#will there ever be happiness for me anymore..

[delilahsturniolo]

— ୨୧ like i do . . . c.s

in which . . . you come to realize that chris is slowly falling out of love with you. he doesn’t love you the way you love him.

warnings . . . unresolved angst, no use of y/n, use of pet names, toxic relationship, hinting at cheating but not actually said, sorta suggestive ?

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

SO CLOSE TO WHAT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #10

you sit on the edge of the bed, fingers gripping the sheets, heart pounding in your chest. the room feels colder than usual, or maybe it’s just the space between you and him that’s making you shiver.

he’s late. again.

you told yourself you wouldn’t wait up, but here you are, watching the door, waiting for chris to come home like you always do. when it finally swings open, he walks in, looking too good for someone who’s been ignoring you all night. messy hair, lips slightly parted, the scent of his cologne mixing with something else—something unfamiliar.

your stomach twists.

“where were you?” your voice is soft, but there’s a sharpness laced to it. chris exhales, running a hand through his hair. “just out.”

just out.

you stand, crossing the room until you’re inches from chris. his body is warm, so close you could reach out and grab the collar of his jacket, pull him into you, make him forget whatever has been pulling him away. but you don’t.

“you don’t kiss me the same,” you whisper, watching his jaw clench. “you don’t touch me the same.” his hands flex at his sides, like he wants to touch you now. “that’s not true.” his voice is low, rough. your breath catches. “prove it.”

chris’s eyes darken, fingers twitching, but he hesitates. and that hesitation? it says everything. you shake your head, stepping back. “that’s what i thought.” his fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling you back against him, his breath hot against your cheek. “baby, don’t do this.”

your body reacts before your mind can catch up, pressing into him, feeling the way his chest rises and falls. it would be so easy to let this moment swallow you whole, to let him press you against the wall, to let him remind you how good it feels when you’re tangled up in him.

but that’s the problem, isn’t it?

it’s always just this. heat, tension, bodies moving in sync—but what about everything else? what about the way he used to look at you like you were his entire world? what about the way he used to touch you just to touch you, not just when he wanted something more?

you tilt your chin up, lips barely brushing his. “you don’t love me like i do.” he stiffens, fingers loosening. “i’ve given you everything,” you whisper. “my body, my heart, my love. but you? you’re not all here anymore.” his breath is shaky, and for a moment, you think he might say something—might fight for you.

but he doesn’t.

and that silence? it’s louder than any confession could ever be. so you step away, and this time, he doesn’t even bother stop you.

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[jxmis]

Lose You To Love Me

Pairings: Yu Jimin / Karina x Reader

Summary: Everything changed between Y/N and Jimin after Milan Fashion Week. Months later, Y/N, now in New York, releases their first song, an emotional track that reveals their heartbreak, making Jimin realize her mistake too late.

Warning(s): heavy angst, toxic behavior, male being is mentioned

A/N: sorry in advance 😭 I also still suck at summarizing 😅 header photo is not my best work… did it during work cuz i was bored 😆 and look at me not disappearing again after i post a fic 🤭

Inspired by Lose You To Love Me by Selena Gomez ❤️‍🩹

The night air in New York carried a sharp chill, but Y/N barely noticed. Their fingers hovered over the play button on their phone, hesitating. The song was finished. Every lyric bled from the pain Jimin had left behind.

The world had already moved on.

Aespa’s Karina and Actor Lee Jae-Wook reportedly engaged?

The headline was everywhere. But Y/N wasn’t sure if they’d ever move on.

Not when they could still remember how it all fell apart.

5 MONTHS AGO

“This is a big opportunity, baby.” Jimin’s voice crackled through the speaker, excitement laced in every word. “Milan Fashion Week. I’ll be sitting front row next to designers, actors—people who could open doors for me.”

Y/N smiled, despite the uneasy feeling curling in their gut. “I’m happy for you, babe. I just…” They hesitated. “I wish I could come with you.”

“I wish you could too.” A beat of silence. “We’ll celebrate when I’m back, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jimin left the next morning.

And when she returned, something between them had changed.

At first, it was subtle. The late-night texts that used to be filled with love were now short and mechanical. The phone calls grew shorter, her voice distant.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” Y/N said one evening as they sat across from each other in Jimin’s room.

Jimin barely looked up from her phone. “Just busy.”

“It’s not just that.” Y/N swallowed hard. “Did something happen in Milan?”

Jimin tensed, but her answer was smooth. “Nothing happened. You’re overthinking.”

But Y/N could see the cracks forming. The way Jimin’s mind was elsewhere. How she flinched when Y/N reached for her hand.

➽───────

A few days later, the final blow came.

“I don’t think this is working anymore.” Jimin’s voice was quiet, but her words rang louder than anything Y/N had ever heard.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

Jimin exhaled, rubbing her temples. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I just… I don’t feel the same way anymore.”

“Since when?” Y/N’s voice cracked. “Since Milan?”

Jimin hesitated. That was all the confirmation Y/N needed.

“I thought we were okay,” Y/N whispered. “I thought we were forever.”

Jimin looked away. “I’m sorry.”

And just like that, everything they had built crumbled.

It only took a few days. A blurry photo surfaced—Jimin and Jaewook leaving a restaurant together, his hand resting on her lower back.

Y/N stared at the screen, numb. The articles speculated, fans theorized, but nothing was confirmed.

Not yet.

But two months later, Dispatch made sure the whole world knew. Sharing evidence that couldn’t be mistaken as another one of Dispatch’s fake news. It’s too real to deny.

Aespa’s Karina and Actor Lee Jae-Wook: Korea’s New Power Couple

Y/N felt sick. Seeing all the pictures with dates and timestamps. Anonymous workers giving details of what was supposed to be private date nights between Jimin and Jaewook. All of it were exposed.

Jimin had replaced them. After two months. And this time, there was no coming back.

➽───────

Aeri knocked on Y/N’s apartment door the day after the Dispatch article dropped.

“Checking to see if I’m still breathing?” Y/N joked, stepping aside to let Aeri in.

Aeri sighed, sitting on the couch. “Something like that.”

“Thanks Gi.. I’m good don’t worry.” But Aeri doesn’t buy it. Skipping the common “Are you okay?” or “How are you?” questions with these type of situations. Why would she ask questions she already knew the answer to. Knowing your answers would also be bullshit anyways.

Aeri hesitated before asking, “So… what now? What’s next for you?”

Y/N leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “A label in New York reached out. They want me as a producer.”

Aeri’s eyes widened. “Holy shit! Wait, that means you’re moving?” With this, Aeri looked around Y/N’s apartment. Finally noticing how empty it looks. Boxes filled with Y/N’s belongings in the corner of the living room.

You chuckle but your eyes filled with sadness. “Yeah.. they’ve actually been offering me this opportunity for a while now. I just always declined it because…”

“Of Jimin,” Aeri says finishing Y/N’s sentence.

Y/N nodded. “Yeah. There’s nothing left for me in Korea. Nothing keeping me here.” They exhaled, the weight of their words settling in. “I think it’s time to start over—to finally put myself first. I really thought… we could fix this. That she just needed time and space. But I guess I was wrong. I should’ve known better instead of waiting around like an idiot.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Aeri cut in. “No one saw this coming. Not even me or the girls. I love Jimin but.. she’s the idiot for not realizing what a huge mistake she’s making by letting you go.”

Y/N let out a bittersweet chuckle, shaking your head in response. You appreciate Aeri’s attempts to cheer you up, even if the pain still lingers.

Aeri studies them for a long moment before nodding. “Then go kill it over there. Make her regret everything.”

Y/N wiped away the tears that had slipped down their cheeks, then mustered up a smirk. “Oh, don’t worry—I will.”

➽───────

PRESENT DAY

Aeri, Ningning, and Minjeong sat silently in the studio as Y/N’s voice poured through the speakers.

I gave my all and they all know it

Then you tore me down and now it’s showing…

Jimin’s betrayal was woven into every note. Y/N had turned their pain into something tangible, something undeniable.

When the song was released, the world listened.

And so did Jimin.

Jimin wasn’t sure what she had expected when she pressed play. But the moment she heard Y/N’s voice, she felt her heart crack.

You promised the world and I fell for it.

I put you first and you adored it.

The lyrics were a knife to the gut.

She had promised Y/N forever. And then she had thrown it all away.

Tears blurred her vision. She had told herself that her feelings for Jaewook were real. That she had made the right choice.

But why did she feel so empty?

I needed to lose you to find me…

The chorus crashed over her like a wave, every lyric cutting deeper than the last.

Y/N had written about them. About her.

Jimin squeezed her eyes shut, but the tears came anyway. The memories hit her like a storm—Y/N’s laughter echoing in their apartment, the way they’d dance in the kitchen at midnight, the way Y/N would whisper Jimin like it was the only name that mattered.

And then, the fights. The distance. The heartbreak.

Jimin sucked in a shaky breath.

She had let Y/N go.

And now, they had let her go too. This was Y/N’s closure. But Jimin couldn’t help but try and fix things.

➽───────

Meanwhile, you’re in your studio in NYC when your phone buzzes. You smile seeing it’s from Aeri.

[GA AERI 🤡]: The song—damn, Y/N. It was raw. More importantly… the biggest plot twist of the century! I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this voice of yours all these years?! Who knew the Y/N Y/L/N could sing?!?!

Y/N laughs, feeling a mix of pride and amusement.

[Y/N/N]: Thank you, thank you… means a lot coming from Aespa’s Giselle 😆!! I guess I just needed the right motivation to finally show this side of me. But now I get why you get so emotional, that look on your face like you’re on cloud nine whenever you talk about writing your own music.

[GA AERI 🤡]: So what I’m hearing is that I inspired you to make your own music? 😏 You’re so welcome! 😉 I expect to be credited!!!

You roll your eyes, but can’t contain the small chuckle that escapes your lips.

[Y/N/N]: Shut up 😒 It feels nice, actually singing the music rather than just being behind the scenes, you know what I mean? There’s something freeing about it. It’s like finally owning my story, not just creating it for someone else.

[GA AERI 🤡]: In all seriousness… Ning, Mindoongie and I are so proud and happy for you. 🥹 Is it too soon to ask for a visit from the Y/N Y/L/N? We miss you…

[Y/N/N]: I miss you guys too. I’ll see.

[Y/N/N]: No promises tho.

[GA AERI 🤡]: I see, too big for us now huh big shots 🙄

You laugh, shaking your head at Aeri’s antics. You can’t help but miss the japanese girl and the other two clowns.

➽───────

Weeks passed after the song dropped, and Jimin finally found the courage to call.

Y/N didn’t pick up.

Not a second later, her phone buzzed—a message from Y/N.

She opened it, heart pounding.

[Y/N/N ❤️]: Goodbye, Karina.

That was it. Short and simple. Y/N’s message loud and clear. No baby. No babe. No love. Not even Jimin.

Never again.

Seeing Karina sent a chill down her spine. Y/N had never, ever called her Karina before. It felt strange, like the distance between them had solidified in that one word, a reminder of everything that had changed. Yet Jimin knows she deserves it.

And now, far too late, she had realized she lost the one person who had truly loved her.

Y/N looked out at the New York skyline, breathing in the fresh air of a new beginning. For the first time in a long while, they felt at peace—no longer defined by Yu Jimin or their past. It was their own story now.

This was only the start.

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝ ⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝ ⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──

The end.

[loveunt0ld]

juno - hwang hyunjin

he’s always been your best friend, ever since middle school. but somewhere along the way, that all changed and then you found yourself seeing him from a different perspective. noticing the way your heart danced extra when he was around. little do you know, hyunjin’s been in the same boat for a while now too. is a silly game of truth or dare enough to change that?

a/n: this is my first time writing something like this but i really wanted to for hyun’s bday! this is sort of lightly inspired by sabrina carpenter’s juno. happy birthday my forever love ♡

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hwang hyunjin. that was the name of your best friend, who you’ve been in love with for the past couple of years now. you remember meeting him all those years back. he warmed up to you rather quickly. he was a ray of sun on the most gloomiest of your days. he was light personified. even though he tells you he’s the lucky one, he doesn’t realize the ways in which he’s changed your life. your happiest moments were all thanks to him. what a privilege it is to grow up with the warmest soul on planet earth you thought.

you two were now in your last year of college, and you still hadn’t confessed the way you felt about him. it’s been years of lingering touches, longing looks and nothing from either of you. despite how close you were to hyunjin, you could never tell what he truly thought of you. to the average person, you two looked like you were dating, so clearly in love. but between you two? you were both too scared to cross that line.

you were pulled out of your thoughts by a tap on your shoulder. you turned around to see him. hyunjin. you felt your heart leap out of your chest, but you smiled upon seeing him.

“y/n? are you okay?” hyunjin asked, concerned something was bothering you. you shook your head, scared that your voice would shake and betray you. you grounded yourself before answering.

“yes hyune. i’m ok, i promise.” too close you thought. hyunjin gave you a look before accepting your answer, not wanting to pry anymore. you’ll talk to him when you’re ready he thought. he has no idea you close you are to just saying to hell with it, especially when he looks at you like you personally put the stars in the sky.

“if you say so. i just wanted to ask if we were still on for our little get together later?” he asks. he was celebrating his birthday with a small party. you had been anxiously waiting. you had spent an insane amount of time trying to get him a gift, but nothing ever felt just right.

“of course hyun! how could i forget?” you smiled, feeling your heartbeat in your ears. you prayed he couldn’t hear it. he gave you prettiest smile ever, with his crescent moon eyes on full display. he’s the prettiest when he’s happy you thought.

“i knew you wouldn’t. just wanted to remind my favorite girl is all. i don’t think i’d have a good time if you weren’t there.” he playfully says, all while playing with your hand. this can’t be casual anymore. he’s starting a whole war in your heart and he’s not even aware of it. you’re reminded that this whole party wasn’t even his idea to begin with, but rather your friend groups idea. you hoped he’d at least have fun.

“i obviously need to be there. who else is gonna bug you if not me?” you joked. he laughed, knowing he’d feel some sort of calmness with you there. it’s just so easy to do things with him by your side. he thought so too. you stared at him, hearts in your eyes. he looked down at his watch, immediately standing up.

“i didn’t realize i’m gonna be late for my next class. ill see you later, ok love?” he said while hugging you, not forgetting to land a kiss on your head. this is totally not what bestfriends do. you waved him goodbye, already nervous for the next time you’d see him.

—

later arrives and you’re standing outside of hyunjin’s apartment. you can feel the music coming from inside and you already know what to expect when you walk in there. leave it to jisung and felix for being in charge of attendance. your nerves settled as quickly as they rose. you texted hyunjin, telling him you arrived. seconds later he opened the door, looking at you and just taking in your appearance.

“hi pretty. im glad you made it. just be warned it’s a little crazy in there.” he stated, as if you couldn’t see past his shoulder where the madness ensued. you laughed anyways, happy he warned you regardless. he took your hand before he shut the door and led you to where his friends were. all of them immediately turning their heads towards your arriving figures and smiling, like they all knew something you didn’t.

“i see he’s already protecting you from this madhouse.” seungmin says, practically yelling over the music. you both chuckled, but too nervous to say the wrong thing.

“now that y/n is here, we should play a game! anyone up for truth or dare?” jeongin proposed while the others wore knowing smirks, clearly aware of his intentions. they all agreed to it, including hyunjin. you felt your heart drop, scared of what would happen.

—

you’re all sat in a big circle. it’s childish that this is the game they chose to play, right? but in the same nature, it felt fitting given the scenario. hyunjin sat by your side, listening to the outrageous things that were coming out of your friends mouths. each truth or dare becoming more outrageous than the last. your stomach hurt from constantly laughing, it was almost enough to make you forget that you and hyunjin were also playing.

“your turn hyunjin!” minho yells, snapping you out of your thoughts. you tensed a little bit. you had no idea what they had planned for him but you don’t know if you liked it one bit. hyunjin, on the other hand, looked calm. he didn’t indulge in his choice too much.

“dare.” hyunjin states. now you were sure everything you tried so hard to hide from him would be undone in a matter of minutes. maybe you needed this push, before it was too late. either way, that didn’t help to settle the storm brewing in you right now. you looked around, hoping the dare wouldn’t involved you. but they all knew your feelings for him.

it’s minho who also announces the dare. “i dare you to tell your crush how you feel. at this exact moment. doesn’t have to be in front of us, but you should tell her.” he reveals and you feel like you can’t breathe for just a second. that is until hyunjin is taking your hand and taking you upstairs to his room, that’s when you snap out of it.

the guys watch as hyunjin drags you away. they look at each other, knowing it’s long overdue. changbin starts talking, “do you think he’ll be mad at us?” clearly worried about what hyunjin would do. chan can only laugh beside him.

“he wouldn’t be. not when she feels the exact same way about him.” chan assures them, and that’s enough for all of them to smile at each other, happy that hyunjin would finally have the girl of his dreams.

—

up in hyunjin’s room, neither of you could look at each other. you hovered near his bed, while he stood at the door, making sure to lock it. the tension in the room thick enough to be cut through with a knife. you hear him shuffling around but you’re too scared to look up at him. you see his shoes come into view, knowing he’s standing right in front of you.

“y/n… i knew they would do that. but the truth is, i planned to tell you on my own terms. they’re not wrong. it’s just that, somewhere along the way, my like become love. im in love with you. you’re the only one for me y/n.” hyunjin states while looking down at you. “will you look at me y/n? i want to see you.” that’s enough to have you slowly look up at him.

“hyunjin, i have something to tell you too.” you confess, deciding to lay it all on the table before you changed your mind and ran away from it again. he waits for it, knowing the world you two so perfectly built together is about to change.

“i want you to know that im so in love with you. i have been for a while. and i need you to know that i want you to keep falling in love with me for as long as we let each other.” you whisper, too scared of how he’ll react. the room was charged with the desire you two had for each other. he stared into your eyes as he grabbed your hands, silently asking for your permission while he got impossibly closer. you nodded, more than willing to let him in.

hyunjin kissed you with the hunger of a starved man. you wrapped your arms around his neck while he held tightly onto your waist. he deepened the kiss while he brought you as close as your bodies would allow. he walked you two back to his bed and eventually your knees hit the edge causing you to fall backwards. the kiss broke, while you two pulled away to giggle and he made sure not to put all his weight on you.

“i don’t think you realize how long ive wanted to do that for, baby.” he softly spoke, while brushing a strand of hair out of your face. you smiled up at him, not believing anything that just happened. you two sat up while he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. he lazily drew circles with his thumbs while he held onto your waist.

“the amount of times i almost threw all caution out of the window when we were alone. I’m glad i didn’t but, i also wished id done it sooner.” you reveal while caressing his cheeks, leaning in to plant a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. hyunjin looked up at you, eyes so full of love.

“keep on loving me y/n. i won’t break your heart ever. and if i do? please tell me im the dumbest man on earth. don’t ever let me do such a thing.” he pleaded softly. you nodded, knowing he was being true to his word. you leaned your forehead against his. hyunjin would make sure to make you the happiest girl ever.

“you know, i originally had another gift for you. but i don’t think anything can beat this. happy birthday my lover.” you state, while leaning in for another kiss. he kisses you softly this time. trying to savor the moment, while basking in the warmth that is you.

“i have an idea or two.” hyunjin suggests while smirking. you laugh, having no choice but to give in. he’s the birthday boy after all, and the love of your entire life. the man of your dreams. after years of pining, he’s finally yours and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[brklynbxby]

Nate squeezed her hand gently, his thumb brushing against her skin as he took in every word, every emotion reflected in her eyes. He stopped just before they reached the car, turning to her with that signature grin of his, the one meant just for her. "Seeing you this happy, hearing you say that... that’s all I ever want. To make you feel loved, safe, and like you don’t have to carry everything on your own anymore." His free hand came up to cup her jaw, his thumb tracing slow, reverent circles against her cheek. "And don’t thank me, sweetheart. This—us—it’s exactly where I want to be. There’s nowhere else, no one else, just you. Always you."

The night air was cool against his skin, but standing there, wrapped up in her warmth, in the gravity of this moment, he barely noticed. He leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead, as if sealing a promise between them. "Now," he said, pulling back just enough to smirk, "let’s get back to your car."

As they rolled into the nearly deserted studio car park, Harmony’s car stood alone under the dim glow of the overhead lights. Nate pulled up beside it, instinctively positioning closer so she wouldn’t have to walk far. But as they approached, the reality of what had transpired became disturbingly clear. Scrawled across the windows in bold, smeared lipstick were venomous messages—“Ask him about me,” “CHEATER,”“Nate deserves better,” and “Homewrecker.” The crude handwriting and the deliberate force behind each stroke only added to the hostility dripping from the vandalism. A pungent, putrid stench hung thick in the air, seeping from the car’s interior like a warning. Nate’s jaw tensed, a slow burn of fury igniting in his chest as he swung the door open and stepped out, his gaze sweeping over the damage with barely contained rage. "What a fucking psychopath," he seethed through clenched teeth, his fingers curling into fists at his sides as he took in the full extent of the violation.

Her eyes softened when they sat back down, the weight of his words settling deep within her. I love you. Such simple words, yet they held a universe of meaning. In that moment, she realized he was everything—her whole world, the foundation of her heart. It wasn't just him anymore, it was them, and the life growing inside her. With a deep, steady breath, she knew he was right. Whatever the future held, they would face it together, stronger than anything life could throw their way.

They lingered at the table, lost in the rhythm of their conversation. Laughter and soft words filled the space between them as they ate, sipping their mocktails, savoring every second of their first date in months. Time slipped by unnoticed, the evening unfolding in perfect harmony. It was everything she'd missed, everything she’d needed, and she didn’t want it to end. But as the hours passed and the restaurant began to empty, the reality of the late hour settled in.

They paid the bill, stepping out into the cool night, their hands intertwined. The weight of the world felt light when they were together. Walking toward his sleek car, she couldn't help but smile, her heart full. “Thank you, baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I literally had the best day ever after such a long time. I’m so happy… you make me so happy.” Her eyes, full of love and warmth, met his, and for a moment, the world around them disappeared. All that mattered was him—her heart, her future, and the life they were building together.

[yeagersackerman]

fury | e.yeager

eren yeager x fem!reader

!!: SMUT, vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), pet names like (bitch, whore, slut, princess, baby), degradation, humiliation, orgasm denial, slight reader x jean kirstein, eren’s so fucking mean (sorry not sorry), making each other jealous, rough sex, dirty talk, jealous eren RAAAAWR.

Eren didn’t even need to say anything and yet you knew he was fucking pissed.

You almost stopped what you were doing due to his intense stare from half-way across the busy room—but, you held out. Knowing this whole debacle had a high risk, yet high reward. If it worked in your favour, that is.

You were currently situated in the sweaty, loud house party your friend had thrown—tipsy as fuck and feeling disgustingly cheeky. Your cheeks were flushed red as you pushed your bottom half back against the male behind you. You knew your boyfriend was watching you mindlessly dance with your ex-boyfriend, Jean Kirstein, who you knew Eren despised.

You were only grinding against the tall, mullet-headed male to piss your boyfriend off for starting a meaningless fight in the car before the party. You were petty, Eren knew this, but he never knew you’d take it this far.

Jean’s hands rest against your liquid hips as you swayed deliciously to the beat, your body on fire as Eren bore holes into Jean’s hands against your soft skin.

“Someone doesn’t look to happy you’re with me, huh?”

Jean’s voice snapped your attention away from Eren’s dark, hooded eyes to his familiar voice. You knew exactly what he meant as you swallowed thickly.

“He can sulk all he wants, I don’t care.” You lied—knowing you did care what he thought as you wouldn’t be with Jean if you didn’t.

Jean chuckles breathily as he runs his hands up to your waist and back down again, choosing to not reply as you continue to dance with him.

You knew you had gotten to Eren but until he approached you, you weren’t gonna stop. However, you knew Eren was stubborn as shit, so if it took you all night to make him give in, then so be it.

“Looks like the score board is one nil now.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you follow Jean’s eyes as he laughs evilly, watching something intently. However, your stomach drops when your eyes fall upon Jean’s entertainment.

Eren, leaning up against the wall, not bothering to watch your childish acts any longer, standing infuriatingly close to a girl whom he smirked down at as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

You could kill him.

Eren only turned back to you as the girl littered kisses against his tattooed neck, smirking like a fucking asshole at you.

Jean laughs lightly against your ear, whispering delicately into it, “Well, now that our audience is back, let’s put on a show, hm?”

Jean half expected you to just continue dancing with him to piss Eren off further, but you knew that wouldn’t faze him anymore.

So, when you turned around to face your ex-boyfriend and pulled his neck down to smush your lips together in a feverish kiss—both boys were taken aback. Eren twitched angrily as he shoved the girl nibbling at his neck off him, huffing loudly in rage as he watched you shove your tongue down your exes throat.

Before you could even get a proper taste of Jean, you were ripped away from the kiss and dragged through the bustling crowd. You could’ve laughed at the sheer grip Eren had around your wrist as he dragged you through the house and into a deserted room, slamming the door behind him.

“You think you’re fucking funny, huh?” He spat, the angriest you’d ever seen him in your life. “Think you’re fucking cute?”

“N-no, Eren—“

His body flew to yours in lightning speed as he pushed your body against the wall, hands forcing your own against the cold brick, gripping them in place roughly.

“Had an awful lot to say earlier, didn’t you? Where’s that fucking bitch attitude gone? Jean kissed it all out of you?” He growled, his dark gaze glaring down at you.

Words failed at you as your jaw fell slack at the sheer fury that laced his words, his voice low and indignant due to your actions. Your heart rate picked up so fast you thought you were going to go into cardiac arrest at the thought of what he was gonna do to you.

“Speak, bitch.”

His words stung as you whimpered slightly, “I-I’m sorry, baby, I swear.” The sweet nickname you slipped in doing nothing but pissing him off further.

“No, you’re fucking not,” He snapped, slamming his fist next to your head, his anger sending shockwaves of excitement to your core, “God, when did I get with such a fucking whore?”

The disgustingly degrading nickname should’ve offended you, but, your pearly white teeth couldn’t help but sink down into your pink lips as you rubbed your legs together to get some sort of sweet relief.

Eren noticed your antics, pushing his knee between your leg, forcing you to stop. This only ripped a needy whine from your throat which you instantly regretted as you met his eyes.

Uh, oh.

He dragged you from the wall and pushed you roughly onto the plush of the bed, as he ripped his t-shirt from his body, then slotted himself between your spread legs.

“You fucking disgust me,” He spat, his hands coming down to attack your breasts in your dress, tugging at your nipples roughly as you whined. “You’re nothing but a fucking slut—good only for making me cum and whoring around, aren’t you?”

His hands ripped at your clothes like his life depended on it—tossing them aside as he stared menacingly down at your naked frame. He wasted no time in undoing his belt and pushing his jeans to the floor.

“Get on your knees.”

You practically threw yourself to the floor as you kneeled in front of him, staring up at him through your lashes as he glared down at you, nothing but anger and disgust in his expression as he pulled his achingly hard cock from his boxers. His tip dribbled pre-cum as it bobbed in front of your face.

Eren didn’t ask your permission, not that he needed to, before forcing your mouth open and shoving all eight inches down your throat. You gagged and spluttered around him as the abruptness of his actions took you by surprise. Tears welled up in your eyes as he didn’t stop to let you adjust to his size, only continuing to slide his heavy cock across your tongue.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” He growled, his hand nestled in your hair, pulling at the hair so hard you thought he’d tugged some out as you whined against him. “Don’t resist me, baby, you know this is what you deserve.”

Your nails clawed at his thighs as he thrust his hips feverishly against your mouth, balls slapping your chin as his pace never faltered. Tears fell quickly down your flushed cheeks as he abused your throat, putting your gag reflex to use as his tip smacked against your uvula.

“Eren, please!” You begged, as he pulled you off him briefly as you caught your breath, spit and tears covering your face as you heaved for breath.

“What? You think I’d fuck you nice and slowly after your behaviour earlier? I’m not Jean, the weak, vanilla piece of shit.” He spat, laughing darkly, “You wanna act like a slut, you get treated like one.”

He forced you back down onto his cock with a loud, gargled whine from you as fucked himself faster down your throat. He grunted lowly in pleasure as he planted a harsh slap to your cheek, forcing more tears from your eyes.

“Fuck, gonna make me cum down that stupid fucking throat if you carry on gaggin’ on me like that.”

You absentmindedly rubbed your thighs together, moaning on him as you provided yourself some sort of action as he fucked your throat mercilessly.

Eren didn’t like that.

He kicked your knees apart angrily, “Don’t you fucking dare.” He snarled, pulling his cock from your mouth as you whined desperately.

Eren dragged you up to your feet by your hair, shoving you back on the bed harshly as he followed you. You barely had time to think about what was going on before he forced your legs apart and planted his hot tongue against your sex.

You cried out, your hand flying to his messy bun, threading your fingers through his hair as he sucked your clit frenetically, groaning against your pussy. The rumble of his moans against your throbbing clit had you climbing towards your orgasm quicker than expected.

“Can’t even let me cum because you just want to yourself, you selfish bitch.” Eren snapped, pulling his mouth from your hot core, spitting on your pussy lewdly, and planting a rough slap to your aching clit, eliciting a loud, scratchy whine from your abused throat.

“Eren, please!” You cried as you felt him slip two long fingers inside your soaking wet hole, back arching off the bed as he pumped his fingers in and out of you as he lapped at your clit. Goddamn did that man know how to please you.

“‘M gonna cum!” You wailed, eyes squeezing shut as you could nearly taste your orgasm, Eren continuing to suck your clit like a thirsty man in the desert.

Just as your coil almost snapped in your tummy, your pussy felt awfully empty as Eren ripped his mouth and fingers from you just as you were about to cum. You didn’t even hide your annoyance as you burst into tears, wailing loudly as your pleasure faded away as he ripped it from you.

“E-Eren, please! Please—hiccup, please I need it. I’m so sorry, Rennie, please, please make me cum, please!” You begged, hands flailing at him, attempting to pull his stiff body down towards you as you sobbed into his shoulder, gripping onto his shoulders, nails piercing the skin.

“Jesus Christ, you’re pathetic.” Eren breathed evilly, shoving you off him, your body bouncing off the bed, your tits jiggling with every movement that had Eren’s cock twitching. “You don’t fucking deserve it, okay? I gotta punish you somehow, hm? You did this to yourself.”

“B-But, that girl!” You fought back, feeling anger bubbling in your chest as the reality of the situation hit you, “Wasn’t just me.”

“She came up to me—you willing went out of your way to find that asshole and stick your slutty tongue down his throat.” Eren bit back, pushing your legs up, folding you in half.

He leant down to spit on your pussy once more, catching some of the slick on his cock as he nudged your entrance, jerking the lubricant over his aching boner. You whined loudly as he pushed his tip inside you, knowing the second he prodded the sweet spot inside you, you’d soon build your orgasm back up again.

“If you so much as even think about cumming, I’ll stop and never fuck you again, and I fucking mean it.”

His threat played with your heart strings—feeling awfully sorry for yourself as you threw your head back in irritation, crying out loudly. Eren’s hand flew to your neck as he pushed himself fully inside you, again, not letting you adjust to his length, revelling in the way you wailed in wanton at his size.

Eren’s pace was evil.

You’d never been fucked like this before. Your legs practically behind your head, his large hand choking your neck, cutting off your airflow, and his cock drilling into you at such a speed you thought you were going to pass out.

You tried not to enjoy the way he was treating you—but, you secretly had never been more turned on in your entire life. Your pussy wetter than it’d ever been, evidently as Eren was cursing himself mentally at how incredible you felt—but, he wasn’t about to praise you right now.

“‘Ren, p-please!” You gasped out, nails carving up his back as he fucked you up, revelling in the way you whined his nickname loudly every time.

“Gonna cum so fuckin’ hard.” He warned you, his voice hoarse as his eyes rolled back, “Open your fucking mouth.”

You did as he asked as his pace quickened as he chased his orgasm, groaning and grunting against your leg. He pulled out quickly and forced his dick down your throat once more, crying out in pleasure as he lolled his head back.

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Jean furrowed his eyebrows as he felt two tiny fingers tap his shoulder, ordering him to turn around.

He felt even more confused at the sight of you in front of him—eyes red and tired, cheeks stayed in tears with a red handprint on display on one, hair a total mess and your neck littered in bruises and another large handprint around the circumference of the front of your neck. Behind you, resided your smug boyfriend, smirking blissfully at your ex-boyfriend.

“What the fuck is this, Yeager?” Jean spat, feeling suddenly a bit threatened by the presence of your boyfriend.

“Open up, princess.”

Eren’s words confused Jean as he looked down at you. But, they soon made sense as you lolled your tongue out for Jean to see, secretly loving the way his jaw fell slack at the pool of cum resting on the pink muscle.

Jean’s eyes shot open in shock as he watched as you peered up at him so innocently as some of Eren’s cum rolled off your tongue and onto the floor.

“Wanna kiss my girlfriend again, Kirstein?”

this is for you @jaegsnicotine 🤗

[ofeliaxoxo]

A prompt for you: Charlos, jealousy

Yesss jealousy trope of all TIME unironically my favourite scenario

Hope you enjoy this! Wrote it a bit on the fly because I’m sick in bed ignoring responsibilities

He’s not even gracious in victory. The usual post-win glow is absent, no movie star smile pulled back to reveal his perfect teeth. The nice way his eyes crinkle up, so you can believe in it, the whole idea, how lovely he is.

Charles, Carlos could say, give me a smile. You’re so beautiful, you’re so talented. You beat us all today. Why do you look so angry?

“Congratulations,” he actually says, keeps the jealousy out of his voice although only the stupidest idiot could imagine it not to exist. “That was a great drive, mate.”

“Thank you. You too, you have done well.”

Oh?

“You were very happy, no? I saw you celebrate it with Alex.”

God. Like being told, no come on, you did a good job too, upset with himself as a child about second place. And he was, no, he is happy. They managed P4 and P5, a ridiculous result, practically a win, leagues ahead of where he thought he’d be this year. James nearly cried, hugged Carlos close and said I can’t believe it and then shook his head, taking it back, insisting that he knew they would succeed.

So he is happy, even though here Charles is, sodden with champagne, the actual winner of everything.

Maybe he’d seen when they’d gotten out of their cars and Carlos, without thinking about it, had pulled Alex in, squeezed him, thumping him on the back, trying to impart some of what he was feeling into his teammate. Alex swayed pleasingly when Carlos thwacked him, giggling, whole face scrunched up in delighted amusement the way it does.

Carlos likes him, the way he laughs so easily, gets stuck on his words and then enjoys it when Carlos leads them back into the path charted out for them by the cue cards.

And then a photo with the team, their names in big letters, Carlos and Alex, P4 and P5, all the mechanics with their fists raised in the air, cheering in victory although really there was no victory. But Carlos is happy, isn’t going to lose the feeling.

And now Charles, red and obvious against all the Williams blue.

Alex hasn’t left, has just stepped into his own garage instead of outside where everyone is milling around, where Carlos had been gathering himself.

“Yes, a good result for me and Alex, for the team. We are happy.”

Interview mode. Charles won’t notice, anyway.

“You and Alex work together well.”

“Do you want me to go and get him? I think he is not busy.”

Charles has got his podium cap in his hand. He always makes these things into a huge show, much bigger than anyone else, every time, curtsying and waving and simpering at the crowd like an actress being given a present.

“No, I - no. I am going. I wanted to invite you, to come tonight.”

Sitting at Charles’s table, partying for Charles’s win. He doesn’t have to, anymore, no one could ever expect him to. The galling thing, the disgusting little twist, is that he wants to. Would be happy there, in the circle. Carlos can see himself, sitting next to him, close close close, the nearness of Charles’s face, the thickness of his eyelashes, the smell of his cologne, how fun he is when he’s in a good mood. How Carlos could drape an arm across his shoulders, let it fall heavy on the hard muscle there.

“Sorry, we are flying this evening. And I think there will be dinner with the team, first.”

James’s obvious delight to look forward to. Carlos and Alex are turning the team around.

“You are flying together?”

He must’ve had too much champagne on the podium. Or the rocky battle with Max in lap fifty has scrambled his brain. He’s seriously not acting right for someone who should be floating, shouldn’t even be listening to what Carlos is saying.

“Yes. Are you ok, Charles?”

“Charlie! Come to show us what a real winner looks like, I assume,” Alex is here again, with a reassuringly cheerful grin. He comes up to stand by Carlos, unworrying in his personal space.

Finally, the pretty laugh, for Alex, the glance down and then back up. Does he know he does it?

“I will see you later, mate,” he announces, claps hands with Alex, turns to leave, makes sure to remind Charles he is the best, to see if that will lift his inexplicable mood, “enjoy your party, eh, Charles, don’t go too crazy!”

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Being Lucy's sister came with a lot of perks: good food, nice places to stay at- a rich handsome multimillionaire falling madly in love with you. Did I mention the rich handsome multimillioanire?

pairing: harry castillo x reader (Lucy's sister)

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context: just fluff and romcom scenarios, older man x younger woman, everyone is over 18 and fully consenting; words: 3k I hope you will enjoy and pls tell me if you like it or tell me if you don't- I will probably write a part 2 with smut if it is well received. ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ I will probably write the smut anyways tho loll Yes i have put a George Michael song name as the title put me in jail or whatever. Also I have no idea if his name is Randy or Harry so oh well, who cares hes so sexy.

It was a beautiful day in New York that welcomed you right back here in this city, looking across the cafe for your Lucy. 

You slept in today, after a long plane ride and a longer ride to your sister's apartment you had to get your rest for the days ahead- and for the wedding. Because of spring break and because she received a plus one invitation to one of her glorious matchmaking results- her ninth to be more precise, you just had to join her in New York for the week ahead. You didn’t have anything else better to do, plus, you missed her. 

She smiled at your sleepy face as you sat down in front of her.

As the coffee arrived you finally had some time to catch up on life, on your school and on her job. More importantly, how could John ever break up with her? She’s successful, she's beautiful and she’s brilliant. You told her that you were hoping she could finally get a guy who actually deserves her.

“I hope your wedding will be the tenth-” you started.

“Maybe it will be yours princess, did you think of that?” She smirked at you, clearly enjoying the banter you two were so used to having. 

“So that’s why you called me here- to set me up with someone?” you leaned across the table “Because I’m taking the first plane back to college if that's the case.”  There’s nothing more embarrassing than your own sister setting you up, I mean you could get a date if you tried but the boys back at school are, lacking.. certain qualities you were hoping for in a man.

She laughed at your expression, knowing you were being sarcastic and joking but also not really.  You could hardly hear each other anymore as more people came into the cafe.

She grabbed the hand you had on the table as she said: “You’ve grown so much- I’m so happy you're here with me.”

All day long you walked across New York City, first it was dress shopping- you probably tried on like 10 dresses before picking a gorgeous green floor length dress and your sister a blue dress. She covered everything like the great older sister she is and on you went towards Sephora to get everything you might need or just plain wanted- perks of having an older sister with money- and then it was take out time back home; feet sore and exhausted. You loved and hated being in this city, but you could clearly see why Lucy wanted to live here. So many people, so many stories to tell. You two took a nap and then by late afternoon you were out again for dinner with some of her friends and then for a walk in central park. 

“You know, I think tomorrow is going to be really special.” she linked your arms together as you passed people. 

“Really?” you turned the upper part of your body towards your sister as you walked. “In what way may I ask?”

“Like in a good way; maybe you’ll meet someone.” she whispered the last part “Or maybe in a bad way.” She turned away from you like she was thinking.  “Last time we were at a wedding together, you were very little- remember you got that stomach bug-”

“Ugh don’t remind me Lucy” you grimaced at her macabre reminiscing while she laughed in your face “We just ate-” 

The wedding was truly beautiful, the bride and groom looked great together and the food was completely out of this world. The groom was a finance guy, so it made sense that the wedding would be held in a grandiose style, I mean they had a chocolate fountain for god sake. And free gifts for people- free gifts!

You and Lucy talked with some people, ate some food from the candy bar while gossiping and danced a little bit but you had to take a break as ‘Cupid’ herself was socializing with acquaintances. You texted some of your friends, one from childhood and two from college- all ecstatic about the amazing things there. You had to remember to get Maddy a necklace as her birthday was coming up and Mark asked if you could get him a lucky cat doll and also-

“Is this seat taken?” 

You looked up at the owner of the voice, “Um, no- no it’s not.”

Um, yes it was, your sister was seated there- who even is this?

The stranger sat on the chair, turned his whole body to look at you and placed his hand under his head- like he was engaged in the most passionate discussion. 

From this position you could finally see the man up close- this must be the groom's best friend. Your sister told you as you sat down during the ceremony, even if you were seated far away, you could remember him now. He was right next to the groom.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you-”

“No, it’s okay-” Now you’re interrupting him, please stop.

He smiled at you, endeared by your attempt at alienating his worries. His smile reached his eyes and the corners wrinkled, like a testament of this strange man’s seasoned life. He looked at you in an almost parental fashion like he already knew you- wait, do you know him? 

Your sister has a bunch of friends and acquaintances around New York, maybe you did know him. “Do we know each other?” 

“No, I don’t believe we have met.” 

He had this air about him, like he was so comfortable and sure of himself. He smiled again at you, like he knew something you did not, was there something on your teeth?

“My name is Harry, it’s nice to meet you, miss…” You told him your name and he repeated it. 

Why was your heart beating so fast? Maybe because he was very, very handsome. 

“Would you like a drink?” he said your name again and you forgot all about the phone buzzing in your hand.

“Um..”

You looked across the ornate ballroom for your sister for a second.

“Wait, you’re old enough to drink, right?” His smile faltered for a second but he quickly regained it as you reassured him that you were indeed, old enough to drink. 

He ordered a cosmopolitan for you and an old fashioned for him and while you chatted, he asked about what you were doing in New York and how you knew the bride and the groom.

“You’re the matchmaker’s sister.” he pointed at you and you teared your gaze away from his beautiful brown eyes to notice the green ring on his finger. 

“I am.”

He must’ve noticed you looking at it as he too, looked at it- then at you and remarked:

“Green is my favorite color.”

This handsome man was clearly hitting on you, but why? You haven’t chatted with anyone this evening besides your sister and some basic chit-chat with the bride. He must’ve singled you out of the crowd as only a man with experience could have probably. Well it wasn’t going to end how he hoped, with you in his bed and him never calling you again. You weren’t born yesterday nor were you that desperate, no matter how handsome he was nor how tall and big he was compared to you-

No, you’re not going anywhere with him, you’re here for and with your sister. Speaking of which-

“I see you’ve made some friends.” She smiled as she came closer and introduced herself to Harry. Harry. What a beautiful name. 

As he turned his head towards her you looked at the curls he had at the base of his neck and thought you could never look at someone more handsome- his face looked like it was sculpted!

She made some polite conversation and It wasn’t long before she had to excuse you two in order to introduce you to some people there.

So in about 2 minutes- you said your goodbye’s and you left him there, silently hoping that maybe he could call out your name as you walked away or run after you and tell you he is madly in love with you ‘please don’t go’ - you audibly giggled next to your sister as you walked away, amused entirely by your schoolgirl-like-dreams as she gave you an odd look.

It was the cosmopolitan’s fault, you were sure.

As the night wore on you tried to see him again but to no avail; he must’ve left with some pretty model or gorgeous woman- the thought left an emptiness in your stomach you couldn’t shake for the whole night.

You were woken up by the sunrays on your face and by an immense amount of thirst that left your throat feeling like you scratched it all night long. You grabbed your phone instinctively and after about 30 minutes of coming back to life you finally got up.

As you entered the living room you saw your older sister on the phone and gave her a small wave.

She nodded her head at you as you walked into the kitchen to grab some ice cold water. 

Why was everything so hot in this apartment? 

After she finished her phone call you could finally debrief with her about last night's events, the most important of those things was definitely her meeting up with John again.

“Life just finds a way I guess.” you told her as she grabbed a coke from the fridge.

“Yeah, I guess.” She opened the can, took a sip and said “By the way, I have a surprise for you.”

“Yeah, what?” You couldn’t deny the way your heart jumped a little bit- maybe a bit more.

“I have a date for you.”

“Lucy, no..” you groaned. Was it with him? God let it be him.

“Hear me out, ok? I have to be at a girlfriend's house this evening and I want you to go, I would hate for you to be inside while I go have fun- plus you don’t have to go on a second date or anything, this is just for fun- no expectations, ok?” She pleaded with her eyes at you.

“I can’t say anything about this guy, but you have a lot in common, he is also a student like you- maybe you can bond over that.”

The day dragged on until 5pm when you had to get ready, you were hoping this guy wasn’t some snob or insufferable, but you trusted your sister. A short red dress and heels would suffice, as you were going to quite a fancy restaurant on the upper east side. When you arrived you said your name to the waiter and sat down at one of the beautiful velvet booths and ordered a glass of water for yourself. Being alone in a place as fancy as this, you did feel quite out of place a little bit.

On to wait for that guy to show up, even though you arrived on time.

Traffic in New York is horrible, so maybe he is fashionably late. 

He was not fashionably late as 45 minutes had passed and you were still alone, you could see people glance at you between the sounds of silverware- pitying you.

Or maybe no one cared, it was hard to tell- especially because you were so embarrassed. 

Your fingers itched for your phone, to text Lucy a 'I told you so'. Netflix and pajamas sounded infinitely better than this empty booth and the pitying glances. God you wish you were home right now, not dressed so fancy and looking so good only to be stood up.

The waiter came back, probably to ask you if anyone is coming. 

No, no one is coming.

“Is this seat taken?”

You looked up in bewilderment and met the gorgeous brown eyes of last night's enamourment. Harry was looking down at you, an amused look in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

“Hey!” you exclaimed, almost too loud in this fancy setting. “No, no it’s not.” Your heart started beating fast as he sat down in front of you, he looked even more handsome in the dimmed yellow lights of this restaurant.

He took off his dress jacket and placed it on the chair, you couldn't help but stare at the way his big arms looked, he was a very big man, so handsome too-

“I was having a meeting with my business partner and I looked across the room and there you were. “ He smiled at you like he did last night.

You were happy to see him, very happy.

“What are you doing here, Cinderella?” 

“I was waiting for someone, some guy my sister set me up with- he didn’t show up.” You leaned across the table so only he could hear what you said, not the old couple next to you two as well. 

“What an idiot.” He leaned close to you as well and you could smell his cologne “Well it’s good I am here now, right? We can carry on last night's conversation.” 

As you two ordered food, he asked you what you were studying. 

“Psychology. I have a scholarship.” 

“So you’re beautiful and smart.” He placed the napkin he received across his lap and you felt your ears get warm- you hoped the lights in this restaurant would dim the blush on your face as well. “Do you like what you are studying?” 

“Yes I do. I truly want to start my own clinic back home and help people.” You must’ve talked for like some full minutes about your degree and dreams while he asked you questions. He seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying, like he wanted to learn as much as he could about you.

He told you he would like to be your first pacient when you do become a psychologist and you laughed.

Harry was a funny man, very charming as well, though he had a way of turning a phrase to escape any sort of mention towards his private life, you wondered why that is. 

“Can I ask you a question?” you played with the short hem of your dress under the table. 

“Of course, anything you want.” He took a sip of his drink as he looked at you. His hands looked so big around the glass.

“I don’t mean to sound rude, but may I ask how old you are?” you could find in his eyes a touch of mischief, like he was thinking of something funny to say so he could see you smile.

“24.” he said. With the most monotone voice he could muster and with a straight face.

“24?” you asked, knowing he was messing around with you but deciding to play into his game. 

“Yes, I lived a rough couple of years as you can see. What’s so funny?” he asked you, faking being angry at your smiling face.

“Nothing.” you tried to hide your smile.

“You better not be laughing at my life story.”

“I’m really not.” you put on your serious face.

A man came by your table as the waiter started bringing dessert, and Harry got up to greet him, the man shook Harry’s hand and thanked him, before he left he gave you a polite smile and a ‘good night’ to both of you as he exited the restaurant with his wife or girlfriend. 

“Old friend.” Harry said as he sat back down again “He just bought an apartment complex.”

“Wow, he must be rich.” 

“Very rich indeed.” he took the spoon from next to the plate and cut through the lava cake he was brought. “Like this chocolate.”

 “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to dance with me yesterday” He looked at you again and you wanted to die inside when you remembered that you left him.  "You missed out," he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm quite the dancer."

"Oh, really?" you challenged, raising an eyebrow. 

"Don’t worry. I'm a fast learner. I won’t let you get away twice"

"Is that a threat?" you asked.

"A promise," he corrected you as he took a bite of the dessert.

Harry asked for your number by the end of the night and you gave it to him, of course you did.

As he told the waiter that he should put the dinner on his tab you protested, but he would have none of it. He said that this was the most fun he had in a while as he got up and watched you exit the booth. 

“Let me take you home-” He started as he let you walk ahead of him; you tried to ignore the way he looked at you; like he was still hungry.

“You shouldn’t worry about me, I’ll call an uber.” He helped you put on your jacket before he opened the door for you.

A soft breeze danced around the streets of the city at this late hour- you hugged your jacket closer to you. You didn’t want your meeting to end, but it had to. 

“Nonsense, let me take you home, c’mon.” He climbed the steps before you and turned around so your eyes could meet at the same level. His dark hair, with its natural waves, framed his face and the silver streak in his hair reminded you of something- he was so handsome, how was he so handsome? He smelled great too.

You smiled at him, maybe the drink you had inside made you this courageous. 

“You never told me how old you are.” Everyone passing by you two must think you were drunk by the way you were smiling at each other. He grabbed your hands in his much bigger ones and pressed them close together, like one might do to a child to make them listen- butterflies danced across your stomach again because of the sudden intimacy.

Harry’s smile faltered slightly and he adopted a more serious expression before lowering his voice and telling you: “I’m 49 years old.”

His deep brown eyes searched your face, like wanting to remember it before you start showing any signs of discomfort. 

You wanted to say something, before he interrupted you “If you are uncomfortable, I promise, I’ll take you home and I’ll never say-”

“And If I am not?” you spoke over him. 

His eyebrows relaxed back on his face as relief washed over his expression and a smile slowly started spreading across his lips. His eyes twinkled under the light above you two from the entrance of the restaurant and he looked at you like he wanted to kiss you.

“I’ll take you home then.”

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Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this for you and for me. I hope you have a great day and wish u de best.

If you are one of my long time followers, I just wanna say im sorry that I havent written anything in quite a while, but life got in the way and I just couldn't find any inspiration to give you something actually good. But I am back now! And to stay for good this time unless stated otherwise. ILY

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The sengoku au is so cool! You are literally THE blue lock writer on tumblr.

If I could request something, could you write some short headcanons on how the reader would encounter the sengoku au boys?

Love your work! <3

awww ty!!! and WHAT ok you’re flattering me🤭 and yes ofc u can request❤️

meet and greet

ft; isagi yoichi itoshi rin

a/n: i made a fic on sengoku!karasu a few weeks ago, linked here! also, now that im rereading and editing, these aren’t entirely first encounters…i hope you don’t mind!

isagi yoichi

your parents weren’t wealthy. from your clothes to the food you ate, it didn’t need to be explained to four-year-old you that your parents were in desperate need of money.

you just never expected it to be in the form of shipping you to the emperor’s palace as a servant.

the day you turned fourteen, you were to be taken to the palace to serve there and become a potential lady-in-waiting. in the end, money was still more important than you. after all, they could just have another child.

wearing your best clothes, you took a stroll around the neighborhood, the one you had grown up in. but as you reached your home once more after your walk, an all too familiar voice called out to you.

“(y/n)?”

you spun around, isagi’s familiar indigo eyes meeting your vision. “yocchan?” he’s been your next door neighbor and best friend ever since you were three, and you had quite the crush on him.

before you could even realize it, tears began to leak from the corner of your eyes, sniffles beginning to escape your nose. “yocchan—god, i just—!” you wiped your tears away. why? and at such a random time too? isagi hurried towards you, cradling your face in his hands.

“what’s wrong?” he was the son of a merchant and would soon become one, and perhaps you would never see him again after today. you swallowed, looking up at him with wide, teary eyes.

“my parents…they’re taking me to become a servant at the palace.”

isagi’s eyes widened before they narrowed quickly, his hand falling from your face. “i…i see.” he whispered. “well, i do hope that you’ll be able to increase your ranking soon and live a long and happy life. you deserve it. but i just want you to know that i—“

before he could finish, you wrapped your arms around him tightly, exhaling shakily into his shoulder. “you don’t need to elaborate anymore. it’s okay, i get it.”

you left a few hours later, and for the next five years, you never saw isagi. at sixteen, you became the lady-in-waiting of a consort anri, and three years later, you still are. you should be grateful; your family was now rich and you were living a happy and fulfilling life with the potential to marry a loving nobleman.

but you were lonely, unbelievably so.

you missed isagi.

“hey, (y/n), have you heard of the newly appointed court official?” anri asked you one day as you brushed her hair. you raised an eyebrow, setting down the comb onto the mahogany table and kneeling next to her. “apparently he’s just a simple merchant, but he managed to expose the daimyo kira for scamming and assault. now he’s become a noble.”

you hummed. “well, i don’t particularly care for this stuff, but good for him, i guess. i never liked daimyo kira much anyways.”

anri glanced at you through the corner of her eye. “would you like to escort him to the emperor’s office? he is still just newly appointed and surely doesn’t know the locations of the offices here in the palace. and perhaps you could catch his eye and become his w—“

“please, anri, you know im perfectly fine with staying as your lady-in-waiting. but sure, i’ll go. is he outside of the palace right now?” you asked, standing up and walking to the shoji door.

“yep!”

you walked towards the front of the palace, humming to yourself. a few yards away from you was a standing figure, and as you got closer, indigo clouded your vision, and you came to a halt.

you stiffened, your jaw going slack.

“yocchan?”

itoshi rin

the bright, moonlit street of kyoto illuminated rin’s bloodstained katana gleamingly, his swift yet cautious steps charming in itself. his right hand resting on the hilt of his blade, his eyes darted around, watching for enemies.

suddenly, he heard a rustle behind him, and he turned, pointing the sharp katana to the figure’s neck. “who’s there?”

you stiffened, nearly jumping up and raising your hands. “hey, im innocent! i mean no harm.” you rapidly spoke, blinking a multitude of times.

rin’s eyes narrowed, slowly taking his blade away from your neck. “a lady like you should know better than to wander the streets of kyoto alone at such a time of the night. but you—“ his eyes widened a fraction. “aren’t you that one geisha from yoshiwara? the one everyone adores?”

you cringed. “and you must be itoshi rin, the notorious assassin. you’ve only ever visited us once and left without talking to any of our women. and if you can’t tell, im trying to escape.”

he raised an eyebrow. “you’re no pleasure woman, only a geisha. all you have to do is dance and smile. it’s not like you have to do any…activities with the visitors.” he was right; all geishas had to do was entertain, not have sex with the customers like pleasure girls.

“yes, but im sure that the owners of my brothel will soon force me to become a pleasure girl.” your lips pursed as you fiddled with your fingers. “they want the money.”

“well, a you problem is a you problem.” rin replied, turning on his heel. “whatever, i don’t visit pleasure houses much anyways.

“wait!” you exclaimed, gripping his shoulder. he raised the katana to your neck once more, eyes like ice.

“stop bothering me. i need to leave.”

“no, please! you’re a wandering assassin, right? im sure you can smuggle me out! please, i’ll do anything, i just don’t want to become a pleasure woman!” you latched onto him, almost screaming underneath the moonlight.

“shut up.”

“i’ll do anything! i’ll be your cook or your maid or your assistant or your manager or your wife or—!” finally, Rin shook you off.

“alright, just stop fucking latching onto me.” rin muttered, a blood vessel popping out of his neck. “from now on, you’re my property. do whatever i say.”

your ears perked up. “holy shit—! thank you so much!”

sorry this took so long! i needed to properly map out my tropes and AUs first…

[lunajay33]

Over Looked Part.2

•🪽🌌🌑•

Summary: Being the youngest Archeron sister was hard and when you’re thrown into a new life as a high fae living in the night court people don’t see your struggle, and the one you crave only has eyes for your sister Elain

Pairing: Azriel x f!reader

Info: Elain and Nesta always hated reader, Rhys and Feyre adore her, angst with a happy ending

Part.1

•Masterlist•

It’s been a month since I left and no one has found me yet, I’m either really good at hiding or they just haven’t tried to look for me, the look one Azriels face when I told him we’re mates haunts me every night, like he felt desperate and betrayed at the same time, most likely disappointment that it wasn’t Elain

I’ve been wandering between the different courts surviving within the wild like I did when I tried to find Feyre, I eventually found myself here in the summer court just relaxing on the beach, I’ve been here for about a week in the same spot just eating fruits I find along the beach

“I’ve come to find out that the pretty girl sitting on my beach for a week is none other than the high lady of the night courts sister” I hear from beside me looking up from my spot I see a darker skinned man in all his glory, he must be the high lord of the summer court

“Oh I’m sorry, this has been the nicest court I’ve ventured through yet, I just wanted to visit for a while, I can go” I say frantic packing some fruits into my bag and going to walk away when he gently grabs my arm

“Sweetie you can stay as long as you want but what concerns me is that you’re looking quiet….frail, disheveled, my guards tell me you’ve ate nothing but stray fruits, why don’t you come back to my palace and I’ll get you a proper meal” his voice is like liquid gold

“Oh I don’t know I don’t wanna be an inconvenience”

“Please it would be my honour” I hesitate but eventually nod when my stomach grumbles

He leads the way and upon arrival the house in magnificent, the decor is ocean based and gold, we sit at a table when servants come in with platters of food and my eyes grow wide

“This is too much”

“Eat what you can, during then I’d like to ask you a few questions” I nod as I fill my plate munching down on the food like a wild animal

“So why are you here and not in the night court?” And I feel that pang in my chest again

“I don’t feel welcome there, the high lord and lady and Cassian are wonderful but…..I just can’t stand it anymore”

“What about your two other sisters and that one Azriel” I look at him with pleading eyes to drop it but I know he won’t

“My mate is into another, he doesn’t even care that I left”

“That doesn’t sound right, mates would do anything for eachother” I shrug sighing

“Don’t tell them I’m here” he gives me sad eyes then looks behind me, I turn seeing Feyre and Rhys

“Y/n we’ve been looking everywhere for you” Feyre cries pulling me into a hug looking over my features and her expression saddens

“You look just like the day Azriel found you in the woods” I look down too ashamed

“I’m sorry I just couldn’t handle seeing Az with her anymore”

“He’s been a mess since you left, he’s looked everywhere his shadows are out of control, he needs you” Rhys says

“What about when I needed him and he was all over Elain, I thought mates were suppose to be happy ever after like you guys, why does nothing ever work for me” he sighs as he rubs my arm

“We know it’s hard sweetheart but just come back and we will figure something out and if you still feel the same you can come back here and relax at the beach” he says pleading with me

I groan but give it not wanting to upset them

“You’re always welcomed here my dear” thesian said before Rhys winows us back

I’m back in the living room of the house of wind and I’m immediately engulfed by Cassian picking me up and spinning me around

“God I missed you Nesta has been draining me” he smiles squeezing me so tight I might pop

“Can’t breathe cas” he sets me down and looks me over like Rhys and Feyre did

“Oh angel….i looked all over for you you know, where have you been?”

“All over the courts, wandering through the forests and plains, winter court was not fun I almost got taken by a polar bear” I laugh but they’re all serious, the room falls silent and I feel the familiar sensation of the shadows running all over my body and not just one or two but all of them wiggling everywhere excited almost until I’m basically just a black blob

“They’ve missed you” I hear from the couch, I turn and it’s Azriel, he looks skinnier, his eyes dark, scruff grown and his hair a mess

“I…I’ve missed them too” they tighten around me reassuringly as he stands and walks to me

“I’m sorry” and I feel my heart break when I feel that thread between us pulling me to him

“I understand I guess, Elain is beautiful and talented but……why did you ignore me too, I am struggling too”

“I guess I just hung onto her because she reminded me of you when I first found you, you were so scared in the woods and I guess since I didn’t heal you I could heal her”

I feel the shadows pull me to him and I rest my head against his chest and everything felt okay for a moment like it was suppose to be the whole time and his arms holding me close

“I know you can’t forgive everything right away but let me show you how good this can be and the mother was right to bring us together”

“One last chance Azriel, prove to me that this is real”

[lara4eclipze]

— 𝓢till into you.

— (🌹) cause even after all this time, I'm still into you.

lara raj x fem reader, swearing, established relationship, angst, small fluff, italics=past events , regret and crying, idol lara, wc [?], tags listed below

months had passed, she's happy now — why aren't you?, isn't it selfish? — that even after all this time you're still into her, to lara, the breakup wasn't one you wanted — it all happened to quickly one minute you two were fighting while she cried, the next you were sobbing begging her not to end it

you and lara weren't the perfect couple, you two had your own differences yet you managed to always end up in eachothers arms, but each time you two fought the more the space between you two grew

it was like a suffocating wall that trapped you and lara, the once perfect and happy dynamic you had built with her now just a glimpse of the past

"i don't know anymore y/n, i-i-" lara hiccups "i can't be with you, its mentally killing me" as the words left her mouth you felt like the world slowly collapsed around you, tears kept falling painting your skin with warmness — you never thought it would end like this

"lara n-no please don't- please my love" you plead and beg, holding her like she was gonna disappear in any second, you bury your head at her neck, sniffling as you smell her, your comfort your home — now just someone who's gonna leave you?

"please don't, I'm nothing without you" you sob into her shoulders, lara's tears had long dried but her heart ached to see you like this, but for one last time she wanted to hold you like she always did

there she was shining so brightly with that sickening smile that always managed to make your heart race, yet this time that same smile was on tv

lara loved singing, and she always made you listen to silly love songs she'd write and compose for you, she talked about wanting to become a professional to share what she created, you'd always encourage her to audition since she had the talent and the compassion about it

you're certainly happy that she has what she dreamed of now, she looks different but she's the same lara you loved, her hair was now red and she has more tattoos, sometimes you wonder if she ever did get your birthday tattoed like she promised

her melodic voice shined through the venue, lara looked happier than ever, she looked as if a child was given candy

journal entry #45

I saw you today, well not in person but it's enough — do you have everything you've ever wanted? — I'm so proud of you I can't believe you are on stage around the world showcasing the talent that once only i saw — i love you to the moon and back

when nights like these came by you always wrote in your journal, lara always told you that bottling up feelings will just worsen them — hell the journal you were using was the one she even bought for you, the pages had darken with time but the same comforting feeling was encapsulated in the paper

you missed her, every passing day, when memories flood your feed, when even the smallest of things remind you of lara, some things just make sense and one of those was you and her

your apartment was cluttered for a few weeks now, its the only way you can move in life, you laugh thinking about how much she scolded you when something was even in the wrong place

so you started cleaning, to somehow become better and move in life to make a difference rather than bedrot and sob

you come across a small and sort of withered box, with a scribbled on label — "for my love" old memories resurface looking at the box, it was the box for your first anniversary — it was covered in dust but when you opened it, it seemed in perfect condition

letters, necklaces and rings — yet what caught your eyes were the polaroids, the memory captured by the lens of an camera, it was the day you two moved in together, boxes cluttered the background but there she was with her gummy smile and messy hair

you felt genuinely better, knowing that she is making others feel happy the way she did with you during your relationship

emotions whirl inside you, regret, sorrow, and most especially love — you loved how she had improved and done what she had always been meant for

maybe in another time lara will also still be into you, maybe there you two could've lasted forever

but for now, you are thankful you had the chance to share your love with her, even if it didn't last longer

[rickgrimesdoingrickthings]

When she started to rock faster, all he could do was close his eyes and breathe shakingly, the pleasure so strong all he could do was feel it. Each time they made love it seemed to get better as they understood each other more.

When Wren contracted around him, she made him come, and she kept rocking, Rick felt such a strong orgasm that would get more intense as she rocked faster, he just froze, breathing, feeling such strong goosebumps, cumming so hard inside her, probably all he still had- and it started to drip to the floor as she had him even faster.

At some point he felt so relaxed he thought he would faint- she could go way more than he could when he was topping her, maybe because she was younger, maybe because she was just stronger in that aspect- all he knew was that she kept going way past what he could if he was topping, and that took him to the stars. He already got addicted to it, getting fucked by her, that was how it felt like. "My god...mnmgh...."His fingers gripped the carpet, he spread his legs more as she kept fucking him- it was going so beyond what he had ever- "Wren...mnngh.....aahn....that's..." and from then on he could just breathe quick breaths, twitching a lot, spilling the last of his cum, he forced his eyes open, seeing her image riding him so strongly, her hair, her breasts, her lips, she was so perfect- as he reached the peak of his pleasure, he started getting hit with the aftershocks, feeling absolute numb when she stopped and relaxed against him, he held her.

He was panting, still recovering, and when she apologized, he chuckled. "I know......me too...." Rick was spent. "It was...the first time a woman fucked me....and....wow...that was good...Wren..." Rick chuckled more, so happy and relaxed- their love making had been amazing for them both, that was great. "Yes...I want to shower with you. My legs are feeling numb right now though." He giggled more, it had been the best sex of his life and she was so adorable...he loved her so much.

"Wren...you're tough..." He kept smiling, eyes closed for a while as he embraced her, and he was still nestling inside her, pulsating against her, so warm. "You don't have to apologize. It was very good. Damn....it...it was...absolutely great....I'm spent..." He kissed her shoulder, one hand scratching her back softly, caressing her hair. Feeling her skin against his, his hard nipples brushing against it whenever she moved, her scent, her warmth, her breasts against him....

"You don't have to promise that. You can touch me all you want...I'm yours..." He was deeply in love. "Yes....yes let's shower. You'll need to get off me first." Rick chuckled again, hiding his face against her chest. "Just....be careful when...I'm still....mnmgh..." He wasn't hard anymore, but his tip was so turgid and soft he would have to be careful to pull it out, she was tight around him, and...if he came again in front of her, oh that would make him go all red all over again- making love was mutual but...feeling pleasure while she would be just watching him...that would be a different thing- that would be new and he totally would be shy about it.

"Mnmgh....sorry...I think I made a mess down here..." His face got warmer, they were so wet. Slowly he started pulling his cock out of her, the last sweet drop of pleasure going up his crotch sending him shivers- she was so tight around him, his tip getting a bit stuck near the end- what made him blush again. "Mnm...Wren...you...you'll have to relax a bit more...so I can..." He took his hand to try to hold his cock to try and remove it from her gently, but his fingers brushed against her clit by accident. "S....sorry...mnm...will...will that help you relax down here though...?" Even though they had just fucked hard, he still was polite, that relationship, that bond was still new to him, and he was enjoying every bit of it.

"Ahn...wait I'll...I'll try..." Gently he caressed her clit with his finger, giving it soft pinches, hoping she would relax a bit more so he could pull his tip out from her without them getting hurt. "Can you...help me here a little bit...?" He whispered, being so soft to her.

@littlewrensx

"Yes, I love hugging you." His cheeks still were flushing red. "I love...everything about you. I fell in love and every minute with you I love you more, and I'm not joking. I want to spend my life with you." He smiled when she pecked his lips and closed his eyes when she nuzzled their noses- he absolutely loved it, he did it as well, feeling their bond strengthen even more, Rick loved her love language, and when she stopped, he briefly rested his forehead against hers.

Rick listened carefully as she spoke, melting at her words, giving her as soft smile- she wouldn't judge him...that made him feel...lighter. "Okay...I'll keep that in mind...- you might find I'm too...cheesy though...." His voice had never been softer as well, he was relaxing enough to show her his true self- someone sensible who wanted to bond and share love. That was Rick's essence; it was simple and sweet and peaceful, and so underestimated by others.

He smiled when she leaned to kiss his neck- it felt so good, he was feeling loved after all. It sent shivers down his neck, made him feel numb almost, and his skin all senstive.

"Yeah, when you move. We've just done it, so I get all sensitive for a while; we've done it quite a lot...which is...good...and....- aaahnm-" He wasn't expecting she would move her hips again- Rick blushed all over again, his nipples got hard and his lips parted at the pleasure. Wow...she was...actually being a little dominant. He loved it- he loved to share dominance, to give her space to do what she wanted to him- feeling Wren on him felt like heaven, made him feel he belonged to her, all of him, and that made him feel crazy for her.

"I always want you Wren." The way he rested his head against her chest as he answered seemed so adorable- the tone of his voice and the load of affection he put in every word- it strongly hinted sex was just a detail compared with what he wanted- Rick was such a romantic. "What I'm doing to you?" He chuckled shyly. "I'm just...loving you." Rick smiled, nuzzling against her- he seemed very happy.

"Mnm....I love you too." He answered, his voice so honest, he was so calm and relaxed around her- and he was so happy it was mutual. "Okay...I'll stop...- but I'm being honest...you saved me...and...I'm so happy I can...make you feel good..." he muttered. Indeed, he did worship her- in a healthy way.

"Don't worry, I'll talk to Carl about it. He really likes you, Wren, I doubt he would dislike the idea of us being together." Then he chuckled as she said she wasn't ready to get off him. "I also like your noises..." he replied, melting at her touches, her hands feeling all of him, it relaxed and excited him at the same time- he absolutely loved her caresses, they made him want to purr again, groan in pleasure. "I also love everything about you. Every detail." That man was really in love. Her words meant the world to him.

"Uhn? Don't hate you? For wha-" He arched his head back and took a deep breath when she started having him- he really wasn't expecting it, what made it even hotter- his cock was still so sensitive due to their recent love making- he imagined they would just cuddle but damn, feeling her on him taking control, enjoying him, fucking him...- that took him to the moon.

He just couldn't move his eyes for a while, panting in pleasure as she moved her hip up and down. "....I....I also love when you fuck me like this...really..." Rick said between trembling breaths, surrendering to her. "I also want you to have me...Wren...I want you to claim me too...I'm all yours..." he was blushing hard, but not because he was ashamed- he was just so happy, it felt so intimate- and he had never shared such an intense connection with anyone-

As she moved her hip, his tip quickly got wetter inside her- he came a little bit, lubrificating them more, taking him to heaven as she kept having him- she was tight around him, every time she moved he felt his cock being pulled a little and getting massaged back into her, it got him moaning every time she went up and down, he really couldn't decide what part of it was better. "Wren...ahnmm....it's so good...." He whispered as his body arched back, all of him so sensitive. If was his first time getting topped by a woman, not having to do all the job, and it felt absolutely amazing, being fucked by her- he could just do nothing...just relax and surrender...and let her enjoy him and do it her way- he loved it. He was surprised at how good it was, not being the one leading it, just being fucked by her, it was new and so sweet- the way she moved up and down would make him come bit by bit, giving him some orgasm every time she tightened around him, not all at once but a bit every time she had him.

@littlewrensx

[bwobgames]

It’s 10:50 pm

“Hey, how did it go. Are you alright with the kid or do we need to sleep with one eye open?”

“We’re good now”

“Although now I owe Sebastián a favour”

“Huh? Was he there?”

“Ah, well, he cleared some of my points”

“Man, perhaps I really should hire you as my social situation interpreter”

“Oh baby, for you it’s all free”

“You’re insufferable”

“Eepy time, then? Two Mimir? Did you brush your teeth on the way? I’m already done with my skincare routine”

“Heehoo”

“Yeah…”

He puts on his pyjama and sits for a little while.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ah, nothing. I just… been thinking”

“About your dad again?”

“About the house.”

“Did you… feel something?”

“No but, what if this is, let’s say, some kind of evolution?”

“A sneakier house?”

“Maybe.”

“Remember when we analysed the doctor’s investigations? The feeling we proposed it might be?”

“Grief.”

“I fear that. If we or our friends or the other passengers or by accident…!”

“If someone breaks the current purpose, could we…?”

“Could someone accidentally give it a new one with their grief?”

“Are you thinking of someone specifically? Nina, maybe?”

“Ah, well, this thing is hosting a ton of people so, possibilities are not zero”

“Oliver. Do you think you…?”

“No.”

“No. I have nothing to grieve for. It’s been plenty of time already.”

“It’s not even been a month”

“I know. But by any means, I shouldn’t be grieving”

“Grandma lived a long and fulfilling life. She had her chickens. She had her family. She had just enough to be happy.”

“She never had to worry about the city life, content with the wonders of the south”

“Everyone got to see her at the hospital. And she died in her sleep. The most peaceful way to go”

“You even got to meet her. To talk to her. To know her. And she liked you”

“She liked you enough to ask to come by next year...”

“Oliver…”

“And she would’ve hated for us to be sad. She would’ve wanted us to throw a party instead of a gloomy funeral. To remember her as she wanted to.”

“By all means, I have no reason to be sad.”

“…But then why it still hurts so much…?”

The pressure in his chest, silently present since that day, grew tenfold.

He felt his as if his heart was painfully pumping tears out of his eyes.

It hurt. Even deeper than his chest. His heart. His soul.

For a second, he feared getting completely engulfed on it.

Until

A heart next to his, separated by a pair of ribcages.

“It that happens. I’ll fix it”

“I’ll buy this whole train if necessary. I’ll live in it. I’ll change it.”

“Grieve as much as you need. I’ll take care of the rest”

“So, don’t bottle this up any longer, okay?”

He thought he couldn’t cry any harder. He was wrong.

Grasping into Ángel, as if trying to completely unite their hearts, he let himself feel.

He misses her. He misses her. He can’t visit anymore. He doesn’t know what happened to the animals. He wishes he did more.

But the pain doesn’t eat him whole. There is a warmth to it.

A warmth embracing him, shielding him, applying a new pressure. A welcome one.

When he looked at that sunrise, he imagined a bright future. A perfect future.

One where Mozilla didn’t get sick. One where he wasn’t afraid of heights. One where he didn’t have nightmares.

One where everyone he loves lives forever.

Accepting reality used to be easier. When he wasn’t fragmented.

When he wasn’t haunting any buildings.

He should’ve spent more time with her.

He should’ve known, more than anyone, the importance of time.

He feels a kiss on his temple

“We’ll visit her, yeah? Every year. We’ll bring the prettiest flowers”

“She gave me her lemon pie recipe. I know I’m not the best, but”

“I’ll do everything to make it perfect”

This is the reality he lives in. And it’s the best it has ever gotten.

His pain might never pass. Part of him doesn’t want it to.

But it will always be cushioned around strong arms.

Accompanied by another beating heart, two ribcages away.

One day the pressure will be lighter, accompanied by joyful nostalgia. That day is clearly not today.

But he will look at the sunshine once more. Even if it’s cloudy.

He can be brave.

Because he knows that there will be times where he doesn’t have to.

His tears are not yet done with him, so he stays.

Ángel gently sways him side to side. It makes him sleepy.

Who could’ve thought that a busy day travelling and emotional turmoil would make him tired?

He closes his eyes and dozes off.

It’s 11 pm

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[ceceswithnopizza]

Two weeks after seeing Joshua with another woman, Lorena decides to move on

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex, flashbacks are bold and italicized, and I changed Jordan’s name so if you read Mr.Holloway and Mr.Calloway it’s the same person!!!

Words 2.02k

Joshua “Josh/Jey” Fatu x Lorena “ReRe/Rena”

Catch up here

2 weeks later

Normally I would’ve been addressed Joshua and his mystery lover, but I’ve come to the conclusion that me and Josh will never work out. We don’t align anymore three years ago I just wanted the sex and occasional fun outing. I’m almost thirty-five I’ve been wrestling since I was fourteen years old and eighteen years old professionally.

Jeys been married he’s had children who are now all in their preteens or older. There’s a strong chance he won’t want to get married or have more children.

Thirty- thirty one was the year I decided that I wanted to have kids, get married and have that dream. Joshua and I just need to go back to being cordial co-workers and he clearly already has someone else to play with.

“What about Joshua?” Trin said as she sat on my bed not helping me get ready at all.

“What about him?” I shrugged holding my still hot curl in my hand as I sprayed it as it cooled down.

“I just think you should talk to him.” She said softly looking at me through my vanity mirror.

“About what? We’re not exclusive and he’s been having his fun. I’m over fun trin I want a family.” I tried to explain but she was starting to get on my last nerve.

Was she here as my best friend or as Joshua’s sister?

“You don’t know that! Were you sure that was him I mean you were kinda tipsy.” She tried to ‘reason’ again.

“Look trinity I love you I do, but lately you haven’t been a very good friend. It seems like you’re here for Joshua and not me.” I calmly explained trying to hide the fact that my heart was beating like crazy.

Having trinity meant the world to me, I didn’t have much other family out here and if I did they didn’t support me. Trin is really all I have. But if she’s not here to be my friend then I don’t know what I’ll do.

“Is that how you really feel?” Trin said hopping off of the bed standing close with me.

“I do lately since yall found out about us. It seems like everything’s about him.” I eased down.

“I’m so sorry you feel like that it’s just, I know you don’t have much blood family I just want you to be happy. And the way I’ve seen you smile with him you don’t even smile like that in the ring. I just want the best for you and I’m sorry if I’ve been pushing.” She said her eyes started to water and mine followed.

“It’s alright!” I said as we hugged tightly slightly rocking from side to side.

Ding dong

“Wait let me answer the door so I can scare him a little.” She upped and let go and ran out to the door. Staying behind hitting post on my instagram pictures as I checked for everything I may need and I walked to the door.

Standing there in all his handsome glory was my Mr.Holloway he stood just under six feet. He has a gray tight plaid suit with a pristine white button up and sleek molten chocolate brown dress shoes. And my favorite flowers pink and white tulips.

“Mr.Holloway” I gazed reaching up at my five’ four stature as we hesitantly broke our hug as he raised my hand with his intertwined and spun me in a slow circle.

“ReRe you are truly sculpted by the gods.” He said as I made a full circle now facing face to face he was already looking down on me with that charming smile that made me flutter ever since high school.

My dress suddenly clung to me too tight, too restricting. I wanted to feel his hands against my bare skin as they rested on my waist. All of a sudden I was that same girl that sat behind the hot football player in high school.

“Yeah yeah you make sure you have her back at what time?” Trin quizzed with a pointing look.

“8:30” he laughed out sending my heart a different rhythm.

“Girl 8:30 the reservations are for 9?” I said finally breaking away from his beautiful face.

“Well it seems to me yall should’ve been hopping on!” She said sounding like somebody’s grandmother.

- At the restaurant

“You’ve been staring at me since we’ve sat down, should I be flattered or concerned?” I teased tilting my head a little with a small smile.

“I can’t help it, you’re a work of art.” He blushed out looking at something that wasn’t me.

“Are you nervous? Do I have the Mr.Holloway nervous?” I gazed in dramatic disbelief leaning back into my chair as he tried to find the words. And he did quickly.

“You always had that effect on me, come on now! Yeah yeah but how’s life treating you?” He asked taking a moment to bask in the scenery of this beautifully lit restaurant. It was like a lit cave in a way. I had always wanted to eat here but they were always booked up.

“It’s amazing I am a champion right now. I’m traveling more than ever, I love what I do.” I beamed.

“And your husband?” He asked

“I don’t have one, or a boyfriend!” I shrugged and for the first time during the night I thought of him again.

“How come? You’ve always wanted to be married and I know now you to go after what you want!” He said taking my hands in his giving me his undivided attention. I guess sensing the change.

“To be honest I was seeing this guy, he’s already been married and had kids. He can never tell me the real but I don’t want to talk about him anymore.” I expressed since when was my life so Joshua focused?

“Well we don’t have to but let me say, it sounds like you’ve got your answer.” He was absolute right shaking off the last thoughts of Jey.

“Come on I want you to see something.” Calling for and paying the check Mr.calloway lead me to the car.

Cause I love you by Lenny Williams began to play.

“Can I sing for you baby?” He said taking my surly nervous hands into his much larger ones. Kissing the back of my hands with his plump, warm, soft lips. A cooling shiver trailed up my arm all the way down leaving goosebumps in their wake.

A eighteen year old Lorena sat in the grass, alone under a nice fragrant magnolia tree on the LSU campus. Her thick glasses heavy in her nose as she poured over her books.

Not paying attention to anything but the pages as she had her headphones in to her brand new iPod an early gift for her upcoming nineteen birthday gift. She didn’t notice when a tall figure stalked over quickly snatching her IPod.

“Whatcha listening to?” Jordan Calloway said before squinting down under the blistering sun.

“You listen to old people music?” He laughed handing it back to the shorter girl who didn’t put up a fight once she saw who it was.

“I don’t listen to old people music I listen to real music something somebody can’t relate too.” She teased back. Smoothing her skirt out under her legs.

“Don’t hate on Nelly”

“How you know I was talking about him?” She pointed with a smirk watching him as he sat down beside her.

“Yeah yeah get with the times” he fired back.

“I can’t I need music that feeds my heart. Sometimes I need to shake a lil something most of the times I need my soul to be feed. My heart to best different.” She went on missing the set stare on his face as he watched her face.

The way his heart swell just like the music she spoke of. She was his music. He felt her with every step he took in every game he played he searched for her even though, he knew she’d would always come even if she said otherwise.

The real ache latched when he realized they wouldn’t work. He was going to the nba he wouldn’t have time. He would’ve given it all up for her if she just said the word.

Which she always knew and as they listened and sang her favorite song she wanted to selfishly let him. But she wouldn’t.

“You know maybe you’ve never been in love like I’ve been in love.” He sang as if he was actually preforming. Laughing as he cracked at the high notes. Laughing through time we ended up at a quaint creek. The water having a crest glow from the moon.

“So first you take me to a nice restaurant, queue my favorite song and then you take me to this beautiful pond-ish thing.” I stared into his hazel eyes that I wanted to fall deep into.

“Nah, ReRe everything besides this and dinner wasn’t planned. But this is.” He said snaking his hands around my waist as I raised my arms fitting them around his neck as we shared a tender kiss that quickly intensified.

“Can I take you home.” He said breaking away laughing at what must have been my face.

The kiss truly felt like we were the only two people. In an Adam and Eve way.

“Please” I basically moaned out.

-

Meanwhile

Joshua paced and paced in his hotel room it was been almost three weeks since he had seen Lorena.

“Uce you gonna give yourself a nose bleed all that pacing damn?” John said irritated at his twin this had been happening for almost an hour. Joshua seemed zoned out throughout their entire day.

“Man shut up, why hasn’t she talked to me?” He asked pausing for the moment making John smack his teeth.

“Why haven’t you talking to her- probably since you been busy fucking that giant.” He tried to whisper that last part but not really.

“Huh?” He said for the first time today giving his full attention to John.

“She’s far from dumb she probably saw yall leave the club. I mean Trin tried to distract her at the bar but I don’t think it really worked.” He shrugged.

Lorena had been around for a while and he had gotten used to her so when Joshua and GiGi started messing around he got weird having to choose between someone he considered a best friend/sister-in-law and his twin but he had already chosen. He felt awful for Lorena but stood where he always had. Beside Joshua.

“Shit, I need to talk to her.” he said rushing out before John could say anything about the Mr.Calloway character.

Lorena and Trinity’s talk?

Jey and GIGi?

Trinity distracting Lorena at the bar?

Mr.Calloway?

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No but actually, if you genuinely think Debling was good for Penelope or better than Colin because "he cared about her from the beginning" you're actually just silly.

Like first off this man genuinely had no deep connect to her at all. In episode 1 when they initially meet, he's a little flirtatious yeah, but ultimately thats not caring that essentially flirting at a house party, and he immediately couples it with completely ignoring her distress after Cressida rips her dresss and leaving to just not be seen again until episode 3. And when he shows up again, his behavior is very much similar to ep 1, where he proceeds for that episode to entertain both her and Cressida. Because to him it didn't matter which one of them he married, he was going to marry one, point blank. He chose the two most isolated girls in the ton, who had little to no friends, and pit them against each other until one couldn't fake it anymore and he decided "yeah she'll be good enough." You can't really argue he doesn't, because he does nothing to stop their rivalry for his attention until Penelope says she can't continue faking an intrest in birds.

Like his relationship with Penelope is so surface level its not funny, they don't know anything about each other, he seems to have no desire to learn. All he wants is, essentially a socially acceptable fuckable servant. Penelope reveals she loves reading and romance? He goes "damn, well you aren't getting that from me" and then drops the bomb that basically immediately after they marry hes leaving her for 3 years(longer because he will die but whatever) and expects her to be okay with it. Penelopes job as his wife, in his eyes, is to hopefully get pregnant in the little bit of time they spend together, and then to watch over his house. He even tells her he doesn't think he could ever love her, and while Penelope acts fine with that, she is a romantic. Penelope legitimately would not be happy in this relationship, and it would never get a chance to improve because this man is so indifferent and uncaring about his potential bride he's planning to fuck off immediately after marrying her.

He also, very clearly doesn't even respect her? Like by the time they're meant to be getting engaged, you'd think he'd have a higher opinion of her, or some actual faith in her abilities to be a loyal wife when they marry, but he doesn't. He lets Colin cut into their dance, and has no issue with that, likely because he views her similar to how she views herself, a relatively undesirable girl he doesn't have to worry about drawing attention as he was her only suitor, but the moment Cressida mentions they're childhood friends? The moment he puts 2 and 2 together about her actual reason for sitting in the window? He gets pissed, and leaves, seemingly planning to fully ghost Penelope, and when she confronts him to try and calm him down he essentially calls her a whore. For..what? Having a crush before they met? A crush that she thinks at that moment is one-sided, a crush that she was willing to bury to be his good little wife, he sees that and says shes untrustworthy, because he believes she'll cheat on him first chance she gets. And then he fucks off.

If he actually cared about her how some of you claim, her crush on Colin wouldn't matter, and he wouldn't have subtly slut shamed her for it. If he cared even a little, he would have at least shown up later to apologize for his behavior and either wish her well or try and sway her back to him. But he doesn't, none of those things happen because he doesn't see her past the ability she had to manage his estates and give him heirs.

He legitimately doesn't see her any different than how Anthony saw Edwina, and the idea that Penelope should have settled for that? That she should have given up being with the love of her life in order to be with this man that is seemingly considerably older than her, who doesn't care much for her past her ability to do the only two things he actually cares about in regards for a wife? Thats insane, like did you pay attention at all? If he cared for her at all he wouldn't have immediately left society, but he does, not because hes heart broken, but because his ego got bruised and hes pissed he has to start his search again, that his "find the loneliest girl in the room and marry her" plan wasn't a success.

Debling would not have been a good match for Penelope, and she wouldn't be happy with him. And despite what you guys seem to think, Colin has always cared about her, he was just her friend first which isn't a bad thing. He has always defended her, always been kind to her, and he didn't let another man ruin his chances with her.

Penelope got her happy ending, stop pretending she was robbed.

[brittle-doughie]

Thus might tread into slightly uncomfortable category, but imagine y/n cake shop au singing appetite of a people pleaser, specifically the breakdown at the end

"Now that I’ve become the perfect identity

Take a bite of me

I hope that I’ve become a flavorless delicacy

T̷h̵a̷t̵ ̷I̶'̴m̶ ̵g̷o̸o̵d̷ ̸e̴n̵o̵u̴g̸h̸

And now that I’ve become the perfect identity

What else do you need?

‘Cus I dunno who I’m supposed to be anymore

A̵n̸d̷ ̴I̸'̵m̵ ̶s̸t̵a̴r̵v̵i̸n̴g̴!̸

I’ll purge ‘em all, the thoughts of anyone I’ll ever meet

Why aren’t you happy?

Nonetheless, I know my insides are empty

Aren’t I more than everything?"

Cake shop y/n focuses so much on feeding and appeasing others...they turned themselves into a emotionless husk that mimics others and developed an unhealthy eating habit (or lack of eating that is)

The crowd of customers scream, they scream your name as your shop becomes well known.

But glory always comes with such a heavy price.

[ganxiously]

Okay a lot of you keep worrying about the future and that is just unvibing my vibe over here. So we are just going to go over a few things right now so that the collective panic doesn't boil over sometime soon -

Tommy gets reintroduced in 8.11 and not directly during the two-parter - As I have said earlier in this post, for the reconciliation to seem believable, they need to show us the story on both sides. Buck's view is okay if he's moving on but if they're getting back together, they need to show us what Tommy is feeling. And they need to show us both of them want to get back together. Which is exactly what the show has done.

Tommy having screentime in an episode other than the two-parter - Don't know about you but if Tommy was going to leave, they just wouldn't have bothered with this hook-up plot. Even if you argue that it might have been a treat to appease the fans, the backlash would now be even greater than what happened after 8.06. ABC would be very rightfully accused of deliberately messing with the fans. So if he was going to leave, his appearance would have been akin to Abby's - a brief sighting during the emergency and then a final scene of resolution.

The context of the fight - I know a lot of you don't like what they have done but this is literally killing two birds with one stone. Now this isn't Breaking Bad or something of that level so you can't expect too much from them but you have to understand that the only reason they would ever try to 'close the door' on Buddie would be if Buck's endgame was in sight and they don't want anything from the fandom threatening it. If Buck was still going to be on the hamster wheel, they would have had Buck be vague and hesitant so as to keep the ship around as a future possibility. Which they could then use to bait the fans in order to drive up engagement for upcoming seasons. (if you think buddie has a chance, take a look at this post of mine)

They are adding more and more meat to Tommy's character - I had said a long time ago that season 8 was going to turn Tommy into everyone's little meow meow. It didn't pan out in 8a but here we are finally in 8b. Tommy before yesterday was this cool, sarcastic guy who was maybe a bit jealous of the 118 and he clearly cared about Buck but not enough to risk his heart. One could also say he was a bit biphobic. Today Tommy is a lonely 40-year old gay guy who was at a bar alone so he probably doesn't have any friends. What friends he made in 118, dropped him after the break up. He is deeply insecure and has probably zero self-worth so much so that he spent six months expecting that his bf would leave him any day for his best friend. And he loves Buck so fucking much that he was ready to try again and take what he could until someone better or Eddie arrived. After all that I dare you to tell me this episode was not specifically intended for us to become ride or die for Tommy. The audience is no longer hoping for Buck's happiness but also Tommy's and that would be a dumb thing to encourage after all the complaints filed against the show with ABC.

Eddie is coming back and will need his house - So far there is no reason to believe Eddie is going to leave permanently so assuming he's coming back with Christopher, he will want his house back. It would look pretty idiotic to have Buck stay in that house and give Eddie a new one. More idiotic would be to have Buck move into a new bachelor pad because then what was the fucking point when you already had a set built of his previous apartment. Add in even more idiocy and you would expect them to be roommates but the house doesn't have anymore spare rooms so is Buck going to stay on the couch and sell off all his stuff? The only narratively logical choice is either Buck moves back to his own loft which would be so weird like was it just sitting empty and then where is the life altering change that was supposed to happen or solving every problem out there, he moves in with Tommy.

The narrative in the show itself - I am begging you to forget for a minute that buddie as a ship, the buddie fandom and the journalists exist and that you are being 24/7 bombarded by their opinions. You need to forget all of that and judge the story for itself and you'll see that things aren't as hopeless as you are expecting it to be.

Ps: There are also people who think that the buddie thing will cast a permanent shadow on BuckTommy and for them, I'd like to again point out that had this been a real issue, Eddie would have been here. The fact that they're doing this when he's not is because this is a Tommy issue. Tell me you have never been insecure about something that you don't fully believe in and merely clung onto as a scapegoat. The person Tommy is insecure about is himself but the fact that he is not enough just because he is himself is too painful so what is the next best thing? Making himself believe that of course he is could never be enough, not when Eddie is there, who has history with Buck and can offer him a readymade family. Trust me when I say if Eddie had not been in the equation, there would have been some unknown person to bear that brunt.

So yeah while there is like a 10% chance that Tim will do something crazy, logically there is only one direction everything seems to be pointing to. Hope this helps and thank you for coming to my Ted talk.