#the last time i cried from a media was when i was 12

[airenyah]

oh actually i forgot to post about it last night but. my mom actually cried at the end of the episode. mother 🥺🥺🥺

[mysicklove]

𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋

DAY 12: SOUNDING

With: Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Sub! Hawks, gn! reader, sounding, HEAVY sub/dom spaces, hints of sado/masochism, mentions of anal fingering, keigo crying and twitching, cursing, pee/urine mentioned throughout

A/N: This is one of those smut fics that are heavily unrealistic (which i LOVEEEE), keigo says some cringe things at some points tho. LOL

Keigo has such a pretty face. People stop and stare at him on the street, he has been recruited by multiple modeling companies and is lusted over by teenage girls all over the world. Born to be nicknamed, “Pretty Boy”. It was cute, really, and he seemed to love the name.

But to you, he doesn't look his best when he is photographed in lewd poses, or when the media catches the way he looks at you, or even with his candid hero photos that are unbearably hot.

No, to you, Keigo looks his absolute best when he cried. Of course, not from sadness, from pleasure and pain. When his face is flushed, his eyes are hazy, and tears coat his cheeks. When he looks up at you in pure adoration, and trembles under your hold.

But that was the sadistic side of you talking. The side of you who wants to completely ruin the man. It's hard not to when he looks so pretty during it.

So, slowly you've been finding new ways to wreck him and with each one, he reacts perfectly. You've gotten addicted to it. Him, really.

Tonight you are going to try sounding. You stare at the small metal rod, and then back to your lover, who is leaning against the headboard, and trying to act like he is not completely terrified. He gulps when you peer at him, straightening his back, and trying to uphold his cocky grin.

“You're scared, aren't ya?”

He scoffs, looking away. “No. I'm the one who asked for this, why would I be scared?”

As much as you like ruining Keigo, Keigo loves being ruined. You have to keep a close eye on him because he swears he has no limits and has not used his safeword so far. Everything is on the table for him, and that sometimes worries you. You've held down your desires but he voices them and is the one to beg you for more and more.

Urethra play was not something he has tried. “Mhmm. It will be fine, we will go slow,” You reassure him despite his words. You place a comforting hand on his thigh and he sighs, smiling at you softly.

“Yeah. It'll be fine. You're right.”

Horrifying is the best word to describe what's in front of him right now. The “thin” rod is now lodged halfway into his urethra and he's panting out, thighs trembling. It doesn't exactly feel bad, but it's foreign, and the sight in front of him makes him uneasy. Nothing is supposed to go in that hole.

He's gripping onto your hand for comfort, eyes wide as saucers. “We aren't even all the way in yet, Keigo.”

He whines out at the words, resting his head on your shoulder. Sweat beads at his forehead and his face is flushed. “F-Feels so full.”

You teasingly tap on the rod, and his back arches, wings fluttering out at the strange feeling. He grips your hand and stares at you, silently pleading. “Sorry. Forgot. Let's put it all in, yeah?”

“Dont–Dont know if I can.”

You stroke the bottom of his shaft and smile at him. “Got plenty of room still. It's supposed to touch your prostate, y'know.”

Yeah, he definitely knew that. For the last couple of days, he researched the ins and outs of this. But still, he doesn't know how the hell it could go any deeper. He feels overwhelmingly stuffed even from half of it being inserted. He gulps and glances at you, but nods.

“Take a deep breath for me, Keigo. Promise it'll feel good in a bit.” You're right, and he knows it. Just like when you fingered him for the first time, it feels weird in the beginning, but now he's addicted to it. This could be a new thing to drive him mad. He sure hopes so.

He takes a deep breath, and you slowly continue to inch it in, letting gravity do the most part. The road is slippery from the lube and it goes in without much difficulty.

Keigo on the other hand is going insane. He is moaning and whining, gripping onto the sheets with such force that you are afraid he is going to rip it. You watch his arm muscles clench and unclench, and he throws his head back. “Oh. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He cries with every second it goes deeper.

You hush him, using your other hand to stroke him gently, hoping to coax it in. His squirming makes it harder, and you don't want to hurt him, so you try your best to pin his hips down beneath you so they won't jump up.

And at last, it reaches the bottom. You pull away and look up at him. Keigo is trembling, back arched pornographically, and staring at the ceiling with an open mouth. Tears drip down his cheeks, and his legs are trembling, bent, and spread wide. “All done, it's all the way in now. Shhh, just gotta get adjusted to it.”

He shakes his head and lets out a cry, “Fuck. It's weird. Feels so weird! Full–I cant–”

You lean forward to press your lips to his, cutting his frantic rambling off. “Keigo, do you want to use your safeword?” You ask, just for reassurance.

He shakes his head frantically. “No! Wait! I-I never said I didn't like it!” He pleads desperately to you, even if you haven't tried to make an effort to remove it. His mind seems to be scattered, but this is how he is when he usually tries new things in bed. Today, just a little bit more extreme, considering you haven't tried anything even close to this.

“What does it feel like, Birdie?”

He takes a deep, shaky breath. “Feels full. D-Different type of full. It's weird. And it also feels like I gotta pee a little bit. But in a good way? It's all so weird and overwhelming, Y/N!”

You gulp, watching the way his eyes move around frantically. The way his body is bright red, and he's staring at you with desperate eyes. His mouth is glossy, and his eyes are wet. This is your favorite face of Keigos. This is what you have been wanting to see.

The urges get the better of you. “I'm going to move it now Keigo.”

His eyes widen, and before he can even protest, you move it upward, slightly. His back arches again and he gasps for air. “O-Oh–Its–Fuckkkkk.”

You push it back in completely and he keens, gripping onto your hand with wide eyes. A loud, desperate whine is let out, and more tears stream down his face. He's withering under you, and you can't help but stare at his pretty physique. “Are you oka–”

“Again!” He sobs, legs moving sporadically against the sheets.

His words make you gulp. He's falling into that state again. The one where his only task is to get himself completely fucked dumb. He doesn't want to think about anything except his pleasure, and frankly, his adorable facial expression is pulling you into your very own state with him.

You lift the rod up, farther than last time, until more than half of it sticks out. He stares at it, panting loudly and waiting for you to push it back in. It makes his adrenal pulse, and his mouth begins to water.

You don't tease him too long, and abide by his wishes, pressing the full thing in until it reaches the very bottom of his cock. He moans this time, enjoying it more with every second. Tears continue to fall, but he can't pay attention to them, instead focused on the feeling of being so full. If he had a toy in the other end, he surely would have lost his mind. Next time, for sure.

You continue to bring it up and down and he gets louder and louder with each stroke, not caring for whoever hears him. He is feeling such intense pleasure, everyone should hear his cries. Or at least that is what he believes.

“So cute. We found another hole for me to abuse, yeah Keigo?” You purr, eyes traveling up his shaking body with hunger.

He nods his head frantically. “Yes. Yes! Please fuck it more, I'm begging!”

You stop for a moment, a teasing gleam in your eyes. “Want me to fuck your pee hole? How lewd, Birdie.”

But to your dismay, he isn't responding to the teasing as you hoped. Instead, just agreeing with every word, too lost in the subspace to really care for how dirty your words are. “Yes! F-Fuck my pee hole. Need it. S-So full!”

You don't mind your failed attempt, now staring fondly at the pretty boy in front of you, who is completely out of it by now. It usually takes him longer to get to this state, and it was intriguing that this little rod had such a huge effect on him.

Your pace is quicker, and you use your other hand to stroke him off. His mouth hangs open, and drool begins to bead at the corner of his mouth. Every breath is a high-pitched, airy moan. It's adorable, really.

You watch his thighs start to clench and you raise your eyebrows, knowing that he's going to cum sometime soon. When you glance back up at his face, he's staring back at you, sniffling gently, but his eyes are full of adoration.

“C-Cum? Please?” He is struggling to speak, and you can't help but take mercy on him. He was so cute not to.

“Sure, baby. You can cum,” You coo, leaning forward to kiss his abdomen. He lets out a whine in thanks and nods his head.

A couple seconds go by and his breaths become quicker, louder too. His toes begin to curl, and he grips onto the bedsheets. “N-Now!” He begs, and you quickly take out the rod for him to cum.

White liquid flies out and falls onto his stomach, and you continue to use one hand to stroke him through it all. He takes loud gasps and lets out a loud shaky moan, and then another equally loud and high in pitch. His body constricts in odd, but cute ways, and he clenches his eyes shut, causing more tears to fall down his face.

You sit and admire him, only stopping your hand movements when he lets out a broken sob at the feeling of overstimulation.

A couple seconds go by, and you hum quietly, waiting for him to talk. Depending on what he says will determine if he wants to keep going or rest. The ball is in his court.

It doesn't take him too long to decide, obviously still in the subspace, but willing to communicate.

“Wanna. I wanna. H-Hey, why did you stop?” He complains, whiny and dramatic. You raise your eyebrows at him and bark a short laugh.

You aren't even surprised at this point. So, you pick up the rod again, and he stares at it, like a dog to a bone. He grins, the smile fucked out, and lazy. “Feels, so empty. Put it back, pleaseeeee!”

When you plunge it back in, he almost cums again on the spot.

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[yamumsyadadd]

Accident

Part of the Mariquita universe.

talk of blood, first period etc.

From the very beginning Jenni and Alexia had taught you important phone numbers. Theirs, Eli’s, the clubs and emergency services. They reiterated time and time again that the emergency services was only for emergencies so when you went to the bathroom and found blood, you knew it was an emergency. 

Mami and Olga had both been busy, incredibly so. Olga had been spending more time in Madrid, leaving you and Mami alone. Mama was still in Mexico but would be coming in a few weeks since international break was about to start. 

Your body was growing, changing, right before your eyes. You were tall and skinny, taller than Olga and Alba but shorter than Mami and Mama. And so skinny, no matter how much you were fed, you remained skinny. Of course, at the age of 12, things were changing inside of you. 

Things were strange in the lead up to the incident. All week had been hard, you were more tired, more hungry, more emotional. You’d put it down to school starting again and Mami and Olga being busy. 

The day went as usual, Alexia dropped you at school, afterwards you went to the library for an hour before football training then Olga picked you up. Alexia wouldn’t be home until late due to some media and a Physio appointment so it was just the both of you. 

Things between you and Olga were weird. On one hand you liked her, she was funny and cool, but on the other hand you liked your Mama more. There was a part of you that wished your Mami and mama would get back together, you’d be a family again. You’d never ever say that to either alexia or Jenni because it would cause a fight and then Olga would get her feelings hurt and that’s the last thing you wanted. 

The night carried on as usual. Olga made dinner while you showered and did homework, then ate together. She talked about her work, how Manuela’s was going well and you talked about school and football, leaving out the part where you think you have a crush. 

After a while of sitting on the couch, the heaviness and wetness of your underpants became too much. You went straight to the bathroom, worried you’d somehow wet yourself but that wasn’t the sight you were met with. 

Oh no, it was much worse. It was blood, and a lot of it. Blood from others never made you feel queasy but blood from yourself filled your body with anxiety. 

You were panicking. Alexia wasn’t home, it was only 8.07pm. She would be home until at least 8.30. Olga was busy with her work stuff. She had told you to come into the office if you needed anything but due to seeing the blood you felt unsteady on your feet. 

The panic started to rise and the only thing you could think about was how you were going to die in this bathroom with your mamis girlfriend in the other room, completely oblivious to your lifeless body, rotting away. 

With shaking hands you called the one person you hoped would tell you everything was fine: Tia Alba. Expect she didn’t answer any of the fifteen phone calls and texts you left her. There only one solution left. 

“112, ambulance, fire or police?” 

“Um, ambulance please.” 

“Okay can you tell me your location? And the nature of this emergency.”

“Plaça Rosa del Vents, 1, floor 23 apartment 236, 08039 Barcelona, Spain. I am bleeding, a lot. There’s a lot of blood and I don’t feel good.” 

“I’m dispatching an ambulance as we speak. What’s your name sweetheart?” 

“Y/n.” By this point you were on the floor, in a ball. Unsure of what to do further. 

“Okay y/n. How old are you? Did someone hurt you?”

“I’m 12. No no one hurt me. I’m just bleeding and I can’t get it to stop. I’m scared.” 

“Just hang there okay y/n? The ambulance is a few minutes out and you can stay on the line with me until then. Did you hurt yourself?”

“I don’t think so? I don’t know.” A sob ripped through your body, panic was well and truly ripping through you. “I just want my mums.” You cried. 

“Where are they? I can get my colleague to call them.” 

“Mama is in Mexico, she lives there and Mami is at work. She won’t be home for a bit longer.” You recited her phone number to the lady but just as you finished you heard the pounding on the door, “I think, I think the ambulance is here.” 

“Can you walk to them? To let them in?” 

“I’ll try.” Slowly you got up, the soreness from laying on the bathroom floor was sinking in but you pushed through. 

“MARI! Mariquita where are you!” Olga’s panicked voice sounded through the apartment. 

“I’m coming.” Your voice was as weak as you felt, when you finally looked up you saw a very distressed Olga and two paramedics. 

“What’s wrong! They said you called them?”

“Bleeding. Lots.” Seeing Olga panic only made you panic even more. 

“Let’s have a seat so we can check you out.” One of the paramedics spoke up. You walked over to the dining chair, not wanting to get blood on the couch. 

“Can you explain to us where you’re bleeding from?” 

You shook your head, embarrassed and unable to explain. 

“Mari, you need to tell them so they can help. Please?” Olga pleaded. “Do you want me to leave? I can go into the other room?” 

“No please don’t. Please don’t leave me.” You broke down sobbing again. Olga pulled you into her, her hand rubbing up and down your back trying to calm you. 

“I don’t know where. At training I felt sick and when I went to the toilet there was a bit of blood. I thought it would pass or maybe I got kicked but it only got worse and it won’t stop. I tried toilet paper but it’s just uncomfortable and and-“

“Where is the blood?” You looked down in embarrassment. “Your underwear?” You nodded your head. Olga and the two paramedics seemingly having a conversation just with their eyes. 

“what! What is it? Oh my god I’m going to die aren’t I? I knew it. I’m going to die.” You got up and started pacing. 

“No, you aren’t going to die. Do you know what your period is?” 

“Yes. We learnt about it at school.” 

“Most girls get it between the ages of 10 and 12. You’re 12.” The paramedic trailed off. Your head shot up. 

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed. I think this is a conversation that you two need to have. However, if you feel the need to call again, call this number.” The paramedic handed a card over to Olga and then they left. 

Olga had left her phone in her office and yours was discarded somewhere so you both missed the many calls that a panicked Alexia was placing. 

When she finally burst through the apartment door , it was quiet. That stressed her out even more. 

“Mariquita? Olga?” Alexia’s voice thundered through the apartment. 

When Olga appeared with a slipper in hand alexia was very confused.

“Where’s Mari? What happened, ow, ow! Stop! why are you hitting me!” 

“She’s 12 years old alexia! 12!” 

“I know how old she is! That doesn’t explain anything!” Alexia put her hands up in surrender, sporting her very well known frown. 

“She got her period today and freaked out. She thought she was dying. DYING! She called a fucking ambulance. You should’ve talked to her!” Olga hit her again just for good measure. 

“Where is she? She must’ve been so scared.” 

“She was scared. Too scared to come to me, to call you, so she called an ambulance. A fucking ambulance.”

“Did they take her?” 

“No. She’s in the shower. I got some pads from our bathroom and gave her a crash course on how to use them but you NEED to have a conversation with her Ale.”

“We both do.” Olga gave alexia a perplexed look, “you’re apart of her life too. You should be there.” 

“No. She didn’t want me to help originally, that’s how we got into this mess. I was a few metres away and instead she called an ambulance Ale.” It was an internal battle for Olga. Some days she thought you two were making progress and then the next day, something like this happens. 

“She didn’t call me either amor. I promise she was just scared.” Alexia pulled Olga into her chest, kissing the top of her head. 

When you finally emerged from the bathroom, for a second time that evening, Alexia was home. Sitting on the couch, waiting. 

“Hi Bebé. Come sit.” Slowly you made your way over, sitting between the two women. 

“Are you mad at me?” 

“No!” Both women said at the same time, “never mad bebé. But I was scared. I imagine that was how you felt too? And Olga?” 

“I’m sorry.” It was directed mainly to Olga.

“You have nothing to apologise for Mari.” 

“You were in your office and I could’ve come to you. I wasn’t thinking because I was scared.” 

“You thought it was an emergency yes?” You nodded your head, “then you did the right thing. It was scary for me, and you and Ale but only because none of us knew what was going on.” 

After a few extra hugs and reassurances they both throughly explained what was happening to your ever changing body. It was a lot of information for you to digest and when you finally went to bed that night, you felt something change within you 

Alexia to Jenni:

Mari got her period for the first time tonight. She was scared and called an ambulance, maybe give her a ring in the morning if you have time. 

Jenni to Alexia:

Oh our little baby is growing up. Give her extra kisses and chocolate for me. 

[harrysgal]

I DIG YOUR CINEMA (9)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 9) — BEFORE NASHVILLE

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yourinstagram chicago, i will never forget you. had nothing but fun and did nothing but laugh. i might’ve also cried a little, but that was just to balance things out. it’s okay. you’re worth it every time. i might’ve arrived in nashville right now, but my mind is still there with you. lets do it again sometime. all my love. yn. 

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user7 AHHH YOU’RE BACK harryfan43 GIRL WE MISSED YOU YOU CANT GO MISSING ON US LIKE THIS 😭 harryfan3 ohhh, so you were still in Chicago

↳ harryfan7 of course she was. she couldn’t leave without sightseeing  ↳ harryfan3 of course she couldn’t !

bestfriend what is this? a love letter to chicago? 

↳ yourinstagram are you surprised? ↳ bestfriend not at all lol

harryfan34 I don’t even read your captions anymore I just know they’ll say something stupid harryfan54 3rd picture is exactly the reason why I don’t like you. you’re constantly finding a way to beg for attention.   harrystyles thats interesting 

↳ harryfan19 HARRY???? ↳ harryfan21 SIR WTF ↳ harryfan29 WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ↳ harryfan31 ??????????  ↳ harryfan33 WHAT IS THIS WHATS HAPPENING RN ↳ harryfan35 are you all seeing this comment too? or have I gone officially insane now?

user9 that quote! 👏 such a clever and classy way to tell everyone to fuck off

↳ harryfan66 so you think it’s classy to mix your job with orgasms? ↳ harryfan11 if the job involves harry styles, then yes x ↳ harryfan25 THE WAY I JUST GASPED

user27 why do you treat yn as if she’s 10yo? and why do you act as if she’s got this corporate job or something where she needs to act a certain way? please grow up

↳ harryfan56 no matter what the job is, you should always respect your superiors  ↳ user27 for the love of God you’re making me gag  

user35 why did you cry? :( harryfan15 WHY ARENT WE TALKING ABOUT THE DOGS BEING BACKSTAGE IN CHICAGO??? 

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ynupdates Ny Oh (Harry Styles’ band) just posted a picture of Yn on instagram! Apparently, the two of them were out and about in Nashville. She also posted a picture of flowers, which is extremely Yn coded haha 😄 

view all 12 comments  user7 ahh, I think this is the first time anyone posts a picture of her? 🥺 why does it make me emotional? lol

↳ user8 I know, I love to see them hanging out together  ↳ user9 same here!! also, I love how supportive she is by hiding yn’s face  ↳ user7 proof that you can be on social media and still remain private  ↳ user9 PREACH

harryfan5 most supportive friend following and liking pictures from this account… we like to see 

↳ ynrryfan ＠bestfriend you’re the best we love you

harryfan9 someone pls explain to me why i feel so protective of this woman? 😭

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Hey Deux! I work in a golf course here in Chicago, and I might have some info that will probably interest your followers… Last Sunday I was at work when a very famous british popstar (who had just played two shows in town and had already visited us multiple times before) showed up with a female guest. They were both very low-key and clearly not wanting to draw any attention to them, but it was very difficult when you’re someone who looks like HIM, lol. Anyway, the popstar and the youtuber spent most of their afternoon there, just the two of them. She clearly isn’t a golfer, but he was more than happy to teach her all about the sport and just have fun for the sake of it. Not a lot happened, and as far as I could see, they never held hands, nor kissed or got touchy with each other, but they were chatting and laughing a lot, all the time. So even though I can’t tell you for sure if they were on a date or not, I feel pretty confident to say that they’re clearly way comfortable with each other’s company. They seem like two people who know each other very well by now, so even if they’re not a couple, they’re definitely near the besties-zone! 

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Hey Deux, Chicago-golf-course-girl here!  Following up on my previous email, I didn’t say anything at first because tbh it wasn’t my first time seeing him, and also bc I’m used to seeing celebrities at the golf course. Besides, I didn’t know who she was so I didn’t think too much of it… But then somehow the algorithm brought her latest post to my attention earlier today, and that’s when I saw the name and connected the dots. I thought it was very interesting how she included a picture from the golf course but completely left out who she was with lol. Had I known it was her, I would’ve definitely taken a picture for you! Idk why her posts are so cryptic about what she looks like, because the girl is GORGEOUS! And funny. Harry isn’t wasting any of his time! Would’ve definitely taken her to the golf course myself, too, lmao. 

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ynupdates Yn tonight! She was spotted filming Harry and enjoying his first show in Nashville. 

view all 81 comments harryfan5 HI MOM user9 oh i love this! harryfan68 You mean… She was spotted doing her job? Lmao  harryfan44 Are you kidding me? harryfan44 A whole instagram to update what exactly? The way she follows Harry around? 😂😂😂

↳ ynupdates I know it’s hard for you to comprehend that Yn is a human being with her own talent and her own job, but many of us are really interested in her career so if you don’t have anything nice to say about her you’ll simply be blocked! Have a nice life.

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PART 10 — NASHVILLE (soon)

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[simp-ly-writes]

The Comment Section (pt.4)

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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You are done filming for your upcoming movie and the team think of a way to help celebrate and as you gain more and more free time, you and spencer try and spend every moment together.

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, jealous!Spencer, angst, social media au, suggestive themes, attempt at comedy, slowburn, light swearing, fluff, mutual pinning, irl celebrities, friends that act like lovers, friends/lovers.

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─ · · A/N: A really long part four since I am starting school again 😔 and don't know how long it will be till I can write something.

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in another life | final part of "if you'd have stuck around"

i'll make you stay, there's just no way i'm leaving without your love if i had my way, i would be yours

— "yours" - now, now

part one | part two | part three

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(a/n: the song for the previous chapter suits the first part (?) of this fic more actually but whatever lol)

part three You wondered how many times more you had to relive your break-up with Elisa, how many more times you had to deem the "last one," how many more times you would cry over losing her. You were sure you didn't have another "last" goodbye in you. When she left you in that meeting room, you didn't know what came over you but you cried just like you did five years ago. Sure, after you had split up with Elisa, there were several more instances that you cried but it aas nothing like this. You felt like you were back in that tiny dorm in Montpellier, hurriedly packing up your bag to storm out. You were gutwrenched, feeling like all of the hurt you've buried deep inside you was bursting out all at once.

What's worse was having to leave that meeting room, rushing to wash your face, grab your things, and dash out to avoid any questioning from your co-workers. The last thing you needed was word getting out about Elisa de Almeida making you cry. You spent the next few days avoiding all things football. You stashed the jersey and keychain Elisa gave you in the far corner of your shoe closet. You muted the phrases "Elisa de Almeida", "PSG" and the like on all your social media accounts. You were resolute that that last encounter would indeed be the last. But fate had a weird sense of humor. "Babe, I really don't feel up to it." You told Casey as you buried your head in a pillow. "Can't we just do it over the phone or email? What's technology for if we still have to physically go somewhere to interview people?" "Come on, babe, my dad asked us to do him a favor," Casey said, trying to lift your head up with her hands. "It's just a quick interview. It won't even be filmed."

You groaned. "Why can't they send Gina or Mark... or Daisy? That girl has turned into a full-blown PSG fan in the past week. She'd prefer to interview them." Casey huffed. "Well, I would ask them but they said the team requested you."

You peeked out from your pillow. "The team requested me?" You questioned. "I don't get why they'd like me so much. I pretty much exchanged like 12 total sentences with them all-in-all." "Yeah, to be honest, I just think that Jackie girl does have a crush on you." Casey said in jest. "Pretty sure she just wants an excuse to see you." You sighed, knowing fully well that it wasn't Jackie Groenen who had a crush on you. But then again, it also seemed very unlike Elisa to invite you over. When she left you in that meeting room, it felt like she also permanently decided on ever seeing you again. "Casey, please, I really don't want to." You took the pillow off of your head and gave your girlfriend a pleading look. "It's the last thing I want to do." Your girlfriend looked at you confused as she brushed your hair behind your ear. She cupped your cheek and used her thumb to caress it. "What's up with you, huh?" She asked, concerned. "Did something happen to make you dislike those girls? It's so not you to dislike working... I genuinely think my dad likes you more than he likes me cause you're always up for the job." You gave Casey a weak smile. You didn't know how to tell her that you didn't want to interview them because of Elisa. You knew deep inside that Casey would understand if you told her about what happened five years ago and also, what happened a few days ago between you and Elisa. But you felt like opening it up would just mean reopening your chapters with Elisa. "Babe, did they offend you?" Casey asked with a concerned look. "I did hear from some people that Elisa visited you to give you a gift from the team. Did something happen then?" There it was... your opportunity to tell Casey. You paused. "No."

Casey hummed. "Then what is it? Are you okay?" You felt a pang in your heart. Casey had trusted you immediately without even further questioning. The fact that she was so nice and trusting just made it all worse. You sighed. "Just feeling lazy," You excused. "But fine... I'll do it. But I need you to come with me, please." Casey pouted. "No can do," She sighed. "I'd drop everything to be with you normally but I kinda do have to be with dad for this meeting about a possible acquisition. No clue why I have to be there... I don't get the whole corporate mumbo jumbo but yeah, dad needs me there." "Fine, I'll go alone but drop me off, please?" You asked. Your girlfriend gave you a smile and a peck. "Of course, my darling."

Casey hummed. "Then what is it? Are you okay?" You felt a pang in your heart. Casey had trusted you immediately without even further questioning. The fact that she was so nice and trusting just made it all worse. You sighed. "Just feeling lazy," You excused. "But fine... I'll do it. But I need you to come with me, please." Casey pouted. "No can do," She sighed. "I'd drop everything to be with you normally but I kinda do have to be with dad for this meeting on a possible acquisition. No clue why I have to be there... I don't get the whole corporate mumbo jumbo but yeah, dad needs me there." "Fine, I'll go alone but drop me off, please?" You asked. Your girlfriend gave you a smile and a peck. "Of course, my darling."

You're filled with dread as you knocked on the hotel door. You read the message from your co-worker, instructing you to head up to this exact room. You found it odd that you weren't meeting at the hotel restaurant instead but you just figured the girls might be too tired. The door swung open. Jackie met you with a grin and threw her arms around you as if you truly were friends. Oddly enough, Jackie stepped out of the hotel room and shut the door behind her. "So nice to see you again." She smiled at you. You reciprocated the smile. "Yes, yes, are you the only one doing the interview?" You asked, hoping she'd say yes. "If you'd like, we can do it at the hotel restaurant. The company can foot the bill so we can go crazy on club sandwiches and coffee." She chuckled. "That's so sweet but actually," She replied. "I just asked your production manager to forward all the interview questions to my email and I'd reply through there too." You blinked in confusion. "Oh okay," You furrowed your eyebrows together. As if on cue, you got a text from Gina telling you that there was no need to conduct the interview in person. Too late, Gina. "I guess, I'd go now..." You said, still confused. Jackie held your arm. "Actually... please don't go yet." Her face looked a bit more serious. "Uh, I asked for the interview thing and really pleaded with my boss just so you could come." "A-what?" You asked silently, growing more and more confused. She blushed slightly. "I feel so unprofessional right now but..." She started. "I know.... about you and Elisa." You fell silent and stiffened. "Oh." It was all you could manage to say. The Dutch bit her lip. "I didn't want to pry since I know you're in a relationship but... Elisa hasn't been herself since she visited you so I interrogated her and she just exploded and told me everything." She sighed. "I just thought it would help... for you and her to talk. Even for just five minutes." You were caught in an awkward position. You had to be polite but also, you really didn't wanna do this anymore. "Sorry, Jackie. I don't think—" "Just five minutes, please." The Dutch girl pleaded. "It's affecting her game. She hasn't talked to any of us, not me or Grace or Saki. No one. Our manager is losing his mind having to deal with her and I'm just scared that if she doesn't get proper closure that she might not recover from it and... I don't know. I just figured this was a solution." "Jackie," Your voice trailed off. "Five minutes." She pleaded. "Just tell her that she should move on and that you'll always treasure your time together. I don't know. I've never been in this situation before..." She looked at you with desperation. "I care about Elisa. She's a good friend. If you have to lie to her, just to make sure she's okay... do it." She asked. "I know it's a lot to ask but please..." You took a deep sigh. "Fine." Jackie gave you a genuine hug. "Okay, I'll be back in five minutes. I'll leave you here and just... please try if you can." She asked. Cautiously, still holding on to your arm as if you'd run away if she didn't, she swiped her hotel key card on the hotel door. You two walked in. From the door, all you could see was Elisa's stuff thrown on top of her bed. Jackie started. "Elisa... I'm just gonna go buy some drinks. You want anything?" Elisa grunted in response. Jackie gave you a smile as if to say 'see?' Jackie responded. "Okay, stay here and I'll be back in five minutes." She said as you two walked further into the hotel room. You could now see Elisa under her duvets, scrolling through Instagram on her phone. "Don't leave this room." "Why would I —" Elisa spun around violently as she sat up. Her face went from incredulous to dumbfounded. You were instantly regretting your decision but Jackie had already swiftly exited the room.

"Hey," You said as you stood near the foot of her bed, nervously picking at the fabric of your cardigan. "Heard you weren't feeling well." Elisa gulped. She remained on the bed. She ran a hand through her hair and looked away for a moment, trying to regain composure. You took this opportunity to look at her. She looked tired and sleepless; her hair was a tad disheveled. Yet, to you, she still looked so good. She was wearing a black muscle shirt, revealing her strong arms. You couldn't deny it... she looked incredibly hot. Fuck, this is so weird. You thought to yourself. Why am I even here? "I'm supposed to tell you to get your shit together and move on and to do your job better, I think." You said with a hint of jest in your voice. "So, do that." She was still averting her gaze. You stood there awkwardly before biting your lip and sighing. "I guess, that's all I have to say." You said. "I'll go now." Elisa stood up and rushed to you. She put her hands on either side of you. "No, please, I need to talk to you." She said as she guided you towards the other bed. You awkwardly sat on the other bed which you assumed was Jackie's. Elisa sat on the edge of her bed. You were facing each other with knees knocking given the awkward proximity of the two beds. "So..." You started. Elisa looked up at you. You glanced at her too. You took it all in this time. You looked at her honey-brown eyes, the smile lines around her eyes, her nose, her pink lips, her slightly tanned skin. You figured you might as well take it all in now before you permanently closed the door on your relationship with Elisa. This is the actual last time I'd see her. After this, I'm closing the door and bolting it shut. You rationalized. You bit your lip awkwardly and looked away. "Did you win the friendlies?" She nodded. "Yeah, 2-1" You nodded. "You played the full 90?" She nodded again. "Even if I was fully shit, I did..." She responded. You sighed. "Was San Diego nice?" There was a moment of silence. Elisa didn't respond. Instead, she took your hands in hers. You nearly jolted as you felt her fingertips caress your palm so gently. She used her fingers to trace the lines on your palm as if trying to commit them to memory. The pads of her fingers barely grazed yours, as if you would break if she touched you any firmer.

She took a deep breath before she gently lifted your hands and rested her face in them. She kept her own hands at the back of yours, as if to keep you in place. Her face felt warm under your hands and her skin was so soft to the touch. It felt so intimate, touching her like this. You blinked and looked away for a moment. She shook her head slightly, feeling the movement echo in your hands. It was if to nonverbally tell you to keep looking at her.

When you hesitated, she whispered. "Please, just look at me right now. Just... pretend with me. Even if it's for a while."

You bit your lip. It was so honest and so... oddly painful to see her practically asking you to hold her like this. You were a tad clueless with what she meant. Did she want you to pretend you were still together? That you came here to be with her? Or... was she asking you to pretend that you still loved her?

"Just let me have this for a while," She whispered, as if reading your mind and answering your confusion.

Your gaze lingered on your own hands before finally giving in and meeting her eyes. They were as stunning as ever, the golden flecks in her irises more pronounced than usual. A familiar warmth pulsed through you mingled with a poignant sadness. A heavy glaze obscured her eyes, telling you just how she felt without having to use any words.

In that moment, you realized the cruel irony: the most beautiful things are often the most fleeting. A wave of emotion washed over you. This time, it felt different. It finally sunk into you that this really was the final goodbye. All the other times you deemed "the last" felt painful or incomplete. This felt almost... beautiful. It felt like you both knew this was the last and were finally accepting it. A bittersweet acceptance hung heavy in the air. “Please, move closer,” she whispered, her voice soft and gentle. Her fingers still intertwined with yours. You nodded. You stood up and stepped closer to her, looking down at her face. Her hands found solace under your cardigan and on your back, pulling you towards her with strong yet gentle hands. A pang of guilt shot through you.

You had a girlfriend, a sweet kind-hearted girlfriend. A girlfriend who had no clue what you were doing at this very moment... But suddenly her hands found their way under your shirt and her thumbs were rubbing circles into your skin, and all you could think about was how great it was to feel her touch like this again.

"You're so beautiful," She said in the softest voice. If she said it any quieter, it would have gone unheard. You smiled at her and you took her face in her hands again Without a conscious decision, you straddled her, your weight settling on her lap. She kept one hand under your shirt, at the small of your back to keep you steady and the other reached to your face. She took a stray hair and tucked it behind your ear, a silent gesture of intimacy. Time seemed to stand still. The world outside the hushed room faded into insignificance as you absorbed the moment, her warmth seeping into your soul. You took in the moment, being this close again, after years and years.

She inhaled deeply as her head nestled against your neck, a gentle weight that spoke volumes. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she clung to you; it felt like a silent plea.

As she breathed, her lips brushed against your skin, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine. With each gentle exhale, you felt her warm breath caress the curve of your neck. Nuzzling closer, you inhaled the comforting scent that enveloped you; she still used that same familiar shampoo. You held her head against you, brushing her short, dark locks. The whole moment felt like a sensory experience devoid of thoughts or words. All you could focus on was the soft texture of her hair, the warmth of her body, the comforting rhythm of her breath. As you held her close, the world outside felt distant, muted, detached; it literally felt like you were in a dream or a small pocket outside of reality that only you and her occupied. She lifted her head, her gaze locking onto yours. A silent understanding passed between you. Then, with a swift movement, she flipped you onto the bed, hovering over you. Your eyes pleaded with hers, a silent plea for her to reconsider what she had in mind. But her gaze, unwavering, held a different message. Her eyes traced the contours of your face, lingering on your lips. You parted your lips as if to say something — maybe, a protest or even just asking her to pause and think it out — but nothing came out. She leaned forward cautiously and slowly, pausing intermittently just like she did when she first kissed you. And suddenly, you were kissing. Your lips stayed pressed together, unmoving for a moment. You felt tears sting your eyes. You were unsure why you were suddenly tearing up but the emotion was just too much to handle. Then, your muscle memory took over. You didn't have to think too hard before your arms wrapped around her as you locked lips. You let your hands move up and down to touch her back, her biceps, her body. It felt so familiar yet so new. And, her lips were incredibly soft and her taste... god, she tasted as addicting as ever. Elisa kissed you with a growing desperation. You breathed heavily as the kiss grew deeper, more intense. Her tongue licked your lower lip before you parted them to allow her entry. Elisa’s hand gripped your waist gently as she continued to kiss you.

You’ve kissed a handful of people after Elisa and you’ve kissed your girlfriend more than just a handful of times but… kissing Elisa was different.

You just moved naturally like you were made to be this close to each other. It felt like you two were speaking in a language only the two of you could understand. As your hands tangled in her hair, you couldn’t help but think that maybe — just, maybe — this was where you truly belonged.

She suddenly pulled away to give you two a moment to breathe. Elisa’s forehead pressed against yours as you shared a fragile silence, heavy and warm breaths mingling, each of you holding the other close as if afraid to let go. You wiped your face and realized that it wasn't just your own tears staining your face. Her tears had joined yours, tracing down your cheeks together, silent witnesses to all the emotions you felt. You felt her hands on you; her presence grounding you in that fleeting moment. Elisa was the first to break the silence, her voice low and tender.

“You’re still the girl I’ve always loved.” Those words cut through the air, and suddenly, it was as if reality had snapped back. The low hum of the AC filled your ears. You became acutely aware of her fingers under your shirt, the warmth of her body being this close to yours, the small ache forming in your chest. It was as if time had unpaused. You blinked a few times before gently pushing Elisa away. Elisa stood up, her face tinged with something close to pain and desperation, a pleading look barely concealed beneath her quiet gaze.

Yet, she didn’t say a word, letting you sit up and collect yourself in silence. You straightened your shirt and your cardigan. You brushed your hair and pat them flat with your hands quickly. Each crease on your clothes and each knot in your hair just felt like thinly veiled evidence of your moment of weakness. You cleared your throat as you stood up. You picked up your bag from the floor. You wiped your face with the flat of your fingers. You tried to regain composure even as all the emotions bombarded you. Elisa stood, facing you. She was silent and had a sad look in her eyes but you felt like there was a quiet understanding between the two of you. You took a step toward her, almost instinctively moving to hug her, but stopped, pulling back at the last moment. With a heavy heart, you cleared your throat. “I… I’ll go now.” She nodded, and you managed a shaky breath before turning toward the door, a finality to each step. But before you could take another, Elisa’s arms suddenly wrapped around you from behind, pulling you close, her chin nestled against your shoulder. Her breaths came in soft, shuddering waves, and you could feel her tears dampening your shoulder. You exhaled as you bit your lip, forbidding yourself from crying for the nth time. She held you like that for a while before finally, she said. "Goodbye, fifteen." She dropped her arms to her side. You looked up at the ceiling, preventing the tears in your eyes from sliding down your face. You took one last breath. Then you walked away.

and honest i can tell you now, i love you more than my future spouse — "i'd have to think about it" - leith ross

You brushed your hair as you gazed at yourself in the mirror. Suddenly, two hands wrapped around your waist from behind you, hugging you. “You look incredibly gorgeous, wifey.” You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “I don’t think you can call me that just yet.” You turned around and kissed your fiancé.

“Why not? I already have a ring on that finger.” She said before kissing you several times on the neck and cheek. You chuckled. “Casey!” You yelped in between giggles. “You’re gonna make me late for work.” Casey beamed. “You’re the boss now. You can go as late as you want to.” She said before repeatedly kissing you all over again as you playfully protested and writhed in her embrace. In the past year, Casey’s dad successfully completed an acquisition of a small women's sports media company, and the transition happened in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, you went from being just another content writer to the interim head of the newly formed media division, and then, astonishingly, to External Vice President of Communications. Initially, you struggled with feelings of guilt, questioning whether your rapid ascent was merely a result of nepotism. But as Casey reminded you, you worked harder than anyone else there and you fully deserved recognition. “Remind me again why you have to go to this press conference today.” Casey complained as she plopped down on the bed. You chuckled. “When in Paris…” You joked. “But seriously, I thought that since we will be here anyway, I might as well do the press-con instead of sending someone else to do it for me. Cost-cutting and all that…” She hummed in disappointment. “I hate it when you’re so responsible.” She complained. You re-applied your lipstick and straightened out the blazer you were wearing. You were finally seeing Jackie again after a long time. You two have gotten quite close since… the incident. You remembered dashing out of the hotel room and bumping into Jackie who was emerging from the elevator with drinks in hand. You two had an emotional exchange; quite frankly, you could not remember a single thing you two talked about. You just knew it ended with the Dutch girl hugging you tightly and telling you that it was all going to be okay. After that, Jackie and you had become quite close. You started off as casual Instagram mutuals. She would often respond to your stories, comment on posts, and chat with you. You hung out twice again after. You had drinks with her and her boyfriend when they visited California. Then, a spontaneous, double-date Universals Studio trip together at the end of her trip. Ever since then, you always kept up with each other's lives. You loved Jackie. Mostly because she was a great girl, partly because she never brought up the thing with Elisa without asking her not to, and… partly because you got to indirectly keep tabs on Elisa. You shot Jackie a quick text, letting her know you’d be at the press con today, as you settled into the media seats at the hotel conference room where today’s press-con was being held.

PSG had emerged as champions of the Première League in a historic win. Obviously, this meant there was a lot of attention on the team today. Luckily, your company was able to be granted a press pass to this conference despite not being a France-based company. As the other media people settled in, a staffer announced that the press conference would begin in a minute. You readied your recorder and notepad. Suddenly, cameras started snapping and the crowd started getting louder. You looked up from your seat to see the squad had arrived — Fabrice Abriel, Pauline Dudek, Jackie Groenen…

and Elisa de Almeida. You swallowed the lump that had quickly formed in your throat. You bit your lip as you took a deep breath. It had been over a year since you saw her. She looked the same but different. There was a glowy tan to her skin, her hair had grown out longer, and she had a happy look on her face, beaming with pride due to the win her team secured. You could see the pride sparkling in her eyes, and it made your heart ache in a way that felt both familiar and unsettling.

Elisa hadn’t noticed you yet, and part of you doubted she would. The press conference was buzzing with energy, reporters firing questions at her and the rest of the team. You found yourself mesmerized by how she spoke, her confidence shining through with every word. She seemed to have reached a new peak, a version of herself that was so sure of herself and confident.

As the questions flowed, you felt a small pang in her heart. She seemed like someone so distant from the person you knew. She seemed like a fully realized version of herself.

She was still Elisa but... different.

The moderator finally called for last questions, and before you could think twice, your hand shot up. The moment felt surreal, and you could feel the collective gaze of the room shifting towards you when the moderator pointed you out. As soon as she saw you, you noticed a change in Elisa’s demeanor; her face stiffened as your eyes locked. It was as if time had stopped, the air between you thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. You smiled weakly at her. You hesitated for a moment. “J'ai une question pour de Almeida.” You said. You were afraid your voice was too soft to hear but Elisa nodded at you, signaling you to continue. You chuckled and looked down for a moment, composing yourself. “Elisa,” You started. You looked up at her and made sure your eyes were locked. “Where do you see yourself in 5 years?” The question hung in the air, innocent yet charged with meaning. To anyone, it might have seemed like a generic question but it meant more to the two of you.

She paused. You could see her go through a spectrum of emotions within seconds. Her face dropped then she shook her head in amusement then she looked genuinely pensive. Looking down for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts, she eventually lifted her gaze to meet yours again. There was something vulnerable in her expression, something that made your breath hitch. “I see myself still playing football,” she began, responding to your question in English as well with her voice steady but tinged with an undercurrent of emotion. “By then, I’d be in my 30s… I’d be considered a, uh, senior citizen in Football.” There were a few chuckles in the crowd. “I know for sure that, I’ll still be playing for the club of my life – PSG, winning more leagues… and hopefully, I’d still be playing for the national team too. I still want to be fully immersed in Football…” Her voice trailed off. She took a deep breath before continuing. “And for my personal life, I can’t say much…” Your heart almost stopped in anticipation. You didn’t know why you were so nervous but… the nature of the question and the memories of the past just made it difficult for you to remain calm. ”Five years from now, I want to be happy.” She said, eyes fixed on you and you alone as if you were the only people in the room. “I’d like to believe that I will be... regardless of whatever may happen.”

The way she said it… it just felt heavy and loaded with something you just couldn't decipher. You looked down and smiled as you shook your head, deciding it was better for you to take it as it is.

You looked up again. “C’est tout ce que je voulais pour toi.” (That’s all I ever wanted for you.) As you said those words, you felt your heart skip a beat.

The moment lingered, and for a heartbeat, it felt like the world outside the press conference faded away. You were just two people sharing a quiet understanding amid the chaos of the room. She gave you a weak smile and kept your eyes stayed locked together for too long. Later on, the moderator announced the end of the conference and the spell broke, pulling you back into reality. You broke your gaze and hurriedly gathered your stuff, readying to leave. You just felt like this was a better way to actually close this chapter… again, for the nth time. But it felt better than the last time, like you'd gone full circle.

As the conference ended, Elisa rushed towards you. She excused herself through the crowd, brushing off the journalists trying to ask more questions. You didn’t notice her make her way to you as you just rushed to get out of there and back to your fiancé. ”Fifteen,” She exclaimed out, hoping it would catch your attention. With that, you turned around. You saw her, standing a few meters from you. You paused for a pensive second. Shyly, you walked closer to her. You two were pressed awkwardly between the chairs scattered about and the people making their way out of the room. “Hey, Elisa.” You responded. She gave you a smile. “I like your hair.” She said, commenting on your haircut. “I mean… I saw it in Jackie’s Instagram story before but looks better in person.” You awkwardly thanked her and consciously touched your hair. “Oh, thanks.” There was another moment of awkwardness before Elisa began speaking again. ”D-do you wanna talk for a moment?” She said as she gestured towards the private area where her team was settling down. You hesitated but you nodded. A few people greeted her with congratulations and niceties as you made your way to a quiet corner.

Her teammates were packing up to leave. You caught a glimpse of Jackie who just gave you a smile and a wave; she seemed to understand what was happening and did not want to bother this moment. You both slipped away to a quiet corner, seeking refuge from the chatter and excitement that filled the room. The atmosphere felt charged, and the intimacy of this moment took you by surprise. “So… I didn’t expect to see you.” She started again. “Jackie never mentioned that you were…” ”Yeah, yeah,” You interjected with your words tumbling out a bit too quickly. “I’m in the city for a couple of weeks. She nodded, the corners of her mouth lifting into a small smile. “It’s so nice… seeing you again.” She complimented, holding your gaze a bit too intimately. “You look great.” You felt a warmth spread through you at her compliment, but unconsciously, you crossed your arms, as if trying to shield yourself from trying to be too friendly.

“You too… and congratulations, by the way.” You responded. “There’s a number of Lyon and Paris FC fans in the office that were very disappointed whenever PSG won but… I was always secretly rooting for you guys.” A chuckle escaped her lips, but you noticed the way her eyes flickered, as if taking in your reserved body language. She took a deep breath, her expression shifting slightly. “Jackie did mention you’re the head of this new media company,” she said, her voice softer now. “You must be… happy?” You nodded and genuinely smiled. “Yes, I’m really happy.” You responded. “And you?” For a moment, her face grew serious, and she looked down, as if gathering her thoughts and courage. You watched her closely, sensing a vulnerability beneath her confident exterior. Then, she looked up, taking a step closer. “Look, I—” she began, but hesitation crept into her words. Another deep breath, and this time, her eyes fell to the ring on your finger, the light catching the stone. ”Oh,” She said, surprise coloring her tone. She couldn't hide her reaction and her staring. "I guess there are other congratulations to be said.”

An awkward silence settled between you, the air thick with unspoken words. You felt a twinge of pain at the sudden shift, a flash of “what could have happened if it was us instead” darting through your mind. But it quickly faded as you’ve made yourself aware of the present. Here you were, two complete people. Six years ago, you left with broken up hearts after you had damaged each other. One year ago, you picked on each other’s last remaining chip, threatening to return to what you two were. But now, here you were. If your lives seemed so different a year ago… now, it seemed like you were in completely diverging paths. A quiet sadness lingered in the space between you, intertwined with a flicker of something resolute. You exchanged genuine smiles, a silent understanding dawning that this was the real closure you both needed.

Elisa’s smile softened, taking on a warmth that felt both comforting and vulnerable. “You know, I never reciprocated,” she said, her words almost a whisper, catching you off guard.

“Hm?” you replied curiosly.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, her gaze drifting as if she were contemplating. When she looked back at your eyes, you could see so much vulnerability and warmth in her eyes that it made your heart race. “Where do you see yourself in five years?”

You paused, the question hanging in the air. You paused with a racing mind. There was so much to be said about your new dreams, aspirations, goals. You couldn't find the right words.

Then, unexpectedly, a laugh bubbled up from within you — unexpected but genuine. It didn't take long for Elisa to chuckle along with you. The laughter felt freeing, as if it released the tension that had built up.

You didn’t respond, but you felt like you didn’t have to. Your eyes locked together and you gave her a warm smile, feeling a surge of affection. You said, “It was so nice knowing you, Elisa." Her smiled shifted slightly with an unreadable look in her eyes. She responded with a nod and a genuine tone. “And it was nice loving you.”

i love you too much to drift completely wait for me, i'll be back because you hold in my tide i would die a thousand times just to see you in another life — "love letter from the sea to the shore" - delaney bailey

a/n: thank you for reading this fic! please reblog if you liked it! this is my first time writing angst so please be nice 🙏 anyway, this was so enjoyable to write hehe. if any of you want to see me write about anything else, just send me a message or an ask!

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October's Oh, Wow! Fictions

Only WIPs and fairly short stories this month, hopefully I'll have more time next month. But a lovely selection of them, nonetheless! If you are checking out this list, don't let yourself be fooled by the number of kudos some of the fictions received: there are some real gems among these recs that for some obscure reason don't get the interaction they deserve, be the person who looks past the numbers!

As always, I'll tag the tumblr usernames I know, if you are on this list and you'd rather I didn't please let me know!

WIPs:

Wavelengths & Frequencies, by @shadesofecclescakes and imposterssyndrome @maaikeatthefullmoon (Rated E, chapters 13/?)

I swear, every time I get a notification for a new chapter of this fiction, I do a little jump. I can't wait to have a little break to start drinking their words. This story is such a warm, cozy, comfort blanket. Human enemies-to-lovers where Aziraphale and Crowley work as DJ for the same media corporation. They have a history, but, while we know they do from the beginning, we don't know what it is. Great story, great humour, great characterisation, great fuzzies.

You're The Bad Guys by Nebz_AlphaCentauri @alphacentaurinebula (Rated E, chapters 16/?)

Cold war human AU in which Aziraphale is an MI6 agent and Crowley is a KGB agent. Each of them is assigned to a mission in Berlin, from opposite sides of course. Great characterisation, suspense and references to canon.

My own WIP And I Did (Rated E, chapters 12/15)

This is a story about faith. This is a story about love. This is a story about loss. This is a story about being apart and about being reunited. This is a story about fighting. This is a story about choices.

Where do we choose to place our faith? Will a god we have faith in come and save us? Will a friend? A loved one?

When do we start doubting our faith? How long before we snap, before we raise our head? How far can we go before we crumble under the weight of our own misplaced faith? Under the weight of our choices?

What does it take to make us feel betrayed, abandoned, left behind? What does it take for us to turn our back on what in which we had faith?

Who are we loyal to, and who is loyal to us? Who do we trust, and who trusts us?

What are we ready to risk in the name of faith? What are we ready to lose in the name of loyalty?

When are we going to take our lives into our own hands? What are we going to fight for?

This is a story about unbreakable faith. This is, after all, a work of fiction.

OR:

Yet another Good Omens post season 2 fiction.

Complete works:

Be Still, My Love, Be Still, by entanglednow (rated E, 26,766 words)

AU where Aziraphale is a human and Crowley is a sleep paralysis demon. Aziraphale is hit by spells of sleep paralysis and is curious about the man shaped being he sees in his room when he's in between sleep and wake, when his eyes are open, but he can't move a muscle. So, he does the thing any decent human being would do, he introduces himself. and leaves books around for Crowley to read. Oh, this fiction was so good. Potential for great angst, but with a beautiful happy ending. All my comments from chapter 1 to 5 read something on the lines of: "I'm going to cry so hard, god, I'm going to cry so hard." My comment on chapter 6 was: "I knew I would cry, but I cried happy tears." This is an E rated fiction where Crowley is a sleep paralysis demon, please read the tags and notes and mind as you go.

Until (Little) Death Do Us Part by Mimsynims (Rated E, 30,066 words)

Follow up to the equally great A Little Help From A Fiend, this story is hot, funny, and fluffy. And it has a happy ending. Aziraphale has summoned a demon. For reasons I won't spoil, this demon is accompanying him to a wedding in Paris as his plus one. Need I add more? Of course it's only for the weekend. This could never last. Crowley is a demon, after all.

Pay Per View, by IneffableToreshi (rated E, 22,050 words)

Set after season 1. Aziraphale has an event to attend in Canada and asks Crowley to accompany him. Crowley is delighted to oblige of course, until some additional reasons for Aziraphale's trip emerge. This story features fanon!Crowley at his best! The fiction goes from tender to heartbreaking to smutty in a heartbeat and it's great.

Something Good And Right And Real by @foolishlovers (Rated T, 30,884 words)

Lovely, delicate human AU where Crowley is a famous singer tired of fame and being on the road. He goes back to his hometown of Tadfield for a break, and there he finds something he thought he had lost forever. This is a story about love, about friendship, about finding a home and about happiness.

One shots:

One Conversation And Several Moments, by Angelica_Tree (Rated Teen, 3311 words).

This lovely fiction is set after season 1 and is not season 2 compliant. After the failed Armageddon, Aziraphale and Crowley are free to be themselves and to be together, but after spending 6000 years avoiding certain subjects, some conversation may be difficult to start. Or, in Crowley's case, difficult to take part in with ore than a monosyllable and a blink every couple of hours. Aziraphale is not deferred, of course. Sweet and funny in equal measure!

You Can Stay In My Bed, If You Like, by AppleSeeds (rated Teen, 3294 words)

Lovely human AU where Aziraphale and Crowley wake up together in Crowley's bed after Aziraphale's birthday party. Alcohol was involved. And Gabriel. Should they be alarmed? Mortified? Thrilled? Did anything happen? Let's find out while the two roommates snuggle a little closer to each other.

Will You Ever Stop Surprising Me? by @curiouspupsicle (Rated M, 1,077 words)

This fiction is a little gem. Set in a hypothetical future after our heroes averted the apocalypse again, it focuses on Crowley wondering if he might ever get bored of life on earth with Aziraphale. and then spending the rest of the story trying to catch up with all the ways the angel still surprises him. In the words of the writer, this is a story about Aziraphale being sex-positive. But it's that and so much more. It's joyful, it's clever, it's funny. The characterisation is spot on. I would have loved to have more of these two in this fiction!

A Little Help From A Fiend, by Mimsynims (Rated E, 2,615 words)

Sweet, funny, and, goodness me, so hot! What more can you ask of a fiction? AU where Aziraphale is human and in need of help, so of course he decides to summon a demon, who wouldn't? Did I mention it's hot? The just as good follow up to this fiction is also on this list in the multichapter section.

The Chains That Freed Us, by angelsnuffbox (MrsCaulfield) (Rated E, 6,747 words)

Set during the event of season 1. Crowley accidentally finds a way to go back in time and when and where would he accidentally go if not to 1793 in Paris? smut and sweetness ensue.

The Exponent Of Breath, by possibilityleft (Rated Teen, 8,566 words) Edit to add tag @possibility-left

This is another absolute gem that I loved so much this month! It shows us moments in time when Aziraphale and Crowley have attended weddings. It's a mix of past, future, better times, warm feelings and happiness. Deep and beautiful. Some fictions you can clearly put it into words why you liked them, and some just speak to you at a deeper level, they just touch something inside you, and this is one of those.

My own one shot, An Angel And A Demon Go To A Halloween Party, (Rated E, 4,575 words)

Just a silly little thing to try my hand at smut (and end up in fluff. And a little humour, hopefully.)

Art:

Good Omens Art Therapy To Get Me Over Season 2 by Beet_Feet @beet-feet (edited to tag the artist, as at the time of posting I didn't know they were on tumblr) (Rated G)

Amazing Good Omens drawings and paintings, check them out!

September's list here.

November's list here.

[heartfullofleeches]

Practice

College Yan + Older Neighbor Reader [M + G.N]

Summary: A friend requests a favor from you after a rough night

Warning: Legal age gap, mentions of alcohol and drugs, emotional manipulation, groping

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12 missed calls....

"..Hey, Y/n. Just realized you're probably still at work right now....l I just wanted to say thanks for everything. Without you - I don't think I'd be out here tonight.."

"Y/n - hey! Oh... just missed you I guess. I just arrived, and... honestly I'm really nervous. There's more people than I thought there'd be and I don't know anyone. You mind if I call again? Even if you don't answer - it's nice not being alone."

"Y/n... things are going pretty good so far. Someone just came up to me and handed me a cup. I've never drank before, but I have too many regrets already to have another. This goes out to you."

"Are you afraid of dying alone?.... it never crossed my mind until my grandad died a few years back. Nobody liked the guy so he just.... wasted away alone in his house. I don't want that to happen to me. I wish you were here."

"Y/n?.... fuck... please don't listen to that last message. Can you come pick me up? I sent the address to you earlier, but I forgot to tell you. I think I drank too much and I know it's late but... fuck."

"You're coming to pick me up...aren't you? You wouldn't leave me behind like everyone has... I'm so happy I-"

Message Saved.

You didn't need to hear the rest. Teddi was the sweetest guy you've met in recent years. A little rough around the edges, sure, but it's a given with everything he's been through. Once you cracked that shell, he revealed that dorky, loveable self of his who still cried when animals died in movies yet gushed for hours about his fascination with horror media as a whole. You thought you were doing the right thing by trying to get him out of his comfort zone - keep him from turning out like you.

Breathing through your teeth, you toss your phone into the passenger seat as you exit the vehicle. Beer glasses and someone's glasses left out in the field crunch beneath your feet as you cross the lawn up to the house and adjacent door. Poking your head through the crack; a sea of young adults and their peers overcrowd the living space - egging each other into boisterous acts and having the time of their new lives. Realistically you couldn't be a few years older than the older face in the crowd, but this wasn't your click. You walk up to the nearest, unattended person and tap them on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, looking for someone. Thick glasses, nose ring, blue...ish hair? Should've brought my phone out-"

"Oh!! You must be Ted's partner. Y/n - right?."

"We aren't dating. I'm their neighbor."

"My bad - he's just been talking about you all night so I thought - anyway, he's up on the roof. Said he needed the fresh air. Just head upstairs, the ladder to the attic should be right there.

"Alright. Thanks." You push past them and up the stairs - bracing your foot on the ladder rails that creek under your weight as you climb up into the attic. The room is foggy, musty fog filtered out the open door leading to the patio. You reject an offer for its source as politely as you could as you brush by the individuals occupying the space, pulling your shirt over your nose as you step out into the chilly night. Laying on a blanket made of someone else's coat, Teddi sits beneath the stars wearing the jacket you lent him about a week ago. He takes the blunt offered by a peer, breaking off its tip as he pulls it to his lips. You knock on the door frame twice - smoke violent exhausted from his nose and lungs as he turns around to see you.

"Y/n." Teddi staggers to his feet, legs tangled in his makeshift blanket as he trips and stumbles his way towards you. He sports a dopey grin, fixing your jacket to his shoulder. "Hey, we were just talking about you - this is.. uh.." He snapped his fingers. "Fuck."

"Trudy."

"Trudy! Right, haha - they're great, but not as great as you."

"That's great." You wrap an arm around their shoulder, turning them towards the door. "We're leaving."

Teddi slurs out a whine, leaning back - trying to pull you with him. "What? But you just got here. I wanna introduce you to everyone first."

"Maybe later. I need to get you home." Your right hand finds the small of his back, locking around his waist. "Car - now."

His pink face flushes further. "Okay...."

-

Loading Teddi into the car, his head slumps against the passenger window as you shut the door. The ride home is mostly quiet - his hand glued to your lap no matter how many times you nudge him away. His head rolls over to your shoulder and the alcohol on his breath fans your face as he speaks.

"Do you think somebody will ever love me, Y/n?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"I meant someone tonight."

He studies your face. No twinge of jealousy or sadness. You almost looked relieved. He swallows, buring the ache as he continues. "I meant someone and.... I know they're way out of my league. Kind....smart....when they smile it's like the whole room lights up. We hadn't known each other for long, but they've always been there and... I can't imagine life without them now that they're here. Despite our differences I know we are meant for each other."

You ease your foot off the gas. "....Ted. You're a good kid. If I had known a guy like you back when I was your age I would have loved to get to know him."

Teddi sits upright, looking down as he rubs his face. "Quit talking like you're so much older than me..."

"We're here."

Teddi glances outside. Always when he works up the courage to talk to you.. You park outside your house and round the car to help him get to his. Teddi clutches your arm as you face his yard.

"Please don't make me go home tonight, Y/n."

His nails dig into your shirt. "Please."

You sigh. Helping him up the driveway and into your home, you guide Teddi into your bedroom- afraid of what's happen if you give him the couch. Teddi relaxes as you cross the threshold into your living room. The familiarity of your home, just the two of you in this vast space - he wouldn't give it up for anything. The lingering stress melts from his face as you lower him into your bed, resting on the pillow you lay your head on every night. You set his glasses on the dresser and bring him a glass of water - wishing him good night as you turn off the lights. Hovering over the bed, he grabs your wrist as you turn to leave.

"Y/n..... please stay with me tonight."

He brings a hand up to your face, stroking your jaw as he pulls you closer. "Kiss me, Y/n."

".... how much did you drink, Teddi."

"Alot, but - I need you... to help me I mean. I've never kissed anyone before, and I need the practice if I'm ever going to tell them how I feel. You're the only person I can turn to for this. You promised that you would always be there for me."

You knew that would come back to haunt eventually. "Ted, when I said I'd help you with anything, I meant like teaching you how to do your taxes or change a tire. This isn't something we should be doing."

His cheek presses against your neck, fresh tears staining your skin. "We can forget about it in the morning.... They're all I have. You're all I have... Please don't leave me too."

"....show me."

"Huh?"

"How you would confess. Show me."

You sit on the edge of the bed. Teddi props back against the frame, tucking his hair behind one ear and fixing his shirt. He chews on his bottom lip - the moonlight reflecting off your skin basking you in that heavenly shine he always saw. He looks down. "I'm gonna use your name just to make it easier - okay?"

Teddi takes a deep breath. "Y/n - you... you're the most amazing person I've ever met. When I'm with you, it's like opening my eyes for the first time. You're someone I know I can trust through thick and thin... you've always been there for me, and I want to be here for you... forever."

He scoots closer, placing a hand on your lap as he cups your cheek - leaning in til his forehead rests against yours. "I like you...I love you. Please, stay with me."

Teddi slowly closes the distance; fingers restricted round your thigh as his lips fall flush against yours. It feels like a crime - your soft skin beneath his chapped, bitten lips. He presses deeper, engraving every each of you into his memory and being that his mind would allow. His tongue ghosts your lower lip, snaking against your teeth. His hand clasps the base of your neck as he adds his weight to your chest, pulling you up on the bed as he brings your hanging leg up to his side.

"y/n....."

He cards his fingers through at your hair - the taste of whiskey and desperation hot on your tongue as you wince from the abrupt tug at the back of your skull. The depth of your mouth is more indicating than any substance he had all night. His fingers sink into the flesh of your leg, working towards the curve of your ass as a moan vibrates through your teeth centered from throaty whine he makes as they close around his tongue. His lip ram yours as he tilts his head for a better angle with enough force to bruise, and by god he hopes it does. Biting down doesn't stop his tongue from barreling down your throat - ball piercing sucked to the roof of your mouth. He gives pause only when he finally accepts the stars dancing in view are from the lack of oxygen rather the magic of the eve- falling to your chest with a few links and kisses between greedy intakes of air and your scent. He giggles, hiccuping as his arms shoot around your waist.

"My first kiss...... I made sure to tear off the end when I smoked with that girl so I wouldn't lose it even indirectly. Was I your first too? Can you by my first in other ways too?"

You pull from under him as he nips at your shoulder. "You're not into Trudy?"

"Trudy?" The name rolls off his tongue with such disgust and confusion. "Heck no. The person I like is so much more special than her. I'm lucky to even be in their presence. I wanna give them the world. My heart. I love you.... them- so much."

You fall silent as he nuzzles his face against your torso, eyes growing heavy. "It's late, Teddi. Go to bed."

"Will you sleep with me?.... Stay with me until the morning?..."

".....Always."

Teddi cuddles up to your side as you join him in bed - fighting exhaustion to treasure your sleeping face beside him.

[sellasstories]

SWEET

word count: 1.5k

pairing: paige bueckers x azzi fudd

⚠️warnings⚠️

hurt/comfort, angst, swearing

prompts:

paige is upset at her team and misses azzi

pazzi are each other’s person but haven’t figured out exactly what that means

title from the cas song (somewhat inspired)

Paige breathed a sigh of relief when the final buzzer sounded. It should’ve been a relatively easy game, but this season had been anything but easy so far and she hadn’t been taking anything for granted, especially since Azzi got hurt again.

Azzi…. through the photos, autographs, and media, Paige couldn’t help her mind from drifting back to her. Azzi, her rock, her person, her best friend… maybe that last one wasn’t quite right anymore. They hadn’t put a label on anything yet, but she didn’t think that the parameters of “best friends” quite explained what they were to each other.

All she knew was that Azzi should’ve been a part of the win, not laying in a hospital bed. She knew sitting there watching must’ve been killing Azzi as much as it was killing Paige to not have her on the floor.

The team was already chattering excitedly when she stepped onto the bus.

“There she is! P-SKIII!” cheered KK, trying to get her to join in on whatever silly dance her and Aubrey were doing.

“Thanks KK, but I’m too tired for all this. I think I’mma go pass out in the back if anyone needs me.” She ignored the confused looks of most of her teammates.

Aaliyah must have seen the look in her eyes because she spoke up suddenly. “You guys heard her, her back hurts from carrying your sorry asses with her 34 and 12!”

As everyone laughed, Paige shot Aaliyah a grateful look and went to sit down. After making sure that no one was paying any attention to her, she pulled out her phone and called Azzi, who picked up almost immediately.

“Congratulations! I watched the whole thing and I’m so proud of you guys!” Azzi’s excitement was painfully fake, even over the phone.

“Thanks,” Paige mumbled hollowly. “You know you don’t have to pretend with me, right?”

“I know, it’s just that you finally got a win and we really need those right now and I… didn’t wanna take away from that, I guess,” Azzi sighed. Her voice had lost all its prior enthusiasm.

Paige wasn’t prepared for how broken Azzi sounded. Despite her best efforts to blink them back, her eyes began to fill with tears. “Don’t worry about anything like that. It wasn’t a good win and we both know it. I guess I played fine, but where is the rest of this fucking team?”

Paige knew it was unfair, but she couldn’t stop herself from saying it. “Where are you, Az? I need you.”

The call lapsed into silence, Paige trying to stop the tears from leaking out of her eyes while, alone in a hospital bed, Azzi’s cheeks were already wet.

“No, Azzi, stop it. You’re not allowed to be crying right now,” Paige leaned her head against the bus window.

“How did you kno- whatever, you’re literally crying too, baby,” Azzi was quick to reply when she heard the tremor in the other girl’s voice. “I should be there for you, I don’t know why shit like this keeps happening.”

Paige gave up on wiping the tears now freely flowing down her face.

“I can’t have you crying because of me, I can’t. It’s just a game- well it’s not just a game but it’s also not your life. You shouldn’t have this — shouldn’t have my problems — on your mind as well! It’s not fair to you, it just isn’t.” She went silent, realizing she’d let slip more than she’d intended to.

“How can you even say that when you’ve cried over me more times than I can remember?” Azzi asked incredulously. “You’re right, Paige, it’s not just a game, it’s your whole life, and mine! It’s the reason I’m here right now, still fighting for a chance at one of the most important things in the world to me, to both of us.”

So many miles away, Paige’s broken sigh was a shot straight through Azzi’s heart.

“I’m tired, Azzi. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be… I miss you.” The last part was whispered like a confession, Paige seemingly still not sure if it was something that she could just say.

“I know, P. None of this is fair. I miss you too.” It came out easier for Azzi. She’d always been better at stuff like that.

Neither girl knew what to say after that, the only sounds on the call being soft breathing and faint sounds of rain hitting the bus’s windows.

“It’s raining here, like a lot. It’s kinda soothing if you close your eyes,” Paige broke the silence, her voice a bit rough.

Azzi wiped her eyes, squinting at the curtains drawn over the window in her room. “I think it’s raining here too,” she finally said.

Paige sat in silence as she listened to Azzi call for a nurse to come open her window.

“It is kinda nice, you’re right.” Azzi took a deep breath as the soft pattering of raindrops filled her ears.

“Can I say that I miss you again?” Paige asked after another long silence.

“You can say anything to me.” Azzi’s voice was suddenly groggy.

“It’s late. I think you should go to sleep. I’ll see you when I get back.” Paige couldn’t hide the fondness in her voice.

“No, I’ll stay up with you. I’m not even tired, I promise.” Azzi tried to argue despite the heaviness of her voice.

Paige waited a while before answering. “You know it’s gonna be another couple of hours. I don’t mind, I promise.” She mirrored Azzi’s words.

There was nothing but silence on the line.

“Hey, Az?” Getting no response, Paige listened for a few minutes before she hung up, Azzi’s peaceful deep breathing eventually coming through.

She looked ahead at her teammates still celebrating and decided she’d just try to get some sleep herself.

•••••

The light knocking on Azzi’s door blended with the sounds of the rain, not waking her up. “I can come back tomorrow, she should probably sleep,” Paige sighed, trying to hide how close she was to breaking down again.

“Are you sure? I think she’d want to see you,” The nurse looked confused. “She seemed quite adamant when she told me to let you in any time, no matter what.”

Paige was speechless. It wasn’t even all that surprising as she knew that she’d do the same for Azzi, but the confirmation of those feelings being reciprocated meant a lot more to Paige than she thought it would.

Seeing Paige’s indecision, the nurse placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m just going to unlock the door for you, honey, and you can figure out what you want to do,” she said kindly. “You’re a great girlfriend, by the way,” she tossed over her shoulder as she walked away.

“We’re not-” Paige started to say automatically, trailing off when she realized that she liked other people thinking of her and Azzi that way.

After hesitating outside the door for another minute, Paige slowly turned the handle, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Azzi’s room was dark, the only light being the sliver coming in from the hallway. It illuminated her sleeping face, and she looked so peaceful that Paige almost left again, not wanting to disturb her at all.

Shutting the door, Paige was fumbling for the switch on a lamp in the corner of the room when she heard Azzi’s blankets rustle.

“…Paige?” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes as Paige located the switch and light flooded the room.

“Hey, I’m here,” Paige said softly.

Azzi opened her arms and Paige crawled into her bed, neither of them minding that the size of it forced their bodies to be pressed against each other.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep,” Azzi pressed her lips to the top of Paige’s head, her fingers combing through blonde hair.

Paige lifted her head to meet Azzi’s eyes. “Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you were actually resting like you were supposed to be,” she smirked, dodging the other girl’s attempt to flick her forehead.

Azzi’s retort was cut off by Paige’s lips pressing against hers, both girls smiling into the kiss. They pulled apart, foreheads pressed together.

In the intimacy of their little bubble, Azzi allowed a confession to slip out. “I’m glad you came. It means a lot.” The words may not have been anything novel, but she could tell that Paige understood why she said them so solemnly.

“Azzi, I…” Paige swallowed, embarrassed, and buried her face in Azzi’s neck.

“I know you do, P,” Azzi reassured her with a soft smile. “Me too. You don’t have to say it.” She knew that Paige wasn’t ready, and that was okay. She was here in Azzi’s arms, and for now, that was more than enough.

[milkistay]

this, for now — bc

synopsis. after 12 years, you reunite with your childhood best friend, chan, who comes back home from his idol life in korea.

pairing. childhoodfriend!chan x gn!reader

format. imagine

word count. 1.5k

a/n. this could also be seen as platonic...i believe. there’s nothing explicitly romantic, just two very close old friends yearning for each other. kind of bittersweet, too. 

"do you remember when we'd go here after school?" 

it’s maybe a few minutes before sunset and you’re walking around your old childhood neighborhood with someone you never thought would see again this soon: chan, your old childhood friend. the streets are painted a strange tone of nostalgia; it’s like you’re walking through hazy memories, dream-like and familiar. sometimes, you’ll spot a house or a street corner that sends you back to your 13-year-old self so strongly, you feel as if you’ve shifted to the past. but then, you look to your left and you see chan, who has so obviously grown up, and you remember all the time that has passed.

he’s grown taller, of course, with broader shoulders and bigger arms. he’s lost most of his baby fat in his face—his jawline is much more apparent, as are all of the sharp angles in his features. you can almost barely recognize him. almost, because you don’t think you could ever forget the little things in chan’s appearance that make him who he is. he smiles and there's something about it that makes you ache—there’s your old best friend again, happy and smiley.

.

.

chan’s pointing to a convenience store up ahead when he asks his question. the storefront hasn't changed a bit——still displaying its ice cream cooler next to the front entrance, its 3-for-1 cough drop deal, and its blue and yellow ATM. you could find your way through the aisles in your sleep, despite the 12 years that have passed since the last time you and chan slipped in, exhausted after a long school day, and left with candy and soft drinks. sometimes, you'd spend the afternoon at the nearby park, the sun on your face and the grass under your thighs as you complained about your teachers and took turns trying to catch m&m's in your mouths. other times, you'd head straight to chan's house and play games in his living room, even staying for dinner. 

"of course, i remember," you tell him. “it hasn’t been that long.”

maybe 12 years isn’t that long. maybe it is. it feels long, that you know for sure. 

in those past 12 years, you've watched chan move to seoul and follow his dream of becoming an idol, growing more talented and more mature with each comeback photo and video that pops up on your social media. in between your busy days, you could only catch glimpses of his rapidly-evolving career and his sudden rise to stardom. with each stray kids photo you saw, the chan you knew so intimately appeared to turn more and more into a stranger. the boy from your childhood grew into a man and you weren't even there to see it.

but he returns to australia after all these years and he smiles at you and suddenly, he's the same 13-year-old who swore, pinky interlocked with yours, that he'd never stop being your best friend. he was chris again. 

and you tried. of course, you tried to keep in touch. he cried in your arms before he left for the airport and promised to call you every day. but being a trainee was busy and being an idol was busier and you had to grow up and move to college and find your own future too, so, after a while, his daily calls became weekly, then monthly, then a rarity. you learned more about his life through stray kids youtube videos than you did through his own words. and you were so happy for him, of course. but you missed him so fucking much. 

“do you remember all of our sleepovers?” you ask, praying he does. 

please remember us. please remember me. please tell me i still have a place in your life. 

he doesn’t even take a moment to think: “yes, yes i do.” he’s grinning now. “we’d basically live out of each other’s houses for a week, just: school, your house, games, dinner, sleep, wake up, school, my house, listen to music, dinner, sleep. god, that was fun.”

“remember hannah would always say—”

“that you were basically her other sibling?” chan finishes with a laugh. “yeah, i think she saw you and me together more than she saw just me alone sometimes.”

you laugh with him. “she said she couldn’t imagine anything pulling us apart.”

“yeah,” chan concedes. “i couldn’t imagine anything either.”

the both of you fall into a sudden silence that’s tinted with an awkwardness that would’ve never existed when you were both 13 and inseparable. it’s a silence of grief, mourning the past determination to stay best friends forever and never leave each other’s sides. during those sleepovers, you’d brainstorm the rest of your lives together—how you’d live in the same dorm in college, then get an apartment together, adopt a dog, and grow up side-by-side. 

was it foolish that you believed in it? was it always just wishful thinking? over those years spent apart, you’d ponder what could’ve been—what your life would look like if chan never moved. it was always bittersweet and you found yourself longing too much so you decided to stop. there’s no point in thinking about what could’ve been—it isn’t, so just focus on what is. and ‘what is’ is a life where chan lives across the ocean and you’re creating your own separate worlds. the too-harsh reality.

"god, you have no idea how much i missed this," chan admits with a sigh, looking up to the sky that was slowly turning shades of pink and orange. 

you offer a chuckle. “yeah, it’s nice to be home, i guess.”

"no, no," he begins. "well, yes—i missed my family like crazy, like you wouldn’t believe—but i’m talking about this." he gestures to the both of you. "us. i missed us."

"oh.” somehow, you weren’t expecting that. “well, someone moved away," you say with feigned accusation. 

he lets out a laugh. "i did, didn't i?” he thinks for a moment. “i don't regret it. i love my boys, i love our fans, i love what we're doing. i just…i miss you,” he says, plain and simple. “and i wish there was some way that i could've had it all. you're the one thing that's missing from my life.”

during the times you pondered what could’ve been, you always came to the conclusion that you were the only one thinking about it, that chan had forgotten you. it hurt a bit, but you thought it was the best way to see it if you wanted to move on from the past. 

but this—you're the one thing that's missing from my life. fuck. you didn’t even realize how much you had been aching to hear that chan still thinks about you. fuck, how can you move on?

"i wish you could've had it all, too. i miss you. so fucking much.”

he sighs. "and there's no way for you to somehow have the urge to relocate to seoul?"

you laugh. "i want to, believe me when i say that. but..."

he nods. "but."

"i have a life, too, you know. a job. friends. i can't just leave."

"i know, i know. i just—"

"me too." you offer a sad smile. "me too."

the sky turns pinker as the sun sets. the neighborhood grows dimmer. 

“so what now?” chan asks.

“what do you mean?”

“i miss you, you miss me, what are we supposed to do now?”

“is there anything we can do?” from the way his expression falls, you can tell he was hoping for a more optimistic answer. “we’ve spent so long cultivating these lives exclusive of each other, is there any way to weave one another into them?”

“you could move to seoul…”

“i can’t.”

“i could move back—”

“you won’t.”

“i could—”

“no, you couldn’t. and you won’t. i know you won’t and you know i won’t let you.”

“i know.” he sighs. “i know.”

“i think this is all we can have.”

“this?”

“this—you and me, coincidentally back home at the same time for a few days, reminiscing for a bit, then parting ways again.”

he nods, reluctantly agreeing because it’s true, as unfortunate as it is. “for now,” he adds optimistically. “maybe, one day, we can figure it out.”

“maybe,” you say, not thinking you’d believe it. but as you say it, maybe foolishly, you find a little hope. 

“i’ll take it. i’ll take what i can have. i’ll have this, for now.”

he offers a smile and who are you to not give him one back?

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART TWELVE)

notes: i’m finally caught up on this series! just in time for the last regular season game!

previous: eleven

next: thirteen

y/ndevils00

liked by jackhughes, lhughes_06, and 72,810 others

y/ndevils00 if you’re allergic to sappiness, you may wanna keep scrolling tonight!

first of all, i’m so proud of ALL my boys tonight! all 5 of our goal scorers, the assisters, and the ones who just played their asses off tonight!

now is where it gets sappy!

my jacky: you broke a 22 year old franchise points record tonight. YOU did that. i always knew you would do it, and i’m so grateful that i was there to see it happen. you’re my (real) best friend, my love, my heart, the father to my cat, and the best hockey player i’ve ever seen (sorry boys). the talent that you possess is constantly leaving me awestruck, and i can’t wait to see what you achieve in the future. i can’t imagine the past 3 years without you, and i hope i never have to live a future without you either. i am so unbelievably proud of you. congratulations, my sweet boy. lil satan and i love you to pluto! <3

my lukey: my little (not so little) brother for the past 3 years. for some context, i met luke when he came to a devils game literally the same month i started working for the team. jack introduced me to him and lukey and i hit it off. i ended up sitting with him at the game, we exchanged numbers, and i adopted him as my own little brother very quickly. when luke was chosen in the 2021 draft, i cried tears of joy; but those tears were nothing compared to the ones i shed tonight. my baby brother made his nhl debut tonight and i couldn’t be happier for him. i look forward to seeing you absolutely kick ass and show everyone in this league how incredibly talented you are. congratulations on your debut, smush! i love you! <3

p.s. rasmus dahlin, i am in your walls. stay away from my boyfriend.

tagged jackhughes and lhughes_06

user did she just call luke “smush”?! that’s so cute, i need the reason asap

y/ndevils00 no real story behind it! we just smush/squish each others cheeks a lot! also, we watched finding nemo for our first facetime movie night and he took up calling me “squishy” like dory called the jellyfish.

john.marino97 they really do do it often. i’ve counted 12 times in the past 2 days

jackhughes i love you to pluto, sweet girl. thank you for being by my side to celebrate this achievement. i’m so thankful that i get to spend life with you ❤️

y/ndevils00 you’re so obsessed with me

jackhughes PARTS of you, for sure

y/ndevils00 you perv! there are innocent eyes present! @/lhughes_06

jackhughes i meant your heart!

lhughes_06 we have thin walls, i know you’re lying.

lhughes_06 @/y/ndevils00 also, why would you tag me?!

lhughes_06 thank you squishy! this was really sweet but can you stop crying now?

y/ndevils00 you didn’t say you love me, so no

lhughes_06 i love you!

y/ndevils00 well now it just seems forced. i hope you can sleep through my wails and tears

john.marino97 congrats hughesy! so happy for you! and congrats little hughesy! you did great!

jackhughes thanks bro!

lhughes_06 thanks man!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 yeah, you guys are so siblings

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 did you think they weren’t?

y/ndevils00 idk i was just kinda hoping that maybe ellen actually switched jack at birth and he’s not actually their son but i’m their daughter

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 that’s the oddest way to say you love my family. you’re such a little nutcase, i love you

lhughes_06 @/y/ndevils00 you weren’t even born in florida like jack…

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 you’re a brat

dawson1417 LFG BRO! SO PROUD OF YOU HUGHESY!

jackhughes THANK YOU BRO! APPRECIATE IT!

dawson1417 congrats luke!! smashed it tonight, dude!

lhughes_06 thanks dude! looking forward to playing more games with you!

trevorzegras HOLY SHIT CONGRATS BRO’S! KILLING IT! can’t wait to play against you @/lhughes_06

y/ndevils00 no.

jackhughes thanks bro! hope your game goes well!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes no.

lhughes_06 thanks z! excited to kick your ass next season 🔥

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 yes.

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras is officially banned from my comments until he apologizes to me. any more comments about or from him will be deleted.

trevorzegras what did i do now?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras it’s more what you WON’T do.

trevorzegras is this seriously because i won’t dress up as ken to see the barbie movie with you?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras blocking you. deleting your number. lasering off our matching tattoo.

user63 they have matching tattoos?!

y/ndevils00 @/user63 not anymore.

lhughes_06 @/user63 yeah it’s the moon and saturn

user84 am i the only one who thought she and trevor just genuinely didn’t get along?

y/ndevils00 @/user84 i feel like a lot of people think that, so i’m only gonna say this once so he can’t use it against me: trevor is actually one of my closest friends! i love him very much and i THOUGHT he loved me. if you scroll back to the summer on my account you’ll actually find loads of posts with him! we just have a funny way of showing our love but i’m actually very grateful to have a friend like him 🖤

trevorzegras 📸

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras i take it all back. i hate you, troll doll.

trevorzegras did you just insult my hair?! TAKE IT BACK!

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras she literally called you a “brainless bimbo” and “the human equivalent of cat zoomies” the other day on the group call and your HAIR is where you cross the line?

_quinnhughes so proud of the both of you 💙 congrats guys

lhughes_06 thank you quinner ❤️ love ya bro

jackhughes thanks quinny! love ya ❤️

y/ndevils00 my baby boys <3

jamie.drysdale i wanna know what was running through your mind when jack looked straight at you when you took the arrival picture

jackhughes she yelled “shit! fuck! abort mission!” and dove behind the equipment boxes

lhughes_06 she scared the actual photographer and almost made them break their camera

user37 why does luke look like he has no emotions in the third slide?

y/ndevils00 it’s the hughes dead eye stare! they can all do it VERY well because they’re all emotionally dead inside <3

nicohischier proud of you guys! excited to play with you more @/lhughes_06 and can’t wait to see if you’ll break your own record next season @/jackhughes

jackhughes thanks cap!

lhughes_06 thank you cap!

y/ndevils00 he will!

[lucigoo]

Weekly Roundup: 1st October - 31st October

So,this will be the last "monthly" roundup, as opposed to the weekly ones I will be getting back innto Sorry and tbank you all for bearing with me <3

In October, I worte 15 fics with a combined word count of 41,044 words

As always, recs first and then the last large attack of my own fics lol

my love, take care of yourself - littleoldrachel - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (Sirius/Remus, ngl, I thinik @littleoldrachel is one of my fav Wolfstar writers, there isnt any Wolfstar fics of theires I dont adore)

Summary: In which Remus is a single dad and finds himself falling for Teddy's cute college lecturer.

used my best colours for your portrait - littleoldrachel - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (SiriusRemus, please mind the tags. But, as oyu can tell, my point stands from before lol 🙈)

Summary: Remus didn’t know that his home was different from other people’s: a side effect of having no friends for the first 12 years of his life, coupled with an affliction that (should have) made that a lifelong endurance.

Is it wrong that he longs for such obliviousness now?

thin white lies - wotcherremus - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling - (Sirius/Remus, texting Au, they are at Skeggy all (aka seaside holiday destination for working class people in England lol))

Summary: While on a weekend away with his friends, Sirius Black accidently texts the wrong number.

The number belonging to famous actor, Remus Lupin.

When Sirius is invited by an old school friend to attend a cast party for a TV show Remus is in, will Remus continue to keep his identity a secret?

Text Talk - merlywhirls - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (Sirius/Remus, this one doesnt need much introduction for Wolfstar texting au fans im sure)

Summary: Sirius is in boarding school, Remus is in hospital, and they don't know each other until Sirius texts the wrong number.

Thirty Minutes to Change Your Life - SunnyRose - The Hobbit - All Media Types (Bilbo/Thorin, aother wonderful addition to the fandom by @sunnyrosewritesstuff!)

Summary: Thorin overhears a conversation in a bar that makes him think Bilbo is considering suicide. Bilbo just thinks Thorin is hitting on him when he asks for 'thirty minutes to change his life'.

Dear Thorin - Dimity Blue (Arnie) - The Hobbit - All Media Types (Bilbo/Thorin, this is one of my fav crack fics through any fadom its bloody brilliant, and hilarious!)

Summary: In which Dáin Ironfoot, Lord of the Iron Hills, shows he has more sense than his cousin, Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, especially where a certain Hobbit is concerned.

As always, I hope you enjoy and share the love with any of the fics and authors that catch your attention!

Now my fics, ngl, im going to be glad when these larger posts are done!

Through the mists: Erebor calls us home (Bilbo/Thorin, written for the amazing prompts from @mrkida-art for Dwarrowtober)

Summary: The Company are atop of the Carrock, and there, through the mists, for the first time in over 150 years, Thorin, and the others, see home, they see their mountain.

The Mountain's call is louder than my sister's cries (Gen fic, Thorin & Dis, and other prompt from Dwarrowtober)

Summary: Thorin is about to set out to ask Dain and the other dwarven clans for aid in liberating Erebor from the dragon. Before that, he has to say goodbye to Dis, his beloved baby sister.

Dis is a daughter of Durin, and Oin isnt the only one in the family with foresight and she does not have a good feeling about this quest at all.

Durins endure! (Gen fic, Young Thorin and Company, another Dwarrowtober prompt)

Summary: It is the first Durins day after the battle of Azanulbizar. After their losses, as a clan, as a people, as a family.

What is left of the longbeards have to keep going, they have to survive this next harsh winter still reeling from their losses.

What coice does Thorin have, what choice does his people have. After all, they are Durins, and Durins endure.

Tea for Two:Even if they can't see you (Bilbo/Thorin, written for the @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - Invisible Guests)

Summary: It is time for tea, and Bilbo demands his table set for two. Between that and the one sided convrsations he is having, his elven friends are worried about him.

A faunt, two dwarflings and their Uncles (Bilbo/Thorin, halloween fluff to prove to the Bagginshield Book Club thatI CAN write a whole fluffy fic lmao!)

Summary: Bilbo takes his nephew and ward Frodo to a haloween party at the community center. There he meets two little boys dressed as dwarflings and their handsome Uncle who was also a fellow casualty of the Tolkien fandom.

It's Time to Go Home Little Hobbit (BilboThorin, Bilbo & Frodo, a fic written for the Bagigshieldtober 2024 prompts from @acorn-and-oakleaves)

Summary: Bilbo left his husband and his mountain to return to the Shire for the first time in decades. he went back to claim Frodo and bring the lost, little hobbit back to Erebor where he will have an instant family who adroes him already, even though none have met him.

If only it was that simple.

The Family of the Bride is an Empty Space (Gen fic, Thorin & Dis, another prompt from the Dwarrowtober prompts.)

Summary: It is Dis' wedding day. Thorin should be happy, he is happy for her but he is finding it hard to smile when there are so many people missing who should be here, when they are in a borrowed mountain that isn't there.

No matter what though, he will smile, for Dis, the last of his family.

Well I wasn't expecting that (Bilbo/Thorin, written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt - Full moon frenzy)

Summary: Thorin's new boyfriend has been acting oddly over the last few days, not enough to alarm him, but enough to intrigue him. With the full moon shining down on them as they snuggle, maybe he will find out why.

Would You Love Me If I Killed Them All For You? (Sirius/Remus, writte after a few convefsations with my beloved @brandileigh2003 about how Wolfstar wouldbe the perfect murder husbands!)

Summary: Sirius has learnt where Dumbledore has been sending Remus, back to the packs he despises. Using his as bait to lure out Greyback. The monster of Remus' nightmares.

Sirius can not, will not stand by and let htis happen, let Remus be used like this. No matter what he has to do to stop it, to keep hi Moony safe.

Harry and the oddly supportive notes (Harry/Draco, written for the Trick 4 treat fest)

Summary: Harry struggled to furfill an order for his muggle to magical object shop. In a bout of pain, he sent an unprofessional letter back explaining his grief. SInce then he has recieved oddly supportive, anonymous letter. Ones that made him feel better about everything in his life.

Or they did until they suddenly stopped coming, causing Harry to hafe to find the note sender himself.

We're Co-Grandpa's Geralt! (Geralt/Jaksier, written for another amazing propt from @thedemonofcat. It also has an inspired by fic - Jaskier's Prayer - fannishliss so please feel free to check that out! )

Summary: To everyone's surprise, Roach and Pegasus somehow managed to come together and produce a foal.

Geralt, naturally, is thrilled about the baby horse, while Jaskier gleefully announces that he and Geralt are now co-grandpas.

Love them like crazy (Bilbo/Thorin, Kili/Taurial, Older Bagignshield and Thorin is king scmoop under the moutain, even in a moden AU!)

Summary: Kili needs advice and the only person he can think to ask his uncle, his uncle who may look mean and gruff, but who is the biggest softy when it comes to his husband Bilbo.

Maybe Thorin can help settle Kili's nerves After all, he and Bilbo have aways made it work.

Wolves and wishes (Sirius/Remus, also written for the Trick 4 treat fest!)

Summary: Remus wants the best for his boy, after all, he has to go through life with a werewolf father, in a world that still hates Remus for what he is, war hero or not.

Enter one Sirius Black, best friend extrodinare, but what if Sirius wants more?

The 31st (Regulus/James, background Sirius/Remus, please mind the tags, My (un)happy Halloween fic gift for you all <3)

Summary: It had been a year since James' car accident A year where Regulus had almsot left everything worth living for At least he still had James and Harry, right?

And thats us all wrapped up for now. I hope there was something for you all to read, both in my fics and in others. Take care all <3

[sugarushwriting]

Untouchable / Bang Chan

Untouchable

“untouchable like a distant diamond sky,” “I’m caught up in you,” “when you’re close, I feel like coming undone

Prologue.

I’ve known him since I was 7 and he was 9. I’ve been best friend’s with his younger sister for 13 years, and my crush never faltered. Although we have our 2 year age difference, he only and always saw me as his little sister’s best friend, eventually calling me his own little sister. He would never look at me more than a younger sibling. Even when I turned 15, and started to grow in places, he never once glanced my way in an adoring look. Not like he did with other girls and his girlfriends at the time. I even once wore the skimpiest bikini I could find at 16 and he flat out walked past me without a second thought. Lily, my best friend and his sister, couldn’t believe I was brave enough to show that much skin to anyone. 

From those 13 years, Lily never officially suspected I had a crush on her brother. She once told me, “it’s okay if you have a crush on him, every girl does!” I gagged and brushed her off with a blush. “Never in a million years,” I replied, knowing deep down, my heart ached for him to look at me anyway other than a younger sister. It was hard every day to ignore my silly little feelings for him. Christopher, or Chan as we called him at times, never saw my feelings for him. Never saw me bat my eyelashes at him, the cheesy pickup lines I told as ‘jokes,’ or the times I would dress up in hopes to receive any type of compliment. He would reply with “why do you have so much makeup on?” or “your skirt is too short, kid.” I always went home crying into my pillow.

Chan had his first ‘real’ girlfriend at 14, I was 12. I cried so hard, my mom thought I had spilled a drink in my favorite book. They broke up just months later, and I saw the light of day again. However, when he was 17, he went off to college and got a girlfriend. I had thought they wouldn’t last due to college life. My heart shattered into a million pieces when that didn’t happen. Chan hardly came home during college, only on major holidays. He was aiming to be a music producer, so his schedule was always packed. Whenever he did come visit, he always brought his girlfriend, Sharon. I tried to hate her, but I couldn’t. She was sweet, smart, and talented as she was in choir. That’s how they met--their shared musical talents. 

When it was my and Lily’s turn to go off to college, I made a pact to myself - to get over Christopher Bahng. It was hard at first as not only did I go to school with Lily, and shared a dorm with her, Chan came to help her move in. Of course, he would sometimes visit, but never actually come up to the dorm. A few times she offered for me to hang out with them, but I always made up an excuse. Soon, Lily stopped talking to me about his life updates all together, only for a few here and there updates. My heart didn’t flutter like it used to. The feelings weren’t strong, but they were still somewhat there. During college, I found myself lost in my education and even some guys, but the guys never stuck. Mainly because I couldn’t get off by them, and sometimes I even imagined it was Chan’s face. They never quite pipped my interest.

Now, at 20, I haven’t seen or talked directly to Chan since Lily and I moved into college, 2 years ago. I don’t know what he looks like now as I blocked him on every social media account I had. He was now 22, and I wonder how much he grew in 2 years. I guess I would soon find out since Lily and I were spending the summer at her parent’s vacation rental in Australia for 3 months, and Chan would be there as well. 

[slut-for-hayden-christian]

CHAPTER TWO—

Chapter one

Series master list

Title~ a dream and a lake house.

Chapter summary~ Anakin leaves for a long mission to naboo. In attempts to distract herself, y/n finds herself being harassed and inappropriately being touched by a coworker. Even though she gets away from him at the club, he manages to find out where she lives and unexpectedly shows up a few months later to continue his harassment. They argue and the coworker reveals that he knows about her feelings for anakin. She's not hundred percent sure if he knows that they're together, but she is pretty sure he doesn't. y/n has to call the jedi for the coworker to leave. Nakin comes home and is startled to find such a distressed y/n, talking about her coworker and one of Anakin's pet names for her. They sit down and y/n tells him everything that happened while he was away. He's mad at coworker to say the least. y/n is literally traumatized by this experience and is scared to open the door when a food delivery person comes, anakin comforts her and yay it's not coworker! Anakin and y/n also fuck btw.

Warnings~tooth rotting fluff- angst if you squint- anakins on naboo- anakin loves the reader- established relationship- reader is scared anakin will die on a mission- stalking kinda idk- unconsented touching and grinding- i made comlinks more like smart phones sorry not sorry- reader willingly feeds anakin's ego because he's perfect- if the pov switches to being current and not current nah you didn't see shit (examp cause i'm nice: it saying had instead of has, or she cried instead of she cries)- harassment- i love to cuss- ooc anakin- reader blames self for something that's not her fault- anakin thinks reader is a goddess- someone knows about readers feelings for our dear ani- reader worries that anakin is going to be mad at her about something stupid and realizes he would never get mad at her for something she couldn't control- protective anakin- reader gets traumatized in this- i was high during all parts of making this- smut- hand job but not really?- fingering- piv- no use of condom- (wrap it before you tap it)- MDNI- please im being so serious don't- concental grinding :)- did i do better smut? Lol- kinda rough sex but like also still pretty vanilla tho- no after care again, they jus like to cuddle- anakin is 7 inches cause i say so- if you see typos…no you didn't!-your media consumption is YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY!! Do not blame me for something you chose to read!

Word count~8284

6:12 am-

y/n's eyes flutter open, she takes in her surroundings, noticing that anakin's side of the bed is empty, and it seems it has been that way long enough for the spot where he was previously laying to be cold. She sits up, yawning as she looks around the room, trying to spot her lover in the seemingly empty space. 

y/n stands up slowly, her legs still wobbly from last night's…activities. The subtle sound of the shower bounced off the walls, y/n smiles waddling over to the door of the bathroom. She quietly steps into the smaller room, stripping silently before joining anakin in the warm shower. She wraps her arms around Anakin from behind, burying her face into his back.

Anakin, who was washing his hair, jumps at the feeling of arms wrapping around him, but he relaxes into the warmth that only his lover produces. Anakin's hands move from his hair to y/n's hands, gripping them with his soapy ones. “Good morning love” he hums, grinning at the feeling of y/n smiling against his back. “Morning…. You're up early” y/n mumbles sleepily.

Anakin sighs heavily. “yeah...about that” he pauses for a moment, his grip on her hands tightening and his grin turning into a slight frown. y/n pulls her head from his back giving him a concerned look. “The council..they want to meet with me today.. And It could be nothing…or.. They could be sending me on a mission.” y/n frowns, she hates when he has to leave her for long periods of time. Knowing that it's best to just savor the time they still have left together this morning, she forces a smile back on her face.

Anakin turns in her arms, pressing his naked body against hers, effectively pulling her into his own embrace. As always he reads her face as easily as he can read a kids book. He knows she's sad and he wants..no needs to comfort her as much as possible before he was possibly sent on a long mission away from his lover. “Hey...” he whispers, voice gentle and loving. “I know how you feel about me leaving….but i'll be alright ok? I'll always come back to you~”

y/n's smile grows at the reassurance, her biggest fear is that one day he will leave and never come back, early on in the relationship she would cry herself to sleep over it. Thankfully as their relationship grew the crying stopped, she still misses him deeply but her confidence he will come back has deepend significantly. “You better~” she mutters sternly.

Anakin smiles softly, his arms tightening around her smaller body with affection. “Don't worry my doll~ i would never dare leave you alone for that long” he whispers. y/n feels a lot more comfort with his words and fully relaxes into his arms. But she still can't shake the nagging feeling in the back of her head telling her she will never see him again.the thought too much to bare, brings tears to her eyes.

Anakin notices her watery eyes immediately, making a small frown form on his face. He brings his hands up to her cheeks, cupping her face and using his thumbs to gently wipe her tears away. “Hey…hey-” he whispers soothingly. “It's alright love. Everythings going to be ok, I'm going to come back to you” he looks deep into her eyes, feeling as though he could get lost in them. y/n sniffs looking up at him with sweet doe eyes, the ones that make him melt way too often. He softly pulls her into a sweet, slow kiss, wanting her to feel as safe and loved as possible.

“Wash my hair?” y/n asks, wanting to bask in the warm pploving shower for as long as possible. But sadly even with Anakin helping wash every part of her she could think of, the shower ended way too fast. Leaving y/n and anakin standing at the door frowning at each other. “Goodbye ani.. Have a good day..” y/n sighs, she really hopes the council just wants him to train ahsoka harder or something…

Anakin gives y/n a sad look. “I'm not sure how long I'll be gone, it could be an hour..or it could be three months…i need you to promise you'll be ok no matter how long i'm gone” Y/n smiles sadly at him. “I'll do my best, as long as you do your best to come back to me..” Anakin nods, his lips forming their own sad smile. “Of course I will doll. I won't die on you that easily” he jokes, attempting to lighten the mood.

y/n leans up, gripping anakin's cheeks as she connects their lips in a soft kiss. Anakins hands fall to y/n's hips, gripping her tightly. The kiss a silent promise to take care of themselves while they are separated. “I love you….so much” he mumbles softly against y/n's mouth. “I love you to~” y/ns whimpers as they pull away.

Anakin smiles faintly, he loves when y/n tells him she loves him, and luckily for him she loves to tell him. His arms slid from her hips to her arms, squeezing her gently. “I'll be back before you even know it doll, you won't even have time to miss me” y/n nods slowly, and anakin can tell she's not fully convinced. He leans down and presses his lips to her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls away. Their eyes meet one last time before Anakin builds up the strength to leave, finally turning and walking through the door of their apartment.

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7:45 pm-

Anakin sent a long paragraph of a message to y/n explaining how he's being sent to naboo and that he will be back soon. She sighs to herself and calls her best friend, an idea of how to get her mind off Anakin's deparcher ringing in her head. She and Mavis both agree to get ready and meet at a somewhat new club a few floors down in mid coruscant.

y/n walks over to her closet, looking for something cute to wear, she grins as she pulls out a cute white two piece top and skirt. she grabs some pearl accessories to go with from her jewelry box, before slipping on simple white heels and grabbing a white purse to match. She struts over to the mirror, smirking at her appearance, anakin would just die if he saw her in this. y/n, pleased with the final product of her look, walks to her speeder to start making her way to the club where she and mavis would meet.

“Mavvyy!!” y/n squeals, running into her friends arms, they don't get to have outings like this often seeing as their jobs take most of their attention. Not only that but whenever Anakin was home it was a miracle if y/n could get out of his grasp for even a second. They step into the club, taking in the crowded room, it was the perfect place to get drunk and forget how desperately she misses her boyfriend.

y/n and mavis down a few shots before y/n's favorite song starts to play loudly through the speakers. “This song is my shit!!” y/n yells happily, pulling mavis onto the dance floor. The alcohol in the girls' system made everything seem more vibrant and exciting as they dance. y/n takes out her phone, taking a video of her dancing and singing along to a song happily, sending it to Anakin immediately after. She likes to keep him updated with pictures and videos so that he knows she's ok throughout the day, and he loves it. Whenever he gets the chance to sneak away even just for a moment, he will scroll through any and all photos she has sent him about her day, what she decided to wear, she sent it to him, what she's having for lunch? Oh look a photo of her eating her lunch! It brightens his day every time and he hopes she never stops.

Unbeknownst to the two dancing girls, a figure lurks in the shadows, his eyes focusing on y/n. The sight of her dancing and drinking filled his mind with all sorts of perverted thoughts.

y/n felt a small vibration in her pocket, she pulled out her comlink and smiled at the simple message she saw, -cute- she was surprised that anakin had already messaged her back, normally taking a few days before he really has time to respond. y/n giggles to herself as she responds back with -I know- with a quick picture of y/n winking. 

The figure that has been watching y/n slowly moves closer, being careful not to be spotted by either of the two girls yet. y/n and mavis continue to dance happily until the figure makes a move, resting his hands on y/n's hips, he pulls her flush against his body, grinding his crotch into her ass. y/n freezes at the feeling of someone's unwanted hands on her body. She turns her head to see who the pervert is, that's doing this to her. She's shocked to see her co-worker. “Sebastian? W-what are you doing?” y/n whimpers while trying to push his hands off her body.

Sebastian's hands don't budge, gripping her hips with a weird sort of possessiveness he definitely shouldn't have over her. He smiles at her, a gross gleam in his eye as he looks at her. “What's the matter, doll? I thought you would be happy to see me” his tone was sickeningly sweet and mocking at the same time. “Please don't touch me..” y/n whimpers, trying to break out of his grasp. Sebastian smirks faintly at y/n's uncomfort, taking great pleasure in the look of terror on her face, to him in this moment she looks absolutely divine.

Sebastians grip on y/n tightens to the point it hurts, for sure leaving bruises to remind her later of this awful moment. He leans down, his mouth hovering near her ear. “Come on doll~ dont be like that..i just wanna play with you a little, can i have a little fun?” he mumbles, his breath against her ear sending shivers down her spin in the worst way. y/n's eyes water, she's sobering up fast, and she's absolutely terrified of Sebastian right now. 

Mavis, seeing what Sebastian has been doing to her best friend, runs up and pushes Sebastian as hard as she can. The force is enough to make him loosen his grip on y/n, who then ripped herself from his grip. She turns and watches as Sebastian falls on his ass, grunting in pain as he lands on the hard dance floor. “Keep your creepy ass hands away from my bestie!!” Mavis yells, glaring down at the man. Sebastian has a mix of anger and shock on his face, his glare harding on mavis. “Tch- who the hell do you think you are!? Shoving a senator like that! Mind your own business” sebastian sneers angrily

Mavis glares at him, pulling y/n closer to her body. “My best friend is my business!” she yells angrily. Sebastian laughs mockingly. “Oh wow the best friend card huh? Very admirable” his tone is sarcastic, glare still fixed on mavis. 

Tired of his shit, Mavis kicks Sebastian in the stomach roughly, before grabbing y/n's arm and yanking her out of the club. Both the girls laugh and giggle after they make it safely out of the club and back onto the streets of night time coruscant. “Oh man mavyyy! Did you see his fucking face!” y/n yells, laughing her ass off.

y/n and mavis stumble to mavis’s house, the cool night air feeling great on their flushed body’s. The second y/n collapsed on mavis’s couch she was out, snoring loudly much to mavis’s displeasure.

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5:44 am~

The next morning y/n wakes up on the couch, a pounding headache makes her groan loudly in discomfort. y/n hears a quiet buzz, the same buzz that woke her up in the first place, she reaches into her purse and pulls out her comlink, smiling when she sees its a message from anakin. She read over the message slowly, not fully awake yet. -Do you want to call before I have to get ready?- y/n stumbles up and rushes to mavis’s bathroom, locking herself in before sliding to the floor and calling anakin. 

The call connects and y/n is met with the image of anakin, a tired smile settling on his face. His hair was in all different directions, and he had no shirt on, showing off his delicious abs that y/n could ogle forever. “Hi lover” she whispers, a soft smile settling on her tired face. “Hey doll” Anakin's voice is low and soft as he speaks, his voice still deep with sleep, y/n's heart flutters, wow..she really has the hottest man in the whole universe.

Anakin takes in the sight of y/n hiding in someone's bathroom, it frustrates him that their relationship has to be so secretive, the only people that know are obi wan and ahsoka.. “You look good this morning~” y/n continues to eye his shirtless chest, she wishes he was here with her so she could run her hand down his chest…anakin chuckles at her comment, breaking her out of her daydream. “You think so~ even though I just woke up and look a mess?” Anakin teases, he knows damn well she finds him attractive when he just wakes up.

y/n grins continuing the flirtatious banter. “Yep, i think this is when you look the most beautiful..well this and when you just get out of a shower- oh and when you're training..all flushed and sweaty..OH! And when you cook! Actually you look the most beautiful doing anything.” y/n lists the things he does that she's attracted to, not caring that she's feeding into anakins ego.

Anakin's cheeks heat up a little, eating her words up, he loves when y/n feeds his ego, and it seems she quite enjoys feeding it. “Do you think anything negative about me?” he chuckles faintly. “Or are you just full of endless compliments~” Anakin was unable to stop the grin forming on his face, it's clear that he's enjoying this alot. “Nope! You're literally the most perfect person in the galaxy..all of space even!” Anakin's smile grows, and suddenly he aches to hold her worse than ever before.

“Damn you just feed my ego, don't you~?” Anakin teases, cheeks tinged a light shade of pink. “I miss you…” y/n sighs, she hadn't even gone two full days without him, but she just loves him so much..she wishes they could never part.. Anakin smiles at her words, his expression becoming more somber. “I miss you to doll…so much” Anakin's words hold a hint of sadness, missing y/n as much as she misses him. Unfortunately no matter how much he wishes to be by y/n's side always, his duties as the chosen one have to come first.

Anakin has to end the call abruptly, something about obi wan needing him immediately. y/n sighs, worried about whatever was going on… she's also upset that she never had the chance to tell him about what happened with Sebastian, but she feels that it's better to have the conversation in person anyways.

y/n stands up and leaves the bathroom, being met with the wonderful scent of pancakes, meaning mavis must be awake. She walks into the kitchen with a smile on her face. “Good morning my love~” she giggles teasingly. Mavis laughs before teasingly replying with. “Morning honey~” y/n jumps onto the counter, watching mavis cook. “Smells good” mavis just smiles “pancakes are always good after a night out. Don't ya think?” Mavis asks cheekily before turning her attention back to the cooking pancake. y/n cant help but agree, the surgery childhood meal always sounds nice after a night like last night.

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5:30 pm~

The next few months went by agonizingly slow for both y/n and anakin. They missed each other more than words could even explain. Thankfully, he's finally coming home today, this left y/n in a panic, he hadn't told her until an hour ago…an hour ago!!. y/n ran around the house, trying to get everything clean and ready for Anakin's arrival home. She was growing increasingly more antsy as the time ticked by. A loud knock on the door startles y/n out of her cleaning. She smiles half expecting to see Anakin on the other side of the door, but why is he knocking…he lives here.. 

y/n was too excited to care, eagerly rushing to open the door. Her smile drops as she takes in the form of Sebastian on the other side. She groans and rolls her eyes. “What do you want sebastian.” y/n sneers angrily. She doesn't like that he was able to find out where she lives, it makes her nervous. Sebastian smirks faintly, leaning on the door frame as he eyes y/n up and down. She feels like a piece of meat under his gaze.

“Cant a guy just come and visit his friend~” he jokes, his smirk growing much to y/n displeasure. “No leave before I call the Jedi to escort you.” y/n tries to keep a stern face, but she's scared..and really just wants Sebastian to leave her alone.

Sebastian's smirk doesn't falter, in fact it seems to grow.. He's clearly not intimidated by y/ns threat. He leans farther into the doorway as if to tell y/n he will not be moving. y/n feels one of her eyes twitch in annoyance. She's having a hard time not gagging at sebastians confidence, and it takes everything in her not to throw up, he really thinks she will like this?…  “why don't you understand that i'm not interested in you!” y/n huffs angrily.

Sebastians expression darkens briefly. He's clearly growing annoyed at y/n and her constant rejections. Sebastian pushes off the door frame, stepping slightly closer, invading y/ns personal space. “You're not interested because you like that pathetic jedi more” he spits out. y/n's blood runs cold, she's shocked to say the least, how can he know..”i don't know what you're talking about-” Sebastian scoffs before y/n could even finish speaking. “Please, you think I haven't noticed?! The way you speak so highly of him, the looks you give only him when you think nobody is watching..it's very obvious doll....”

Sebastian narrows his eyes at y/n, as if trying to look deeply into her soul. “My feelings are none of your concern” y/n growls angrily, hoping to the makers that he just thinks she has a crush on anakin. Sebastian lets out a dry chuckle, his expression a mix of disgust and annoyance. “They are if that jedi happens to be fucking skywalker, doll you could do so much better” he states as if he truly believed the shit spuing from his mouth. 

“You think…you're better than..the chosen one?” y/n laughs at the absurdity. Sebastian scoffs and leans closer as he unfortunately speaks again, his voice low and mocking. “Yes, I do. That so called chosen one is no better than any other jedi, and I can treat you so much better than he ever can.” y/n rolls her eyes, clearly done with Sebastian and his nonsense conversation. y/n moves to close the door, but Sebastian shoves his foot in the way before she can. He seems determined to not leave. “Just go away sebastian!” y/n huffs angrily. Sebastian's face darkens further, his features twisting into a look of anger. He grits his teeth as he speaks. “Damn it doll you're being difficult. You don't know what's good for you! I can promise you will be much happier with me then you ever would be, with the likes of that pathetic jedi”

y/n stomps her foot angrily, she doesn't like how he's talking about the love of her life. “Leave.” she snarls sternly. Sebastian lets out a loud annoyed huff, his irritation reaching its limit. “Damn it… why do you refuse to give in doll? I can give you so much more than any jedi could~” y/n sighs angrily, this guy is not getting the hint.. It's not even a hint anymore! y/n told him how she feels. “This isn't about general skywalker..this is about you- i was never interested in you.” Sebastian lets out yet another scoff, y/n wonders how he could even still be trying. He was getting tired of her defiance, he was desperate for her to give into him. “Then what's it about? I'm rich, attractive, and could give you the life you deserve. Why are you so stubborn and refusing my advances, what am I lacking? What does the jedi have that i don't” y/n glares, if this is how he wants it.. “Well first off he doest have your shitty attitude, secondly general skywalker is soooooo much more attractive than you! Oh! And lastly i.was.never.and.will.never.be.interested.in.you.” 

Sebastians features immediately twist into a look of enragement. “Damn it…is that why you refuse me? Because you think skywalker is more attractive? Because you would rather be with a jedi over me!?” y/n sighs in frustration, it seems she's done that a lot while talking to sebastian, she also thinks she lost some brain cells, why does it seem that he always misses the point, it's almost like it's on purpose.. “No! That's not why, I'm not interested in you because you're a loser with daddy's money! Now leave me the fuck alone!” y/n yells loudly. Sebastian growls at her. “Loser with daddy's money? Huh! Im not a fucking loser! I'm a respected senator, and the heir to my family's fortune!  HOW THE FUCK DO YOU PREFERE THAT JEDI OVER ME” it's times like this y/n's happy she doesn't have neighbors. y/n rolls her eyes annoyed sebastians still at her fucking door. “You just can't resist defending that damn jedi can you doll? Why.. Why him and not me!?” 

“because he's a good person! He's nice to everyone! Not just the people he wants something from! He has stopped every person who has wanted to kill me and he doesnt FUCKING LAUPH AT SAD PEOPLE LIKE YOU DO!” She can't hold her anger back now, but Sebastian doesn't seem done, his jaw just clenches as she lists all the ways Anakin is better than he is. “So he's some hero then huh? A kind, good hearted jedi who can do no wrong!?” y/n laughs angrily. “You know what! That's exactly what he is!” Sebastian growls. “Damn it doll! Why is he so much better in your eyes? Why do you prefer him over me! I've offered you everything he could give you and much more! Why can't you just give in.” y/n sighs, she's tired, tired of Sebastian and tired of this conversation, her hand starts to inch up her wall next to her door.

“Because I'm not in love with you sebastian.. You should find somebody who is..” y/n says softly. Sebastian looks flabbergasted, almost as if he can't comprehend her words. “How…how can you not be in love with me? I-i've given you everything!.. I have money, power, status…and still you prefer him?” He speaks as though he has never been rejected by a woman. y/n smiles, thinking this is finally coming to an end. “Yes i prefer him, now leave i don't wanna see you here again” sebastian stands in shock at y/ns continues rejections, but snaps back to life when y/n tells him to leave. “Damn it, you're just being stubborn… I'm not leaving!” 

y/n glares at Sebastian, she's tired of trying to be nice. y/ns hand finally reached its destination, a small button that she had installed when she moved into the apartment, a button that calls the jedi…just in case.. “Just leave sebastian.” y/n sighs, hoping he will finally leave. Instead, Sebastian notices the movement of her pressing her emergency button, it only takes him a brief moment to realize what she just did, he grits his teeth knowing his time is now limited before jedi arrive. “Damn it… I'm not leaving! I'm not giving up that easily!” y/n huffs. “I'm sick of this sebastian!” he lets out an annoyed scoff, his temper flaring up again. “Damn it! You're making this so damn difficult! I just want you to see that you're better off with me then that damn jedi! How the fuck can you not see it!” y/n rolls her eyes. “Oh I don't know, maybe it's because you're at my door harassing me!” y/n pushed sebastian out of her doorway, thankful that she has her personal space back. Sebastian stumbles back and crashes against the hallway wall, groaning in pain.

“Your being so stubborn and defiant! I can't believe you're still refusing me!” he growls, standing to walk towards her again. He freezes when the sound of jedi footsteps running towards them fills their ears. Sebastian darts the other way, running as fast as he can down the hall opposite of the jedi. y/n watches windus frame pass by her, wind rushing behind him. “Halt!” he yells as he chases sebastian. Windu catches up quickly, tackling him to the floor before arresting him on the spot. 

As windu pulls Sebastian away, yoda walks up and greets y/n calmly. “Destrest, I sense you are, young one, tell me what happened here?” y/n sighs, feeling a lot safer now that there are jedi here. Finally all of her bottled up emotions burst and she tears up. “I heard a knock on the door and I thought-..I thought it was someone else, so I opened the door without checking, but it was sebastian! And no matter what i said he wouldnt leave until you guys intervened..” master yoda nods at y/ns explanation, understanding the situation. Yoda can seance the toll this has taken on her. “Harass and pester you, he did, hmm?” Yoda's voice is calm and soothing, the concern and worry for y/n clear in his tone.

y/n nods, wiping the tears that fell during her explanation. “Dislike this, you do, fear for your safety, you do.” he says it quietly, his words seeming more to himself then anything. Yoda smiles kindly. “Take care of senator sebastian, we will” yoda reassures, before walking down the hallway windu previously walked down with sebastian. y/n closes the door and rushes to the couch, flopping down on it dramatically. Relief washing over her now that Sebastian is finally gone. y/n feels as though a trillion pounds has been lifted off her shoulders.

The sound of the door opening pulls y/n to sit up, looking at the door with wide eyes, still distressed about what happened with Sebastian, what if he got out of windus grip! What if they just let him go!?. She sighs in relief when she sees anakin standing there. Her quick turning startled Anakin though and he held his hands up in surrender, wondering what happened before he got here. He speaks softly. “Hey, hey….it's just me, it's alright, doll. Relax” y/ns frown stays in place, the nickname sending chills down her spine. “Don't call me that anymore....Sebastian ruined it..” y/n sighs, tears spilling from her eyes again as she stands and rushes into Anakin's arms. He immediately pulls her into his arms, holding her against him tightly when he notices the tears falling down her face in rivers.

“Shhh…shhh, I'm sorry, I won't call you that anymore..it's ok, you're safe..” he whispers reassuringly, his arms holding y/n in a tight, protective embrace. “I love you” y/n mumbles into Anakin's toned chest, glad to finally be back in his arms. Anakin's heart skips a beat, her words warming his heart. “I love you to…more than you can imagine” he whispers softly and lovingly.

y/n gently pulls anakin to the couch, mainly for cuddles but she knows she also has to tell anakin about what happened with sebastian, hopefully not resulting in anakin crashing out and hunting sebastian down. Anakin follows y/n, letting her guide him to the couch, a soft smile playing on his lips as he takes in her fragile frame. Even when crying she's the most beautiful person in the universe, he swears she's a goddess sometimes, sent from the heavens just for him.

Anakin sits on the couch, pulling y/n into his lap softly, wrapping his arms around her gently and pulling her flush to his body. He holds her close, mentally preparing to hear how sebastian ruined one of y/n's favorite nicknames. She sighs, she can see the expectant look in Anakin's eyes, he wants to know all about what happened and while she wanted to tell him she was a little scared of how he might react, he can't go on a manhunt when they aren't even actually supposed to be together.

 “It all started about two months ago, when i was at the club with mavis” y/n starts nervously, anakin listens intently, as he always does when she is talking. His expression is serious and focused, and it makes y/n just a little more nervous. Anakin never liked Sebastian and y/n fears he's going to be angry at her for not doing more to get rid of him. “He was there.. And he just.. Appeared behind me! A-and he grabbed my hips, and just over all made me really uncomfortable” the moment y/n mentioned sebastian grabbing her, anakin's expression darkend, his once calm and beautiful face harding in anger as he listens to y/n's story.

“But then Mavis pushed him off of me and we took off running!” oh how y/n wishes she could go back to when she thought sebastian didn't know where she lives.. Anakin's expression softens a tiny bit, happy that y/n had someone with her like mavis. “Well at least it seems like your friend has your back”  anakin says light heartedly, hoping y/n's little storytime is over and that sebastian didn't do anything else. But of course it will never be that easy for Anakin and y/n continued. “Then today…sebastian knocked on our door, and i thought it was you, i was wondering why you knocked but i was too excited to care so i opened the door and there he stood….sebastian! And he wouldn't leave no matter how hard i tried, he just kept going on and on about how i picked you over him, b-but luckily i don't think he knows about us? Just my feelings for you”

y/n sighs, her throat hurts from her rant and the conversation isn't even over yet.. And this is really stressing her out, she doesn't like that someone might know about how she feels for anakin. Both of them work so hard to keep it all underwraps and the idea of someone knowing and can bring their whole relationship to crumbles..she was scared shit less. Anakin feels a pang of worry, he knows how y/n's brain works and he knows she's probably blaming herself..”

“He knows about your feelings for me? How! Did he tell you?” y/n shrugged before talking, “he said that i talk highly of you and give you secret glances when i think nobody is looking..” y/n explains. It bothers Anakin that someone was paying such close attention, they noticed the small way y/n treats Anakin different from everyone else. He grits his teeth in anger. “He's been watching you that closely? Damn” anakin sighs. “I just hope he doesn't tell anyone, we don't need more people looking into us…” Anakin snarls at the thought, but concern tends to overshadow anger and in this moment it shows through in his eyes, anakin is very worried right now. He takes a deep breath trying to calm the swell of emotions he's feeling. “He better not tell….or I'll just have to take care of him personally..” Anakin threatens.

 y/n rolls her eyes, wondering why she was ever worried about anakin blaming her. “What are you going to do mr big and bad? Kill him? Pretty sure that is against the law, and it would be such a shame to see a face as perfect as yours behind bars.” y/n teases trying to lighten the mood, and it worked. Anakin rolls his eyes but a smile creeps onto his lips anyways. “Hey, I'm not big and bad…just protective.” Anakin chuckles faintly amused by y/ns teasing. “Don't worry I won't actually kill him. But I will find a way to keep his mouth shut! One way or another”

y/n smiles and kisses anakin's neck in appreciation, anakin lets out a small involuntary moan, the action of his lover kissing his neck sending shivers down his spine. Anakin loves the feeling of her lips on his skin, and he can't help but feel grateful at the affectionate gesture. Anakin smiles, as a feeling of warmth and appreciation washes over him. Anakin gently pushes a stray strand of hair away from y/n's face as he speaks in a soft and loving tone. “You know I will do anything to keep you safe..right? Especially from jerks like sebastian” 

y/n smiles, softly kissing anakin. Her lips are stretched into a wide smile, making the kiss feel more like the two are simply smiling against each other and not kissing. As y/n pulls away she whispers softly. “Yeah i know” anakin found y/n's kiss very endearing, despite it being more of a smile then a kiss. Anakin gently cups y/n's face in his large strong hands as he speaks, his voice low and affectionate. “And I promise, I won't let anything happen to you. Ever.” y/n smiles contently, grateful to have Anakin there to protect her now.

“What do you want for dinner?” y/n asks as her stomach growls loudly. Anakin chuckles at the sound, shaking his head amused. “Hungry are we?” Anakin teases before stopping to think about what he might want. “How about we order pizza? I could go for some greasy, cheesy goodness right now” y/n smiles at the easy idea, before nodding in agreement. She stands up and walks over to her comlink that was sitting in the kitchen. Anakin watches her walk to the kitchen with an affectionate smile on his face. 

Anakin finds it endearing how y/n can flip flop between being serious and playful so quickly, he loves how comfortable she is with him, always just being so…well so her. Anakin stands up as well, following y/n into the kitchen and leaning against the island next to her as he waits for her to finish ordering their food. “Hi! Can I get one medium cheese pizza and one large meat lovers” y/n orders. “Yes thank you!” she said cheerfully when the worker on the other line confirmed the order. 

y/n puts the now hung up comlink down and walks over to their wine fridge, grabbing a nice bottle to celebrate Anakin's return home. She also grabs the wine bottle Sebastian gave her, still half full and dumps it down the sink on her way back to anakin. He raises a brow at her, a faint sense of possessiveness and satisfaction washes over him as he watches y/n pour it all out. “You're throwing out his wine?” y/n shrugs. “Free wine is not worth thinking about that asshole, plus we have plenty of our own!” y/n holds up the bottle she got from the fridge, it being more expensive than anything sebastian could ever get her. She had gotten the bottle just for this very moment, its like a silent fuck you to sebastian for thinking she needs his money.

Anakin chuckles faintly as he watches y/n hold up the wine, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Anakin loves watching y/n stand up for herself and reject sebastian's attempt to win her over with materialistic things, he thinks it's hot. He leans back farther on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he speaks. “That's my girl~ who needs his cheap wine when you have more money than him” Anakin chuckles.

y/n giggles, walking over to where he's standing and leaning on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. Anakin leans down to meet her lips passionately, his arms wrapping around her waist to keep her close. He kisses her softly, his lips lingering against y/ns for a moment before pulling away slightly, looking deep into her eyes as he grins. “You're too damn cute.. You know that?” Anakin mumbles sweetly. y/n shrugs her shoulders, a small smile forming on her lips at his sweetness. 

y/n pulls away from anakin's grasp, walking to their cupboard and getting two wine glasses, she walks back over and pours the glasses full. The whole time Anakin's gaze never left y/n's body, he loves these peaceful moments where they could escape the outside universe and just be together. Once y/n finished pouring their drinks, Anakin takes one of the two cups and holds it up to make a toast. “To us…and to being together again after far too long~” y/n smiles, lightly tapping her glass against his before they both take a much needed drink. “Mmm~ this is good stuff, definitely better than anything Sebastian could afford.” Anakin can't help the jab at Sebastian that falls from his lips.

y/n giggles, happily leaning into her boyfriend's side. Anakin chuckles lightly when y/n leans into him, his arms instantly wrapping around her shoulders, pulling her closer to his body. Anakin adores when y/n is this close to him, wrapped around him where he can see,smell and feel her, sometimes their relationship feels like a dream and he's scared one day he will wake up in his jedi dorm without her, she's just too perfect to really exist to him. “You're awfully clingy today, huh?” Anakin smiles, admiring her face as she gals up at him. He'll never admit it to her but he loves it when she gets clingy. 

“I just..i just missed you so much” y/n mumbles, happy to finally be with the man she loves with all her heart. Anakin's heart swells with affection, he could feel the emotions behind y/ns words, the genuine pain she felt whenever they were apart. “I missed you too, more than you know, it was torcher being away from you for so long” Anakin says, kissing the top of y/ns head, before tilting y/ns head up to connect their lips together once more. Anakin moans softly into the kiss, he was about to deepen the kiss, but a knock on the door interrupted their moment.

Anakin reluctantly pulls away from the kiss, his arms still wrapped around y/ns waist. “Hold that kiss, that'll be the pizza” y/n eyes the door cautiously, her joke not quite reaching her face as she thought about the last time she opened that door. She knows that she has to, no one can see Anakin here so late at night, but she's hesitant, what if it is Sebastian again.. Anakin notices the look on y/n's face, and he knows why she's so hesitant, he wishes he could help more than encouraging words. Anakin squeezes her waist reassuringly before speaking in a gentle tone. “Hey, don't worry. It's just the pizza guy. Nothing to be scared of” y/n nods at anakin's words, slowly walking over to the door, repeating anakin's words over in her head.

She waits until Anakin is fully out of view from the door, before opening it slowly,. y/n is relieved to see the pizza guy waiting on the other side. She lets out a small breath of relief she didn't even realize she was holding in, before paying for the pizza and closing the door gently, signaling Anakin to come out of his hiding place. Anakin also lets out a breath of relief before emerging back into the kitchen. “You see, nothing to worry about! Just pizza”

y/n smiles at him, pulling out a slice of her cheese pizza, before jumping onto the island next to the wine and pizza boxes. Anakin chuckles at her habit of perching herself on counters. He grabbed himself his own slice of meat lovers pizza, leaning on the counter as he took a bite. “You know one day you're going to fall off that counter” Anakin chuckles, his mouth still full of food. “Not if you're here to catch me~” y/n smiles, booping his nose gently.

Anakin laughs, a fond smile forming on his lips. “Oh really so i'm just your personal walking talking cushion now? Hmm~" Anakin raises his eyebrow playfully, while moving to stand in between y/ns thighs. “You have always been my cushion silly” y/n jokes with a wide smile. y/n's response only fueled Anakin's amusement. Anakin presses their bodies together as he looks at her with a smirk. “Always huh? You know i seem to recall you complaining about this cushion being too heavy and crushing you on more than one occasion” anakin smirks, challengingly. “Yeah well cushions are supposed to go under you, not on on top” 

Anakin can't help the laugh that falls from his lips, finding her logic amusing. He smirks, hands finding their way to y/ns thighs. “So I really am just your walking talking cushion then? Seems like a lot of responsibility for me to handle” anakin smirks, enjoying his and y/n's banter thoroughly. “If you can be the chosen one you can be my personal cushion no problem!” Anakin chuckles at y/ns comparison, amused by her attempt to equivalate his role as the chosen one to being her personnel cushion. “So my destiny as the chosen one and being your cushion are on the same level of difficulty now, is it” anakin asks cheekily.

y/n simply winks at him, giggling softly to herself. Anakin faines annoyance at her response, rolling his eyes playfully, smiling softly as he hears her giggle, like music to his ears. Anakin steps closer, as close as he could get, his voice low and sultry. “You're a cheeky woman, you know that?” y/n smiles. “oh - i know, im hoping a big, strong, handsome jedi comes and punishes me~” y/n whispers seductively.

Anakin chuckles at y/n's comment, his hands trailing up her thighs slowly before circling around her waist, a devilish smirk spread across his face as he speaks in a husky more dominant voice. “Is that so? You begging to be punished, huh?" Anakin's smirk only grows as y/n bites her lips and whines. “Yes~”  his hands moved, gripping her waist firmly. He leans in, lips mere inches from y/ns ear, his breath fanning over her neck, hot as he speaks in a low authoritative tone. “Then I think I need to remind you who's in charge here…don't i?” y/n hums, her hand finding its way to his clothed cock. Anakin lets out a low growl, the action sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. 

Anakin's eyes darken, filled with lust and desire, his hands tightening their grip on y/ns hips. “Watch it sweetheart, you're playing with fire~” he purrs, trying to keep up his authoritativeness. “What if I like playing with fire~” y/n asks, hands sliding under the waistband of his jeans and boxers, slowly grabbing and stroking Anakin's throbbing cock. Anakin's body tenses at the feeling of her hand on his cock, groaning as she starts to slowly stroke it.

Anakin groans, trying to keep his composure. “You should know not to tease a jedi like that…” y/n smirks, speeding her pace slightly. “Then how bout we take this to the bedroom so that this jedi can show me why i shouldnt tease a jedi~” Anakin's eyes darken further, his voice somehow dipping even lower. “You're asking for it, aren't you? I warned you.."Anakin scoops y/n into his arms suddenly, picking her up effortlessly, his strong arms carrying y/n to the bedroom.

y/n grinds down on anakin's warm bulge, her pussy clenching around nothing at the mere thought of him. “Ani~ hurry” she moans. Anakin picks up his pace, kicking the door to their shared bedroom open with his foot and rushing to the side of the bed. He throws her down, her body bouncing on their soft mattress. “You asked for this” Anakin reminds her, as he slowly peels the dress from her body, eyeing the nice set of red lingerie hugging her curves deliciously. “Damn” Anakin whispers to himself, pulling his Jedi robes off quicker than y/n has ever seen. He was now left in only boxers, his bulge noticeable and twitching under the fabric, pre cum leaving a wet stain for y/n to admire.

Anakin climbs on top of y/n, smirking down at her as he does. “Hope you're ready for me~” Anakin roughly pulls her underwear down, the small sound of what hopefully wasn't the underwear ripping filling the room. Anakin sits back on his knees, throwing the panties over his shoulder as he looks down and admires the shine of y/n's pussy. “Look at you! I haven't even touched you yet here you are, so wet you're shining~"Anakin purrs, bringing one of his fingers to y/n's clit, rubbing small circles around it while he watches y/n's reactions. “A-ah!” her moans are music to his ears. “Yes- let out all of those beautiful noises~”  he moans, bringing his lips to y/n's neck, biting down hard enough to sting a little.

y/n moves her hand to Anakin's boxers, pulling them down quickly and letting his leaky cock spring free. “Getting impatient are we~” Anakin chuckles, gliding his weepy tip through her folds. “Y-yes! Please ani” y/n whines impatiently. Anakin pretends to think for a second, before pulling his cock away and lining up a single finger with her wet hole. His finger pushes in with ease thanks to y/ns wetness. “Look at that..no resistance~” he chuckles before pulling his finger all the way out, roughly thrusting two into y/ns cunt.

y/n moans, gripping onto anakin's shoulders, nails digging in and leaving behind dark red marks behind. Anakin smirks, bringing his lips to hers, continuing to thrust his fingers at a fast pace. He uses the thumb to start rubbing fact circles on her clit again. “Yeah…just like that~ let go for me angle” y/ns seeing stars, her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled back. “A-ani-” he chuckles cockly, loving how fast he can bring y/n to an orgasm. “I know~” he whispers in her ear. “Let go~” she cums on his fingers, toes curling in pleasure as she lets out a loud moan, her back arches off the bed and her fingers dig further into Anakin's skin.

Anakin smirks as he lets y/n come down from her first orgasm of the night. Once her breathing settles a little, Anakin wastes no time in positioning his cock at her sopping entrance. “You ready~?”  Anakin doesn't actually give y/n the chance to answer, thrusting his full seven inches into her needy cunt. “Ah” Anakin groans, nuzzling into the crook of y/n's neck. “You feel so good” hw moans, starting to slowly move his hips against hers, speeding up quickly. He sets a fast pace, thrusting his hips in and out of her at ungodly speeds. y/n can only lay there, her mouth agape while moans leave her lips every few seconds. “A-ani~” y/n moans loudly and surly if she had next door neighbors they would be getting a complaint. Anakin smirks, sucking a secret hickey behind her ear. 

Anakin moves his pointer finger along y/n's clit, thrusts speeding up as he feels himself and y/n near their peeks. “Cum~ cum on my cock..scream my name!” he groans in her ear. “A-ANI!” y/n cums again, a flash of white taking over her eyesight as her whole body tingles in pleasure. She clenches down on Ankins cock as he sloppily continues to thrust his hips, chasing his own high. He cums deep in her, painting her walls a sticky white.

Anakin slowly pulls out, flopping down next to y/n on the bed, pulling her in for a tight embrace. “I love you” he sighs happily, glad to finally be home with his lover. “I love you to ani” y/n mumbles, still basking in the afterglow of sex.

[eyes-like-a-pisces]

Tagged by @nachtwandeling. Thank you lovely angel princess 💓

1. Are you named after anyone? No

2. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday. I have my diploma defense next week and feel a lot of stress and pressure. There's still a lot to do I'm also very tired.

3. Do you have kids? no

4. What sports do you play/have you played? Nothing specific

5. Do you use sarcasm? I guess. But not in a mean way, just to make a joke.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about someone? Not sure. Their attitude is a good answer. If they seem cool and kind 🤷🏼‍♀️ Their style also.

7. Eye color? grayish green

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, but not sugary sweet. I guess I look for positive emotions from the media I consume after all, but we also need some dark side to make It more complex and realistic.

9. Any talents? Drawing

10. Where were you born? Poland

11. Hobbies? Lazy daydreaming things for sure haha. Walking in circles, making moodboards, laying on the floor, consume media that gives me any sense of comfort... I like fashion and photography. Visual arts in general that I have a love/hate relationship with. I'm into traditional graphic techniques right now. I play guitar and drums a little bit.

12. Any pets? My black cat Lucek 🐈‍⬛

13. Height? 157cm

14. Favorite school subject? English

15. Dream job? Currently I'd like to have my own business/project where I could help people find their personal style and feel better in their bodies. That would include color analysis, moodboards, styling, maybe an artistic photoshoot... To combine my interests, art therapy education and helping people feel better about themselves 🥹 Idk if someone would be interested tho.

If I would create some art, I'd like to have an exhibition once in a while and sell some pieces for lots of money.

From time to time playing in a band with some friends and performing in a local pub.

Working in a dreamy vintage shop with the coolest girls in town?

Maybe I could also help people in organization of work and travel trips 💜 A chill job with cool coworkers and latte breaks.

I tag: @fieldsarebreathing @dreamyvixen @winterdryad @capricornsister @roseverie @rosehaunt @seconddoubt @glassangels

[lothcat-lothcat-lothwolf-run]

god I love Dave filoni

so I know I’m super late to the party and whatever but I started watching clone war about a week ago. Watched about 12 episodes total from the 5th and 6th seasons. Yesterday, I had a bunch of time off and thought I’d treat myself to watching the whole 7th season. again, I only knew these characters from YouTube compilations and the prior media I consumed. the first time I cried was when echo and Rex were reunited. I haven’t seen the citadel arc, but I could feel the love and loss radiating off the screen. Later, Rex knowing that echo should join the bad batch and letting him go just broke me. They were together for only a few days, just to be separated again, but this time willingly. That they both had changed and couldn’t resume life as it was. in the finale, I knew what was coming. We all did, having seen this inevitable tragedy forming from the beginning. We grow close to these characters, only to have them ripped from hand in a plot we knew was coming. We love, even though eventually we recognize that it will end. We choose to see it through. they didn’t. the way Rex was shaking as he tried to fight order 66 just broke me. This was his friend, his best friend. In the back of his mind, he knew. The nightmares, fives’ discovery, it was all there. He knew, and just like us, he couldn’t stop what was inevitable. The whole last episode left me empty. I can’t think about it without feeling hollow inside. I mourn for Jessie and Kix and the whole 501st. I mourn for depa bilipa and Caleb dume. I mourn for the loss of freedom, the loss of brothers.

I mourn for Ahsoka. She doesn’t know yet what is to come. She doesn’t know that her journey only ever gets harder. She doesn’t know the fate of her friends. She doesn’t know what happened to anikin or obi-wan, her brothers and family. She can only assume the worst, which isn’t even as close to heartbreaking as the reality is. Her life was spent being a child soldier or a Jedi . What is she now, without anything that she knew before?

I’m starting the bad batch. I know I’m late, but I’m really trying to catch up. Once I finish that and I finally get my dad to finish rebels, we’re gonna watch ahsoka together. I’ve seen pictures of the live action flashbacks to the clone wars and I can’t wait.

I can’t wait for it to break me all over again.