#crushed him and just. went and married someone else not long after breaking up

[freewriterevangeline]

A story about Jason in college. Jason finding his way. Figuring out his path and just who he is and wants to be. Adventures. Traveling. Finally aiming toward becoming an agent. When he's recruited.

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

Let you break my heart again - Anakin x Jedi reader

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Author’s note: hi. so uh. yeah I got a little silly and decided to write angst again. and wrote more than I was aiming for but that’s okay LMAO— Also omg THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON MY SWISS FIC?? you’re the best <3 Other things to note: Revenge of the Sith era Anakin but Anakin and Padmé aren’t married (they’re courting/dating), reader is a Jedi and has had a crush on Anakin since like the beginning of time /j, reader is majorly jealous of Padmé

Warnings: ANGST, unrequited love, hurt/comfort, Anakin uses a derogatory word for droids, no pronouns used for reader

Word count: 2114 words

Propped against a wall, you saw Anakin enter the Jedi temple, looking a bit disheveled. But  you knew he had just returned from a mission with Obi-Wan, so maybe it went terribly wrong, maybe it went really well. 

You attempted to approach him, but Padmé had already beat you to it, like she always did. You felt a pang in your heart as you saw him hug her, longing to be in her place. Sadly, you knew it would never happen, with the looks they’d exchange with each other when they thought no one was watching. But you were. Finally, after what had seemed like forever, Padmé left to do her duties. You took this opportunity and rushed to him, your heart skipping a beat. “Hey.. how did it go?” You asked with a soft smile. Anakin nodded at you, then sighed. “Fine, I guess.. We didn’t really do much, just killed a bunch of clankers.” You caught yourself before making a face at him for using the derogatory word for droids; but you understood why he chose that word. 

“Well.. I mean, at least it was.. good practice?” You giggled a bit, trying to cheer him up. 

Anakin forced a light chuckle. “Yeah..” He said, looking off to the side, his mind somewhere else. You gave him a soft look. “Hey.. everything okay over there?” You asked kindly, your heart skipping a beat as he looked back at you. “No.. not really…” he admitted with a sigh. He seemed like he wanted to say more, but couldn’t find the right words. “..thanks for asking, though.” He added sincerely. 

You furrowed your brows and studied his expression. “Hey, uh… do you want to go somewhere else and talk about it, perhaps?” You offered. 

He thought for a moment and then nodded slowly. “Yeah, I could use… someone to talk to...” 

“Alright, then. Wanna head to the library? It’s usually deserted at this hour..” You smiled at him, and Anakin perked up a little at the mention of it. “Yeah, actually… that’d be great.. there’s some new data I’ve been meaning to catch up on as well.” 

You two slowly made your way to the library, finding a table in the very back. Anakin sat down on one of the old worn out chairs, staring into the oblivion. “I feel… different..” He mumbled, almost to himself. “What’s wrong?” You sat down next to him, tilting your head and studying his expression. You waited a few seconds before speaking up. “..is it about Padmé?” You question. 

Anakin nodded. It was hard to explain, but he felt something. Something that both terrified him and excited him. 

“How did you know?” Anakin asked. “Ahah.. lucky guess?” You smiled, then giving him a sympathetic look. “..is she okay? Are you two okay?”

Anakin sighed. "Yeah... I think we are." He put his head down, leaning his arms on the table. 

“She's so beautiful…” Anakin whispered. “And she's smart.. And... caring... and... wonderful…”  Anakin trailed off, unknowingly breaking your heart with every word. “…You love her a lot… don’t you? Well, I bet my lightsaber she loves you a lot as well.” You tried to smile through the pain, asking the very question that could possibly break you, but you had to know. 

Anakin looked up at you, a look of uncertainty on this face. “No, it's not that. I love her… it's just... It’s hard to describe.” Anakin said. 

“But.. sometimes, I just feel like... I don't need this.” He looked away from you. 

“This… this whole Jedi… thing. I don’t know if I want to be a Jedi anymore.” Anakin whispered, his words dripping with emotion. “I want something different.” He said hesitantly, looking back at you. 

“…I see. What is it you want, exactly?” You whispered curiously. Anakin seemed to think for awhile. 

“I don't want the Jedi Order, that's for sure.” Anakin said. 

“I want freedom. I want... something... more. Something..." He trailed off. 

“I want to be happy.” Anakin finally said, almost as if it was a confession. “But I'm... afraid.” 

You nodded in understanding. You want freedom too, but not in the same way; you wanted to just be free from this unrequited love, to be free from this constant heartbreak…

“…why are you afraid?” You asked him softly. 

Anakin stared at the table in front of him. “I don’t know, it’s just… if I let go of this… this Jedi thing…” He said, the word ‘Jedi’ having a slight hint of hatred in it. “..I’m not sure if I can become anything else. But at the same time… I don’t want this.” He continued, looking like he was on the verge of tears.  

You nodded. “I understand. I really do..”

You so desperately wanted to reach out and hold Anakin's hand, to comfort him and tell him that everything will be okay as long as they have each other. But you couldn't. You weren’t Padmé.

“…I feel like I'm going insane…” Anakin whispered, his voice quiet and strained. He felt ashamed, but also somewhat relieved that he finally let it out. 

“Sometimes I even think... I even thought…” Anakin trailed off.

“Never mind.” He said with a sigh.

“Wait, no.. you can tell me.. I promise I won’t tell anyone..” You reassured him. 

He looked back up at you. “Sometimes… I have these… thoughts.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “What kind of thoughts?” You asked gently. 

“…Dark thoughts. Violent thoughts. Thoughts that could.. that could get me expelled from the Jedi Order.” Anakin finished, his voice strained. He looked at the table, and you did too. “…I see.” You finally reply, looking back up at him in sympathy. “…do you think it’ll affect you soon? Like…. You’re almost at your breaking point?” 

Anakin took a deep breath and let it out. “I don’t know…” he answered. 

“I don’t know what I’m capable of..” He continued, his voice starting to shake. You notice him slowly, hesitantly reach his hand over the table and rest it on yours, his fingers trembling. 

You stared at your hand for a moment, then back at Anakin, feeling the pang in your heart again. Oh, if only he knew the pain he’d just caused… “Hey.. it’s okay, you’re strong… I know you can get through this. I know it.” You whispered to him, giving him a soft smile. 

Anakin leaned his head against the table, keeping his eyes shut. “Can you… can you do me a favor..?” He asked quietly. 

“Anything. Yeah.” You whispered immediately, ready to give your life for Anakin in a heartbeat if you were asked to do so. 

Anakin sighed. “Can... can you promise to stick with me? No matter what? Like a Jedi and his Padawan?” 

Anakin looked up at you. "Can... can you do that for me?" He asked. He looked like he was begging you for help.

You nodded. “Of course.. I’ll always be on your side, no matter what. I’ll always be here for you.” You whisper with a smile. Anakin looked up at you, tears starting to form in his eyes. “Thank you…” he whispered. 

A moment later Anakin embraced you in a tight hug, a feeling of relief washing over him. 

You tensed slightly, a blush forming on your face. The pang in your heart hit harder again, and you knew that this moment would haunt you forever. 

Nevertheless, you placed a hand gently on Anakin’s chest and wrapped your other arm around his waist, hugging him tighter. “Shh… don’t cry..” You whispered, hating to see him in pain even though you were probably hurting even more than he was. 

Anakin's words were muffled as he buried his head into your shoulder. It had been so long since someone had embraced him in a welcoming way. 

“I’m… I'm scared…” Anakin whispered. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

You were the only thing grounding him to reality. 

“Hey, it’s okay… you’ll be okay.” You whispered reassuringly, rubbing Anakin’s back soothingly. The longer the two of you hugged, the more it hurt you. But you couldn’t understand it. Why were you feeling so much pain when he was showing you affection? Isn’t this what you wanted? 

Anakin lifted his head from your shoulder, looking back at you. He could feel his breath catching in his throat as he gazed into your eyes. Before he could even think, Anakin leaned in and softly kissed your lips. You could feel your cheeks get redder as he kissed you. Was this even real? You didn’t care; this was the happiest you’d ever been, almost as if you were in a trance. You kissed him back without hesitation, but then as quickly as the moment came, it was over; Anakin pulled away. Your eyes widened in realization as you snapped back into reality. Anakin seemed shocked as well, surprised by what he just did. “I….” He whispered, unsure of what to say. 

You looked at him in horror, thinking of what Padmé would do if she ever found out. 

“I… I’m sorry, I.. oh, no…” 

Not thinking straight, you quickly got up and ran away from the library, tears starting to blur your vision. 

“W-Wait! Come back!” Anakin called your name as he got up from the table, running after you. 

“J-Just leave me alone, Ani…” you pleaded as you covered your mouth with your hand, a sob escaping your lips. 

Anakin kept following you as you both raced down the halls, your footsteps echoing. Eventually he caught up with you and grabbed him by the shoulders. “No.. No, I won’t. Let me help you.” He said firmly as he took your hand and held it. “Please… you’re hurting me more than you realize..” You stared at him, tears starting to fall down your cheeks now. You wanted to pull your hand away, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to do so. 

“No, I want to be by your side. Through thick and thin,” Anakin said with a slight smile. “Padmé means a lot to me, but you... you are very special to me as well.” 

You looked away from him, taking in shaky breaths as more tears fell down your cheeks and you wiped them away before looking at him again. 

“Wait.. so… y-you don’t love Padmé?” You asked slowly. 

Anakin went red. “What? No no... I do love Padmé.” Anakin said, his voice getting a bit higher than he intended. Was he lying?

“But... I also love... I mean... uh…” Anakin was fumbling with his words. He wanted to say 'I love you,' but he didn't want to scare you. Anakin wasn't sure what he should do. He was stuck.

“Anakin.. don’t play games with me right now.” You pleaded. 

“Do you love me, or her?” You asked bluntly, tears still falling down your cheeks, your eyes turning puffy. 

Anakin took a deep breath.

“I… I choose... you.” Anakin said, looking at you.

For the first time since you had known each other, Anakin looked completely honest. He wasn't lying about anything. He looked at you with eyes of complete adoration.

"I choose... you." Anakin repeated.

You looked down at the ground, his words registering in your brain. “H-How do I know… you’re not lying to me right now to make me feel better?” 

Anakin took his fingers and lifted your gaze. “Look me in the eyes,” Anakin said, and you did.

“I’m not lying to you, and I never will.” He said with complete honesty. 

“You mean more to me than anyone in the galaxy.” Anakin's voice softened. "You are more important to me than even Padmé,” Anakin said, looking you right in the eye.

You looked at Anakin with a desperate expression, shaking your head. 

“Oh, Ani…” You whispered, and before you knew it, you’d placed your lips on his again, this time full of passion. 

Anakin wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back just as passionately as tears formed in his eyes. “I love you.” He whispered.

Hearing those words from Anakin’s lips melted your heart, and you felt tears forming in your eyes again, but this time from pure joy. 

“I love you too.. Oh, Ani.. I’ve waited so long to hear you say that..” You whispered back, kissing him again. 

Anakin kissed back, not wanting the moment to end. He embraced you as if you were the only thing holding him together. 

It was like a fairytale come true. 

Anakin finally felt happy. Really happy. He had you to thank for it, as well as his own courage to take a chance. 

And now, you were finally with the one you loved. 

[queerpumpkinnn]

is this how u request? anyways! i was wondering if u could do like a spencer reid w like a girl best friend, but like he has feelings for her

she does all these little things for him like bring him coffee and food and let him ramble and stuff

i was thinking of writing it myself but id love to see someone else’s take <3

This is typically how people send in requests (either via inbox or comments) so you're good! So sorry this took so long to write, my inspiration was down for a long time. I had so much fun writing this, thank you for sending it in!

Loverboy

1.6k words

Summary: Spencer's got a big fat crush on his best friend.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!bestfriend!reader

Warnings: Morgan makes a few innuendos, food/drink, feelings ew gross, sweet lovesick Spencer <3 as always, let me know if I missed something!

While reading, I recommend you listen to valentine's day - a Spotify playlist by me!

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Everyone in the office that morning knew that it was far too early to be there. Spencer, more than most, relied heavily on the power of caffeine to get his day going. It was not uncommon for folks to be carrying around a mug even in the late hours of the night.

And as always you, like a gift from God, would always saunter through the meeting room door with two steaming cups of coffee and a weary smile.

Spencer adored you. Although everyone on the team had a place in his heart, you were always the one closest to him. You were the one who had taken the time to get to know him, who listened to anything he had to say and got to know him as more than a coworker, an agent, a "resident genius" like he was some kind of appliance.

It was rocky at first, no doubt. Spencer was not the most perceptive when it came to reading social cues (or giving them to others), so his stiff and awkward nature took a while to see past. Eventually, you managed to break down the walls of caution around him, and over the span of a few years the two of you became more accustomed to being around each other more than anyone else. Even though you spent practically days together at a time, the two of you found solace in each other's presence, often heading back to someone's apartment and ordering takeout to wind down after the case with a movie.

To Spencer's embarrassment and yours, it had become the group's joke to refer to you two as The Soulmates. The first time Morgan made the joke, Spencer's entire face went a deep shade of red and he couldn't look at anything other than his feet for the rest of the hour. Eventually the two of you became accustomed to the running joke, brushing it off with a sarcastic laugh and roll of the eyes.

To be fair, Morgan wasn't entirely wrong. The two of you were joined at the hip, but you were just friends. It saddened Spencer to think about it sometimes, really. But he was content with having you so close, to be able to work with you and come home with you. To get to bring each other coffee and let you rest your head on his shoulder when you fell asleep was a closeness he granted to few people, and so he was, for the most part, satisfied with having you as you did.

That morning was no different. The sun had just barely risen, and Spencer was stifling a yawn as sugar poured into his cup like water. This morning was odd- a thought had struck him in the car, a comment Prentiss had made saying you and him were like a married couple. Was that true? Spencer knew plenty of married people but he didn't see them in action very often.

Would you even want to marry him? No, Spencer thought. You were just his friend. Sure, you did all sorts of favors for him and hugged him, but that was surely just a mark of close friendship.

"Morning, pretty boy." Morgan came up beside him, bringing a mug down from the shelf.

"Morning." Spencer replied, sipping from his coffee.

"So have you proposed yet?"

Spencer nearly choked on his coffee, replying with a "what?!" once he stopped spluttering that might have been a tad bit too incredulous.

"Jesus, Reid, I was kidding." Morgan held his hands up, but he still wore an amused grin.

""We're just friends, Morgan." Spencer said defensively, moving to prepare another cup.

"You're making her morning coffee right now, pretty boy. You know who does that?" Morgan gestured his mug in Spencer's direction. "Married couples."

Spencer rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and coworkers."

"Keep tellin' yourself that, Reid." Morgan gave him a pat on the shoulder, sauntering back over to his desk with his free hand in his pocket.

Spencer heaved a relieved sigh, taking both cups over towards your desk. You beamed at him when the smell hit your nose.

"Well thank you, Spencer." You squeezed his wrist affectionately, and Spencer thought he might die. He turned his head to hide the stupid smile on his face, mumbling a "welcome", but the other direction didn't help him much. Morgan's desk shared a divider wall with yours, so the man in question simply raised his brow, a knowing smirk surely hidden behind his coffee cup.

Spencer rolled his eyes, turning back towards you. Your head was tilted in concern. "You alright, Spencer? You seem a bit jittery."

To strangers, Spencer might always seem jittery, like a nervous cat. But you could tell the difference.

Spencer cleared his throat. "I'm alright. Too much coffee, maybe."

Spencer nearly slapped himself when he realized his mug was still full. He prayed you didn't notice, tilting the rim so you couldn't see its contents.

"Alright kidlets, let's get this party started." Garcia called from the meeting room door, a stack of envelopes tucked under her arm.

You pushed off from your chair, nudging Spencer's shoulder. "Let's get this party started," you chuckled.

Spencer lightly touched his arm where you'd nudged him, watching you make your way across the office.

"Let's get this party started, Loverboy," Morgan, seemingly coming from nowhere, rubbed his shoulder against Spencer's dramatically, voice risen in pitch.

"Shut up!" Spencer pushed the man off of him, but couldn't help the laugh that came with it.

. . .

Four days later the team was right back where it started, making coffee and wrapping up paperwork- only this time there was a silent agreement that everyone wanted to get home.

Even in these low-energy moments Spencer still stayed by you, sitting with his legs folded on the large table nearest your desk, scribbling away.

His head perked up when he heard your chair wheeling over to him. "So, yours or mine?"

Spencer tried to ignore the way your arms folded over his knee to rest your chin atop them. "Uh- I was actually hoping yours?"

He definitely liked your place better than his. As much as he wanted to make it home, his apartment really was just a place for him to sleep at night and keep all of his stuff. Your apartment reminded him of you- but he wouldn't admit that that's the real reason he preferred your apartment to his.

You hummed. "Chinese?"

"Sounds good." Spencer was actually in a mood for Indian cuisine, but when you suggested Chinese it suddenly sounded like the best idea ever.

Work passed by fast, something that could rarely be said about Spencer's job. He was just excited to be going home, he told himself, even though he was headed to yours after this.

Although Spencer had to admit, your apartment was practically his. You both had a few items belonging to the other that you always forgot to take back. Spencer even had a travel toothbrush that sat in the cup on your sink. He knew where all your dishes were, knew your DVD collection by heart. He never lingered at the doorway like he might do at a new friend's place, he kicked his shoes off and made himself at home, because really, he was.

Tonight was no different. Spencer was sprawled out on your couch, half-empty foam box of chow mein sitting on the coffee table, and you under his arm. When you'd made yourself comfortable next to him, Spencer felt butterflies in his stomach, he thought. It was a marvel to him, hearing a phrase like that so often but not knowing what it really meant until now.

The time was nearing one in the morning, and while Spencer was still engrossed in whatever film you'd picked out this time, you were fast asleep, head heavy on his chest.

Spencer glanced over at you, smiling softly to himself.

"You know, you're not making this any easier for me." Spencer whispered, stroking your arm. "I mean, I'm not complaining, you know, but it's kind of hard to suppress a crush when you're falling asleep on me."

Spencer knew you couldn't hear him, which is why he felt a breath of relief leave him when the words came out. He attempted, with slow and careful movements, to adjust you to sleep on the couch. Spencer thanked whatever god might be out there that you'd purchased a sleep-worthy couch- he knew, he'd tested it personally.

"Good night," Spencer murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your hairline and giving you one last glance from the doorway.

Maybe someday.

. . .

It was mornings like these that tested Spencer's willpower.

It had not even been six hours since he'd left your home that he was being called in on another case. So here he was. Five days later, doing the exact same thing: making two cups of coffee.

But as always, you made it better.

"Spencer!"

He didn't have to turn to know who was calling him, but he did anyways, just to look at you. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, I had a pretty nice pillow," you teased, and Spencer's ears turned red. "Hey, are you free Saturday?"

"Yeah, if Hotch doesn't call us in at the crack of dawn." Spencer snorts.

"Great. There's an art exhibit I wanted to see and it wouldn't be as boring if I went alone." You grinned, gratefully taking the mug he offered you.

"Can't imagine a better way to spend a Saturday." Spencer agreed.

"It's a date then."

Spencer's eyes went as wide as saucers at your response, mouth falling open a little. You giggled at his reaction.

"C'mon, Hotch is waiting." You turned, not waiting for a reply.

Spencer shook his head as if to clear it, a stupid grin plastered across his face as he trailed behind you.

It's a date.

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[suiana]

he was there, and then he wasn't (various yandere characters x gn reader) (angstober day 3)

he was there when you first met.

helping you up after someone bumped into you, you couldn't help but blush at the handsome male who helped you up to your feet. calling you adorable with that attractive voice of his... wait, did he just give you his number?! is he implying that he wants to see you again?!

he was there when you two went on your first date.

you had decided to meet that cute guy who helped you up a few days back. i mean, what could possibly go wrong? he looked nice enough, talked charmingly... you're sure it would be fine. and if it doesn't, you could just pretend to have never have met him and go on with your life! what's the worst that could happen?

he was there when you decided to confess to him.

okay, so that first date went better than expected and now you two were dating, fantastic. you two were like two peas in a pod, the perfect duo, soulmates even! geez, you wonder what your life would've been like if he hadn't been there. must've been really lonely since you now felt that your soul is complete.

he was there when you moved in with him

your relationship had progressed really well and smoothly! apart from a few bumps here and there caused by his jealousy and possessiveness, everything else was great! he was an amazing boyfriend, loving and caring for your every need, and he was a great cook! what more could you ask for? plus that dick was 10/10.

so when he brought up taking the next step, of course you agreed! it's like being a married couple already hehe ♡

he was there when you two first fought.

okay so you two got into your first little argument... could you guess what it was for? that's right! he got jealous that you were spending more time with another man, aka your coworker!

it was horrible. i mean, isn't he being too possessive? sure, it may be endesring at first but after a while it gets too suffocating... maybe you should bre-

oh and he's already apologizing with flowers and tears in his eyes?! shit now you feel bad :( why would you even think of breaking up with your sweet boyfriend? he's just perfect for you! so what if he's possessive? you can overlook this tiny fact haha...

he was there when he proposed to you.

you couldn't believe it. is this... actually happening?! the love of your life proposed to you?! holy shit you can't control your feelings right now...

and so, you sobbed into your lover's chest, happily telling him you loved him as he chuckles, stroking your head in an attempt to comfort you. all while having natching rings on your fingers, promised to each other forever more.

and he was there when you realised that it was no more than a happy dream.

and it was the day of your wedding. the day you longed for, only for it to be ruined when you were informed that your lover had been caught in an accident, taking his life away.

sobbing your heart out, it felt like the world had come crashing down on you. you had promised your life with him and he just left so suddenly?!

maybe this was the way the heavenly beings above pulled a joke? causing you to meet your soulmate, making you two fall in love, and then taking him away from you at your happiest? whatever it is, you were now crushed, as though a part of you had been taken away.

seriously... if you knew this would've happened, you wouldn't have gone out on that god forsaken day. because while the times with him were the happiest, the times without him now would be ultimately depressing.

for he was your other half, the one who completes your soul. and when he left, he took half of your soul with him.

dazai osamu(?), gojo satoru, venti, childe, welt yang(?), jingyuan, aki hayakawa, your faves<3

[observeowl]

Unwanted Marriage | Chapter 7 - Getting Risky

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"Y/N, please come here!" You were working at your desk when Millicent called you. "Y/N, you did very well last month. Therefore I want you to do this important interview. Director Lancaster from Lancaster Group has just gotten married. We will be interviewing him this time." That raised alarm bells in your head. Why would they be interested in him? "I think I can't..."

"Why not? Several people in the company saw him come to see you." She reasoned. "It's not like that, I-"

"Y/N, I think highly of you. That is why I decided to let you do this interview. Go and prepare the interview outline first."

You sighed as you stepped out of her office. The relationship with your family has become so complicated and weaved into your work. "Y/N, what is wrong?" Wanda asked. You dragged to somewhere quieter and told her that Millicent told you to interview Director Lancaster. Someone told her that you were his friend, but you don't think you're up for this job.

"Millicent asked you to interview Director Lancaster? Isn't he the handsome one that came last time? What's up with him?" You shook your head, Wanda would never get it without you telling her the whole story. She's much too focused on a person's look to see anything else. "Why? Skeleton in the closet? I brought this interview up during the meeting. You have to thank me!" Sharon came out behind you.

"Is there anything odd with the interview?" Wanda asked timidly. "Nothing odd, I am afraid that someone is too guilty to take the task. Afraid to meet him since he is married, and more afraid of being bullied by the legal wife!"

"Sharon! What nonsense are you talking about?" Wanda came to your defence. Despite knowing nothing much, the one thing she know is your personality and there was no way you would break a couple's relationship.

"I'm not talking nonsense, you'll know later."

You've done quite a few since you started working at Stark News and the outline was quickly done and vetted by Millicent. "The interview outline is okay. Since you and Mr Lancaster are friends, you can meet privately first. Afterwards, I'll arrange for him to come here and take pictures for the cover. If it wasn't for you being able to get an interview with Natasha Romanoff, we wouldn't have sold out all of our copies. The Chief Editor will definitely reward you! This is the last edition, you can keep a copy." She handed you the magazine with Natasha Romanoff on the front page. You could see why so many people have a crush on her. You were embarrassed to admit that you were staring at the front page for a while until Millicent told you you were free to leave.

You arrange a meeting three days later with Marcus with Lancaster Group. When the arranged date arrived, you went to his office but Stephanie was sitting on his chair instead of him. "What? Don't feel surprised?"

"You have painstakingly sent Marcus away. Is it because you have no confidence in him?"

"How is that possible? Don't think that I don't know that you still can't forget Marcus after so long." You rolled your eyes at her comment. She and Marcus kept getting involved in your life, you can't forget him even if you want to. "You're thinking too much. I'm not into taking someone's leftovers, only you treasure him."

"Hello? Is this Starks News? Your employee is very arrogant! We're here to do an interview, not to look at your employee's negative faces! Director Lancaster is very angry now! You must give us an explanation! What has she done? She hit Director Lancaster and even splashed coffee on him!"

"Y/N, we'll see how you try to explain your way out this time!"

"There is no need for an explanation. You have said what you wanted to say. I can't do anything about it." If you can handle Sherry's accusation about you, she is nothing to worry about.

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You were told to enter Mr Stark's room and it was only your second time here after your interview. "I'll give you a chance to explain what happened today."

"I didn't meet with Director Lancaster, I only met his wife."

"Stephanie Y/L/N? Your sister?"

"How did you know?"

"I attended your wedding. I had some doubts at first. However, Natasha Romanoff's interview last time was successfully completed, so I can basically confirm it. I will let another person interview Marcus. It's okay if you can't do it. Don't worry about it."

"Are you giving me this privilege because I am Natasha's wife?" You asked. Mr Stark looked at you like you have a second head before holding her belly and laughing out loud. "Y/N, what are you talking about? Even though the Romanoff family is supreme, the Stark family is also not that bad. It's only that I want to protect this magazine. You're a dependable hard worker, not arrogant nor bad tempered. That's why I keep you here."

"Sharon will be in charge of the interview with Mr Lancaster. I hope Group 1 will cooperate with Sharon." Mr Stark told the company in an open meeting. You and Wanda were happy to see that Sharon was reaping her own words.

"Mr Lancaster, someone from Stark News just came, they left when you weren't here." Marcus's secretary told him as he came back. "Alright, I'll call them back." Normally, he would leave such a task to his secretary, but since he knows you are working there, he decided to be the one calling instead.

M: Hello?

S: Hi, Director Lancaster. I am the editor from Stark News. I am so sorry for what happened. I will let Y/N Y/L/N apologise to you!

M: Apologies? I had a meeting in the morning so I wasn't in the office and was unable to meet her.

He knew it had something to do with Stephanie telling him that there was something wrong with the factory and that his father was unable to do anything about it, pulling him away from his office.

S: ...I hope Mr Lancaster can give us a chance.

M: About the interview, I have no problem with it. You can arrange for it.

S: Thank you Mr Lancaster, shall we meet tomorrow at 11am?

M: Alright, see you at Birkins Restaurant.

Marcas was excited to see you at work. He wondered how you would look, and you must look very professional in your work clothes. "Prepare a new suit for me. It must be presentable and good looking. The more handsome the better!"

Words somehow spread and Natasha caught news that Tony Stark knew of your identity because of the conflict of Marcus's interview. "It is not a problem. I know Tony Stark. He has only started managing the company for the past few years. He has the capabilities but no ambition."

===

While Marcus was waiting for your arrival, he was daydreaming about how it was going to go. He really thought how the both of you were going to have a good time at the interview, chatting about work and not.

"Mr Lancaster, sorry to keep you waiting." A voice said as she pushed open the door. "It's fine, I have just arrived too... you are?"

"I am Sharon Carter, editor from Stark News, nice to meet you."

"Is it only you?" He asked as he subtly looked behind her. "What do you mean, Mr Lancaster?"

"Where is Y/N Y/L/N?"

"Mr Lancaster, because of Y/N's conflict with you previously, the company has decided to send me to interview you. You're looking for her now... to reapproach her?"

"Who asked you to change the interviewer?! What did she do wrong? Did I tell you to change her?!" He stood up and shouted at her. "Mr Lancaster, please listen to my explanation."

"Forget about the interview this time! If there is an opportunity, we will cooperate again in the future." He walked out a room without giving a second thought to Sharon. She clenched her fist, there's always you standing in her path. Before you appeared, everything was smooth sailing for her.

"Hello? Are you Stephanie Lancaster? I am Sharon Carter from Stark News..."

In the end it was Stephanie who was interviewed on behalf of Marcus. News was that Marcus had something on suddenly so Stephanie took the interview instead. As expected, the interview included remarks of her supposed confidence in Marcus to not get lured by other ladies.

"Y/N, don't you think she's provoking you?" Wanda asked as she read the interview printed out. "You think too much. It's just a simple interview. I'm going to the washroom."

You were washing your hands when you saw Sharon from the mirror with her lackeys. It was always the usual two following her. "So, do you feel anxious after reading the interview?" They surrounded you, making you unable to go anywhere. "I don't know what you are talking about." Sharon gave the signal and one of them went to the door to flip the sign indicating that the washroom was undergoing maintenance.

"What do you guys want to do?" They took a hold of your arms, locking you in place.

"What can I do? I'm just following orders. After all, I got an interview, and I had to do something for Mrs Lancaster, right?"

"Aren't you guys afraid that the Chief Editor will find out?"

"Ah! Really? I'm so scared!" She faked. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the Chief Editor took a call and went out. Furthermore, the soundproofing of this washroom is pretty good. Who will know what we did to you?"

"Wanda knows that I'm in the washroom. If I don't go back, she definitely will look for me!"

She gave another signal and the others smacked your head on the counter. "No worries, Wanda can't come in even if she wants to." She took out her phone and snapped a photo of you. "Look at you, all fine and tender, the face of a vixen. No wonder Natasha Romanoff and Marcus Lancaster are both seduced by you!" You continued staring at her and pissed her off, making her knee you in the gut. "Bitch! How are you stare at me!"

"Sharon, how about we let it go? If anything happens to her, we'll be finished."

"What are you scared of?! I specifically hit her in places that can't be seen. Do you think she will go out lifting her shirt, telling others that we beat her up?" She shouted. "I will teach you a lesson today! A mistress is like a rat running across the street, everybody shouting and wanting to kill it." She turned to you and lifted you by your hair and pushed you into one of the stalls. "I want to see how you'll hang your head up high next time!" She closed the door and you rushed to open it but it was not budging.

You heard the sound of water only after it hit you, leaving you drenched in your clothes. "You just stay here and behave yourself. I'll let you out if I remember." You started hyperventilating and bangging on the door for anyone to help you out. You didn't want to be stuck here alone.

Message from Stephanie: You did a great job! I have long thought that your abilities were above average. If there is any problem in the future, come and find me.

"What are you doing?" Sharon asked when she saw Wanda walking past her. "I'm looking for Y/N, she's been in the washroom for quite a long time."

"The water pipes of the washroom on this floor are not functioning. The washroom is out of order."

"Then why hasn't she come back yet?"

"I just saw she seemed to have met someone she knows. They were talking and walking with each other, who knows where they went."

Wanda accepted it as it is and went back to her table with a thought. You wouldn't leave your bag and phone on the table, unless it was an emergency? There was a sense of unease with her the longer you left.

When everyone was clocking out of work, one of Sharon's lackeys asked if she was really going to leave you alone in the washroom. "Why even bother to care about her? After a while, the cleaner will come and know that she is there."

And true enough, the cleaner came round and saw someone place the maintenance sign in front and questioned it. No one told her that there was going to be maintenance here. "Who did this?! What the hell are they doing?" She grumbled when she saw a particular stall being really wet with a chair in front of the door.

"Ahhhh!" She screamed, getting the attention of Wanda heading there to check again. "Some-someone is dead!"

"Y/N! What happened to you? Wake up! Hurry! Call the ambulance for help!" She rushed out of the washroom to get to her cart and bumped into Tony Stark. She hurriedly explained what happened and he jumped into action. "It will take a while for the ambulance to come, I will drive her to the hospital."

At the emergency room, Tony and Wanda were waiting for any news of you as the doctors determined the best course of action for you. "It's my fault. If only I had gone into the washroom to have a look."

"It's okay, we can't change the past now. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Let's pray she isn't too affected."

The sounds of wheels turning caused them to turn their heads. "Where is Y/N?"

"Y/N is in the emergency room." Tony replied. "What happened? How did Y/N end up here? Now is not the time to be crying! Tell me!"

"In any way, I will give you a satisfactory explanation."

"I don't only want an explanation." Tony experienced Natasha's piercing eyes first hand and almost cowered in fear. It was no wonder rumour had said that she is merciless. "Well, I think I know who did it."

"I went to the toilet to look for Y/N. Sharon told me that I couldn't because it was under maintenance. Now to think of it, she just didn't want me to know that Y/N was inside. And also she always goes against Y/N, and even said Y/N was a mistress."

"Clint, go and check it out."

"What about you?"

"I will wait here for her."

===

It wasn't long before a doctor came out with the result. Your fever was high and ongoing and you were lucky you were brought to the hospital in time or it would have turned into pneumonia. They were also informed that you were going to be wheeled to another room later.

"Y/N... you're finally awake!" You saw three figures in front of you as you opened your eyes. "Why am I in the hospital?" You mumbled to yourself until you remembered what happened in the washroom. "Y/N, don't worry. We won't let her get away with this! Mr Stark already knows the entire story, they can't get away with it."

"We don't have proof."

"Are you just going to let her bully you and let her get away unpunished? This is just too unfair!"

"I remember there is a security camera installed outside the washroom. Once we get the footage, they have no way to run to. I will arrange for someone at the security's office to check now." Mr Stark said but Natasha stopped him. "It's no use. At most, the footage only captured them going in or out the washroom. What happened inside cannot be captured. I will handle this. She should pay for what you've gone through."

"My guard was down this time. I promise, there won't be a next one. You stay out of this, okay?" She was about to protest until she saw your puppy eyes and let it go. "Okay, just this once."

Wanda, upon seeing how close you were with her idol, broke her. "Wanda, what's wrong?"

"Wh-what is their relationship?"

"Can't you tell?" She refused to shake her head, not wanting to acknowledge what was in front of her. "This is my wife, Y/N." Natasha said. "W-wife?"

"I didn't say anything." You chuckled, relieved that the tension wasn't as thick anymore.

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[judgementdaysunshine]

May I please request headcanons for Hotch, Derek, and Reid reacting to one of their married colleagues whom they have a crush on finding out that her husband cheated on her and going completely insane in the process?

Oooh saucey 👀

Derek

He had known you for years and started having feelings for you not too long before you got married but he figured you didn't feel the same so he never told you

He had heard things about your new husband some nice and other things that he only married you not have money or something else whether that was true he didn't know but you seemed happy

Soon he started noticing how quiet,tired,and upset you seemed when he saw you walk through the bullpen or whenever you took a minute to talk to him or someone else on the team

He got really worried but it was one day when you came in to fill in for JJ that really made him just want to take the hurt and anger away and out of you when he found out what was happening without you knowing

You and Spencer got in an argument when you told him that you were thinking of switching bureaus and he got frustrated saying you were abandoning the team despite you now being a real member of the team

After a few more minutes with Emily and Rossi getting in between the two of you as he yelled at you for being selfish making you finally snap having enough "Fuck the family! I let the family in my home with two people I loved and the family fucked my husband!"

Penelope gasps in surprise with emily and rossi stopping in their tracks wide eyed while derek gently pulls you next to him and away from spencer who stood still while Hotch stepped in telling everyone to calm down or walk out of they couldn't

You tried to stay calm but couldn't leading derek to take you outside glaring at spencer before leaving who looked ashamed and guilty by what he did

"You okay?" you shake your head looking at him as he silently puts his hands on your shoulders as you just hug him making his heart break even more holding you

A few weeks later you stand at his desk as he comes in seeing you with a look of worry and need on your face as you both go to his office saying you needed to talk to him about something important

You tell him your feelings and that you were in the midst of divorcing your husband making his heart swell at the fact of you starting over but also break that you had to go through the ugly and slow process by yourself

After slowly talking and seeing each other a month after your divorce finalized the two of you began dating and both of you were happy as can be meeting his family 4 months after seeing each other making them fall in love with you too hoping the two of you get married in the future

Hotch

He had known you for years since he had been at the BAU having a crush on you until he and Hayley got married and had his son years later but right after the two year anniversary of her death he soon realizes that those feelings he had for you before intensified a lot

He had wished you the best when he found out you were with someone and happy for you when you got married not knowing of the troubles that soon began only a year after the wedding

He always got angry when he saw you crying or hearing your husband yelling at you through the phone feeling embarrassed by it but he never thought of you differently because of how you were being treated

He came in one morning planning to have lunch with you later on but when he went out of his office to meet you in the bullpen when he saw you and Emily arguing having just found out that you were thinking of switching state bureaus

After a few minutes of trying to stop the argument he stopped hearing emily yell at you "Maybe that is why your husband is done with the shit and your family!" as soon as she said that you finally lost it punching and ending up on the floor on top of her "I trusted half this bureau with the family who never loved me! This bureau has been more of a family to me than that man i have been married to and the 'family' I have known all my life and the family fucked my husband left me to die and didn't give a damn!"

You were grabbed and lifted up by hotch taking you to his office while JJ tried to calm emily down in the bureau with Spencer and Derek

You didn't try to fight the whole way sitting down in the chair in front of his desk while he closed and locked the door and closed the blinds turning to look at you as you held your face in his hands crying and just wanting everything to be as it was before you ever got married

"It's okay you don't have to live like this when you don't deserve to" you look up at him pulled by him in a gentle and safe hug that helped calm you down and later that week you got your things moving not too far from hotch and his son Jack after meeting a lawyer and divorcing your husband

Almost a year after the divorce you and hotch told each other of your feelings and took things slow and you were together a few months later both of you knowing that you would get married later on

You and jack were attached at the hip and after being with hotch for two years he called you mom and soon you and hotch got married and you adopted jack

Reid

He had been friends with you for years after joining the BAU around the same time always helping each other when the other was in a rough patch and that became more prominent when you joined the team

He soon started having feelings for you not knowing what to do about how they made him feel around you and especially not knowing how to tell you

He always made sure to remind you to take things easy on yourself and always did but as soon as you started dating a man you met through a friend of yours it all stopped which at first you were confused about but as time went on it hurt your feelings

He tried to be happy for you when you got married but he knew from the beginning that he wasn't for you but out of his love for you he never told you in anyway to try to tell you how to live your life

He didn't know when you finally just threw in the towel from you telling him how fast your marriage went downhill not even a month after the wedding

He heard you yelling at Derek and JJ outside the conference room immediately running down when he saw you begging to be let go by derek who had grabbed your arm telling you that you need to be more accepting of how people acted

As soon as you were being pulled away after spencer had him let you go you yelled "I trusted people I thought cared about me around another person I cared about and now he's leaving me for one of the people who said they never would hurt me and now I'm in the middle of a divorce!"

While jj and derek were left wide eyed in the bullpen and with an equally shocked Penelope walking in right after you yelled he managed to get you outside and slowly calm you down taking you back to your place with lunch promising that he would never hurt you and if he did that he would never be happy if he ended up losing you

You soon slowly started talking and the next thing you both knew you were dating in secret and by the time the divorce was finalized you had been together 2 months and finally felt stable for once in your lives

[buthowboutno]

Every once in a while I’ll remember how Casey Jr greeted sweetums like an old friend or someone similar, and now I’m just wondering if sweetums was an uncle/auntie figure to him, and if he’s ever told anyone else about how they (probably) would have been married to donnie

*looks at the snippet i just traumatized my kofi supporters with and looks back*

well, uh

you see

.....

it's been a long hiatus, might as well just show y'all (BLAME @raccoon-robyn FOR THIS. MINOR SPOILERS FOR THE BAD FUTURE REVEAL)

--

“I presume your night with Cassandra went well,” Donnie said, elbows deep in another SHELLDON drone. A few years ago it would’ve been unheard of to retrieve them after the Kraang shot them down. Nowadays, the Rebellion was scrounging for parts anywhere they could get them. 

You squinted at him and handed him a 5/16th’s wrench, “We were on lookout, Dee-dee, it’s not like we were off to the Bahamas.” 

Donnie rolled his eyes and took the wrench from you, “I didn’t know that lookout entailed making out against the walls of the compound.”

You paused, taking in Donnie’s body language. Everything about him read neutral, but you knew him better than that. He was your best friend for Christ’s sake. You knew all of his tells. Everything from the set of his jaw to the way he gripped the wrench told you what you needed to know about that statement.

“I don’t see how it's any of your business,” you replied coolly.

“You’re threatening the safety–”

“That’s not what you’re mad about and you know it,” you cut him off, “And I thought we agreed to stop having this conversation.”

Donnie huffed at you, “I am your commander, it is my duty to know when you are off task.”

“Fifteen minute breaks are mandatory for late night surveillance,” you argued, “You’re the one that put that policy in place.”

“You are expected to stay vigilant at all times, regardless of being on a break.”

“You just wish it was you pressing me against the wall,” you said flatly. You stared Donnie in the eyes, not faltering once while you took his wrench and exchanged it for a flathead screwdriver. Even while fighting, the two of you were never any less in sync.

The both of you had been… fighting a lot more recently.

“That’s not even remotely related to this conversation,” Donnie said, tearing his eyes from yours. You didn’t miss the blush peeking out under his mask, despite how nonchalant he was acting.

“That is the conversation, Donatello,” you said, running your hand through your hair. They came out dirtier than they started with how saturated your hair was with grease and motor oil, “You said you didn’t love me, I’m trying to move the fuck on.”

“That’s not–” Donnie cut himself off with a groan, pulling his arms out of the machinery. He breathed in deeply, moving his hands to his sides, “That’s not what I said.”

“Remind me, then,” you said as you crossed your arms in between you, “Remind me about all the responsibilities and tasks and the goddamn rebellion that has to come first. Remind me how your big-headed importance keeps you from being with me.”

“Because it does! This, all of this–” Donnie gestured to the shop around you, filled to the brim with machinery and future projects the two of you only hoped to have the parts for, “is bigger than us, sweetums. I don’t see how–”

“Do not ‘sweetums’ me right now, Don,” you cut him off. You balled your hands up into fists and sighed, “I don’t… understand why you’re so dead set on making yourself a martyr, but that doesn’t mean I have to be, too.”

“I’m not–” Donnie cut himself off with a growl, gripping the inner edge of the drone’s plating. Once, when you were younger, Donnie had crushed a sheet of titanium with his bare hands just to win a bet against you. You wondered if the drone would bear the same marks after you and Donnie were done fighting.

The two of you stood there in silence, glowering at each other with matching expressions. 

In the decade and a half that you and Donnie had worked together, you had only lost a stand-off twice. The two of you had enough stubbornness for the entire resistance, but your will to be a shit just barely surpassed Donnie’s.

As per usual, Donnie broke first.

Not as per usual, you saw tears start to form at the corners of Donnie’s eyes.

“I can’t,” Donnie croaked out. 

The small victory you won was quickly pushed out of mind when you realized how close he was to tears. You felt yourself soften then, immediately reaching out to grab Donnie up into your arms. Your hands fisted into his dirty tank top and you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to squash the guilt of your chest.

There was too much to cry about, these days. You didn’t want to be one of Donnie’s reasons.

“I can’t,” he repeated, letting out a shaky sigh as he tugged you close to his plastron, “If I… let myself love you, then everything else be fucking damned.”

“Dee…”

“If I let myself love you and something happened to you? I would tear the whole world apart to get you back,” Donnie said, his hands grabbing at the back of your shirt in a desperate act to hold onto you tighter. The teenage Donatello you first met would barely high-five you. The Donnie you had in your arms now held you like his life depended on it, “But I can’t. I have my brothers, the entire damn resistance counting on me. I don’t– I can’t afford to have you.”

“I know, Don, I know,” you said, squeezing him within your arms, “I’m being a dick about this.”

Donnie sighed, “It doesn’t mean it’s any easier to see you with someone else, though.”

“Would it make you feel better if I told you it was a one-time thing?” you asked, “Cass and I talked this morning, we agreed that it wouldn’t happen again.”

“Then why did you do it?” Donnie asked, the hurt still evident in his voice. 

You’d allow that, you decided.

You shrugged against him, feeling shy now, “She was there, I guess. Cas is a fucking smokeshow, don’t get me wrong, but… she’s not you.”

You put your hand to Donnie’s face and wiped away a tear that had managed to fall. Donnie leaned into your hand, a rare show of vulnerability you haven’t seen in, well, years. The two of you rarely shared this much physical affection beyond squeezing onto the workshop cot together when it got too late to head back to the sleeping quarters.

“I love you,” you said plainly, going back in for the hug and tucking your face against his chest. He stiffened the way he always did when you said those three words, but you kept trudging on, “And I’m sorry I keep pushing you like this. I just… I wish that we didn’t have to meet in the fucking apocalypse. I wish we had at least a few months together in the normal world before the Kraang decided to screw things up for us.”

“You have no idea,” Donnie said. He rested his cheek on the top of your head, “I would’ve liked to take you for a movie.”

“I would have pegged you as a bowling alley first date type of guy,” you replied, bringing a hand up to grab at his neck. Just to hold. Just to feel the texture of his scales beneath your fingers Just to know the two of you were as okay as you were ever going to be, “Show off your skills and spend the entire night trying to get me to stroke your ego.”

Donnie snorted, grabbing your hand from his neck and pressing his mouth against your palm. 

It wasn't even a kiss, really, but it had your heart clenching in a way that you hadn't felt in years. The tears that formed in the corner of your eyes finally fell down your cheeks as you softly hiccupped.

Donnie churred soothingly and wiped them away with a gentle care that he reserved for you, only for you. The two of you sat there in silence again, not wanting to move away but not having an excuse to keep holding each other like that.

You coughed in your hand, making the first step to let Donnie go. His hands reluctantly let go of your shirt and the two of you stood awkwardly in the middle of the workshop and refused to make eye contact with each other.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence first for the third time in fifteen years, “we’re not in love.”

“That’s not–”

“That’s the only decision,” you said resolutely, “Agonizing over each other is as big of a distraction as being in love, so we can’t do either.”

Donnie opened his mouth and closed it. He spent one, two moments looking intently at your face before sighing with a shake of his head, “I suppose you’re right.”

“I always am,” you said with a humor you didn’t feel. You wiped a hand over your face, no doubt getting more grease all over your skin, “Anyways… the drone? Still gotta finish installing the navigation system.”

Donnie nodded, accepting the wrench you handed him.

In another life, you could have had this. 

The thought of it had granted you many sleepless nights. What would the world be like with a Donatello that didn’t have to hold you at an arm’s length? Where you could have met him at some mundane coffee shop instead of a last minute rescue from Metro Tower? Maybe even a world where even the tiniest exchange of touch didn’t have to mean so damn much.

(You’d like to have your arm back, if anything else.)

You returned the soft smile Donnie gave you when you already had the soldering iron ready and a brush full of flux ready to assist him.

You supposed that Donnie was worth it, regardless of how you got to have him.

[ryuuzn]

— Breaking his promise

— characters include; heizou, mentions of kujou sara

— genre; angst, teyvat not modern au

➜﹒tags: mentions of breakups, sad angsts, heizou is a dick

⸝⸝ᨒ "a/n"✫ wrote this less than an hour lol, pls give me some reqs, im kinda bored

Summary: Heizou didn’t mean to, he didn’t mean to hurt you or make you upset in anyway. He knew you had a crush on him since the both of you was little and was planning to marry you but…why must this happen.

You’ve been dating heizou for a long time now and he’s been a great boyfriend to you. Yeah he may flirt a little bit with his female colleagues but you tend to ignore it since he didn’t REALLY mean it. After finishing the chores in the afternoon you were planning on waiting for him to come home. Time has passed and dinner was almost ready but he wasn’t home yet. You were scared and nervous that he might of gotten hurt so you went to check at his usual workplace.

While walking in town, a friend of yours ran towards you. “HEYYY” she tackles you “how have you’ve been these days? I haven’t seen you in months” “I’ve been okay, im just walking to my boyfriend’s workplace to see why he isnt home yet” “your boyfriend? you mean you guys are still dating?” she looks at you with a confused face “yea? about 5 years now, im planning on marrying him too” you said happily while walking down the town. “oh…well..goodluck with that hehe…” she giggled as she walked away from you back to her store. You looked at her confused but forgot about it. You’ve arrived at heizou’s workplace. The police station. You walk in and see kujou sara on the way and asks her “hey sara, is heizou still here?” she looks at you with wide eyes “oh….um..” you were confused, why is that everytime you talk about your boyfriend people would stare with worried like eyes or act weird. “yes..he’s still here in his office. It’s down that hallway” she points at his door. “thank you sara, I appreciate it” she stared at you while you walk down the hallway and left. Concerned for you and that you won’t be too upset about what you are about to see. As you walk down the hallway, you could hear his voice and..another voice? A female one. It could be one of his colleagues, though it sounds like they were flirting. You did told heizou that he should stop flirting with others for a while because at some points it gets too while to where he looks like he wants to get with someone else. You walk closer to the door, tip toeing and putting your ear on the door. You hear giggling so you thought they might just be talking about something nice. Until you heard something you didn’t like.

You hear wet noises coming from the door. You were guessing they were sipping some tea until you heard something coming from his mouth. “mmmh…I love you sweetheart, you’ll ever be my best loving girlfriend. Oh I can’t wait to marry you” was he drunk? could he possibly think that the woman he’s with is you? or is he really doing what you think it is. The wet kissing noises continue and you wanted to rot. Moans and laughter are coming pass the door and you decided to slam the door open. Heizou and the woman stared at you in shock as you glare at heizou. He immediately let go of the girl and got up until you slapped him. He falls to the grown and you ran away outside of the station.

There’s no way he actually did that, right? RIGHT?! you thought as you ran home. Lock all the doors and went and pack up your stuff. He promised from when you both started dating that he would always stay with you and would forever be with you. You guess he doesn’t even care anymore because that promise is going towards another woman that you don’t even know. Just how long were they together? While packing your stuff, you hear loud banging coming from the front door. You probably thought it was heizou so ignored it. The door bust opened and he went looking for you in every room screaming you name. “Y/N! PLEASE COME OUT. I CAN EXPLAIN” explain? explain my ass I don’t wanna hear your excuses he busted your bedroom door open to see you packing your stuff away, his heart shrunk as he slowly walks towards you. “Honey….no..please” he grabs you by the shoulder. You grab his wrists and pulls if off your shoulder, slapping him afterwards. “Do not talk to me, I don’t even want to hear your excuses” you yelled “but i-” “don’t even say anything, now answer me..how long were you two together” he gulps as he stared at you. He was calling her sweetheart and saying that she’s his everything and wanted to marry her….you wanted to know how long they’ve been together because he has only said that to you ONCE.

“I..uh-” he’s studdering, of course he’s studdering. He has no excuses to make because he knows what he did was wrong. But the real question was did he ever cared for you. “answer my question you bastard before I LEAVE” you yelled “two years” he blurted out. two years they’ve been together and you never even noticed. You also never seen that woman ever in your life and he’s just doing whatever he wants with her by cheating on you. Tears kept pouring down to your chin and dripping on your shirt. You didn’t care anymore. You quickly packed up your stuff and walked away from him. He tried to grab your arm but then pulled his hand back. He knew if he’d say something, you wouldn’t care so he decided to leave you alone.

A few months later, you were casually shopping for stuff with your friend and your new boyfriend. You all were picking up clothes and buying food because your friend wanted to have a sleepover at the inn you stayed in with your boyfriend. You too haven’t been together for too long and is still getting to know eachother but you love him so much and he loves you a lot too. While passing by the food stalls, you hear giggling from across you. You look to see heizou and his girlfriend happily at the food stall sharing food. You stared at them for a bit then it started to rain. Heizou then covered up the girl with his jacket and then his eyes met yours. The both of you didn’t break eye contact until your boyfriend appeared with his jacket over yours telling you to come with him. You walk away with your boyfriend as heizou looks at you in sadness. He wonders why he did this in the first place.

part 2?

[buckysgrace]

7. I Keep Looking

Gator Tillman x Oc

Part 7 of Every Little Thing!

Wow I am uh gutted after the last episode lmao

CW: Cheating, p in v smut

It had been a week since she’d last seen or heard from Gator. The silence was crushing, but she supposed it was what she deserved. She had lied to him, but she felt it was fair considering what he’d said to her. She thought she would’ve eventually gained the courage to tell him again, once she had a few weeks to mend her broken heart and have thousands of miles between the two of them. 

In some odd sense, it felt freeing to admit to someone else what had happened. No one else knew, at least, no one was supposed to. She definitely hadn’t planned on Gator snooping through her files from her doctor’s office. 

“What’s on your mind?” Hugh questioned as she pressed her palm over her abdomen. She blinked for a second, trying to ignore the empty feeling that had suddenly settled over her. She shook away her thoughts, burying her grief once again. 

“Nothing,” She breathed out softly, “Just a little stressed.” She smiled softly at him, snapping her attention back towards the party that was carrying on around them. The sun was warm, almost too hot as it sat high in the pretty blue sky. 

Hugh looked nice, almost too pristine in his black slacks and his white, long sleeved shirt. She’d warned him that it would get too hot, but he still insisted. He had a pink rose buttoned onto it, matching the ones that decorated her white flowery dress. 

“Your father has invited many people.” Hugh said slowly as he swirled his cup of water around in his hand. She nodded her head, thinking that he was very right as she turned to look up at him. 

“He is well known,” Daphne teased in agreement, “It’s mostly relatives. And you remember my friend Daisy. It won’t be too bad.” She said, tilting her chin up as she balanced on her heels to try and pinpoint where Daisy had disappeared to. Daisy had always wanted to make her break from the town, but had fallen short like everybody else. She thought that Daphne was crazy for returning. 

“I don’t know,” Hugh replied softly, “I’ll be married surrounded by people I do not know.” He said at last, expressing his feelings over the whole ordeal. She paused for a moment, unsure of how to approach the touchy subject about his family once again. 

“You’ll get to know them,” She reassured him softly, “Come on. We can do introductions and then we can dance.” She smiled as she took his hand gently, knowing that he didn’t like to hold her hand for too long. He always said it was because his palms were sweaty, but she often wondered if there was another reason for it. 

Around and around they went, slowly introducing Hugh to everyone who had attended. He was right, there were many people. Even some that she hadn’t seen in a long time. She knew better than to complain. Bruce was paying for it and at this point, this was as much his wedding as it was hers.

She retreated after she ditched Hugh off to Oliver, her cheeks tired from the tight grin she’d been wearing all afternoon. She had a thing later of sweat against the back of her neck from the sun that was beginning to beam down around them. She hoped she’d put on enough sunscreen.

She brought a cold can of Coke up to her lips, enjoying the way it bubbled and tickled at her throat as she gulped it down heavily. She felt as if she was a few seconds away from gulping down the entire snack table from the nerves that were beginning to grow inside of her. 

“You look good, mama.” She turned quickly, her eyes widening as a drizzle of pop spilled down the side of her lips. She wiped it away quickly, licking her mouth clean as she looked up at Gator.

Her heart thumped roughly inside of her chest, beating to a rhythm that only he knew as she tried to find the words to say. He looked good, handsome. His hair slicked back in the usual way, a slight grin on his face as he squinted down towards her. She wondered if he’d started wearing contacts again or if he was just neglecting to do so. 

“You came.” She stated softly, mentally kicking herself for how hopeful she had sounded. She glanced away, trying to pretend like she hadn’t been hoping to see him again. She had feared that she’d ruined it all, that he hated her. Not that she could really blame him. She had kept a heinous secret from him. 

“I figured the invitation was for me too,” Gator tilted his head as he looked upon her, “Is there a reason I shouldn’t be here?” She let her eyes linger on him for a moment, noting the nice pair of jeans he wore as well as the blue button up shirt. He left the top two buttons undone, exposing his chest hair. 

“No,” She shook her head softly, “I’m glad that you’re here.” She said at last, truly grateful because this meant that he didn’t completely hate her. She faltered underneath his gaze for a moment, feeling cautious as she brought her fingers up to her lips. She rolled her tongue over her lipstick, no longer feeling the scab that had faded away. 

“Dance with me.” He said simply, not asking as her eyes snapped towards him again. Her mouth suddenly felt too dry, as if she’d swallowed hundreds of cotton balls. 

“Gator,” She sighed deeply, “I can’t.” She mumbled, keeping her voice down as someone walked past them. She noticed the slow walk, the curious eyes as they were surely trying to pick some sort of gossip up. She wouldn’t allow that. Not today. 

“Why not?” He asked her seriously, his lips curling into an amused smile. She parted her lips, feeling like he was making this harder than what it needed to be. 

“Someone may get the wrong idea.” She replied softly as she pulled her arms over her chest, crossing them tightly to keep her hands to herself. She felt like she didn't have much restraint when it came to him. 

“We went to all of our school dances together,” He pointed out, “What’s different about this?” He asked her seriously. She shook her head, her lips curling up into a smile ever so slightly. 

“I’m marrying someone else.” She reminded him gently, feeling like this whole thing was ridiculous. In the back of her mind she knew that Gator should be the one she was marrying. They just wanted different things.

“We’re just two friends dancing,” Gator drew out slowly, “Unless there’s something else?” He asked her with mock interest, tilting his head down as his eyes fell onto her features. She turned towards him, suddenly feeling a little shy. She wouldn’t bring up feelings again, not after last time. 

“No,” She replied, “There’s nothing else.” She stated slowly, locking her eyes in on his brown ones to challenge him. She waited for him to reply, to beg her to leave Hugh and whisk her away. Her heart hammered roughly in her chest as he looked down at her lips. She wondered if he could see how desperate she was for him to say those words; to want to be with her. 

“Then what’s the problem with dancing?” He asked her huskily, taking a small step back to pull the vape up to his lips. She huffed, shaking her head as he blew the smoke out towards her. She scoffed, but had to admit that it smelt better than the cheap cigarettes he used to smuggle into her room. 

“Nothing,” She shrugged her shoulders, trying to keep as nonchalant as possible. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle her body so close to his, “Just as long as you won’t step on my toes.” She grinned as she stepped off the porch, settling onto the makeshift dance floor that Bruce and August had settled out for them. 

“I don’t do that anymore,” He mumbled, almost a little pouty as he followed behind her, inside of the barn that they no longer used. They’d spruced it up pretty nicely, but it would still need work before the wedding. The sun dipped in through the large windows, decorating the floor, “That was a long time ago.” He told her, as if she needed to be reminded of it. She’d spent his Junior prom barefoot, her feet on top of his shoes to keep from getting her toes smashed and bruised. 

His Senior prom hadn’t been much better. She’d had braces then and had spent most of the night spitting out mouthfuls of blood from where he’d accidentally popped her in the mouth after he’d been trying to tighten his tie. Still, she had been the only one in her grade to go to prom all four years. She had a different dress each time as well. She supposed she was just a smidge spoiled. 

She just smiled in response, trying to ignore the ache in her chest as he placed a hand on her hip and pressed his palm against her own. She inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of his cologne as his eyes fell down to her face again. She glanced around, noting that Hugh was swinging around a very unamused Noelle not too far away. 

It felt natural the way she moved with Gator, the way her skin molded against his. She felt warm, but it had nothing to do with the way the sun was shining on them. She looked anywhere but at him, afraid that he’d be able to read her thoughts with a simple glance. 

“You know what I think?” He asked as he pressed his fingertips lightly into her skin, drawing her attention back to him. She drew her eyes up slowly, focusing in on the moles on his cheeks instead of his warm eyes. 

“What?” She asked softly as an intense sensation spread through her chest. She wanted to look up at him fully, but she wouldn’t allow herself too. She wondered if everyone else could see just how pathetic she was at the moment, if they could see just how desperate she was for him. 

“I don’t think that you really like this guy,” He murmured in her ear, letting one of his hands slide lower and lower down her back. She gasped softly at the sensation, her eyes widening as she stared up at him this time, “I think you’re just trying to prove a point.” He replied huskily as he pulled his hand away from hers and began to trace it up her arm. She felt a thin line of fire spreading from where he’d touched. 

“Gator,” She warned him as his palm brushed across the side of her breast, “You’re going to get us caught.” She told him quickly, pulling both of his hands back to an appropriate place on her hips. She held onto his hands for just a second before she put her arms over his shoulders. 

“Don’t you want to know what the point is?” He asked, looking a little cocky as he bent a little further. She traced her eyes over his features, feeling like he already knew the answer to that. He was teasing her, toying with her emotions. She straightened herself out a little bit, trying to ignore the way his hands were drifting lower and lower. 

“Alright,” She said softly as she drew her eyes up towards him again, “Since you clearly know me better than I know myself, what sort of point am I trying to make?” She asked him, flicking her head just a bit to get her bangs from her face. His lips curled up into a smirk.

“I think you’re trying to make me jealous.” He whispered lowly, his head tilted in her direction as he spoke. Her eyes fell to his lips, feeling drawn in by the way they moved as the words rolled off of his tongue. They were such a soft pink, like the inside of a flower.

“Oh, am I?” She questioned him, drawing her eyes back up to his gaze. It was hot and heavy, entirely too intense as her heart continued to thump roughly against her ribs. She was sure he could hear it if he listened close enough. She hadn’t gotten with Hugh for any of those reasons. When she’d met him, she was sure that she’d never see Gator again. Desperation had brought her back. That was all. 

“Mhm,” He said softly, nodding his head as the next song began to play. It was slower, a little too sensual as the sun began to dip underneath the hill. The rays caught against his skin, lighting him up in a warm glow, “I think you just want to catch my attention so I’ll ruin your little wedding.” He mumbled as his fingertips pressed lightly into her hips. 

“Huh,” She drew out slowly, turning away from his gaze to ensure that they weren’t being too conspicuous, “That’s a fun little theory, but I wouldn’t like the scandal. You should know that if you’re so smart.” She pointed out, trying to keep herself from playing with the collar of his shirt. He pulled her a little closer, just enough for their clothes to brush against one another. 

“You already started a scandal by marrying someone else,” He mumbled underneath his breath, his gaze hot and heavy, “I think you like the attention.” He spat back, challenging her as his hands wandered a little lower. She felt a shiver racing up her spine.

“I think you’re full of it.” She told him in response, but made no effort to stop his movements. She waited, almost hoping that he would do something rash. She wanted to know if he really would make an effort to stop the wedding. 

“I guarantee that you’re only with that guy to try and upset me.” He said again, rocking his hips forward just a bit. She felt her breath hitch for a moment as she pressed her fingertips roughly into the material of his shirt. It felt nice against her skin. 

“I guarantee ,” She drew out slowly, “That you’re just trying to get a rise out of me.” She told him seriously, wondering if he was just trying to make her cause a scene. She wouldn’t. If there was something to admit, he’d have to be the one to do so. 

“Is it working?” He asked as amusement spread over his features. She had a strong urge to move her hand so she could touch his skin, but resisted. She chewed on her bottom lip, hiding her own smile as she shrugged her shoulders.

He swayed her back and forth, dancing with her for far too long as other people passed their partners back and forth. She blinked softly, thinking that maybe in a different life this could’ve been their engagement party. 

“It’s getting hot out here,” He mumbled as his fingertip rubbed softly over the trail down to her ass. She watched him, slowly nodding her head in agreement, “Some iced tea might be nice.” He suggested slyly. She felt her heart racing, clearly knowing there was a pitcher on one of the tables for that exact reason.

“I can make you some in the house,” She replied instead, her heart hammering as she pulled away slowly, “With lots of sugar.” She played it off, trying to act like she was doing it for his benefit. She had no desire to make him anything.

“Sounds nice.” He agreed, watching the way she finally dropped her hands from his shoulders. She turned slowly, exhaling deeply as she pulled her hands to her stomach. She played with her fingers, hoping that Gator was keeping a safe enough distance that it wasn’t suspicious.

She felt a little safer once they passed through the crowd, back up to the porch where no one was lingering. She took one last glance around, grinning as Gator stepped in front of her to slide the door open.

She paused, her heels tapping against the floor as she walked through the dining room. She peaked in the kitchen, in the living room and up the stairs to ensure that no one was lingering in the house. By the time she turned to face him, he was on her.

His large hands cupped her soft face, squeezing as his lips brushed against hers roughly. She craved the taste of him, the feeling of his hot mouth against her own. She brought her arm across his shoulders, pulling him closer as his tongue brushed against her bottom lip. 

“Someone will see,” She mumbled as he continually pressed his lips against hers, snapping out of her little haze as she became more aware of the large glass windows. She dragged her mouth against his just a messily, kissing him harshly as he pressed her against the counter, “Not in here.” She begged him softly, ashamed at how she couldn’t find it in herself to push him away. 

His lips curled into a lazy smirk as he gripped her waist, pushing her towards the dingy laundry room. She giggled, trusting him as she messily walked backwards and blindly searched for the light that would expose his features to her once again. She didn’t want to do it in the dark. She wanted to see him. 

She messily unbuttoned his shirt, struggling at the frantic way their lips were dragging against one another’s. It was sloppy, messy as his tongue flicked against her own. She tugged it off just enough to let it hang limply at his sides.

She breathed out, admiring his soft muscles as she pressed her fingertips against his shoulders. She touched his freckled skin, her eyes dancing across his pretty moles before pressing her fingers against his puffy nipples. She brushed her nails through the hair on his chest next. She slowly dragged one finger down the trail, dipping down across his belly button and his lower abdomen before she stopped at his pants. 

He pushed her back against the washer machine, hiding them away behind the door as she flicked her tongue across his lips this time. She gasped as his large hands squeezed at her boobs, lightly kneading them together before his hands moved further down. 

He pushed her dress up over her hips, groaning softly as he took in the lacey thong she was wearing. She felt her cheeks heat up, flushing at the cocky look that grew in his warm eyes. She pursed her lips together, her hands shaking as she fumbled with the loops of his belt.

“Who's the needy one now?”

“Just wanna feel good,” She whispered softly, fully aware of the desperation that was etched across her features, “I want you to make me feel good.” She whispered a second later, feeling full of lust as she tugged his body closer to her. 

He paused, his mouth dangerously close to hers as he examined her for just a quick second. His eyes lingered against hers, like he was trying to tell if she meant her words or not. She tilted her head up towards him, fluttering her eyelashes in hopes that he’d be able to tell just how serious she was. 

She kissed him first this time, her lips dragging against his sweetly as she tasted the sweet watermelon on his lips. She brought one arm around his shoulder, resting it lazily as she tilted her face up closer to his. His fingers lightly draped across her hips, just barely dipping against the material of her panties before he pressed one large hand against the back of her thigh and placed it over his hip.

She could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he used his other hand to free himself, his cock hard and glistening as he slowly pumped the length of his dick up and down. She watched, her eyes burning into his skin as she thought of how long and thick he was. It’d been so long. She wondered if it would hurt.

“Gator,” She breathed out softly, her nose brushing against his as she turned her gaze up towards him again, “I haven’t-,” She stopped herself, unsure if she should clarify what she was going to say. She didn’t want him to think that she would forever be waiting for him, that she was pathetic. Even if she was.

“S’alright,” He spoke softly as his pink lips curled up into a gentle smile, “I’ll go slow.” He promised, his gaze intense as he held onto her eye contact. She swallowed roughly, wondering if he could feel just how hard her heart was thumping inside of her chest. 

He pressed her thong to the side slowly, exposing her pink clit and folds as he slowly dragged the tip of his cock across her wet pussy. She inhaled deeply, her lips parting as she admired the way his eyebrows were slowly beginning to knit together. He was handsome, pretty even. 

She wrapped one hand around his bicep, the other digging into his shoulder as he languidly stuffed his cock inside of her tight walls. She exhaled, her lungs empty as his thick cock stretched her walls out. She turned her gaze away from him, looking down at where their bodies met as she watched him slowly disappear inside of her. 

It burned and was slightly uncomfortable as she felt herself clinging to him. It wasn’t as unbearable as their first time, but just enough to make her press a hand against his hips to stall his movements for just a quick second so she could fill her lungs again.

“You alright?” Gator asked hoarsely, his features tight with pleasure as he pushed her hair from her eyes. She felt like her tongue was two sizes too big, as she suddenly couldn’t form any words as she willed herself to adjust around him. She nodded her head, trying to focus on the pleasure rather than the slight pain.

He brought his lips down against the crook of her right neck, licking at the mole that was delicately placed there before he dragged his lips up slowly. She shivered underneath his touch, her thighs jerking as he nibbled across the sensitive area on her skin. He licked at her skin slowly, before bringing his lips back to the same spot.

She exhaled, feeling the pleasure beginning to coil inside of her stomach as he pressed the remainder of his thick cock inside of her warm cunt. He dragged his fingertips forward, dancing them across her clit in a teasing manner as a soft moan left her lips.

“Gator,” She crooned, feeling like she had jolts of pleasure that were trickling through her veins. It spread through her body. To the top of her head and down to the bottom of her toes. Everything suddenly felt too good, too warm as her cunt clenched down around his cock, “More. S’alright. I want more.” She begged earnestly, rolling her hips forward to make a point. 

She cried out softly at her own movements, gasping as her clit brushed against his soft hairs. He pressed his forehead against her own, his breath warm as he dug his fingertips into her soft thigh. He groaned as he slowly pulled his hips back and then pressed his cock deeper inside of her velvety walls.

“Christ,” He spit out, his eyes looking at her lustfully as he slowly rocked himself backwards and then shoved his cock in deeper inside of her. Her head fell back with the movements, gasping at the feeling of being stretched around him. The burn was pleasurable this time, leaving her with a dire need for more. She gasped as she held onto him, wondering how she’d gone three long years without feeling him like this, “This feel good?”

“Yeah,” She cried out softly, pulling him closer as the edge of the washer began to dig into her back. She didn’t care; didn’t even care if he left marks on her. All she could focus on was him, all of him, “Feels so good.” She reassured him, tilting her mouth up towards him.

He groaned softly, his warm breath tickling against her features as he did so. She whined at the feeling of his hard cock curving up into her, dangerously close to the spot that made her see stars. His lips curled up just so softly, like he already knew what he was doing. Their bodies molded into one, like they were falling back into place after being split apart. 

She brought her lips against his again, stealing the groan that was forming on his lips. She swallowed it, flicking her tongue against his in a messy way as he squeezed tightly at her thigh. She wondered if he’d leave bruises on her, if she’d have to cover them up. The excitement of possibly having to do so was almost too much for her to handle. 

Her pussy squeezed around his cock, coating him in her slick as she squelched around him. The sound of their muffled moans bounced around in the laundry room, hidden away by the loud sound of the laundry machines at work. 

He roughly moved a hand up to the top of her dress, forcing it down enough to free her tits from her top. Her boobs bounced with his rough movements, getting slightly wet from the spit trail that fell from their messy kiss. She moaned at the feeling, enjoying how his fingers spread the spit across her hardening buds. 

She got lost in their kiss, lost in the feeling of his cock brushing against the spot that left her whining and whimpering. Her body shook, desperately willing for him to be closer to her. She parted her lips, rolling her tongue against his once again as a loud moan formed in her chest.

“Daphne?” Hugh’s voice rang out from the kitchen, dangerously close as Gator placed open mouthed kisses against the side of her mouth. She felt her eyes widen, her pulse quicken as she was sure they’d be caught.

Gator moved his large palm over her mouth, silencing any sounds of pleasure or protest as he continued to rut his cock deep inside of her. She felt her eyes fluttering as she fought to keep them from rolling back in her head; fought to keep her legs from collapsing in pleasure.

“What do you think your little boyfriend would think?” Gator whispered harshly in her ear, his breath warm and hot against her earlobe as her cunt dripped along his heavy cock. She turned her eyes towards him, her eyebrows knitted together from the pleasure that was vibrating against her clit, “Does he know you’re my little whore? That you belong to me?”

She shook her head, feeling like there was drool falling from her lips as she looked towards him desperately. She didn’t want him to stop, not even if it meant Hugh finding out about them. For some reason it only spurred her on, made her dig her heel a little deeper into his hip.

“Are you in here?” Hugh’s voice rang out again, the sound of his shoes tapping against the floor ringing into the laundry room as he walked around the kitchen. It took everything in her to keep from crying out as the tip of Gator’s cock pressed against her g-spot, nearly rocking her over the edge right there, “Your mom wanted more pictures!” He yelled a little louder, a sense of amusement in his tone.

“You wanna go out like this?” Gator teased her as he circled a finger around her hardened nipple, before pinching it softly. She whimpered against his palm, her body twitching in anticipation as she did her best to warn him with her eyes. She wouldn’t be able to keep herself quiet if he kept teasing her.

She mumbled a soft no against his skin, whining softly as the pleasure continued to build and twist in her stomach. She desperately pulled him closer, her nails digging into his skin as his breath continued to fan over her face. 

Gator let out a soft groan, his sweaty forehead brushing against hers as he pressed his body closer against hers. She licked at his palm, teasingly moving her tongue around as she enjoyed the way he rocked his cock inside of her. She savored every inch, each vein and curve of his cock as her pussy clamped down around his thick girth. The sounds of their skin meeting, their bodies molding into one rang quietly in the room as the sound of the door to the kitchen slowly slid open then shut again.

“Is he gone?” She whispered out harshly, her voice breaking in pleasure as she tried to keep her eyes focused on him. She tried to memorize the way his features twisted in pleasure, how his neck tightened as sounds of pleasure left his lips. 

“I think so,” Gator groaned as his lips fell open against her mouth, “Jesus. You feel so good.” He spoke against her lips, barely sealing their mouths together as his cock continually hit against her bundle of nerves. She cried out, her body clamping down around him to keep them in sync. 

“Mhm, I’m so close,” She breathed out harshly, her mind fuzzy with the pleasure that was racing up her spine, “You make me feel so good.” She whined softly, wishing that this feeling would never end. 

He grumbled underneath his breath in response, whispering something so low that she couldn’t even make out what it was. She felt her body shivering in response, the pleasure becoming overbearing as she felt her stomach muscles clenching tightly together in awe. 

“Gator,” She whined, her toes curling tightly in her heels as she dug her fingertips into his skin, “Oh God.” She gasped loudly as the bridge inside of her collapsed, throwing her pleasure over the edge as she came with a cry. She wiggled against him, her eyes filling with stars as he brought her as close to heaven as they could manage. 

“Fuck, Jesus, fuck.” Gator spit out harshly, sounding just as desperate for his release as his nose brushed against her warm cheek. She licked at her lips, trying to keep from being too loud as her cunt ached around his throbbing cock. 

He filled her, his hips pressing deep against her as his head fell into the crook of her neck. He groaned loudly, clawing at her thighs as he emptied his cock inside of her cunt. She whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut as his warm spunk coated her walls. She wiggled her hips, her clit throbbing from the sensation. 

She clawed at him just as desperately, not wanting to miss one second of his flesh against her own. She could feel his heart throbbing against his skin, beating in the same rough rhythm as her own. He sighed against her neck, leaving behind a small dribble of spit as he rose to face her again.

She stared up in awe at the way his eyebrows had relaxed, the smooth lines on his features and how home like his eyes suddenly felt. She liked staring at them; enjoyed how they seemed to be a mess of different colors. They were a warm brown, but sometimes they seemed to have a vast amount of green mingled in them. Sometimes they seemed to be golden. 

She took in his flushed skin before her gaze fell to his cupid's bow lips. She brought her fingertips up delicately, touching them as if to confirm that he was real. She watched the way they moved against her skin, and she enjoyed how soft and wet they felt against her. 

She moved her hands up to his hair next, slicking the messy strands back into their usual position. His eyes stayed on her the whole time, like he was waiting too. She wished she had the strength to push him off, to tell him this would never happen again. 

Instead she brushed her nose against his again, enjoying the rough way he was still breathing as her eyes fell shut. She fell into her own little fantasy for a moment, imagining that this wasn’t wrong. She imagined that Gator was hers and that everything was okay. 

[littlebeethings]

I Wish That I Was Frankie's Girl

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader Word count: 3101 Warnings: None Summary: You had been in love with him since high school. Now you watch him marry and start a family with someone else. Masterlist | Ao3

You’ll never forget the pain you felt, sitting in a pew of a catholic church, watching your best friend marry someone who wasn’t you. A hot tear fell down your cheek as they kissed. You disappeared out the door before they walked back down the aisle. First looking back and then leaving out the large wooden door. Frankie was smiling down at his new wife and a sob filled your lungs. His large hand resting on her round stomach. How did this become your life?

Frankie was and always had been the love of your life. You remember quite clearly the day you met him. He had sat next to you in chemistry senior year of high school. You were always a shy person and the crush you had didn’t help. It took weeks for you to pull yourself together and talk to him about something other than the periodic table. Then you asked him about a movie that had just come out. He hadn’t seen it so you asked him if he wanted to go with you to see it. And he did.

You picked him up in your tiny beat-up car and went to get burgers and see the movie. It was a perfect night, that was until you realized he didn’t know that this was a date. You don’t know how you shrugged it off, but you did. 

“Oh, no. I didn’t. . . I don’t have time for relationships,” you remembered yourself saying.

“Okay, good,” Frankie had said. “Because I’m joining the Air Force as soon as I graduate.”

Your heart broke a little hearing that he was leaving but you quickly reminded yourself that so were you. You had gotten into your dream college and were going to study the things you loved most. You would graduate, get the job you always wanted, and then settle down.

After almost nine years and many failed relationships, you had the degree and dream job. Having watched the love of your life marry someone else you wonder if it had all been worth it.

You decided that the best way to clear your head was a long drive. So you pulled out of the church parking lot and drove until you reached rolling hills and farmlands. You rolled down the windows letting the wind roar around you and blasting the radio. Rick Springfield came through the speakers and the tears just started falling. Your jaw clenched as you held back the scream that bubbled inside you.

Frankie used to take you fishing when he was home. You would both get in his old pick-up truck and drive down country roads until you reached a secluded lake that was hardly ever used. During the drive, you would have the radio playing 80s songs and Frankie would tell you stories of the people he’s met and the good things he’s seen. You knew he often held back on some of the stories he had experienced in the service. You hoped one day he would be able to sit and talk to you about them. Not because you needed or wanted to know them but because you wanted him to be able to find trust and comfort with you.

At one point during the drive, you reached over and grabbed his ratty old oil hat from his head.

“When was the last time you washed this?” You asked, getting a hard whiff of sweat mixed with his shampoo. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad either.

“Give that back.”

He reached over, trying to snatch it back but you leaned away and pulled it on over your head. You pulled down the visor and looked in the mirror. The person staring back at you was foreign. She was happy. A smile shined brightly across her face and the hat. . .

“Looks good on you,” you heard Frankie whisper.

“You think?” You found him looking at you, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh. You looked back at your reflection and the idea of being Frankie’s girl, wearing his hat, going home with him every night, sleeping beside him, loving him in ways friends don’t. . . it made your heart flutter and break all at once.

“Yeah.”

You smiled at him and flipped the visor up. The hat remained on your head for the rest of the day. When Frankie pulled up to your apartment that evening with you sound asleep, you still had his hat on. He gently woke you and after saying goodnight, you went inside and fell right back asleep. The hat, unbeknownst to you, was still on your head.

You wiped the tears from your cheeks and pressed a bit harder on the gas. You were being reckless, you knew. But you wanted to feel something other than anger and heartbreak.

You remembered a few years ago when Frankie showed up at your apartment one night. You had a guy that you were getting serious with over. You answered the door and found him leaning against the doorframe, eyes rimmed red and the heavy smell of alcohol on his breath.

“Frankie?” You asked, stepping out onto the porch and closing the door. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

“Don’t marry him,” Frankie said. “Please, don’t marry him.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Frankie, go home. You're drunk.”

“I mean it,” he said, adding your name to the end. “Don’t marry him.”

“Marriage hasn’t even been put on the table. Why. . . why are you doing this?’

Frankie fidgeted a bit with his pockets, mumbling something under his breath.

“What?”

He looked up at you, his brown eyes, large and soft, staring down into yours. “I love you. I’ve been in love with you since. . .”

You shook your head, tears burning your eyes.

“No,” you said. “No. You don’t get to do that, Francisco. You don’t get to come here after all this time. . . I’ve loved you since the beginning and I waited for you. I waited so long for you. And now that I’ve finally found someone who treats me right. . . No. You can’t come in here and ruin it for me, Frankie. I can’t.”

You held a finger to your lips as you took in a shaky, thick breath. 

“Go home. Go home, Frankie.”

Your name fell from his lips but you stopped him with a shake of your head. He left, like a sad puppy with his tail between his legs and your heart broken. You didn’t know if this was the right thing to do for you and Frankie, but you knew it was the right thing to do for you.

What you didn’t know, standing there watching Frankie leave, was that your boyfriend was actually planning a proposal that night. You went back inside after wiping your face free of tears and sat down at your little table. He had offered to cook dinner and have a quiet night in, something you were very grateful for. After dinner, he brought out dessert with a ring sitting on the plate.

“It’s because of him, isn’t it?” He had said when you turned down the proposal.

You bit your lip and ran your finger up the stem of your wine glass.

“You still love him.” “I will always love him.”

“So what, now that he’s confessed his love on your doorstep, drunk, you’re just going to run to him.” “No,” you said, your eyes finally meeting your boyfriends. “I can’t do that. I will always love Frankie. It is why I will never be able to marry you or anyone else. It wouldn’t be fair to you. But loving him doesn’t stop me from caring about you, loving you.”

“Then say yes. Marry me.”

“I can’t,” you cried. “I can’t. I just can’t.”

Your boyfriend nodded. His jaw was clenched tight. How many hearts had to be broken tonight?

“I’m going to pack my stuff and go.”

You sat at the table in silence while he packed. He stopped beside you and you thought maybe he would say something, but then he was gone. You went to bed that night, hoping that it all had been a dream. Then you woke up, cold, alone, and heartbroken.

You released the scream that had been sitting at the bottom of your throat. The car sped up and then you slowly pressed your foot to the break. The car came to a stop in the middle of nowhere. You pulled off onto a grassy bank, moved the gear shift into park, and sat there. Forehead against the steering wheel, sobbing.

Your whole body shook with each sob. You had fucked up and now Frankie was lost to you, forever.

Something vibrated and reached over and grabbed your phone, wiping the tears from your face.

“Hello?” The word was more of a hiccup than an actual word.

Santiago’s voice said your name, soft and sad. “Do you need me to come to sit with you?”

“No, I’m fine. I’m fine. I got a call and I’m needed back home.”

“Frankie was wondering where you went. I’ll. . . I’ll tell him.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m so sorry,” Santi said.

You bit your tongue and looked out at the horses in the field outside your wind. There were three of them racing along the fence.

“I want. . .” Santi trailed off. “I really thought it would be the two of you in the end.”

“I did too,” your voice broke at the end.

“I’ll come to check on you in a few days.” “You don’t have to do that, Santi.”

“Yes, I do. Take care of yourself, okay?”

You nodded, “I will.”

You and Santi exchanged goodbyes and then you were throwing your phone at the passenger seat. You knew he was just trying to help but knowing that Frankie’s best friend from his time in the military was rooting for you to be the one he was marrying today hurt so much worse.

FIVE YEARS LATER

You were at work, enjoying your life free of the responsibilities of men, kids, and others. It was a busy day and you were running around helping your coworkers as well as doing your own things. You were helping someone out when you got a call.

“Hello?” You asked, not bothering to look at the caller ID.

Will’s voice came through the speaker.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” he said. “But I thought you would want to know.” “Know what?” You asked.

“There’s been an accident.”

Everything around you seemed to slow and then stop. You grabbed onto the desk as your legs went numb beneath you. The room you were in was spinning and your coworker helped you to the ground.

“Is everything okay? What’s wrong?” Your coworker asked.

“He was drinking and got behind the wheel.” “Oh god,” you murmured.

“He’s in the hospital now. No one else was hurt.​​ The police think he saw something in the road and swerved. Wrapped the car around a tree.”

“What hospital?” You asked.

He gave you the name of the hospital and you left. You grabbed your purse, told your boss that you had an emergency, and left.

The drive to the hospital was long but you didn’t remember it. Everything around you blurred and all you could think of was getting to Frankie. 

When you got there, Benny was in the waiting room. He led you to the ICU and to Frankie’s little glass room. Will sat in one of the chairs by the window, his knee bouncing up and down. Frankie was hooked up to so many machines. A giant tube was pushed down his throat.

“Where’s his wife?” You asked.

“You didn’t hear?” Will asked.

“Hear what?”

“She cheated on him. They’ve been going through a divorce for almost a year now.”

“She cheated?”

“Since before they even met,” Will said.

“She doesn’t even know if Katie is his,” Benny added.

You moved towards the bed, gently taking Frankie’s hand in yours. Will got up and moved one of the chairs behind you.

“Thank you.”

Will nodded.

“They found something,” Will said, grabbing the clear plastic bag with Frankie’s belongings. 

You watched as he pulled out Frankie’s old oil hat. He passed it to you, upside down. Inside the front of his hat was a little wallet-sized photo of you in that very hat. You were out on the lake, sitting on the dock with a fishing pole in your hands. You were laughing at something Frankie had said. The golden rays of the sunset hit your face and the water perfectly. He took this photo and he kept it in his hat. Through missions, through his marriage, through his life. He kept you close.

“He only married her because of Katie. He didn’t want her growing up with a distant father,” Benny said. “But he always loved you.

“He was going to call it off the night before. Tom talked him out of it, said he had to be there for the kid. Funny how he and Molly married because they found out she was pregnant all those years ago. Now, look at them. Divorced too.

“Thing is, Frankie was going to call it off because he only wanted to watch one person walk down the aisle. You.”

You swallowed the thick ball of salt sitting at the bottom of your throat. 

“Can I…. Can I have a moment alone with him?”

“Of course,” Will said. 

He and Benny left and you turned to Frankie. You gripped his hand tighter and brushed some of his hair from his face.

“I gave this back to you before you were deployed. Your good luck charm. It had brought you back to me all the times before, and it brought you back to me after that one. Just not in the way I always wanted.

“I wish I never yelled at you that night. I wish I had gone after you. I wish I had gone to you the day after I broke things off. I wish I had a thousand things, Frankie, all hoping that the one change would bring us together. I am so sorry.”

You stayed in the hospital until they kicked you out. You went home, showered, ate a little, slept less, and then went back to the hospital. You did that for days. He woke when you were sitting beside his bed, hand around his and slowly dozing off. The nurse rushed in with a doctor at her heels. They carefully removed the intubation tube. 

You don’t know how you stayed calm, standing at the head of the bed rubbing Frankies head. His eyes burned into yours. He was scared, you knew.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “You are okay now.”

The doctor and nurse stepped out after, giving you both a few minutes.

“What happened?” Frankie asked, his voice raw and dry.

“You were in an accident.”

“Shit,” he groaned. “I was drinking, wasn’t I?”

You nodded, continuing to brush your hand over his hair.

“Did I hurt anyone?”

“No,” you said. “You were the only one injured. You scared the shit out of me, Benny, and Will. But no, you didn’t hurt anyone else.”

“Thank god.”

Frankie closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. He squeezed your hand and you squeezed back. 

“Shit.” “What?”

“Katie. I’m never going to get joint custody now.”

“We will cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now I’m just happy that you’re awake.”

Everything grew quiet and you leaned down and gently rested your cheek against his forehead.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry,” Frankie said at the same time.

You both chuckled.

“I didn’t want it to be like this,” Frankie said. “I never thought it would be like this.”

“I know,” you said. “I know.”

“I wanted it to be you. I always wanted it to be you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I want that too,” you said.

Frankie pulled away from you a bit and you sat up, looking at him.

“Really?”

“Really.”

You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his chapped lips. 

“It’s always been you, Frankie. Always.”

TWO YEARS LATER

Frankie was driving his pick up to the lake. You and Katie are sitting beside him on the bench seat. You had your arm around Katie, your hand running along his shoulder. Slowly you inched closer and closer. He could feel the cold metal of your wedding band against his neck. Finally, you struck, grabbing his hat. 

“Hey,” Frankie said, trying to grab it back.

Katie was lost in a fit of giggles. You glanced inside and found your photo still in there. You smiled, sliding it on.

“How do I look, Kitty Kat?” You asked.

“Good,” she said.

You smiled down at her then up at Frankie.

“What do you think, love?” 

“It looks good on you, Hermosa.”

You loved it when he called you that. It made your heart skip beats, but then again, your heart was always skipping beats when you were around Frankie. 

When you arrived at the lake, Katie jumped out and ran to the beach. You grabbed the picnic basket from the bed of the truck while Frankie took the fishing rods and bait box. You walked hand in hand to the dock. You laid out a blanket at the end of the dock and sat down.

“Come on, Kitty Kat, time for dinner.”

Katie ran down the dock as Frankie cast the lines and sat the ends of the poles in little holders. He sat down beside you and pulled out the bottle of wine. You grabbed the sandwiches while Frankie poured. Katie peeked into the basket and smiled.

“Chocolate?”

“After you eat your sandwich,” Frankie said.

Her face fell but quickly turned into a smile as you broke off a small piece and handed it to her. You pressed a finger to your lips and she giggled.

“You are horrible,” Frankie said.

You shrugged. “It’s my job. I’m the good cop, your. . . mediocre cop.”

“Mediocre cop?”

You smiled under the brim of his hat. Katie had taken a few bites of her sandwich and then stood up. She muttered something about skipping stones and ran back to the beach. Frankie shook his head but he was smiling nonetheless.

“What?”

“How did I end up with someone so perfect?”

“I thought I was horrible?”

Frankie leaned in close, “No. You’re perfect.”

The setting sun lit up Frankie’s warm brown eyes. Katie laughed as she threw stones. Frankie kissed you slowly and finally, you were his girl. 

[kittyspring-creates]

Cant get eddie out of my head so heres some headcanons about the devil boy

*eddies a bottom there i said it, hed let who ever he finds attractive top him

*but hes also a brat and loves punishment games

*we all know he was drooling over steve after the king bit that bat and ashed it to the ground like a cave man

*that was the moment eddie was ok with being attracted to steve the hair harrington

*he didnt have a crush on the guy durring highschool but was becoming infactuated with him while he was on the run from the cops and the town

*he was funny, and stupid and protective, eddie always worried when dustin would talk about steve cause in eddies mind steve was caption of the basketball team and fucked around with alot of girls, the stories he heard painted the man as a sex crazed dick head who ran the school and thought he was better then everyone else

*he didnt know about nancy breaking his heart or the months steve spent worshipping her or about billy and steves bi awakening, not even dustin knew cause steve never told him, only robbin knew of it all. Anyway back to eddie

*Eddie dad was a workaholic so his neighbour always ended up watching him when he was little (ahem totally not an excuse to have an oc)

*eddie loved her, she was excentric and funny, she made everything seem like a fun adventure

*it didnt bother him so mich thay his dad wasnt around cause he always had her, theyed make forts together, act out his favorite scenes in movies and books.

*one day he asked her why she didnt have a husband and rather relictently she told him a story of a woman who didnt fit in, her coding diffrent from everyone else. The beat of her heart set at a diffrent tone. Little eddie told her that was great cause she had taight him to be diffrent so he didnt understand that she thought it wasnt

*his babysitter told him at a young age that she liked girls and swore him to keep it a secret. But he didnt understand why it was bad

*she was the first person he told that he liked boys and even wanted to marry a kod in his class. His babysitter hugged him tight and it scared him. It was the first time he saw her cry. She made him promise not to tell anyone that it was there secret and no one was allowed to know that she liked girls and he liked boys.

*but little eddie was so confused, why was it bad. One day he asked his dad why it was bad that girls like girls and boys like boys

*his dad was furious and lost his mind, tossing the table in a fit of rage as he went on yelling about the gays and how they were poison, eventually he concluded that the babysitter was gay and eddies world was ripped away.

*He didnt see the woman after that, his dad left him home alone instead and the whole town talked about her like she was dead

*he cried over her absents, remebering it as the first time he cried in a long time. Then one night his window was propped open and someone rolled into his rolled, ungracefully

*his baby sitter covered his mouth and turned on the light. She came back and he hugged her but she didnt hug back, he remembered that distinctly. He pleaded his sorrys for telling his dad but she wasnt mad. She told him she needed to get out of the town anyway and that she knew he was just curious. But now she hoped he understood why he should never tell anyone that he likes boys. He understood. She said her goodbye and told him to always stay freaky and wear the title proud. It was the last time he ever saw her

* cut to him being fourteen and getting into argument with his dad as he has since the woman left. It was his fault eddies favorite person wasnt around and he never let his dad forget it. Durring an argument about his grades it morphed into a fight about eddies life style and what that woman turned him into. At this point eddie blurted out that he likes men. Hes into boys and thay he to is gay and its not her fault thats just who he is.

*he was kicked out and dragged what little stuff he had to his uncles. Late at night he knocked on the beatened door and asked to spend the night. He didnt tell his uncle why just that his dad kicked him out for being lazy something the man belived

*this time around eddies secret didnt get out. No one was told. He figured his dad didnt want anyone knowing his own son was a homosexual

*he kept it inside, pretending girls was what he was into and always changing the subject to dnd when ever his friends wanted to talk about woman and the chicks theyd fuck

*it just kept getting worse as highschool went on and his peers started growing and morphing into adults. Puberty hitting his grade like a train

[importantwagonpursemonger]

OMG so much discussion is happening about the Daemon- Rhaenyra & Criston- Rhaenyra dynamics after episode 4. A whole lot of analysis & deep interpretation being done on issues like consent, power play & the whole she bang. I think people are doing a lot of extrapolation with current society norms & missing the obvious interpretation of the dynamics.

Daemon I think came with an agenda of taking some kind of petty revenge by causing salacious rumours about Rhaenyra. He knows Otto has spies who report his shenanigans because it was Otto who reported about his "heir for a day" comment made in tavern. We never got to see in which context he said it or even if he did but he knows Otto would definitely be on look out for anything that would fuck up Daemon.

Daemon has genuine affection for Rhaenyra but he is focused on his own revenge. I think he didn't plan on making a sexual conquest of Rhaenyra. He just wanted her to be seen with him in a brothel. He definitely didn't think that he has any sort of romantic interest in her. But I think what happened in the moment at the brothel was a classic example of hunter becoming the hunted. He unexpectedly lost control & in the process found out that maybe he does see Rhaenyra in a romantic light. That is why the abrupt stopping cold & literally running away from his feelings.

I do not think he planned to seduce Rhaenyra & marry her because he knows that his brother would never agree to give his daughter in marriage to a degenerate like him, especially when he is already married. He just asked for it knowing he had zero chance of it ever happening the next day. So his plan somehow boomeranged back on him in an unexpected way ie he learned he had romantic feelings for Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra herself has a crush on Daemon. She is genuinely attracted to him but I don't think she has any realisation of deeper feelings for him like "love". He left her high & dry so she went looking for someone else to have sex.

Rhaenyra-Criston have now known each other for 4-5 years. They both are attractive people who are attracted to each other but never acted upon it. I don't think Rhaenyra "loves" Criston. She is attracted to him & he is a safe sort of friend for her. So she goes to him to scratch the itch that was caused by Daemon. Criston being a KG has taken the chastity vow & also Rhaenyra is the princess. So he is definitely hesitant to accept her overtures. But he only says stop one time initially.He willingly participates after that. That was the whole point of them showing his removal of armour & clothes for such a long time. He definitely had plenty of time to say no & also a genuine reason of his vow to reject Rhaneyra 's advances without offending her. He doesn't because even he wants her. I don't think he did it under any coercion. He was genuinely nervous about the act & hence his nervous expressions. I mean the guy must have been celibate for a long time so he definitely would be nervous. Also he was feeling guilty about breaking his vow. But Rhaenyra definitely didn't force him in anyway. She was drunk & horny & Criston could have definitely stopped her & escorted her to her rooms. Also frankly Rhaneyra has not been portrayed as someone who abuses her authority. Yes she has a lot of snark against Viserys, her ex-bff turned stepmom Allicent & all the suitors who do not interest her but she has never deliberately plotted against anyone to bring them down. Rhaenyra just lashing out against her father & Allicent is normal behaviour especially in teenage. She is not deliberately plotting against Allicent or her kids. So I don't understand from where this idea of she would stoop to taking revenge against Criston if he rejected her is coming from. She is just a spoiled brat who lashes out by making sarcastic comments. Please tell me if she has done anything nefarious that I may have missed out.

[dear-ex-person]

Dear Ex Best Friend,

Do you remember when we used to hang out outside together? When it was just you & I & M & G, and we were closer than anyone else? There were so many good times. I remember how I used to tease you for your celebrity crushes. I remember how you and M got married by the "Gay Tree". I remember how we helped Gracie get together with her crush- did you know that they're still together 2 years later? I remember how we went to murder mysteries, and ice rinks, and restaurants, and theatre productions. And I miss that.

But I also remember the worse times. The times when you would hit me, or try to drag me towards a boy who liked me to see how I'd try to reject him, or mock me for being 'too innocent', or beat me up with my bag, or break my things because you thought it was funny, or get mad about the slightest thing and chase me until I was on the verge of an asthma attack and you had me by the hair. I remember how you and M used to fight, and how M changed when I first brought you into the friendship group.

M was my first friend. Things were never perfect between us, not when we were so different and she sometimes said the most hurtful things as a joke, but I cared about her so, so much for so long. She was the one I went to Alton Towers with, and to SIX with, and to Spain with, and to the leisure centre with, and on countless sleepovers with. Even just one year ago, if someone had asked me who my closest friend was, I would've said M.

But you liked to fight her. She liked to fight you. Mind you, maybe 'liked' isn't the right work. But you did fight, and then neither of you would apologise, and you'd both be hurt and angry and I never knew quite what to do. And then M got tired of the fighting, and she left for other friends. Things are sort of awkward between us now. My parents keep asking when she's going to come over again, but we haven't exchanged more than a 'hello' in months.

You started to get better, though, after that. We were all so messy, me especially, because M was my best friend and she left without the slightest bit of hesitation. The rest of us stayed together, and you seemed to mature a little. You didn't shove me around as much, or make as many sex jokes during lunch, or yell as much. You were getting better.

And then you hurt G. And you refused to apologise. And G told me you've been hurting her too. And that you've been self-harming.

Perhaps it was selfish of me, but it's always seemed like I was the only one you went after. G had a sort of immunity, back when we were 12. She was the coolest of us. The artist, the musician, the one who never did anything to upset anyone. Everyone loved G.

I love G. We've had lightsaber wars together in her living room, played Rush E as a duet on the school piano, seen some movie or the other at the cinema, discussed Beetlejuice the musical and messed around in one of those kids' rides at a shopping centre. She's talented, and creative, and she's tired of you. She has been for a long time.

I think you hurting her was the final straw, really. It's kind of scary to think of how easy it was to "move on" from our friendship. We'd been close for 3 years, then just like that, we weren't anymore. And a group that had gone from M & I, then to M & I & you & G, then to M & I & you & G & A & M & F, had gone to G & I & A.

G and A are still dating, which makes things a little awkward sometimes. I know that they both prefer each other's company over mine, but that's okay! I have the piano, and revision to get done. I'm fine. I don't really need friends anyway.

I guess it would've been nice to keep the ones I had, though.

Thank you for making the good memories. There's a plethora of them, and it hurts to know I'll never have something like that again. We're getting older. I'm going into A levels at our school this year, you're all heading off to colleges or apprenticeships. I don't know if I'll ever see most of you again. You always called me the 'nerd'. I'm not sure why you considered that such a bad thing.

I want to say that I hate you, but I don't. I know you well enough that I know where a lot of this comes from. I know your mother isn't the best. I know that as much as I may have been bullied over the years, it's been so awful for you too. I know people call you an "alien", and that you have ADHD, and I wouldn't be surprised if you had some form of anger issues alongside that.

You're impulsive, and you're spiteful, and you've hurt me more times than I can recall. And despite it all, I can't help but feel like this is all my fault. I brought you into the friendship group. I didn't notice you were self harming. I didn't go with M when she first left the group. Maybe if I'd have tried harder, I would've been able to make this all work. But as it stands, we're all separated.

You've hopped from friendship group to friendship group since then. First it was with F, then she fell out with you. Then it was with M, then she started avoiding you. Now it's with another group, but they've been close for years and you're a new element. No-one seems to want you for long. In that sense, I pity you.

I spend most days alone now. I revise at lunch and before school and after school and at break. People have started to like me a lot more since I fell out with you. Our drama class have named their group chat after me. Some of the popular girls have started calling me "actually really sweet". I'm inoffensive, and polite to people even when they've been awful before, and I help people with their work. I don't want to start conflict. You do.

You don't know when to back down. You don't know when you've gone too far. And not once have you considered stopping for a moment and thinking about precisely why our peers might seem to hate you so much.

I hope you're not hurting yourself anymore. I hope you're kind to your new friends, because they deserve better than what I had. I hope that you continue to grow up. I hope once you leave our school, you manage to change into someone I'd want to be friends with again.

I wish you'd stop coming up to me and acting like we're still on friendly terms. I dread seeing your face, but you expect me to smile at you like I always have done and consider us to be on good terms.

I hate myself sometimes because of you. It feels like I can't do anything right, and like I haven't been able to in years. I wish I could be as happy as I was before you ruined everything.

Thank you, @dear-ex-person. Sorry for rambling in your asks.

never apologize, this is beautiful

[tragcdysewn]

was that wang yibo? oh no no, that was just lan wangji, a canon character from the untamed. they are thirty three years old, use he/him, and are aware that they are not actually from washington dc. too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here:

just over two years, physical age is close to thirty five

what is your character’s job:

he’s a private tutor for math and language

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom:

the end of the books and the show, including the extras in the novel

has any magic affected your character:

he was unaware when he arrived in dc, and then again after valentine's day 2023, but none at the moment!

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know:

lan wangji is the love of my life please i need you all to understand that i am obsessed with this man

he was born as the second son of the clan leader of the lan clan, though he never met his father, as before he or his brother were born, both of his parents went into isolation

he did get to see his mother once a month, and those days were the best of his youth. he loved his mother dearly, and when she passed when wangji was six, he knelt in the snow outside her now empty house until he was dragged away by his uncle

he grew up as the ideal member of the lan clan, following every rule to the letter and disciplining those who did not, nor did he ever see any problem with that. the rules were there for a reason, so why would he or anyone else ever have any desire to break them?

when he was fifteen, cloud recesses brought in students from other clans to learn the lan's teachings, and he met wei wuxian as the jiang clan arrived, turning them away because they didn't have their invitation. he met wei wuxian a second time later, when the other boy was attempting to break in and sneak alcohol, and they fought on the roof of cloud recesses

unfortunately, this is where lan wangji's insanity develops. he almost immediately develops a crush on wei wuxian, and is pissed about it, especially when wei wuxian ends up in long term detention with him supervising, and takes it upon himself to annoy lan wangji in any way he can

eventually, wei wuxian leaves, but they continuously end up pushed together as the war with the wen clan begins. cloud recesses was burned down, and wangji was sent to the wen as a hostage with the rest of the clan heirs. he and wei wuxian kill the xuanwu of slaughter together, before splitting off to do what they could for the war

when wei wuxian goes missing, he abandons the war to search for him, but when he finds him, he's different, and the two spend the rest of the war arguing about wei wuxian's demonic cultivation, until he runs off the with the wen remnants

wangji does what he can to save them, but he fails, and wei wuxian and all but one of the wens die. he's punished by his clan for his actions, and is sent into seclusion to heal and reflect for three years. he only leaves twice. once to bring the final wen back to his clan to claim as his son, and once in a drunken grief

he spends the next thirteen years raising his son, and doing what he can to help the common people, becoming known for being where the chaos is, until one day he hears someone playing a song he only ever played for wei wuxian, and promptly loses all fucking sense

he takes the guy back home, confirming it is absolutely wei wuxian, and they set off on an adventure to solve the mystery he was brought back to solve and stare longingly at each other for way too long

eventually, they manage to clear wei wuxian's name and solve the murder of nie mingjue, cornering the murderer and confessing their feelings in a hostage situation because they're both off the rails and then fucked off to get married. wangji also revealed his son's true identity, so they could be a family

wangji spent the next few months traveling with his husband, helping whoever he could like he'd always wanted to do, before arriving in dc

in washington, he lost a portion of his memories for a good while, but continued to teach, always enjoying watching kids learn and develop in their own ways

eventually he regained his full memories, and now is living a pretty happy existence with his family, though he's constantly on edge, looking for a sign that something else is about to go wrong

[fraener]

9/15/23

each day i get a little closer to happiness and freedom again and notice by looking back how unhappy ive been. my hearts been reaching for anything lately, ive felt stagnant in my relationship and in a lot of ways unseen...i think ive been incredibly bored and lonely for a long time now. this was one of the worst years ive had in a while for so many reasons, but ive been wondering the last few days why on earth i saw fit to let myself get so isolated. i felt at the time i was making every effort to prevent that but i felt crushed by the weight of being treated poorly by people i used to spend time with and just sort of feeling closed off from h. been nearly a year and i still feel closed off. it becomes more pronounced when were out but he often seemingly ruefully squirrels himself away in a corner and watches me talk to other people but doesnt try and participate himself. theres that arrogant kind of shyness that i hate so much again. the expectation that the only kind of social interaction worth keeping up is if someone goes out of their way to engage with you and keeps doing so even if you arent engaging with them. im especially gregarious in most situations so i normally dont notice when people are treating me that way, but i dont like seeing it so close to home. we had a tiff recently because i started hanging out with o again where h actually did hurt me a little and it broke my heart. it took so much to get under his shell enough for him to admit why he was treating me so poorly and it really came to light hed benefit a lot from therapy i think. ive been having a not affair with my coworker where weve been spending sort of questionable time together, feels like romance but we dont ever touch. last time we went out really felt like a date which was nice but hes married so on some level we arent able to enjoy each others company too much. its been scratching an itch for me to have a lot of similarity and humor with someone again, and to learn new things about someone and argue with someone and play. last night he wasnt there at the show but i had such an incredible time talking with everyone and it scratched the very same itch...k came for a visit and i re-met some people from p's birthday party that i really enjoyed talking to. my heart felt so full seeing everyone and there felt like so much possibility before me. it felt like i was coming home to a village after being gone a long time. i dont want to go back where i was this year, i wanna go home to the dark pews and puppeteers and string instruments and laughter and stolen glances and what little magic this place has to offer. what a terrible year it was! i think ill start going to the honky tonk again and spending a lot more time with s and p and j. i really think the big thing missing for me was going to shows with people i like and just being in big group merriment in general. not sure how much longer things will go on with h, he hasnt been kissing me lately and i cant tell if its because i told him i needed space or because of something else. hes been kind of touchy though and the thing where each of you are being sarcastic is being taken seriously because theres something not being talked about under there is starting to happen a lot. i cant tell how much more lonely ill be if we break up. might be the same but probably much worse. i love h but i feel like i dont know where he is and feels very far away, and maybe has felt that way the whole time. i think i thought wed get along better by now. schools starting up again in one week so ill see what happens i guess. i feel ready for change though, in a much bigger and more settled way than i have all year. whatever comes will come and that will be that.

[seyaryminamoto]

I know there's no way you have time to write another multi chapter story aside from gladiator (which is btw amazing) but can I just ask what is the supposedly plot or premise of Played by Fire?

Oh boy, well... that particular fic has been a thorn on my side for a long time, haha. I've never really managed to make it work, and I've tried multiple times, but I've never really felt fully comfortable with any of my different attempts of writing it. But I suppose if you really want to know...

Just to warn you, it's a bit of a relationship drama fest :'D so if that's not something you'd enjoy, don't bother tapping the read more, haha.

So, for starters, the plan here was for Sokka and Suki to still be in a relationship and for everything to look alright between them (to anyone outside their relationship, that is). Suki is serving as Zuko's guard, following what the comics established, and Zuko slowly develops feelings for her that he assumes she'll never reciprocate. Azula, redeemed and serving as his advisor, tells Zuko to get over his crush or do something about it, Zuko being the tortured drama king he is, doesn't want to hear it. Basically, Azula thinks he should get over Suki and marry someone else to secure his lineage, but he's too busy pining over a taken woman to care!

The conclusion Azula reaches is that if Zuko tells Suki how he feels and Suki tells him outright that she's not interested, Zuko will finally be free from his crush, pretty much. Zuko agrees to that eventually, knowing he'll wind up with a broken heart but knowing too that, once he knows there's no future there, he'll have no choice but to move on. Thus, Azula offers to distract Sokka (who's visiting Suki frequently in the Fire Nation, and he's there at the moment) so that Zuko can do this when he has the chance.

The four of them were to travel to Ember Island, not entirely sure why anymore, but they were. Azula found that to be the ideal situation for Zuko to get a grip and finally tell Suki what he feels... so she starts the Sokka distraction strategy by talking nonsense with him and Sokka is certainly entertained with Azula, but Zuko still fails and chickens out of confessing at the last moment because he's Zuko :'D

Anyway, Azula is frustrated but decides to enjoy her beach time because that's what she went there for, Zuko kind of gives up and decides that what matters is for Suki to be happy and that he'll get over her to do what Azula is asking, marry someone else...

... And when they reach Ember Island, Sokka and Suki break up with a big chaotic argument about I don't even know what :'D

As a result of the big, screamy fight she has with Sokka, Suki, outraged, leaves Ember Island and Zuko decides to go with her to make sure she'll be okay. Sokka thinks at first that Suki will change her mind, and he thinks Suki is the one who was out of line so he doesn't want to apologize to her and run after her, since he thinks she's the one who should apologize to him. Thus, he decides he'll stay in Ember Island anyway, even if Suki's not around. Zuko tells Azula to stay with Sokka in case he's just faking being okay and needs help, Azula tells Zuko that this is his chance to confess to Suki, Zuko tells Azula of course it's not...! But even so, Zuko and Suki take off together, leaving the other two behind.

Broken up as they are, Sokka is still assuming Suki will come back to him and realize she made a mistake eventually. After a few days of sulking, he starts to think maybe she won't come back at all and maybe this is the actual end of their relationship. Azula tries to needle him into accepting that he can be with someone other than Suki, that their relationship isn't the be-all-end-all of his life, but Sokka keeps sulking anyhow. Eventually, he decides he's going after Suki after all, and Azula knows her brother won't have had the guts to do anything about his stupid situation... so she decides she needs to keep Sokka in Ember Island.

As a result, Azula baaaasically decides to prove to Sokka that he doesn't have to be with Suki at all. She was supposed to seduce him through some, uh, unorthodox methods, which throws Sokka's head into complete disarray, and he has no idea what to do upon suddenly finding himself strongly allured by Azula. Azula tells him he's not in a relationship anymore, so what's the big deal?

Once Sokka decides to accept that reality, Azula becomes Sokka's rebound romance (at first). Their first night would have been a rather impulsive, messy thing, but by the next day, Sokka would have calmed down a bit and started to realize there really can be a life beyond breaking up with his girlfriend. This, then, translates to Sokka deciding to get to know Azula better. She's certainly interested in him on a physical level, but she's still putting up barriers so she's not really sure about the intimacy Sokka might have been looking for (also because she's started this for what she expects Sokka would think are the "wrong reasons). Still, after a few days of awkwardness (except for when they're banging, of course), Sokka actually starts to appeal enough to Azula for her to open up about things, her family's experiences in Ember Island, her childhood, and so on. She finds he's very welcoming and easy to talk to, so she opens up gradually and in doing so, opens the floodgates to falling in love with Sokka, who's also doing the same thing with her.

By the time their week-long vacation ends (or however long it is), Sokka and Azula are definitely intrigued by what they have going on, and they know that it's going to be awkward to explain, but they hope both Zuko and Suki will be responsive to it and won't jump to conclusions about how Sokka is shameless for rebounding so fast and so effectively (since he'd be pretty much over his earlier distress upon breaking up with Suki).

Cue their shock when they return to find that Suki is remorseful, ready and eager to rekindle things with Sokka.

Azula confronts her brother, who very honorably (and stupidly x'D) chose not to tell Suki about how he felt and instead encouraged her to go back to Sokka if that was what she wanted, helped her open her heart, examine her mistakes and acknowledge them, and so on. Azula is absolutely outraged and probably only realizes how much she likes Sokka when she finds she's at risk of losing him. Sokka isn't completely sure of how to explain to Suki that he's not interested in going back to her...

And this is the part where things would get particularly bad: Azula's insecurities would lead her to think Sokka is going to choose Suki over her. In a panicked bid to keep him with her, she'd tell Suki the truth about how Sokka barely grieved over their relationship before falling into bed with her, also revealing that Zuko is interested in her and that the only reason why Azula got caught up in all this shit was because she was trying to help her brother. Suki, of course, loses her shit, and the situation becomes extremely chaotic since now everyone's mad at Azula for pretty much airing everyone's dirty laundry as she did, revealing Sokka got involved with her when he was still getting ready to explain that and so on. Lots of drama. Too much drama. Excess drama.

Sokka and Suki would take off to Republic City to sort out their problems there, on their own. Azula tries to plead with Sokka before he goes, acknowledging she acted out but that she cares about him, Sokka tells her he needs time to sort out the mess he's in now, since most everyone he knows is bound to think of him as the disloyal asshole who ditched his girlfriend and got together with his friend's sister at the first chance (when the girlfriend in question was the one who ditched him, but life is unfair that way). So Azula ends up in wobbly territory, afraid that she's lost Sokka irremediably, and that her brother is going to be mad at her forever.

Suki and Zuko also have a conversation where Suki confirms that Zuko feels how he does about her. He admits the truth, but tells Suki that he wants her happiness more than anything, and that if she believes she can be happy with Sokka, that's all he wants for her. The thing is, Suki doesn't really think happiness with Sokka would be a possibility anymore, not after everything that's happened, and she's starting to wonder if maybe the break-up was worth taking more seriously than she had thus far.

So she goes to Republic City with Sokka, and they talk things over while Azula and Zuko sulk over their failures to be with the people they like. Sokka and Suki have some really earnest conversations and realize that they really are better off taking the break-up seriously and ending things between them. Suki has started to ponder the possibilities with Zuko, and Sokka already knows Azula makes his heart race in ways it never had before, so... they go back to the Fire Nation some time later, with Suki offering to test the waters with Zuko, since she and Sokka are decidedly done now. Sokka would go to Azula too, and her broken heart would finally begin to heal after he tells her that while her methods weren't the right ones, the outcome is the one it should have been and that he's come to realize a week with her wouldn't ever be enough and that he wants the full thing, pretty much?

AND THAT'S THAT.

... As you can see, it's a lot more relationship-drama heavy than I like for my content, generally. I didn't mind going wild with relationship drama back in the early years when I first came up with this idea? But I've aged and age means I've grown a bit jaded with excessive relationship drama. Therefore, I've actually tried to rework this mess into something a liiiittle bit less chaotic... but it still doesn't work, somehow. I've started this story at least twice and in neither case was I happy with the outcome (I outlined a much more lighthearted version of it for this year's Sokkla Saturdays, but even that didn't work for me at all and I ended up writing something else entirely...).

So... yeah, now you know what the plot was going to be. It's not really something I think I'm bound to write in the future, therefore why I was down for giving you the outline of what I wanted this story to be. I'd certainly say that for each their own, but I'm not sure this story would fall into the realm of things I want to write anymore, unfortunately.

But now you know! And I hope you're happy knowing what the soap opera-like plan was meant to be with this story :'D