#im fucking speechless bruh

[dipplinduo]

TIL @kekstala used to read my ancient conflictingshipping fanfiction YEARS AGO from when my extremely inexperienced & younger self wrote on fanfiction.net & I am not spiritually emotionally or physically fucking okay 💀💀💀💀💀

[foxyfanz]

*sees Malleus Dorm pulls*

Me: Eh, why not...

First fucking pull:

Me in dumbfounded shock: FIRST PULL?!?!

YOU JUST GAVE IT TO ME GOOD SIR!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! OR IS THIS WHAT YOU FUCKING MEANT?!

[arttrampbelle]

Ah yes they really did make the whole liu kang is everyones savior complex. Wow

Just wow.

They legit are making him a mary sue! Like people think its just a game. And yeah it is. But for people who genuinely love the series,grew up with it,its fucking awful to tell someone who's pissed off and genuinely upset at them fucking over a good story for profit.

Im just like how can you legit call yourself a fan if you like this liu kang? How can you say you love this series if they legit are making the characters unlikeable.

Also nobody's racist for not liking tanyas design. They are allowed to complain. They have no other black characters in the game so far cept maybe jax and he's just a helper. (Maybe rain,maybe. Like there really isnt maybe black coded characters, which is a problem in of itself but thats besides the point) How is that not fucked up?! How can you legit not get pissed at the way they've treated poc and poc coded characters over the 30 fucking years its been around?! Fuck man. Like its not rocket science. Its not hard to fucking see that nrs,ed boon,is a scumbag. But y'all to blind by buy,buy,buy,buy product, hurr my faves back ,oh look someone giving valid criticism?! Well they are just a meany pants in the way of my hype train.

Its ridiculous. Like mk has had toxicity before. But its worse now. Like waaaaay worse.

Its a mcu situation all over again. And it's sad.

As if this game can get any worse.

People eating this garbage up and its sad.

Very sad and pathetic to look at.

Cage match blows this out the water by a long shot by trailers alone. Like fr. A johnny cage fucking spin off.

Why do they keep massacring liu kang?! Why?!

Why are people so damn dense to not see how nrs is fucking this series up?!

I need a fucking break.

[dimestoresuguru]

bestfriend!gojo x reader | 2.

PART ONE. PART THREE.

cw; fem reader, uhh angst, very guilty gojo bc he now thinks he's an awful friend, ur mad bc hes avoiding u which like u should be bruh, strong language again :p but less this time

author; erm so i saw an anakin/darth vader edit to pushing it down and praying by lizzy mcalpine so now we're here. STAR WARS EDITORS IM COMING FOR U ISTG. also r we feeling the fic vibes w this bc I AM

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bestfriend!gojo who after comforting you and getting you home with all your favourite snacks, starts to avoid you. not because of anything you did, but because he feels so so guilty about thinking of you so nastily while you were venting to him. it wasn't right, and he's tearing himself up about it.

bestfriend!gojo who replies the best he can when he texts you, but always claims he's busy when you ask if he can come over. this of course only makes him feel worse about it, but he also feels that if he looked you in the eyes right now, you would be able to see every shameful thing he has ever thought swimming in his eyes; so he just can't. not right now.

bestfriend!gojo who barely pries himself off of his couch to answer the door. his ass has been plastered to those cushions for the better part of a week and a half, so it really is a struggle for him to get up. he wasn't expecting a delivery of anything, but he figures that somewhere in his guilt-and-anxiety-ridden haze that he must've ordered something to eat.

instead of a pizza guy, he comes face to face with your thunderous expression. he almost slams the door in your face, not ready to deal with the inevitable consequences to his avoidance of you. but he can see that behind your anger at him, there are the beginnings of tears in the corners of your eyes. so, he silently steps aside to let you into his apartment.

he immediately regrets that decision, given the fact that his apartment is in a shameful state of dissaray and you've never seen it less than perfectly clean. but, evidently, you don't care about that. you simply turn to him and (rightfully) start shouting.

"why the fuck have you been avoiding me?"

oh, the hurt in your voice absolutely fucking kills him. "i wasn't, i've just been really busy."

"oh don't give me that bullshit," you scoff, so not in the mood to hear him make excuses "i know that you haven't been going to class. and suguru seems to think that you're just fine because you haven't been acting off to him, just to me. why, satoru? what did i do? because i don't understad why you're treating me like this."

it's bestfriend!gojo's turn to tear up, because he didn't realise how awful he had been making you feel. he had thought that since you were going through something with mike that you would appreciate some space. that you might not even notice.. if he pulled away.

oh how wrong he was.

"i swear that you haven't done anything, baby, i just needed.. i just needed some time. i've been.. struggling a bit with my class workload-" he tries, but you're not having any of that.

"satoru gojo, you better stop bullshitting me, i swear to god-"

"I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU, OKAY?" he blurts before he can even second guess what he's saying. his mouth now has a mind of it's own, there's not stopping what he's about to tell you. "I'm in love with you, moron, and last week when you were crying in my car i couldn't stop thinking about laying you out in my backseat and making sure the only thing you could think about was how good my dick was making you feel, not some idiotic guy who can't see how amazing you are." he takes a breath, and keeps going, because it's now or never. "and it wasn't just last week, it's been months, and i can't get the thought of you out of my head. you've been driving me crazy, because you are so goddamn gorgeous and you never seem to see it."

bestfriend!gojo who has thoroughly made you speechless in the middle of his living room.

bestfriend!gojo who is waiting with bated breath for your response, truly terrified for what you'll say next.

[dlyansworld]

Why do you hate me?

Pairing:Y/n and Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Matt and you are enemies, but for some reason he’s been a little more tolerant to you lately. He’s in his room, and you’re hanging out with Nick and Chris in the living room. They go out, and you get bored.

Warnings:None just fluff

Hi my name is Nikki this is my first story i’ve ever written so i don’t even know if this is good or not but if anyone reads this and thinks it’s shit please tell me but don’t be rude.I hope y’all like this💕

I’ve been hanging out with Nick and Chris for a while and they decided they were gonna go out. It was weird though because I don't talk to Matt and they kinda just left me here.

I got bored so why not go to Matt’s room. I knocked on his door 3 times before entering, I finally opened the door after no answer then I was met with.

“Get out,” he says with an attitude and looks back down at his phone. “Why am I bored Matt, your brothers left and I'm all alone now?” I say with a smile.

“I don't care if my problem gets out,” she doesn’t even look back at me. “oh ok” I was kinda hurt but I'm used to it. When is he ever nice I laugh at myself. but what I didn’t know was that he noticed that I was upset by his words.

He pauses for a moment and notices you’re upset. “Are you upset?..” “No it’s whatever” he sighs “Now I feel bad you don’t have to leave” he has a look in his eyes but I can’t quite read it.

“Can I ask you something tho” “What is it?” he looks confused because I’ve never asked him something. I mean we haven’t had a conversation this long and this civil before.

“Why do you hate me? I mean I've tried to be nice. '' I just flat out said that I didn’t think I was gonna ask it. “I don’t hate you you’re just annoying”

“bruh” but that’s not what I said because that would be odd but that’s what I just felt after he said that you know sometimes we just have that moment when we just wanna say that.

“ok I mean I can be but why do I make you annoyed” he sighs and puts his phone down “I don’t know I just get irritated when you’re around"

“stop avoiding my question” I get confused why can't he just answer the damn question. “I’m not avoiding it, you just “annoy” me, your voice is irritating, the way you act, everything” he responds, that word again annoying I can't be that annoying, but I'm quite hurt I don't know why I just am so I say this. “wow ok fuck you im out” 

he sighs and lays his head on the table “I’m an idiot” “yea I know” I say still standing at the doorway he pauses “Wait, are you still there?” “I was waiting for you to stop me. He asked why I was waiting.” He doesn't say anything for a bit, and I start getting nervous.

“Can we start over? I don’t think you’re that annoying, I think I’m just irritated in general” I finally decided to spit out the truth since he still didn't get it “Matt can I tell you something” *welp I get go back to* a whisper I heard. Ok he's not responding, spit it out, stop being a baby.

“I’ve liked you for a very long time and it made me so upset when you never saw, I mean I was giving you a hint after I hit and you never saw it and I’ve tried to be so nice and all I’ve ever got was you being rude so that's the truth. but I think I should just gonna go now”

he becomes silent after I say all of that “Are you serious? You like me?” he stops me from leaving with his words “yes Matt I always have” he’s speechless for a moment “Well I feel like an idiot right now Sorry for being a jerk to you” he becomes more quiet but.

“it’s ok I should go now” As I'm walking out the door he stops me and grabs my hand, and if I'm being real right now it feels like a movie. “Can I ask you something real quick?” “Yeah?”

He pauses for a moment and looks at her “I Well” he pauses for a second, alright can he just spit it out now I think? “I like you too But I never thought you would like me” 

I was very surprised by his answer and didn't believe him so I said “You have?” he hesitated for a moment before he leaned forward and held her hands. He’s so close, only an inch from her lips

He kisses her, their lips touching. The kiss is gentle and soft. He pulls back a few seconds later. “Does that answer your question?” I lean back in for more. And with that, the brothers burst through the door. “What the fuck” Nick and Chris say at the same time.

Ok that was my first story ever and I really hope you guys like it, if you think its bad please don't be rude but gives me tips I would love to hear on how I can improve, Love Nikki

[myladybelle]

Belle!! HI LOVIE I AM BACK WITH MY NOTES

Chapter 7:

ART AND READER CHAPTER 7 AWWWW THEYRE SO CUTE THE ANGEL NICKNAME BUT ALSO PATRICK AND READER THE TENSION AND THE WAY SHE GREETS HIM THE WAY ALL THE OTHER GUYS ARE LIKE… wtf😭

Chapter 8:

Patrick and reader getting photographed kissing and hugging in public is actually so cute😭

“you remembered feeling more proud of your best friend than ever before.” Ik what’s coming.. you want me to cry huh 🤔

NAH IM NOT PLAYING RN TASHI WHY ARE YOU TREATING MY GIRL LIKE THIS… she snapped the bracelet… talking about childish.. tashi get real. TASHI STOP TAKING IT OUT ON READER WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU THERAPY THERAPYYYY AND NOT JS FOR THAT DAMN KNEE OF YOURS. “your mother hates the fact that she had you”😟😟

“For the last five years, I’ve been letting you win.” OH SHIT SHE WENT THERE HOLY FUCK NO I HAD A FEELING OF THIS BC SOMETHING YOU WROTE BEFORE I DONT REMEMBER BUT I DO HOWEVER REMEMBER THINKING.. WHAT IF??

Poor reader :( PATRICK ANSWER THE GIRL WHATS GOING ONNN

Chapter 9:

Ok yeah that pisses me off that he talks to Tashi yet reader trying to talk to Patrick is awful.. like hello!

“The harshness of his voice sent a chill down your spine, making you feel like a stranger in your own relationship.” I’m getting chills myself☹️

ART NOT BELIEVING HER??? And why tf is he talking to tashi THE NIGHT of the fight. Bruh

Reader losing her identity when she lost Tashi I CANT HANDLE THIS

I’m speechless… this whole argument/conversation between reader and art is breaking my heart.

“I do love you,” he promised. “You’re still mine for tonight.” OH FUCK IVE DIED DEAD

I’ve missed reading Guilty as Sin!!! My trip was so good I got to spend so much time with one of my best friends. Your writing is always so good and hits my heart DEEP. Can’t wait to read more🩵🩵 (where’s Patrick…)

BESTIE I’M SORRY I REALLY PUT YOU THROUGH IT!!! 🩷🩷🩷 also you’re such a genius for figuring out that the reader was letting her win, literally an icon 😌 

i’m so glad your trip was fun and that you got to spend time with your friend, those are genuinely the best kinds of holidays 🥰

the last three chapters have been a complete whirlwind and I think it will be a nice change of pace to have a slower patrick chapter that’s coming out tonight!! 🩵

[steviebbboi]

OKAY, I HAVE THOTS THOUGHTS:

I re-read this series and im left just as speechless as i was the first time i read it -- god, the angst. my eyes have teared more than once and was at the edge of my seat with every line! i feel so much for reader, sad but also proud that she was able to develop herself as a person (it just is seriously a shame that it was through these horrific experiences - but thats trauma 😢).

also steve?! ari!? kira!? ugh, i have too many feelings, im going to be here typing away forever. i think the perfect word that encapsulates my feelings and needs right now is:

clarity

we, and reader, needs it now more than ever! (also, i hope wanda fucking gets her karma bro - wtf)

AND IM NOT BYPASSING SHARON 💅🏼 👀 VIBES FOR READER LIKE HMMMM OKAY BABE - I C U 👁️ 👁️

a whirlwind of a read. went from:

me in the beginning: "omg hot hot kinky smut ok love u ari - ur down bad"

me in the end: "BRUH HOW DID WE GET HERE - I THOUGH THIS WAS SMUT GIRLY POP BUT NOPE - PAIN"

anyways, i've never left a response/reaction like this before with a fic and its cause im honestly reeling processing the work of this fic. so so addicting, so good. cannot wait for the next installment!!!!

*ೃ༄𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

⭒❃.✮:▹𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭⭒❃.✮:▹

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mean jock!Ari Levinson x naive!Reader, mean jock!Steve Rogers x naive!Reader

��𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, minors dni. Check top of individual chapters for specific warnings. This is a dark fic and contains materials on par with that.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re a naive freshman who is new to college life. Ari Levinson is the cocky captain of the basketball team and the resident campus fuckboy. Then there’s Steve Rogers, who is dangerous, sexy and charming - but he’s also Ari’s biggest rival. Ignoring all their red flags, you can’t help but fall victim to their charms. But which one will you pick?

⭒❃.✮:▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⭒❃.✮:▹

i. Wicked Games ii. Under the Influence iii. Disturbia iv. Comfortably Numb v. Cruel Summer

⭒❃.✮:▹ 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬 ⭒❃.✮:▹

All fic asks | thots & mini drabbles

[taehyungfirst]

I FREAKED OUT BBY ISTG IT WAS SO GOOD LIKE THE MV TOO IT WAS VISUAL PERFECTION LIKE THE COLORS AND THE SHIRT AND HIS VOICE IT'S LIKE IDK LIKE GOLDEN HONEY AMBROSIA SHIT CAN YOU TELL I'M ADDICTED. BUT LIKE AT THE SAME TIME THE WHOLE RELEASE TIMES ALWAYS GET ME CONFUSED LIKE I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO TRANSLATE KST TO MY TIMEZONE WHY AM I THIS STUPID SJSHJSHJS I CAN'T WAIT FOR RAINY DAYS RELEASE BRUH AND LIKE SLOW DANCING?!?! OMG YOU HAVE NO IDEAAAA I'M SO HYPED FOR IT LIKE THE WHOLE CONCEPT AND THE VINTAGE VIBE HE'S BRINGING OH SLAY I CAN'T REMEMBER THE NAME OF THE OTHER TRACKS VERY WELL CAUSE I FOUND OUT YDAY FORGIVE ME BUT I'M SO FUCKING EXCITED I REALLY WANNA BUY THE ALBUM MAN I'VE NEVER HAD THE IMPULSE BEFORE CAUSE LIKE THEY'RE EXPENSIVE OK AND I ALWAYS FELT LIKE EHH THE STUFF THAT'S INSIDE ISN'T REALLY ENOUGH FOR THAT PRICE BECAUSE I'M BROKE AND BUYING AN ALBUM WILL HAVE A SIGNIFICANT IMPACT ON MY CURRENT SAVINGS BUT. I REALLY WANT THIS ALBUM I WANT IT SJADJSDSJDDJAS LIKE EXCUUUUUUSE ME HON HOW DARE HE. HOW DARE HE COME HERE WITH HIS STUPID ALBUM DESIGN AND STUPID CUTE-ASS PICTURES W/ YEONTAN AND STUPID MVs FOR EVERY SONG AND R&B TRACKS AND DEEP VOICE BARITONE SILKY SENSOUS SMOOTH ASS FUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD THIS ALBUM WAS EVERYTHING I WANTED AND EXPECTED IN THE BEST POSSIBLE WAY I'M GONNA DIE but like aside from that, i'm fine :) -"IT'S OUT GIRLIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" anon (also can i just say how much i love your blog. i love it. wtf. there's nothing else like it on tumblr and i've searched. i regularly search up your blog to see whether you've updated. ok. now that that's out of the way.)

YOUR REACTION WAS LITERALLY MY REACTION WORD FOR WORD BAR FOR BAR. i, too, wanna buy layover so bad i’m gonna save some money and order it because he went live yesterday and he did the cutest smile while showing it so i’m sold. im buying anything for him. i’m gonna start another job for him if he asks me to.

ALSO!!! HAVE U HEARD RAINY DAYS? the mv was cinema, he was perfect and i couldn’t believe it but rainy days made me speechless it was so so good, the lyrics and the video and the way he put in there some vante too… like i couldnt ask for more he rlly did it for the arts (i wish i could speak about the charts but i’m too much of a hater today to speak about them)

(thank you i’m happy you like this silly corner where i mostly complain about stuff… you’re sweet hope you have the best day 🩵🩵)

[myx0ma]

HELLO?????

[chilling-seavey]

Strap in, people. Di delivered lengthy George content (for ME???) so I will be writing a lengthy comment.

Right off the bat: IM THERE. No holding back, right into the symbolism, the metaphors. And “The space between you feels like an insurmountable chasm”?? So what if I throw myself into said chasm???

The maiden name jump scare got me spraying him with a squirt bottle – plz don’t do that ew

“What’s next for you” dude that felt heavy. So simple, so heavy. Like what is life without him now? Standing there on a precipice of new everything and it’s like…how do you live without what once was? A whole reconstruction of your identity – right into “You probably won’t have time to stop by with your busy schedule.” 👀 yikes

“The career that once bound you together now stood as a formidable barrier, leaving you feeling like a secondary consideration in the grand scheme of his ambitions.” This WHOLE PART, these few paragraphs, MWAH. My GOD the depth is astronomical. The perfect balance of description, emotion, and not rambling on. Three paragraphs of perfection.

“You don’t need to apologize. I suppose I should apologize for intruding on your well-laid plans. You always wanted a world championship under your belt, and I genuinely hope you achieve that soon, without having to worry about me.” Jesus, fuck, Di, do you MIND????

Reading this and my heart is aching already. It’s this melancholy instead of the usual trope of yelling-anger that hits so much stronger. I feel every beat. My gosh.

The whole making dinner scene reads like a movie for real. The ease of movement, the grace, the hints of tension that simmer in the background. It’s loaded and cinematic.

THE HAND KISS STOP – something so simple and yet it had me gasping out loud

DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD the under the table moment im (s)CREAMING

“This,” his fingers hold your left hand, grazing his thumb over the ring still adorned on your finger, “stays on. Just for tonight.” I CANNOT DO THIS DI I CANT OH MY GOD

Bruh the ‘sweetheart’ makes me WEAK

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO KEEP TYPING IN THIS COMMENT SECTION IM JUST SO- I swear to God this may be your best work to date. Maybe I’m biased? Maybe ‘practice makes perfect’? Maybe it’s the depth of these characters that feel like more? Idk but I’m licking my fucking fingers reading this oh my goodness gracious

TEARING THE PANTIES? “THERE’S MY PRETTY CUNT” JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I LITERALLY HAD TO GET UP FRM MY DESK AND DO A LAP. LITERALLY SLAMMED MY FIST ON THE WALL I SWEAR TO GOD THAT’S SO-

I love a GR creampie sign me up

“You stroke his cheek with your thumb, pulling him in for a kiss that’s slow and filled with an aching sadness.” UGH I KNOW THE HEVAINESS WAS ALREADY BACK UGHGHG

NO WHAT THE FUCK DIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SHE JUST LEFT??? OH MY GODHDHFHF HES GONNA WAKE UP ALL ALONE. HES GONNA CRYYY. DO YOU WANT TO MAKE HIM CRY?!??! DO YOU WANT TO MAKE ME CRY?!?!?!

All 7k words of this was fucking stunning. Absolute mastery of writing. The dialogue was perfectly crafted, the descriptions pressed the strongest weight on my heart, it was all so so beautiful. I’m actually speechless. Idk how you said you’ve never written George before because you write him so beautifully. God, I want this entire thing framed on my wall. I want to see it every morning and every night. All of these words created just the most beautiful melody. I’m singing and yet full of sorrow

One Last Night | G. Russell

Summary: As you finalize your divorce from George, he convinces you to spend one last night together in the home you once shared, leading to a night filled with intimacy and emotional complexity.

this one is for @chilling-seavey the sole reason why George is in the top 5 of my fav drivers, I hope you like this one 🤭

masterlist

warnings: 18+ smut, angst, unprotected sex, a bit of hand kink, choking, fingering, oral, lots of emotions

wc: 7.1k (I got a lil carried away with this one ngl)

© thef1diary 2024. all rights reserved. Do not copy, steal, translate, or repost any of my work

The sun sets over the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over the house you once called home. The day’s emotional exhaustion weighs heavily on you, the act of signing papers and exchanging awkward glances, finalizing the divorce that both of you knew was inevitable yet difficult to accept. You sit on the porch steps, wanting a breath of fresh air while your eyes lingered on the small garden you and George once tended with care. The flowers, once vibrant and full of life, now stand shriveled and faded, mirroring the love that once flourished between you has since withered away.

George’s voice breaks the silence, a gentle intrusion on your thoughts as he calls your name, his tone devoid of the pet names he once used. You lift your head to see him standing there, his face a blend of sorrow and nostalgia. He takes a step closer, before lowering himself to sit beside you, a few inches too far away.

The space between you feels like an insurmountable chasm, filled with all the words left unsaid, all the efforts that fell short, and the moments you can never get back.

He speaks again, his voice softer and if your heart didn’t already ache with the necessity of leaving him, it would’ve when he said your full name, emphasizing your maiden name. The sound of it, spoken by him, sends a shiver down your spine, a bittersweet reminder of the life you lived before becoming George’s wife, before dating him.

“It’s been a while since I called you by that name,” he murmurs, his bright blue eyes searching for yours with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the silence. You find yourself unable to resist, drawn into his gaze as if pulled by an invisible force. The familiarity of his eyes, the depth of longing ensnares you, like it always did.

“Yes, it has,” you reply, your voice a mere whisper, barely breaking through the hush of the evening. The weight of his words lingers in the air, filling the space between you with a poignant nostalgia that tugs at your heart. The simple utterance of your maiden name, once so familiar, now feels like a delicate thread connecting you to a past filled with both love and loss.

Even though there’s a physical distance between your bodies, your hands find each other, resting lightly on the porch. Slowly, your fingers inch closer, making a tentative connection that speaks volumes without words. The warmth of his skin, the familiar feel of his touch, sends a ripple of emotion through you, a vivid reminder of the intimacy you once shared.

You try to keep your thoughts clear, reminding yourself that you’re no longer his, no longer Mrs. Russell. The weight of that truth hangs heavy in the space between you, a stark contrast to the intimacy of your touch.

The tenderness in your fingers grazing his is a reflection of what you once had, but also of what has irrevocably changed. You feel the echo of old feelings stirring, the ones you had just begun to push down, but you hold onto the reality that this moment, this connection, is all that remains. The warmth that used to be a part of your everyday life now feels like a fleeting memory, a bittersweet echo of a love that has transformed into a shared, yet separate, past.

“So, what’s next for you?” he asks, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and sadness, a reflection of the weight of letting you go from his life. The question hangs in the air, imbued with a sense of finality and the unspoken acknowledgment that this might be one of the last times he will ask about your future. A future that you’ll be spending without him.

“I’ve decided to finally open that bakery I’ve always dreamed of. It’s something new to look forward to.”

His eyes lit up with a hint of the old George you remember, a small smile playing on his lips. “Will I get any special treatment whenever I visit?”

You shake your head, the smile fading slightly as reality intrudes. “You probably won’t have time to stop by with your busy schedule.”

An awkward silence descends, punctuated by the weight of unfulfilled promises and unmet expectations. The stillness is heavy with the echoes of unspoken regrets and the haunting reminder of what could have been. The conversation stirs a whirlwind of memories, each one a testament to how, over time, George’s career began to overshadow your relationship.

The subtle shift began with small, seemingly insignificant changes—dinner dates frequently postponed, weekend getaways cancelled, and conversations that once flowed effortlessly now reduced to hurried exchanges. His passion for racing, which you once admired and supported, gradually turned into an all-consuming force that claimed more of his time and energy. The promise he made to never let his work come between you gradually eroded, like a fading echo in the vast expanse of his ambition.

You initially accepted the demands of his career, understanding that racing was his first love and the source of his greatest fulfillment. You saw it as an inevitable part of his life, one that you could accommodate as long as it didn’t overshadow your shared moments. But as the months passed, the imbalance became increasingly unbearable. The distance grew, not just in physical terms but in emotional connection. The shared dreams and future plans you once held close began to dissolve, replaced by a solitary sense of longing and disappointment.

Each missed milestone, each neglected promise, built a wall of isolation between you. What started as an occasional inconvenience became a persistent source of heartache. The intimacy you once shared, the spontaneous affection and deep conversations, gave way to a routine marked by George’s relentless pursuit of success. The career that once bound you together now stood as a formidable barrier, leaving you feeling like a secondary consideration in the grand scheme of his ambitions.

You don’t allow your thoughts to linger on the past for too long, on wondering what could’ve been if you both put in a little more effort instead of watching it play out like a movie

You break the silence, your voice trembling slightly as you ask, “and what about you? What’s next for you?”

George’s gaze drifts to the horizon, as though the future is mapped out in the darkness of the night. “I’ll be back on the track as usual. Flying out next week, you know how it goes. It’s a busy schedule but it’s what I do.”

His words are matter-of-fact, yet there’s an undercurrent of melancholy in his tone. He turns his eyes back to you, a flicker of something almost wistful crossing his face. “I’ll miss having you there,” he adds quietly. “Your support, your presence—it made a difference. I always looked forward to seeing you in the stands.”

The sincerity in his voice tugs at something deep inside you. You nod, forcing a smile. “I’m sure the races will be just as thrilling without me. You’ll have plenty of fans cheering you on.”

He smiles faintly, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s not the same,” he says softly. “There was always something special about having you there, cheering me on. I’m going to miss that.”

The honesty in his confession stirs a pang of regret within you. You both know that his career, while a source of pride, has become the very thing that separated you.

George sighs, his thumb brushing lightly against your fingers, reminding you that his hand never left yours. “I never wanted it to end like this,” he said, his voice filled with regret. “In fact, I never wanted it to end at all.”

He clears his throat, the raw emotion evident in his next words. “I thought I could balance everything—my career and us—but I failed. I’m sorry for making you feel like you were never enough. The truth is, you were and still are everything to me.”

Tears prick at your eyes, threatening to spill over, but you blink them away with a deliberate effort. Drawing a deep breath, you muster the strength to respond. “It’s not entirely your fault, you know,” you say softly, your voice quivering with the weight of your emotions.

“You don’t need to apologize. I suppose I should apologize for intruding on your well-laid plans. You always wanted a world championship under your belt, and I genuinely hope you achieve that soon, without having to worry about me.”

As he begins to shake his head in protest, you turn away, pulling your hand gently from his grasp before standing up. “I should’ve realized sooner that your trophies would always hold a higher place in your life than I ever could.”

You made the mistake of glancing at him after your words, and saw him visibly flinch, the impact of your parting words etched clearly on your face. The pain in his expression mirrored the ache in your heart, a stark reminder of the mutual suffering this conversation had caused. The intensity of the moment made it clear that any further discussion would only deepen the emotional wounds.

Deciding to end it there and spare both of you more heartache, you turned away and headed towards the porch steps. You had already planned your leave with a sense of reluctant resolve: you would spend the night at a nearby hotel before flying out the following morning to stay with your sister, seeking comfort and a fresh start in her home.

As you begin to walk down the steps, George’s voice reaches out to you, filled with a mix of urgency and regret. “Where are you going? You’re supposed to leave tomorrow, please, stay here for just one more night.”

You pause, the sincerity in his voice making you hesitate. Turning back, you see the raw vulnerability in his eyes, and something in you shifts. The weight of your decision presses heavily on your chest.

George steps closer, his face pleading as he gently cups your cheeks in his hands. “I want to make it up to you,” he says softly. “I know I should’ve valued you more, I could’ve balanced my life better, I would’ve done everything to keep us together if I’d realized sooner.”

You feel the weight of his words, the sincerity evident in every syllable. You placed your hand atop of his, and for a brief moment, he braces himself for you to push him away. Instead, you simply hold on, a gesture that speaks of the lingering affection between you.

“Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve,” you repeat softly. “It’s too late to blame our past selves for the consequences we face now.”

“Please, stay,” George’s voice trembles, his eyes pleading as he grapples with the reality of your departure, even though the papers are signed and the decision is final.

The raw emotion in his eyes, the vulnerability of his plea, makes your resolve waver. With a sigh, you nod slowly, feeling the tight noose around your heart loosen, giving it a chance to beat. “Alright,” you agree softly. “I’ll stay for one more night.”

In an instant, you close the distance between you, wrapping your arms around him. You cling to him tightly, the familiar warmth of his embrace bringing a flood of bittersweet memories. Despite everything, despite knowing that the circumstances could never change, the love you still feel for him is undeniable.

George holds you just as tightly, burying his face in your hair. “Thank you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for giving me this one last chance.”

You stay like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, letting the silence speak for the love and regrets that words can’t fully capture. For tonight, you can forget the world outside, the signed papers, and the impending separation. For tonight, it’s just you and him, holding on to the remnants of what once was.

George leads you back into the house, his hand warm and steady in yours. Inside, a calm, almost sacred stillness envelops you both. You hadn’t known what to expect, but this quiet comfort is a relief. As you step further in, your eyes fall on the photo frames carefully placed around the room. Each one tells a story of you and George, moments frozen in time, even a few from your wedding day, radiant and full of promise.

Your breath hitches as a thought crosses your mind, a pang of uncertainty mingling with nostalgia. You wonder how soon George will clean up, scrubbing away the memories of your relationship. Part of you knows he still loves you and wouldn’t simply discard them. Yet, you also know the ache these images must bring, a constant reminder of what was and what could have been.

You don’t ask him. The question lingers unspoken between you, too heavy to voice. You can’t bear to hear his answer, whether he’ll keep them or not. It’s easier to pretend, to let the silence hold the unknown.

He glances at you, his eyes following your gaze to the photos. The sadness in his expression mirrors your own thoughts, a silent understanding passing between you.

“Would you like some tea?” he asks, his voice gentle, pulling you back from your reverie.

“That sounds nice,” you reply softly, following him into the kitchen.

The initial awkwardness lingers as you move around each other, carefully choosing your words, mindful of the delicate peace. But as you start to talk about random things, the tension begins to ease. George makes a conscious effort to avoid mentioning racing, and you appreciate it, finding solace in the mundane topics that once filled your conversations.

As hunger sets in, you decide to cook dinner together. In the kitchen, it’s like clockwork. You move around each other with ease, falling back into old routines.

George chops vegetables while you stir a pot on the stove, the familiar rhythm soothing your frayed nerves. You pass utensils and ingredients back and forth without a second thought, your movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance.

“Can you hand me the garlic?” George asks, glancing up at you with a familiar warmth in his eyes.

“Sure,” you say, passing it to him. Your fingers brush, sending a jolt of electricity through you. You catch his eye, and for a moment, the tension is palpable.

As you continue preparing dinner, the air thickens with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. The scent of sautéing garlic fills the room, mingling with the warmth of your shared history.

At one point, you reach for a spice jar on a high shelf. George steps in behind you, his body just inches taller than yours. He places his hands gently on your waist, his fingers barely grazing the bare skin beneath the hem of your shirt, steadying you as you stretch to grab the jar.

You open your mouth to question the unexpected intimacy, but before you can speak, he steps away, his touch lingering like a ghost. He moves to another task, his presence still wrapped around you even though he’s no longer at your side.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart, and continue cooking. The moments of contact are electric, charged with the sexual tension that neither of you dares to act on yet. The unspoken connection between you simmers, waiting to boil over.

As you both move through the kitchen, old jokes and new stories begin to flow. The dinner preparations become an unexpected dance of nostalgia and bittersweet reality, each touch and glance filled with meaning.

As you and George finish cooking, the comforting aroma of the meal fills the kitchen. Together, you set the table, your movements in perfect harmony.

Though you sit across from each other, the table is small enough that if either of you were to stretch your legs, you’d touch. That closeness adds a layer of anticipation, your legs brushing occasionally as you both take your first bites. The flavours are rich and familiar, but the food is secondary to the charged atmosphere around you.

“Remember the first time we tried making this?” George says, his smile tinged with nostalgia.

You laugh softly, nodding. “How could I forget? We nearly burned the kitchen down.”

He chuckles, the sound warm and comforting. “I think we’ve improved since then.”

As you share this moment, you can’t help but graze his leg with your foot under the table, a fleeting touch that sends a thrill through you. George’s eyes flicker with something deeper, a response to the subtle contact. He reached across the table, taking your hand in his, the warmth of his touch grounding you. His thumb gently strokes your knuckles, and the simple act feels intimate, rekindling the connection you thought you had lost.

As he holds your hand, you’re acutely aware of the difference in size. His hand, though not drastically larger, envelopes yours with a comforting presence. You watch as his slender fingers wrap around yours, their familiar warmth a stark reminder of the countless times they explored every inch of your body—especially around your neck, constricting your airway, or on your thighs, gripping tightly as he held them spread open.

George brings your entwined hands to his lips, pressing a tender kiss on the back of your hand, letting his lips linger on your skin for a few moments too long.

A playful impulse overtakes you. You let your foot drift up from the floor, lightly tracing its way up his leg. The touch is feather-light, a teasing caress that sends a thrill through both of you. Your foot slides slowly up his calf, over his knee, and eventually finds its way to his thigh, lingering there.

George’s breath catches, and you feel the tension in his body tighten as his grasp on your palm loosens. His gaze locks with yours, a mixture of surprise and desire flickering in his eyes. You keep your foot gently resting on his thigh, savouring the intimacy of the contact, watching his expression shift from playful to deeply affected.

He mutters your name, “what are you doing?”

Your eyes twinkle with mischief as you shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

George raises his eyebrows, a sly smile painting on his lips as he decides to play your game. “Oh really?”

You maintain your playful facade, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Really,” you reply, trying to keep your tone innocent despite the heat building between you.

George’s hand slips from yours, moving with deliberate slowness to rest on your leg, his fingers lightly brushing against your ankle, pressing it deeper against his thigh.

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “And here I thought you wanted me to be a gentleman tonight,” he murmurs, his voice a sultry whisper that makes your pulse quicken.

Without breaking eye contact, you let your foot inch higher, sliding it delicately between his thighs. It comes to rest over the zipper of his jeans, the contact making you both shiver. His reaction is immediate—his breath catches, and he whispers your name, the sound slipping from his lips with a sinful sweetness that sends a wave of heat through you.

“You thought wrong,” you reply swiftly, a sultry smirk playing on your lips.

George’s breath hitches at your words, a shiver running through his body as you maintain your foot’s gentle pressure, knowing you can feel his hardening cock straining against the denim.

He extends a hand towards you, his fingers curling in a beckoning motion, deliberately mimicking the way he would caress you in more intimate moments. The gesture sends a shiver down your spine, making your breath catch, and instinctively clench your thighs, fighting to control the rush of sensations.

“Come here,” he murmurs, his voice husky and insistent.

You can’t resist the command, the raw magnetism of his presence pulling you towards him. You stand up slowly, the chair scraping softly against the floor as you move. George’s eyes follow your every motion, his piercing eyes remaining on you as you near him.

As you stand between his legs, he pushes his chair back slightly, creating space needed for you to be close. He reaches out, his hands grasping your hips gently but firmly, drawing you nearer. His hands slide up your sides, a touch both tender and possessive, as he gazes up at you with a look that promises more.

He’s quick to pull you on his lap, earning a gasp from your parted lips. George’s grip tightens around your waist, his touch a mix of possessiveness and tenderness. He pulls you closer, his body pressed against yours, and you can feel the fierce need in his actions.

“You have no idea what you’ve started,” he murmurs, his voice a seductive purr. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “No matter what papers we’ve signed, you’re still mine tonight.”

“This,” his fingers hold your left hand, grazing his thumb over the ring still adorned on your finger, “stays on. Just for tonight.”

You close your eyes, letting the weight of his words sink in. The reality of your separation fades into the background as you allow yourself to sink into the fantasy of being his again, if only for a few hours. His touch is intoxicating, a heady blend of past affection and present desire. You give in to the moment, your body responding to his with a familiarity that is both thrilling and deeply comforting.

George’s lips trace a burning path down your neck, leaving kisses that deepen into marks. His lips press against your skin with an almost reverent touch, a dark bruise forming beneath his kisses, a parting gift of sorts that will serve as a reminder of what you shared tonight. He smiles against your skin, satisfied with the mark he’s left, knowing it would evoke memories of tonight whenever you see it over the next few days.

His kisses drift lower, his hand subtly pulling your shirt lower, exposing more of your bare skin to his hungry lips. The heat of this touch, and the slow, deliberate exploration of your body made you shiver, your head tilting back instinctively as you gasp his name. Your hips shift, seeking the friction you crave, driven by the intense need building between your legs.

When George finally pulls back, he chuckles softly as the whimper that escapes your lips. “Look at you,” he murmurs with a teasing edge to his tone. “So desperate already.”

He shifts slightly, his hands sliding up your sides to cradle your face. The tender yet firm grip draws you closer, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. Suddenly, you feel a moment of hesitation, a thought flitting through your mind about the intimacy of kissing him. You almost speak, wanting to tell him that perhaps this was too much, too close for a night meant to be a parting. But the look in his eyes, the sheer depth of his need, pulls you in, rendering you speechless.

In a heartbeat, his lips meet yours, and you lose yourself in the kiss. It’s a fierce, consuming connection, full of all the love and desire that has simmered between you for so long.

As you kiss him, you’re painfully aware that your actions now will likely lead to regret and heartache for your future self. But in this moment, you’re allowing yourself to enjoy the intimacy and closeness, even as you recognize that tomorrow’s pain is a consequence of tonight’s decisions. You surrender to the moment, letting it erase the boundaries the divorce created, allowing yourself to be his once more, just for a few more hours.

His tongue slips in between your lips, teasing and caressing with a gentle insistence that makes your knees weak.

Your hand lingers on his chest, fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt, a silent plea for him to remove it. But he’s so absorbed in your kisses that he barely notices. You pull back just enough to murmur against his lips. “Mm, take your shirt off, baby.”

With a low, breathy chuckle, he pulls away just enough to slip his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. As his bare chest comes into view, you can’t help but trace your fingers over his skin, the muscles beneath your fingertips tensing with every caress.

Before you can place your lips on his skin, his hand gently rests against your throat, holding you back with just enough pressure to make you pause. “Your turn, sweetheart,” he commands.

The return of the pet name makes a blush creep up your cheek. With a slight nod, you move back, your hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. Your eyes stay locked on his as you slowly pull the fabric up and over your head, letting it slip from your fingers and fall to the floor.

George’s gaze roams over you, drinking in the sight of your exposed torso. He pulls you back towards him, his hands sliding up your sides, tracing the curves of your body with utmost care.

He leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to the hollow of your throat, the spot where his hand had just been. The warmth of his lips sends shivers through your body, and you feel a surge of anticipation. As he kisses your skin, his hands move with practiced ease to the clasp of your bra. In one fluid motion, he undoes it, and the flimsy material falls away, landing softly in your lap, leaving your upper body fully exposed to him.

George pulls back slightly, his gaze roaming over you with unabashed desire. His eyes darken as they take in the sight of you, the soft glow of the kitchen light casting a warm hue on your skin. He reaches up, his fingers tracing the curve of your collarbone, down to the swell of your breasts, his touch light but electric.

“You’re perfect,” he breathes, his voice thick with admiration and lust. The words send a rush of warmth through you, making you feel both cherished and desired.

His lips return to your body, this time trailing down from your throat, licking each darkening mark he left earlier, to your collarbone, then lower. Each kiss is slow and deliberate, as if he’s savouring the moment, etching each inch of your body into his mind. When his mouth reaches the sensitive skin of your breast, his tongue flicks out to tease, eliciting a soft moan from you. He takes his time, worshiping you with his lips and tongue, making you arch into his touch, seeking more.

Your hands find their way to his broad shoulders, gripping him tightly as the pleasure builds. George’s fingers dance across your skin, exploring every inch exposed to him, while his mouth continues its maddeningly slow descent. He pauses to take one nipple in his mouth, sucking gently before grazing his teeth lightly, as his other hand kneads your other breast. The dual sensations make you gasp, your head falling back in pleasure.

As he continues to lavish attention on your chest, you feel the heat pooling in your core, your body responding to his every touch. You grind against him, seeking friction, feeling the hardness of his cock, still strained underneath his jeans.

George lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours, filled with a mix of tenderness and hunger. “I want you,” he whispers.

You nod, breathless and needy. “I’m yours,” you reply, “just for tonight, I’m yours.”

Without another word, George lifts you effortlessly, his hands strong and sure as they grip your waist. You wrap your legs around his torso, feeling the heat of his body against yours as he carries you upstairs. He pushes the bedroom door open with his shoulder, his lips finding yours again in a hungry kiss.

George sets you down gently in the middle of the bed, placing a tender kiss on your lips before moving down your body as you lie back. His touch is both reverent and teasing, his fingers trailing down your skin, igniting a trail of fire in their wake. He stops at your breasts, giving each nipple the attention it craves. He circles his thumb around the peak, teasing you, before pinching the bud sharply between his fingers, earning a needy whine from your lips. He envelops your nipple in the heat of his mouth, easing the sting with a filthy, wet kiss, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. Moving away, he repeats his actions on your other nipple, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

George continues his journey down your body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses and love bites, sucking as many marks as he wishes. Each bruise is a reminder of his presence, a mark of possession that makes your core throb with desire. He reaches the hem of your pants and glances up at you, his eyes widening when he realizes you are already watching him, your gaze intense as he drives you to the brink of madness.

“Please, George,” you mutter, your voice already raw from the moans you’ve let out. The plea is filled with desperation and need, your body aching for more of his touch.

He slides his fingers below the waistband of your pants, his touch electrifying. You lift your hips to help him remove the fabric, making it easier for him to pull your pants away from your body. He parts your thighs, settling himself on his knees between them. His eyes glaze over with desire as he takes in the sight of your soaked panties. You might have felt embarrassed by how wet you are, but the way his eyes darken with hunger reassures you. He licks his lips, his gaze never leaving your covered pussy.

He reluctantly shifts his gaze to meet your eyes again. “You’re dripping, love. Glad to know I still have that effect on you,” he states, dragging his thumb over your cunt, causing you to instinctively push your hips up, but it’s no avail as he moves his hand away, leaving you aching for more.

You roll your eyes at his words. “You always have that effect on me, don’t act like you didn’t know that.”

He chuckles, sitting back on his haunches, bringing his thumb up to his lips. Your mouth drops open as he licks your wetness off his thumb, humming delightfully at the taste.

“Ah, mouthy now?” He shook his head in faux disappointment. “By the time I’m done with you, the only word you’ll speak is my name.” He leans over you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before properly settling between your parted thighs, his face near your covered cunt.

With a sudden rough motion, he grabs your panties and rips them off, the fabric tearing easily in his hand. The sheer force of it sends a thrill through you, a gasp leaving your mouth as you mutter his name.

He tosses the shredded material aside, gaze remaining between your legs. “There’s my pretty cunt,” he mumbles, his voice low and filled with desire. He barely sticks the tip of his tongue out as he notices the glint of your wetness coating your folds.

You clench involuntarily at his words, not going unnoticed by him. He glances at you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah? It’s mine isn’t it?” His voice is a seductive whisper, egging you on, as he watches your reaction.

You nod, a whine escaping your lips as you meet his gaze. “Yes, it’s yours,” you admit, the truth of your words resonating in the heated space between you.

George’s smirk deepens, satisfaction evident in his eyes. “Good girl,” he praises, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

He dips his head, his tongue finally making contact with your pussy. The sensation is electric, your back arching instinctively as your hips lift from the bed. His hands press you back against the mattress, splayed wide on your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you spread open.

His tongue flicks and circles your clit, driving you wild with need. George takes his time, savouring every moment as he gathers your wetness with his tongue, moaning against your cunt, the vibrations adding to your pleasure.

Your hand finds its way into his hair, tangling in the soft strands as you hold him close. His name falls from your lips like a prayer, your body arching into his touch as he brings you closer and closer to release.

George’s eyes flick up to meet yours, the intensity in his eyes sending another wave of pleasure through you. He moves one hand from your thigh to your cunt, collecting the slick between your folds. He coats his finger before sliding it inside you, the sensation making you gasp.

One finger quickly turns into two, pumping them in and out of you, matching the rhythm of his tongue. His fingers, long and skilled, find that perfect spot inside you, making you see stars. The pleasure builds rapidly, each thrust and lick driving you closer to the edge.

When he adds a third finger, your body reacts instantly, a cry escaping your lips. “George,” you moan, barely able to utter a warning before your orgasm crashes over you. Wave after wave of pleasure washes through your body, your muscles clenching around his fingers. You call out his name, your body trembling as he continues to work you through your climax, his relentless tongue and fingers not stopping until you’re completely spent.

He finally eases his fingers out of you, his mouth trailing kisses up your body, tasting the sheen of sweat on your skin. He reaches your lips, pressing a gentle kiss there, tasting yourself on his mouth.

You’re breathless, your body still tingling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. “I want you,” you manage to whisper, your voice hoarse from the intensity.

George’s eyes darken with desire, his own breath coming in shallow gasps. “I want you too,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. He leans back, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes, the sight of his naked body stirring a fresh wave of arousal within you.

George leans over you, positioning himself between your legs once more, but this time his hardened cock nudges your pussy. Sliding it between your folds, he slicks up his length with your cum, nudging your clit a few times with the tip, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Please, George,” you plead, your voice breathless with desire. “Stop teasing me.”

With a deep groan, George finally slides into you, filling you completely. He pauses for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the sensation, then almost pulls out before thrusting back in, taking your breath away. The sensation is overwhelming, your bodies perfectly in sync as he sets a brutal pace. Each thrust is powerful and deliberate, hitting the perfect spot inside you.

The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you intimately connected, lost in the moment. The room is filled with obscene sounds—gasps, moans, the slick sound of skin slapping against skin. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through your body, each movement driving you closer to the edge.

George’s movements become more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he loses himself in the heat of your cunt enveloping him over and over. “You feel so good,” he mutters, his voice strained with desire and pleasure.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving marks as you cling to him. Your only response is a moan, your voice filled with raw need. The pleasure builds rapidly in your core, your body tightening around him, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

George brings his fingers to your lips. “Open,” he commands, his voice deep, his accent more prominent. You obey him, sticking your tongue out and taking his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them and muffling your moans.

His fingers, now slick with your spit, leave your mouth and travel to your clit. He pinches it between his fingers, then begins rubbing tight circles, the added stimulation making your body tremble. His other hand finds its way to your throat, applying just enough pressure to restrict a bit of oxygen entering your body. The combination of sensations makes you clench down on him, your body responding to every touch, every thrust.

George’s thrusts become even more frenzied, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. The pleasure is overwhelming, your body on a brink of another release so soon. His fingers on your clit, his hand on your throat, his cock filling you completely—it’s all too much.

“Cum for me,” he demands, his voice rough. “Cum for me, love.”

The command sends you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you. You cry out his name, your body trembling as you cling to him, your nails digging into his skin.

George follows you over the edge, a deep groan escaping his lips as he reaches his own release. His thrusts slow down as he fills you with his cum, his body shuddering.

Pulling out, he collapses on top of you, his body spent but his arms wrap around you, holding you close. Your breaths are ragged, your bodies covered in a sheen of sweat but you stay entwined, savouring the closeness and intimacy of the moment.

After a few moments, George lifts himself off you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. He leaves the bed and returns with a warm damp cloth, carefully cleaning you up. His touch is soft and soothing, a stark contrast to the raw intensity you just shared.

As you lie there, your eyes drift to the clock, noting the time with a heavy heart. Only a few hours remain before sunrise. Though you keep your thoughts to yourself, a mental countdown begins, marking each fleeting minute as the fantasy edges closer to its inevitable end. For now, you push those thoughts aside, unwilling to let them intrude upon the closeness you’ve been granted.

George settles back into bed, drawing you into his embrace. His body is warm and reassuring, and he holds you close, as if trying to anchor you both in this fragile moment. His fingers gently stroke your hair, and his murmured words are soft, a soothing balm against the emotional rawness you both feel.

In his arms, you allow yourself to savor the love and tenderness that had been absent from your relationship, even though you know it comes too late. You stroke his cheek with your thumb, pulling him in for a kiss that’s slow and filled with an aching sadness. This kiss is not driven by the fiery passion of earlier but is instead a testament to the longing and melancholy that now defines your connection.

George tries to change the pace, his hands cupping your face as if to draw you back into a passionate kiss, but you resist, determined to let this moment linger. Each touch, each kiss, is a memory you wish to imprint deeply into your mind, a final, bittersweet echo of what might have been.

When you finally pull away, you rest your forehead against his, eyes closed as if to shield yourself from the inevitable morning. The silence between you feels dense and heavy, like quicksand pulling you both deeper into an emotional mire. It’s a silence that speaks volumes, a quiet weight that settles heavily on your hearts.

His voice breaks through the silence, soft yet resolute. “I love you,” he murmurs, the words wrapped in a tenderness that makes your heart ache.

You take a shaky breath, feeling the sting of tears behind your eyelids. “I’ll always love you too,” you reply, your voice barely more than a whisper, yet filled with a depth of emotion that words alone can scarcely capture.

In that fleeting, fragile moment, you hold onto each other, letting the intimacy of your shared silence and the echo of your promises wrap around you like a bittersweet embrace. The world outside begins to stir, but within this cocoon of quiet, time seems to stand still, allowing you both to savor the final fragments of a love that was beautiful but not enough.

As the first light of dawn begins to creep through the curtains, a soft glow starts to illuminate the room. George remains close, his breathing steady and calm as he sleeps beside you, but you lie awake, your mind awash with the bittersweetness of the night.

The silence is no longer just a weight; it’s a space where every unsaid word and unresolved feeling seems to echo. You trace patterns on his chest with your fingers, savoring the warmth and the closeness while feeling the sting of impending farewell.

The morning light casts gentle shadows across the room, highlighting the contrast between the intense passion of the night and the tender, almost fragile peace of the morning. You take in the sight of George, his features softened in sleep, a small, wistful smile playing on his lips. It’s a reminder of the affection you’ve longed for, now tinged with the realization of its fleeting nature.

You let your gaze linger on him, the hurt and longing swirling within you. The memory of his touch and his kisses will linger, a beautiful ache that will accompany you as you face the day ahead. Each moment shared is a precious token to be cherished, even as you prepare to confront the reality of your separation.

Gently, you begin to disentangle yourself from his embrace, careful not to disturb him. The softness of the bed and the warmth of his body seem to hold you in a tender cocoon, but you rise, moving with a quiet grace. You dress in the dim light, each movement a silent farewell to the night that has just passed.

With one last look at George, you take a deep breath, trying to memorize the calm of his sleeping face, the last remnant of the passion and intimacy you’ve shared. You leave the room, stepping into the dawn, where the world is awakening and the day is ready to begin.

The fantasy of the night dissolves into the morning’s reality, but the memory of his touch and the echoes of his love will remain with you, a haunting yet beautiful reminder of what once was.

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PAIRING(S):: nsb x reader

GENRE(S):: reaction, soft/fluff

W.C:: 686

WARNING(S):: cursing, none

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:: this is my first time doing this, sorry if it sucks😭😭 enjoy!!

ʚ 𝗢𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 ɞ 

As we all know, Oliver is a teddy bear, so he would do anything to make you happy is existence is already enough i cant😭 Among all the things he does, he loves singing for you: he would do it when you are sad, to make you fall asleep, even randomly. He would always sing love songs and he would also change the lyrics a little bit to make them specifically for you IM CRYING

ʚ 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻 ɞ 

Darren fought so hard to get a partner 💀 that now he doesn't want to ruin anything (you are basically stuck with him LMAO HELP-🤡🤡). He knows too damn well you love the food he cooks, so he would cook for you almost every day give me a Darren pls. He'd cook for special occasions (such as birthday, mensiversary, graduation or/and meeting your parents) or even randomly, you know, just because he loves you so much. Speaking of parents, after eating Darren's food they'd probably tell you to marry him asap😭😭😭 no but fr they'd be speechless who wouldn't bruh

ʚ 𝗦𝗲𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗻 ɞ 

As we could see, Seb is tall asf, so if you are shorter than him he would help you by taking things that are on high furniture. He finds it so cute when he sees you struggle while trying to reach the damn thing but failing miserably😭 But this doesn't stop him from making fun of you🤡 in fact you'll find out that most of the time, Sebastian puts the things you need higher just to see his pretty s/o trying to reach it without his help. Sometimes he would also pick you up and let you take it, then he'd let you sit on the kitchen counter and tell you how much he loves you and how cute you are in a jokingly but significant and caring way.

ʚ 𝗥𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗲 ɞ 

You and Regie would do late car rides almost every single night. I guess he would do this if you are studying/working too much and you are stressing yourself: he would take you to McDonald's and buy you a milkshake, then keep driving around while listening to the playlist he made for this occasions. The lights of the city lighting up your face, the wind meeting your eyes as you close them, the music hugging you and making you feel like there's only you and Regie, and last but not least, your boyfriend driving silently and looking at you sometimes to check if you are sleeping and doing good I FUCKING WANT THIS RIGHT NOW

ʚ 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝗲 ɞ 

Kane is a cutie pie, no wonder he would do something cute for you, for example, he would buy matching things for the two of you. Whenever you two hang out he wants to buy something for you sobbing rn. He already bought matching bracelets, matching hoodies and t-shirts, and necklaces. He would also buy them as a surprise/gift for you!! He'd go to you and be like "Babe I have a thing for you" while smiling as he always does im melting istg. He is the cutest.

ʚ 𝗥𝘆𝗮𝗻 ɞ help not my loml

Most people think Ryan isn't a big fan of skinship and hates it, but honestly he likes it a lot, especially kisses. In my opinion, he would kiss you, or at least try to, everywhere. His favorite places to kiss are probably your lips and your hands I WANT THIS MAN RIGHT NOW UFF He would kiss your hands when you are in public or around the members so they don't feel uncomfortable (bad that you two don't know they simp for you everytime and that they love you as a couple rip), while kisses on the lips mostly in private. You guys kiss on the lips in public too, but most of the times things get hotter and you end up making out I AM SIMPING

ʚ 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻 ɞ

And last but not least, we have Justin. Our precious JP is such a lovely and kind boy, but also funny! That's why he would always propose to do something fun!! His favorite thing is Just Dance: man doesnt even care if you cant dance, he just wants to spend time with you and have fun tearing hard fr. He would also propose karaoke! You'd try to sing as better as possible, but ending up doing voices and acting like you are having a whole concert in front a huge crowd. He loves seeing you happy, so he'll do anything possible to make you smile or laugh at least once (spoiler: you'd end up smiling all the time)

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[brisquad-unit-4402]

Hello unit 4402!

So tomorrow's luxiem new outfit reveal and judging from the silhouette, we're hoping for some ponytail shu yamino. Can't help but come back to your mini hcs about him having his hair tied up and reveal his neck..

Ok im sorry i've fallen too deep into this rabbit hole called simping for shu yamino i should be going by now bye have a nice day ashwbshwuqwjkl

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no ur right. but while i’m at it. BRUH I WAS RIGHT. I WAS SO RIGHT. WHY IS HE SO FUCKING HOT EVEN WHEN ALL WE HAVE IS A SILHOUETTE. I’M SO MAD. CAN YOU NOT SAVE ANY DRIP FOR THE REST OF US KING. FUCK OFFFFFF

but also not really bc we as a society have not talked enough about shu with long hair being so pretty and now i’m glad that we can address what a massive fucking dub that is. i could be going so insane rn.

you guys are sooooo lucky i’m too tired to type out how handsome shu is. soooo lucky i can barely think in full sentences much less articulate how nice it is to see his face in all its amethyst glory and still be able to comb through his hair through your fingers.

dude i’m so gone rn i wanna kiss his forehead SO BAD. maaaan. he deserves a million and one kisses and all the love in the world, he’s actually so gorgeous and has such a comfortable personality. he’d be so modest and shy when you tell him that too. all blushy and stuttery even after you kiss every inch of his face and the top of his head and his exposed neck, which isn’t used to his hair being out of the way and shivers so much at just the feeling of your lips on his nape. he just goes from stuttery to speechless the more intense you get against his skin like he’s your territory, and your hands in his ponytail can go from relaxing to hot real fast. you’ve got the driving wheel in your hands and he’s willing to follow your lead even when he thinks all your love against his neck is what will make his heart explode

(also uhhh. idk how to integrate this one here but corsets cinch the waist and makes them look way smaller than they actually are. so like. either hoel-mama commits to the biceps + sideboob muscle and lets him have such a nice set of abs, or turns out his waist is just that snatched naturally, you know, like he was invented to be perfectly grabbable. or we keep the corset which has to be one of the top 5 pieces of clothing ever. we literally can’t lose)

(update: UGHHH GOD I DIDNT EVEN MENTION HOW HIS PONYTAIL LETS YOU AIM FOR HIS EAR WITH PERCISION AND THE LITTLE MOANS HE MAKES IN RESPONSE. FUUUUCK)

[angstandhappiness]

NICE

@blood-king #how are you literally ALWAYS on my dash????#anyways this is so concise and awesome#love the dark streaks for age aND god just. aroace wukong is correct wukong#almost went into wayy too much depth in the tag oop#but!!! when you posted the first of the goku inspired wukong i had legit just watched legacy and thats exsctly what it reminded me of#so cool that you took inspo from it!!!#forgot abt the sun family for a brief peaceful moment until this post [sobs]#love how the scars remain gold like when repairing broken pottery (i think its called kintsugi in japan? anyways) just. yes#that or the scars are constantly bleeding? either way just 1000/10 as usual#this is dope. absolutely stunning. would in fact steal his coat#blood and ink

@purrbleish #well fUCK HDSAHDHAS FUCKING CRIES#RHYYY THIS IS SO FUCKING GOO O ODO YOUR DESIGN FOR HIM IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING#WAHTH EFUCKKCC#eats this and fuckign runs away with it#keeps this in my pocket for..later..#......runs

@alwaysdreamer-u #i love your wukong so much#precious monkey

@rueblues #god just#i am speechless#this design is so good#no fuck that it's amazing#the amount of detail here is astronomical#im gonna reread this so much#op you are doing gods work rn#ANYWAYS

@fl0ral-inkk #-AGGRESSIVE GREMLIN SOUNDS#JSHDHDVDVSGAVSBSHGWGVDCDVD#CHEFS KISS#I LOVE ‘EM#VERY SQUISHABLE FACE#HE’D PROBABLY PUNCH ME BUT I’D THANK HIM#IM SORRY TO EVERYONE WHO FOLLWS ME THIS IS HOW I DIE

@dangerdayyys #I LOVE YOUR DESIGNS SO MUCH#HES SO PRETTY IM GOING TO EXPLODE

@mel-the-indolent #YOOOOOOO

@stellawolfe30 #bruh um eating this shit up man#this#this is so good fuck#Im an Mk stan but in slowly becoming a wukong stan as well

Anonymous asked: will you ever make a LSWK design guide?

YES! ANYWAYS!

This is all for Lego Sun Wukong by the way! Yes I'm insane! Yes I do not care! take the food. take it. here's the guide

I gave my SWK some tattoos to make up the tiger design he's often tied to in games and transformations 🤔 it's always neat to see others include it outside of his tiger form

a little HC is that Sun Wukong (and Macaque) originally had light fur like actual macaques do and it gets darker when they age! So the light streaks of white fur and orange fur are all hints that he's still a little young but he's obviously aged.

All of SWK's scars are optional! I always assume when I don't draw them it's because they're glamoured away for the sake of keep up appearances 🤔

As I've stated before, his fur darkens or lightens depending on his mood! These are all angry/over emotional except for the second expression but the point stands!

The additional colors to his face markings don't have to be done! The only thing I'd keep consistent is the red markings over his eyes!

And then we have the burning God SWK form! This one's funky, I based it off the recently released Goku short but prior to that I had a volcanic God Form for SWK (still in the first few #godswk posts i have on my blog) and it's what his non-active mode is supposed to represent!

And speaking of God Forms! There's two versions: Celestial and Corrupt :D

The text inside the images show more of what you need to know but the additional fact is that the Corrupt God Form is still much larger than average SWK (around 8ft) and the speaking tone remains the same (because I care too much for LSWK's VA to even dream of giving him another VA ever)

Oh did you mention human disguises? No? Sucks!

If anyone's watched the 1996 show then you know what the outfit is from :D

Additionally: I do think SWK would look amazing in black hair for his human design but I don't want people mistaking him for Macaque so i compromised and gave him darkening hair like his actual design has! (Funny thing: humans think the lower part of his hair is dyed.. the fools)

Loki 🤝 SWK Genderfluid shapeshifters who don't give a fuck about how they appear so long as they're comfortable in how they look

Final thing!

I will ALWAYS hc Sun Wukong in any version as an aroace gay! Always! Idc! hates romance and isn't attracted by the concept of relationships and prefers men over anything if he had to pick one.

and lil bonus cheebs :D

and.. that's it! thank you for reading :D

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[h2bakugou]

could I request a headcanon where bakugo, kaminari, kirishima, and maybe todoroki (that’s not too many) react to their gf giving them a painting they made with their body

a/n: yes! im a bit late for this trend but it’s super cute and i wanna do this bruh, i have a canvas i just need to repaint it and then boom

headcanon: them reacting to receiving their s/o’s painting they made with their body

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, 16+ for mild suggestive themes?

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katsuki bakugou

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You’ve seen the trend a few times before you finally get the guts to do it for Bakugou. 

You’re super excited when the time comes. You’ve never done something like this. All the gifts you’ve given Bakugou before were usually store-bought, either a small piece of jewelry or a new sweater or shirt.

Never a painting that you made.

After getting all the craft supplies to make it, you turn on some music and get to work.

Painting the canvas a solid black color, you wait for it to dry as you look at the color of paint you’ve chosen to use on your body. A bright orange that matches the highlights of Bakugou’s hero costume.

You roll your shorts up and begin to apply the paint after feeling that the black has dried on your canvas.

Applying the paint is tricky, but with the help of a mirror, you’re able to apply it evenly. 

Pressing your bottom down on the canvas, you can’t help but laugh at the situation. You’d just printed your ass in bright orange onto a canvas.

You let your butt rest against the canvas as you lifted the leg you were going to paint and stamp next, applying paint to it carefully as to not let it drip onto the canvas.

You pressed your leg down and used your hands to push it against the canvas.

Sitting for a minute or so, you soon got up and did your hand last. Looking at it from afar, it looked great.

You touched it up some, made the color opaque and then cleaned up. You made sure to sign your name on the bottom in the matching orange paint carefully.

You got most of the paint off, but the rest you’d have to scrub off in the shower. You threw on some loose pants and waited for your canvas to dry completely before taking it to Bakugou’s room.

 Bakugou was finishing up some homework when you knocked on his door.

“Come in.” He groaned, not expecting to see you hiding behind a canvas in his doorway.

“Happy anniversary.” You smiled and handed him the canvas. When he turned it over his cheeks flushed red.

“Holy shit.” 

“I know it’s not much-”

“You’re a fucking piece of art.” Bakugou set the canvas down and pulled you into him, his lips landing firmly against your own.

The kiss was rough, but sensual.

“Does this mean you like it?” You pull away and giggle.

“I love it.”

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denki kaminari

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You’ve got the supplies and you’re ready to get to work. You’ve painted your canvas black and you’ve selected a nice electric yellow.

It’s an easy process of applying the paint.

But as you’re sitting on the canvas, stamping your ass on it, you begin to wonder if Kaminari would like it.

He’s can be a bit perverted, but he’s still super sweet. Is this going to make him short circuit?

You’ve been together for a few months now, and for just a random reason, you wanted to do this for him.

You’ve seen the trend and you want to surprise him.

After successfully stamping your body to the canvas, you sign it and let it dry before delivering it to him.

You dress in one of his electric pun related shirts and some sweatpants and make your trip to go give it to him.

When you arrive, he’s playing Mario Kart with Sero and somehow beating him.

You wait for him to be finished before you give him the gift, not wanting to interrupt his game.

“Alright baby! What’s an angel like you need?” He sets his controller down and walks over to you, giving you a kiss, totally ignoring the canvas your holding.

“I made you something.” You smile, turning the canvas over. 

And just like you’d feared, sparks of electricity begin to shoot off of him, his cheeks burning a bright pink shade.

“It’s-you’re...beautiful.” Kaminari mumbles, looking at it and then back up to you.

Sero looks at the canvas and his cheeks brighten up a bit too, but he looks away respectfully.

“This is amazing, can I hang it up?” Kaminari asks, his eyes wide and full of love as he looks at you.

“It’s yours, do whatever you’d like with it, silly.” You kiss his cheek as you watch him jolt over to his bed and quickly move a poster so he can hang it up.

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eijiro kirishima

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After seeing the trend, you’re set on making one for Kirishima. You’ve been together for a few months, and feeling a little confident, you decide to surprise him for training so hard these past few weeks.

You paint your canvas the day before you plan on doing the project so it’s already dry and ready for you to plaster yourself on it.

You’ve chosen a crimson color, similar to the shades of red in both his hero costume and his dyed hair.

Kirishima always tries really hard, and his determination inspires you. He has his moments of self-doubt, but it just goes to show that he’s human, like you.

This is something you wanted to do because of him. Kirishima is always telling you how beautiful you are, and it’s hard to feel beautiful sometimes. So, feeling confident, you decide to make yourself, and him a little gift.

The process of stamping your butt, leg, and hand to the canvas is fun, and something you’ll remember forever.

You love the way it looks when it’s finished, and you’re proud of yourself.

Kirishima is lifting weights as he studies when you knock on his door. He shouts for you to come in.

“Hey babe!” He smiles when he sees you. You walk through the door, shimmying the canvas along with you.

“Hey Kiri.” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek and smile as you hold the canvas behind your back.

“What’s that?” He questions, eyeing the canvas.

“You’ve been working hard, and you also reminded me that we’re beautiful. So I made you something to say thank you.”

You hand him the canvas and he’s speechless.

Kiri’s heart was racing as he stared at the perfection before him. He would’ve packed it up and sent it to the nearest art museum to hang it there.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He whispers as he sets the canvas down and walks toward you, pulling you into a hug.

“Thank you, you’re gorgeous too.” You smile, kissing him softly.

“You are truly a work of art.” Kirishima pulls away and nuzzles you closer.

“Can I make one of these for you?” He asks innocently.

“Kiri!” Your face begins to heat up.

“What?!” It hits him. He face palms and waves his hand at you.

“Shut up!” You two begin to laugh.

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shoto todoroki

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After taking a few dates to art museums, and the trend you’ve seen all over social media, you’re inspired to give Todoroki an art piece.

It’s more of a gift for him being himself since your anniversary isn’t for another week or so.

But there’s nothing wrong with giving gifts to each other.

You paint your canvas black and let it dry. You’ve chosen a bright navy color, one similar to the color of his hero costume.

At first, you were going to do a classic red and white combo, but you figured he was probably tired of seeing the same color combo in everything.

So you rolled up your shorts and got to work applying the paint on your butt. When you sat down on the canvas, it was an odd feeling. The cold paint had gave you chills when you first applied it, but you soon got used to the feeling.

It was like cuddling up to Shoto’s right side on trips or whenever you two got time alone.

Applying the paint to your leg and pressing it against the canvas, you sat and waited for the paint to stick to the canvas. Standing, you did your hand print and did some final touches.

Letting it dry was surprisingly more agonizing than you thought. You were brimming with excitement, ready to go give it to him already.

when it was finally dry, you put on one of his sweaters, one you’d ‘borrowed’ from him, and some cozy pants.

Todoroki was reading in his room, skimming over a few chapters in one of the classes reading assignments.

when you knocked, he spoke up for you to come in. His eyes immediately noticed the canvas you were holding.

“Hey baby.” He says softly, a gentle smile on his lips. You could always lift whatever mood he was in.

“Hey Sho.” You respond as you tiptoe into his room. You bite your lip as you begin to speak.

“I made you something, and I hope you like it.” You turn over the canvas and hand it to him.

His eyes widen and his cheeks flush.

Your body was painted in a familiar shade of blue as he stares down at the art. It’s gorgeous.

“You made your body into art.” Todoroki hums quietly as he glances at a wall, ready to hang it up already.

“I did, it was a trend I saw-”

“You are a masterpiece, I am honored to have this.” Todoroki set the canvas down carefully and moves over toward you, peppering you with kisses.

“I love it, thank you.” Todoroki thanks you for your gift and your own cheeks begin to heat up.

“I’m glad you like it.” You smile, butterflies floating around in your stomach.

“You should make some more art, it’s lovely.” Todoroki admires it some more.

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masterlist

[forjongseong]

NANA I AM FINALLY HERE AND AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH okay the way you described Jay cooking and his mom telling him to chill BRUH LMAO me tbh and then MR. LEE THE REALEST ONE OUT HERE approaching jay!!!!!!

Is this a goodbye set?

SHUT THE FUCK-

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I don’t feel like pushing the trolley alone.

BRUH ME AF LMAO i always take my nieces and nephews to the store with me. i make them push the carts and carry the basket. lol they think im buying them things, WHICH I DO, but i make them work for me hehehehehehh

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Each day you spend with Heeseung, you learn something new about Jay.

STOP IT! MY HEART IS BREAKING ALREADY.

-

“Do you see him in your future?”

NANA! not me listening to taylor swift and crying omfg I CANT WAIT TO TELL MY BF LATER AND CRY TO HIM T_T

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You rolled over to the right side of your bed, where Jay used to sleep. You caught a whiff of his scent from the pillowcase and you froze.

omg nana, not me legit crying lol like idk what it is about me rn, but i am IN TEARS emo hours hitting hard lolol maybe because i was brought back to when my bf and i first broke up and i was missing him. ugh, we were stupid then but stupidly in love now. dhadhashsahahaah T-T

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When ordering a drink at a café, he mentioned your favorite drink instead of his own

stopppppppp it omfg my heart is crushing i- i cant right now.

-

Surprisingly, Jinyoung did not fall back and instead retaliated, landing a punch on Jay’s face.

THE WAY I FUCKING SCREAMED but i need to stop screaming. my sister is asleep and she works third shift sfashdhajdsak

-

He let you move his face around, and although he looked serious, he was dying inside from having to suppress the feeling of wanting to just pull you into his embrace.

nana i am gushing here LORDDDD i can picture this all so well T-T jay just wanting to just throw everything away and hug her aaahhhh!!

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Soon after, you stopped in your tracks and looked down, sobbing.

i wasnt gonna comment on this but I JUST HAD TO. i paused from reading and broke down crying idk why defghdjsakda maybe because i've been here before and i understand where she's coming from

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“I’ve said stuff I didn’t mean that ended up driving you away.”

Jay chuckled softly. “If anything, I should be the one apologizing for leaving you all alone.”

me cryingcryingcrying omfg DO YOU KNOW MY LIFE, NANA? lmao jkjk

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“Hey, Park, I just wanted to ask—Oh, shit.”

HWI I AM CRYING HERE OMG WHY DID U RUIN THE MOMENT SDFGHJKL

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He didn’t need to walk through fire, for his fire was you.

my heart is so fucking happy right now, LIKE THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!!

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OKAY NANA HERE IT IS LMAO i fucking love this series so much. SO FUCKING MUCH. their lil argument and jay being away got me in tears. when she slipped in the bathroom and called for jay, I CRIED. i paused again and broke down crying. like i said, relatable to when my bf and i broke up the first time. im in shambles, speechless, BECAUSE THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL, NANA. my heart strings were tugged and then i walked through fire with jay T_T thank you soooooooo much for writing this. <3

Man I'm sorry this relates to you so much I swear I wasn't spying on you and your boyfriend! akjsdhkjasdhsakjhsda what Taylor Swift song were you listening too? Did you tell your bf yet?

prepare for part 5.5 in which boss yn and secretary!Jay go on a trip (spoiler alert) with the rest of the hyungline!