls back over, leaning down to pick his pants up off the ground.

I stare at him, analyzing his next moves. He pulls his pants up over his boxers and scans the room for his shirt. I point in the direction of where he threw it, and finally sit up, pulling a throw blanket over my naked body.

“Are we not gonna…” I say, puzzled at him getting fully clothed again.

“Nah Top’s having an after and I said I would bring some of my stash” 

I try to not let disappointment fall on my face at the fact that he wasn’t actually going to fuck me. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll fuck somday.” he says smugly, buttoning up his shirt. I scoff and roll my eyes, walking over to my drawer with the blanket wrapped around me. I pull a large T-shirt out of the middle drawer and slide it over me.

“Says who?” I finally snap back, turning to look at him. He walks over, pressing me against my dresser. My body still shaking from the orgasm I just had. 

He stared deep into my eyes, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face.

“Something tells me you’ll be begging for it soon.” I roll my eyes again and push him away from me.

“Whatever” I finally say, sitting on my bed. “You’re not gonna tell anyone right?” I ask as he slips on his shoes.

“No, I’m not gonna tell anyone you just came all over my face.” he says, grinning from ear to ear. 

“You’re so fucking annoying.” I say, throwing the same stuffed animal he was examining earlier at him. Unfortunately he catches it with ease and he chuckles, tossing it back onto the bed. 

“Happy Birthday Y/N. See ya in 3rd period!” he says chipperly, before exiting my patio doors.

I stare at the doors in disbelief. This was the most Rafe Cameron thing he’s ever done to me.

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[quixotical-lymbo]

Hey there! I love your writing and especially with Mk, and so I'm just here to drop by and ask you if I could have some Mk angst, preferably with a female!reader, but if you want, go with a gn!reader. I don't really mind which format, do whatever's easiest for you!

What I have in mind is where reader realizes that Mk is literally- in figuratively way- destroying himself with work, hero duties, and romance. Not wanting that, reader is trying to break up with the chaos incarnate to lessen his load.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and I understand if you don't want to do this, just wanted to drop by!

Pairing: MK x fem!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Being in a relationship with the world's hero isn't all sunshine and rainbows. There are many responsibilities that come with it. So, making a decision like this would help you two in the long run…right?  Warnings/Tags: Post s5 spoilers YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, angst, hurt/no comfort, and breakup. Word Count: 1300+ words 🍜 - I like the way you think anon...ur evil >:)/pos

"Can…can you repeat that for me? I don't think I heard you right." 

"I'm breaking up with you." 

"Ha..haha, hehe, you're funny! That was a good one, cutie! Really got me there," MK wiped a tear from the corner of his eye as he glanced around the park you two were sitting in. "Now, what vendor are we gonna hit today? Y'know I think I wanna try that-" 

"MK." 

MK grimaced before turning his gaze onto you. You took in a deep breath before letting it out and with one hand stretched to rest on his arm.   

"Did I…did I do something wrong?" MK's voice trembled as he spoke, his own hand reaching up to land on top of yours. 

"Oh goodness, no-" You reassured as you took his hand in yours. "-nothing like that." 

 

"Then why?"

Exactly. Why were you ruining an almost picture perfect relationship for no apparent reason? And so out of the blue? I mean, your boyfriend just got back from his nth time saving-the-world expedition and that meant he had a lot more time to spend the peaceful days with you. So…why?

—🍜—-

You stirred the remaining noodles in your bowl, the lukewarm soup brought an unexplainable comfort to your cold palms. With a few glances toward the door, your unease grew as the seconds ticked by. 

"He's supposed tah be 'ere twenty minutes ago," Pigsy's voice grumbled from within the kitchen. "I got way too many orders for him to be messin' around wit my time-" 

"-I'M HERE, I'M HERE-...Oh! Pookie!?" MK's gaze landed on you as he staggered from the door he slammed open. You called out his name with the same amount of adoration as he walked up to your side and planted a wet kiss on your forehead. 

"I'll be right back after I finish up here," MK promised as his smile trembled from the strain of keeping it up. You merely raised a brow at the state of his messy hair, gloomy vibes, and overall…stressed look? 

"Oh, we don't have to do anything tonight if you're not up for it-" 

"-NO, ahem, no worries, my love, I'm A-okay! Just be ready for your feet to be swept when your prince charming comes back!" MK blew a few kisses and winked in your direction before collecting the orders from Pigsy and hightailing it out of the shop. You and Pigsy watched as MK almost tripped out of the door. 

"Is…he always like this…?" You glanced at your boyfriend's father. Pigsy sighed as he ran a hand down his face, his brow creased from a multitude of things causing him headaches; his son being a major contributor. 

"You don't know the half of it, kid." 

There were a few more instances where you felt like MK was speed-running for the entire duration you two were supposed to be spending time together. Whether it was on dates, hanging with Mei, or even just bumping into each other. Your interactions were sweet, short, and to the point. Sometimes, MK's love bombing was downright suffocating. One time you could barely get out of bed with how hard he hugged you during movie night. 

The following weeks were a whirlwind of craziness that you were, unfortunately, caught up in. Watching your boyfriend hop in a truck and run away from a confrontation between a celestial and…was that the monkey king? 

Whoever that was, you were already sprinting back home to avoid getting yourself in harm's way.

That was the last time you saw MK for a while until two weeks or so later. By the time MK and co had returned, you had already decided what you were going to do moving forward. The answer was clear as day in your mind and made the most sense. After all, MK didn't need anything else added onto his plate of responsibilities and he certainly didn't need you. 

Sadly, your heart was still (and still is) conflicted. 

—🍜—-

Your gaze wandered away from him and MK hated how he couldn't see your face. He disliked it as much as the anticipation eating away at him, making his hands sweat way more than he was comfortable with. You struggled to properly find the words and when that failed you, the only thing you could muster was a few choppy sentences that probably didn't make much sense. 

 

"I just think it's for the best," Your voice wavered as the irritating sting in your eyes meant the waterworks weren't far behind. MK didn't seem like he could hold his back for long as he cleared his throat and nodded along with what you said. 

"Right, right, uh-...then," MK stood up from the bench and offered his hand to you. "Can I at least walk you home? It's getting late and I…" don't want to say goodbye.

A smile broke out on your face as you sniffed, happily placing your hand in his and the two of you began trekking back to your home. The stillness that surrounded you both was…oddly cathartic, cozy, and made you feel lighter than air. That heavy weight that had been sitting on your chest was finally lifted. In its place there was a giant abyss left where your heart would be. You ignored this seeping feeling of dread, at least you managed to lighten your—MK's load. 

The sight of your neighborhood caused MK to squeeze your hand from time to time with each step taken, corner rounded, and familiar sights leading to the end of the both of you. 

MK wished in the back of his mind for you to say something, to let him know that this was all an elaborate prank, a joke that you would surely confess the punchline as soon as he led you to the door of your home. 

None of that happened.

Instead, MK was standing in front of your door with you standing before him. The dim light from the nearby lamp post illuminated your skin beautifully under the moonlight.

"Thank you for walking me back..I'll..um." 

"It's no worries, I.." 

The two young adults awkwardly glanced elsewhere as the uneasiness from earlier lingered. You shook your head and opened your arms, "Hug?" 

MK looked up from where he kicked at the floor and grinned, "Hug." 

One step and the two of you were wrapped in each other's confining, warm embrace.

"I'm gonna miss you," MK admitted through choked tears that escaped him. 

"I'll be here if you need me, but we need this…you need this," You rubbed a comforting hand on MK's back, frowning at the sight of his shoulders shuddering and the sound of his feeble sniffles. After a few more seconds, MK was the first to pull out of the hug. His face was damp with tears and what appeared to be snot, the corners of his eyes already looked puffy as he quickly wiped at his face. 

"..." You wanted nothing more than to comfort him further, but you had to draw a line somewhere if this was going to work. You turned to unlock your door and stepped inside, peeking out to wish the noodle boy one final goodnight. MK simply waved as the door closed, your face disappearing from sight but it was the only thing he could see in his mind. 

No one else was there to witness MK on autopilot. The dark-haired male shuffled out of your neighborhood and somehow ended up halfway up the stairs to his apartment. MK stepped inside his room, yet he couldn't even make it to his bed before he completely crashed on the carpet. Fat blobs of water spilt from his eyes, his frown opening to release the storm of emotions that have been festering the whole interaction. 

Only after his tears dried and the sun began peaking over the horizon did MK manage to fall asleep. 

🍜 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. sparkle banner(s) by @adornedwithlight !!

[charlieluver]

𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚

(Ben Shelton × singer!fem reader) Word count: 750+ Warnings: none Part 2 Divider: @firefly-graphics Ben's talk. Ben's thoughts ✭ Y/n's talk. Y/n's thoughts

24th January 2025

Ben Shelton was struggling. The first set was gruesome, that led to a tiebreaker. His confidence was being broken, little by little, as the game progressed. His journey of Australian open had come to an end, with the Italian defeating him in straight sets. Ben replays the match in his head while cooling off on the bicycle. He reflects on his performance, a pang of sadness filling him. He shakes his mind and starts cycling faster. shit I could have won that "Ben, relax now and introspect tomorrow, you know the drill" his father say, patting his back. He nods at the advice, his pace back to a comfortable one. His mind, now lighter, subconsciously replays the past day's events. Being in the bar, drinking, you. I wish she came today to see me

He opens his phone, and to his surprise, sees a celebrity blue tick dm. It was from you. His heart raced, like a teenager all over again, before he opened the message.

Y/n_muzics: You played well today, dont be too harsh on yourself :)

Ben smiled, the muscles of his face sore. He typed out a quick reply before hopping off the bike, getting ready to go to his hotel room.

Ben_shelton: Too bad you weren't there

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

One text from him led to several replies from you, updating about your lives , so different in all the ways imaginable. Conversations moved out of instagram, entering the messages, which were meant for close people, right? You both talked more than just about your days, about life in general, sharing each other's hardships and difficulties. Ben managed through different timezones, a text or a message always avaible at your end, just to keep you in touch. It felt that coming after a long day, all you need was just a small message from him. As the weeks passed, the texts were now replaced with pictures, voice messages about the silliest things Ben saw while practicing or about how horrible your manager cooks. Ben has been winning matches, you congratulating him on his every win, mostly through a funny cat gifs that he loves. But this night, it was different. You were deciding on which gif to send, but you being you, called him by accident. You yelped, phone lying on the bed as you tried to cut the damn call. But your hands froze midway when his deep voice filled the room. Sup, somethin' important?

I-I'm sorry, this was by accident. I really didn't mean to. You see him laugh, briefly licking his lips. gosh he will be the death of me That means you don't wanna talk with me? I'm hurt man Your eyes widen. No no, that isnt what I mean-

I know, I'm just messin' with ya. Kill yourself Ben you laughed, earning a chuckle from him too. And congratulations on the win, again, like usual Thank you m'lady. Couldn't have done it without your prayers Sure definitely he surely knows how to make my heart race

And the conversations flowed smoothly, most of the times with him pulling your leg or you teasing him about how he only wears singlets to get attention. Cmon now that aint true, I get so sweaty and the last thing I would want is the sleeves sticking to me. He smiles that cheeky grin of his. Sure, so just play shirtless Why you so excited about that? your cheeks flushed, hoping that it doesn't get caught by the facetime camera. I'm not you eyeroll and from your periphery vision, you could see him shaking his head. You both ended up staying in the call for the whole night, like the countless times you both have done before. I'm falling for him harder She is just so caring, I might be falling for her. But does she even like me? ⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎ "So Ben, who would you want to invite in your box?" the UTS interviewer asked him. Um, not really sure y'know, I mean I love Central Cee so prolly him and also Y/n, she's amazing and yea just love her in general "Oh, Y/n should be aware of this" Ben laughs, adding Yea she should, text me when you see this Y/n we gotta make arrangements

Ben looks at this interview, the comments opened under this post.

bennylover: omg is y/n his crush now?! user_tennislover: Look at him being so smiley when she talks abt her sheltonfan: @y/n_muzics girll you got to see this

He scrolled through the comments a little longer, gif of your smiling face being spammed by so many people. Only she doesn't know that I like her, what an irony

woo this was sitting far too long in my drafts i guess I got a little carried away with the colours :))

anyways i hope yall like it!

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[mistfallenmemes]

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝚅𝙴

"No, seriously, get your hands off my man."

"Baby blues, undressin' him."

"Funny how you think that I don't notice it."

"You're actin' like we're friends, we're the opposite."

"I know what you are, tryin' so hard."

"You're runnin' 'round tryna fuck a star."

"Look at the floor or ceilin' or anyone else you're feelin'."

"Take home whoever walks in."

"Take home whoever walks in, just keep your eyes off him."

"Yes, I'm Miss Possessive."

"Pretty girl, gon' learn your lesson."

"Some fights you never gon' win."

"Just keep your eyes off him."

"Yeah, I'll be nice up until I'm not."

"Tonight I forgot."

"I'm tellin' you, you haven't seen the 1 a.m. side of me."

"I'm tellin' you, you haven't seen the 1 a.m. side of me when I'm two drinks in, and you just can't leave me and my man alone."

"Go."

𝟸 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂

"I want your two hands."

"Don't ever let me go."

"I want your two hands on me."

"You don't need to tell me you love me."

"I don't need to hear I'm your number one."

"Everybody's second place."

"You don't gotta shit-talk your last girl, sayin' she don't compare to me."

"Baby, I ain't saying you don't know me well."

"It's just not the shit I need."

"They're just words, they don't mean much."

"Need a little less talk and a lot more touch."

"I just want your two hands on me at all times."

"If you let go better put 'em right back fast."

"Want your two hands on me like my life needs savin'."

"Can you do it like that?"

"You ain't gonna win with the jewelry

"Don't need the cute fuckin' names."

"We don't gotta live out of hotels."

"We could do it in my room all day."

"And I know you could spoil me plenty more."

"I don't really trust that anymore."

"And I already got that bag for free, but if you bought it, then that's sweet."

"They're just things, they don't mean much."

"I seen a real good thing turn to real fucked up."

"You look good on top of me."

𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙾𝙻𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙾𝙾𝚁

"My cold heart is finally melting."

"I moved from the east to the west wing."

"I finally think it might be helping."

"I confess, I'm not that versatile."

"Say I'm good, but I might be in denial."

"Takes one call and that undoes the dial."

"Baby, I tried to call you."

"I tried to call you off like a bad habit."

"I keep comin' back like a revolvin' door."

"Say I couldn't want you less, but I just want you more."

"Shut it down."

"Fuck me good, fuck me up."

"I gotta move towns."

"How'd I get from your gym to your couch?"

"Change my mind so much I can't find it."

"I work so much, can't be reminded."

"Life feels worse, but good with you in it."

"Supposed to be on stage, but fuck it, I need a minute."

"Change my mind so much it's exhaustin'."

"I still think 'bout that night out in Boston."

"I'm more hurt than I would admit."

"I'm supposed to be an adult, but fuck it, I need a minute."

"I need a minute."

𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙼𝚈𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂

"I got some blood on my hands."

"I held you in the night."

"I kept all your secrets in a vault inside my mind."

"I was so prepared to let you cross all my lines."

"I was so prepared to fight a war on your side."

"So where'd it go?"

"One second you were begging for my time."

"You're scheming like you out your fucking mind."

"You forgot I got a lotta pride and choices."

"Didn't think that I'd go."

"I dance like I can't be bothered, know it kills you."

"I bounced back and found another, and he hates you."

"You're seein' stars and it fucks you up so hard."

"I can't be bothered when I'm half-drunk."

"You're my worst one."

"It fucks you up so hard."

"I got a new man to please."

"Fallin' for you is a damn disease."

"I knew you were messin' around."

"You wanna go play in the streets, but you know me, I ain't goin' for that."

"I hit the club and I'm throwin' it back."

"So when they call, I answer that."

"Okay, had a couple drinks and he fallin'."

"Get a grip, I'm sick of you callin'."

"I'm pretty and worth it."

"My feelings ain't hurtin'."

"Won't stay if it ain't workin'."

"Yeah, I move as fast as I can."

𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙶𝙾𝙳

"I lay there, back of my mind he stay there, pops up time to time."

"Hey there haven't seen you in two years."

"But baby, we still breathe the same air."

"New love and it's almost working."

"I never used to be this person but here I am."

"Hands on my chest and my knees on the carpet."

"I'm hoping you'll stop it."

"Take his kiss right out of my brain."

"Take the pleasure out of my pain."

"Take the way he used to say, "I love you"."

"Get his imprint out of my bed."

"Take amazing out of our sex."

"Take away the way I still might want to."

"All the memories, I play 'em all back."

"To erase his name I'd give everything that I have."

"All my no good thoughts, I pray about that."

"Hottest thing I've ever touched, just being honest."

"Really tryna be good, I promise."

"Dear God."

𝙿𝚄𝚁𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝙰

"I been singin', I been screamin', I been goin' all night 'til my throat's bleedin'."

"I been cryin', I been dreamin'."

"Yeah, I know that you look, but you don't see it."

"Did my purple laced bra catch your attention?"

"The look in your eye made me question."

"Would you hear me more if I whispered in your ear?"

"You made all my inner thoughts sound like, "Ah, ah"."

"Would you hear me more if I touch you right here?"

"You made everythin' I want sound like, "Ah, ah"."

"Would you hear me?"

"I could take it off for you and tell you what I'm goin' through."

"'Cause my body positioning determines if you're listenin'."

"Did my dance on your lap pique your interest?"

"Now I got you like that, let me finish."

"I'm losin' my mind."

"You only listen when I'm undressed."

"You hear what you like and none of the rest."

"I'm losin' my mind 'cause giving you head's the only time you think I got depth."

"You feel what you like and none of the rest."

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚂 𝙲𝙰𝚁

"Hey, cute jeans. Take mine off me."

"Oh, golly gee."

"I can't take no more, I'm goin' weak in my knees."

"Where'd you put those keys?"

"We can share one seat."

"With the windows rolled down."

"Don't make me choose."

"I think you know what this is."

"I think you wanna... uh."

"No, you ain't got no Mrs, but you got a sports car."

"You got a sports car. We can uh-uh in it while you drive it real far."

"Pretty blue streetlights and my hazel eyes and if it feels right we could go again like three, four times."

"You're so my type, I got butterflies."

"You could do it on your own while you're lookin' at me."

"You don't wanna waste my time."

"Let's go ride."

"Yeah, you know what this is."

𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝚂

"That's some kinda crazy, thinking we're all good."

"It's the opposite lately."

"I know you're intelligent, just no rocket scientist."

"So take all my silences and do your damn best to figure it out."

"That one look means I wanna go."

"'I'm not mad,' means you're in trouble."

"If you know me, you should know."

"'I hate you,' means I need you more."

"If I say, "Go have fun, babe," that's just short for 'you should know me better.'"

"Shouldn't have to tell you or whatever, read my mind."

"I need your sex like quick."

"You said something and now I'm pissed."

"It's like that or it's like this. You should know."

"For God's sake, don't believe a word that I say."

"I wanna touch on you all day."

"Instead, I'm pushing you away."

"So classic, assuming you're telepathic."

"Okay, it might make me batshit."

"I'm just doing it out of habit."

"See the signs."

𝙸 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴

"No lie, you lookin' sexy on the magazine, but what you doing after the photos?"

"Looks like I'll be in the covers with you, practicing a new kind of promo."

"Baby, if you want, I'll give you somethin' you can hold on, you can feel for now."

"Baby if you want, I'll give you something but you only got me right now."

"I know love, when it hits."

"It's a little like drugs."

"I got you sick in the morning, down on your knees."

"You're so fucked up falling for me."

"We started off friends, how we end up here?

"I don't know, but I don't see no problems."

"We started off friends, how you end up here, next to me?"

"Honestly, this shit's crazy."

"You're my type."

"You said it was gon' be quick, now we're twelve months in."

"Everybody needs somebody they can hold down."

"Stop actin' like you're tough and let your guard down."

"New love, new plans, new script."

"It's only the beginning, but it's happening quick."

"New nails, new hair, new tricks."

"New positions that I put you on and then I put you in."

𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙸 𝙳𝙾

"You say you wanna know me, you don't wanna know me."

"You don't wanna know me, you just wanna do what I do."

"You been tryna read me."

"You think you wanna be me."

"You should go ahead and try to."

"You got ten fingers 'round my neck at all times."

"You think 'bout me ten times more than even your own life."

"I thought nothing of it till I saw you last."

"You got your own, but you started eyeing down on my man, and my clothes, and my plans."

"I know you're praying on my downfall."

"I don't trust you, not at all."

"What you gonna do when they all find out?"

"You ain't what you paint to the public."

"Friends with the ones that you know you shit talking about."

"You're so composed, it's insufferable."

"I ain't never seen that many faces."

"I ain't never ever wanna ever switch places."

"You know I thought we were friends."

"I get this weird feeling in my stomach."

"I can't tell if you want to kill me or if you wanna kiss me."

"Sometimes I'm flattered, but also, fuck you."

"Get the fuck away from me."

𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝙾𝙺 𝙸’𝙼 𝙾𝙺

"I see you so excited, you got him locked down."

"You're movin' like I did before I found out."

"He ain't just a pretty-faced talker."

"He's good with his money, I'm close to his mother."

"You're seein' one-sided."

"You got him right now."

"He's so perfect"

"Oh, what version?"

"Ain't nobody got me this nervous."

"Oh, baby, I been there. And right in that same position."

"Don't get this twisted."

"No, nothin' could make me miss it."

"Take him, he's yours."

"He was such a romantic."

"You got me like, 'Fuck that'."

"Some months and some long flights, now I can't go near that."

"It's okay, I'm okay."

"You can have him anyway."

"I don't want him anyway, girl, take him."

𝙽𝙾 𝙸’𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴

"Swear I'm only sleeping at your house six times in one week 'cause it's convenient."

"Only kinda dressing like you now 'cause your clothes, they fit me, and that's a good reason."

"I told you one, two, three times."

"Don't be reading through lines."

"Every friend of mine, I told them the same."

"No, I am not in love."

"I am not thinking 'bout you."

"Sun's not gonna come out, and I don't hate every girl your eyes go to."

"I am not in love. The sky has never been blue."

"No, I am not in love. No, I'm not, not, not with you."

"Why would you think that?"

"I'm not bothered looking up your exes."

"We got the same taste, that ain't my fault."

"If I slip and I somehow say it, you should know in advance I'm wasted."

"I don't really care what it feels like or what it looks like."

𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝚂 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴

"'Shit, I probably shoulda', that's my favorite line."

"Stick around? I woulda. It just isn't what I'm like."

"Got no better way to put it."

"I know you're puttin' in the time."

"You know I don't mean it, right?"

"It's nothin' that you did or didn't do."

"I say 'I will' and never follow through."

"The second I admit I felt it too... I was gone."

"It's not about bein' hard to get."

"I planted a seed in the back of my head."

"Little too good, got me second-guessin'."

"Never been good at the self-expression."

"It's nothin' that you did or coulda done."

"No, this just ain't a fight you coulda won."

"Sorry, I'm the best who's ever been at stringing you along."

"Must mean that it's goin' somewhere."

"It's not what I want, it's just all I know."

"If overnight I up and end it, run away without a mention, go ghost... I like you the most."

"If I cut you off, it just means I care."

"I like you the most."

𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃

"Who'd've thought we'd get here with our history?"

"You know I tried to be what he thought I was, I wasn't."

"I tried to be everything I thought he wanted."

"Truthfully, I'm so over but stuck on it."

"And if I'm honest I'm still waiting at the green light."

"I'd tell you what I feel like, but I can't go."

"I'm still tryna make a beeline, stuck up in a rewrite of the same song."

"Band-Aids and bullet holes don't go."

"I can't unhear shit I've been told."

"Guess I never healed right."

"Babe, you know I can't lie."

"I'm the most alive I think I'll maybe ever be."

"Maybe it's a green light."

𝙽𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙶𝙸𝙰

"Daddy went to law school and could've been an architect. Now he's turnin' sixty and wonders where the big dream went."

"Two eyes down, a little luck."

"Took it to the Ivies and never really knew for what."

"I bite my tongue ten times a day."

"Half swear to God, I might just pray."

"I got a lot to lose, so I might as well lose it anyway."

"I manifested you would leave, so the day you did, I had you beat."

"I'm three steps ahead of everythin'."

"Oh, where does the time go?"

"You never really know."

"No, shit, we got so close"

"Funny thing about nostalgia. Didn't show up 'til I lost ya."

"My ma wasn't raised right."

"All she ever knew was guilt."

"Little did she know that's all her kids would ever grow to feel."

"Every choice leads back to the trait."

"Every time that I drink and heart that I break."

"It's a truckload of regret and stupid mistakes."

"I manifested you would leave."