#n it's like beautiful paroles

[shadowbannedthehedgehog]

aklfdja;klsjd je blague mais watching and remembering all those collective like songs n stuff 'known' persons did during the lockdown got me thinking myb we need another pandemic lmaoooo

[leclercs-posts]

Sore loser 🏎️

charles leclerc x reader

(instagram au)

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charles_leclerc: senza parole. simplicemente i migliori. ❤️(no words. simply the best.)

pierregasly: félicitations mon pote, très fier (congratulations mate very proud)

fan1: ❤️🇮🇹

carlossainz55: bravo cabron! 👏

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yourusername: thank you for having me @scuderiaferrari, well done charles ❤️🇮🇹 @charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc: merci y/n was lovely meeting you❤️

yourusername: likewise charles ❤️

fan1: she’s living my dream fr 😩

scuderiaferrari: welcome any time y/n ! ❤️

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yourusername: might make this a regular occurrence

pierregasly: head over to red bull next time ;)

redbullracing: we second this

yourusername: my loyalties lie elsewhere❤️

charles_leclerc: pierregasly ha!

charles_leclerc: beautiful❤️

yourusername: ❤️

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yourusername: I won 🏆 charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc: let’s see who wins on track next time

yourusername: I’ll beat your ass again :)

fan1: he took her karting !!

arthur_leclerc: go y/n !!

yourusername: he couldn’t keep up

charles_leclerc: yeahyeah

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charles_leclerc: yourusername is a cheat

yourusername: dont be a sore loser❤️

charles_leclerc: I let you win amour❤️

scuderiaferrari: maybe you have a contender for your seat charles ;)

fan2: they’re so cute !!

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charles_leclerc: happy new year 🖤

yourusername: bonne année mon amour ❤️

charles_leclerc: je t’aime❤️

pierregasly: heureux pour vous deux🤍

fan1: finally!!!

fan2: omg yay ❤️

scuderiaferrari: most beautiful couple ❤️

[chestnutninny]

5th Times The Charm

Request- 5 times she knew she was falling in love with Elizabeth Donnelly

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One

Your first time in Judge Donnelly’s courtroom. You drew Elizabeth’s attention straight away, your nerves more than evident as you sat behind the desk, wringing your hands together as Casey Novak introduced you both to the rest of the court.

“I’m Senior ADA Casey Novak, and this is my second chair on the case, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Casey started the case off strong, but Elizabeth was not prepared for when your turn was up. Your tailored suit clung perfectly to you, flaunting your curves in the most beautiful way she could possibly imagine. She was shocked by your sudden confidence you held as you strutted around her courtroom, bringing the suspect the team had arrested to a sobbing mess on the stands in front of the jury. 

You looked over at Casey as the suspect admitted everything he had done and she nodded at you, as Judge Donnelly’s gavel echoed through the courtroom, sentencing the man to 25 years with the possibility of parole. You glanced over at the Judge as you began to pack up your belongings into your briefcase, a genuine smile on your face, to which Elizabeth averted  your gaze with a blush on her face. She didn’t know what was happening to her, she had never felt like this before, butterflies erupting in her stomach from the look you had given her.

Two

You exited the elevator onto the floor where Casey’s office resided, checking your phone for any news on the case you had just been given. Your other hand was being occupied by manilla folders. You had your head down as you walked through the corridor, only looking up at your name being called. But you were too late to react. 

Coffee splattered all over both of you, soaking your crisp, white shirt. You looked up to who you had bumped into, the colour draining from your face when you realised that you were standing face to face with Judge Donnelly. You started to stutter out an apology, your hands shaking as you set down your phone and files onto the floor beside you. You reached into your briefcase, pulling out a packet of tissues.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” You rambled, as you pulled a tissue from the packet, reaching out to dab at her freshly-stained tailored suit.

“It’s okay.” She gasped at your contact, before offering to lend you a new shirt from her office. You ultimately agreed, and followed her lead to her office.

She reached into a drawer in her desk and pulled out a neatly folded, blue shirt, which you gratefully took from her. Her eyes trailed down your body and her mouth went dry at the sight of the outline of your bra, which was very visible through the soaked shirt, which clung to the curves of your cleavage. And then, her very audible gasp that escaped from her mouth when you started unbuttoning your shirt before her, sliding it down your shoulders.

She ran over to the other side of the room, adjusting the blinds to her office, and also using it as an excuse to avoid staring at your newly exposed chest. When she turned back around, you had composed yourself again and looked smart and professional again in the shirt she had lent to you. You smiled as you walked closer to her.

“Thank you, Liz.” You smirked at her as you saw her chest heaving under her still stained shirt, and you reached out your hand to squeeze her forearm as you slipped out of her office, your files in hand.

Three

Some months after the incident, Elizabeth had finally found the guts to ask you out for a date, admitting that she had liked you for a while. Obviously, you agreed because you’d be a fool not to. You had both been dating for a while now and she had invited you over rto her large house, complimenting her home and how beautiful it was. 

After your homemade meal and wine, she led you to her room, where she pushed you onto the bed. The moan that left your mouth was all the consent she needed and started unzipping your dress, pulling it down your body. You helped her take off your underwear and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her at the sight of you, layed out bedford her completely nude for her eyes only.

Seeing you in your purest form made her fall for you even more.

Four

“Baby, you’re sick. I’m sure they can find someone to fill in for you today.” You tried to persuade your girlfriend. She had been up all night coughing and wheezing with the flu. When you woke up this morning, her eyes were watering and her nose was stuffy and running.

“I’ve got court, it’s important.” She rushed around the bedroom, gathering all the items that she needed to put in her bag for work. You reached out to hold her back. You placed the back of your hand on her forehead, checking her temperature.

“Liz, you’re boiling up. Please, just have the day off, I’ll even look after you.” You said suggestively, wiggling your eyebrows.

She chuckled before erupting into a fits of coughs, to which you rubbed her back. She collapsed back onto the bed and you threw a blanket over her hunched body. You went to the kitchen to brew her a cup of tea and when you returned, her work clothes were strewn across the floor, her satin pyjamas now residing on her body. 

“Thank you for looking after me, my love.” You looked up at you as you set down her tea on the bedside table, before reaching for the TV remote.

“You don’t need to thank me for looking after my girlfriend.”

Five

Your nerves rattled through your body as you stood waiting at the wooden doors to the church. Despite being nervous though, you were extremely excited to see your soon-to-be wife standing at the end of the aisle. You thought about the way that her suit would be hugging her perfect figure, highlighting how truly gorgeous she is, and the smile that would be residing on her face, accompanied by the glistening of tears in her eyes.

You were pulled from your thoughts as the doors swung opening, the guests’ heads turning to face you. You walked down the aisle, your parents linking either one of your arms, and you focussed on your fiancee who currently had her back turned to you, waiting until you got closer to the front of the hall. As though she sensed you walked behind her, she spun on her heel, her lips splitting into a giant, genuine grin as she spotted you before her.

“Wow.” You heard her mutter under her breath, looking you up and down, appreciating you in the best way possible.

You finally stood opposite her, and reached for her hands, which were shaking.

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“I do.” You confirmed, tears running down your face.

“I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Liz pushed your veil over your head to reveal your face, and pulled you closer by your hips. Her lips gently pushed against your own, her hands coming up to cups either side of your face, holding you close to her body. Despite the time you had both spent together, the kiss was by the far the most passionate and full of love and emotion.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Liz.”

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[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Bruh I remember you saying how there was a point in his life where Yves was possibly facing death row because of some insane human experiments and now I’m just imagining him in court looking cunt as f in that orange jumpsuit like: “12 counts of kidnapping” *flips hair over his shoulder* “6 counts of dealing in dead human remains” *crosses legs* “18 counts of Mayhem” *bats eyelashes* “20 counts of first degree murder” “3 counts of possessing, selling or usage of weapons of mass destruction” like he’s be so nonchalant because he knows that he’s gonna be free and won’t see another night of jail and that the courts are just doing this to satisfy the loved ones of the families that were affected.

Now I wonder like, I remember in an earlier ask it looked like Yves might’ve looked quite different when he was in his doctor era, not as femme and with shorter hair, would this coincide with his mad scientist era as well? Or would this be afterwards?

I also feel like the human experimentation stuff happened while he was trying to essentially patch himself up and used live donations to do that. I dunno y but I have a headcanon that all of that may of happened earlier into his medical career, like I can imagine him first starting, always wearing a surgical mask and gloves because his face and hands probably looked DASTARDLY, and over time, as he patches himself up reveals more and more of himself.

I dunno, just my idea, probably doesn’t match up with your own tl but I was thinking about it since I saw it and now I have the time to put it into words! Love your writing and I love Yves!!!!!!!!

Tw; Yves past and full of traumas n shit, body horror and stuff

Trust me, he wasn't serving cunt in court, there was a reason why he has any video, photo and even memorial evidence of it scrubbed.

The first time he got sentenced heavier than a few years in prison without parole, he was screaming and hissing and kicking as the guards took him away. Yves was bitter and full of hatred, his quest to become beautiful again was interrupted too early because of his immature carelessness. It hasn't even been half a decade since he received his license and he's already caught. Fellow inmates avoided him because there was just something not right about that man even though he was one of the scrawniest and visibly weakest in the institution.

He already knows how to make scalpels out of nothing, Yves's extensive knowledge of human biology means that he could very easily kill or debilitate anyone without a hitch. The gangs wouldn't want to mess with him, the weaker ones wouldn't want to get his attention, and not even the wardens wanted to go near him if they could help it. The vibes were just... Off. He wasn't a pretty sight for the eyes either, especially with his scars and deformities from years of abuse.

It was only years after he 'calmed' down enough to think properly in prison. Unfortunately though, during his turbulent years, he racked up a large number of mutilation and murder victims in his facility. He was the worst and deadliest inmate in there, at one point having a judge sentence him to death because he was just too much of a threat to be kept alive.

So he sobered up, pushed aside his anguish for his looks and dignity robbed away from him. Yves considerably mellowed himself down, opting to be more diplomatic and cunning to get what he wanted. He had to learn how to seduce the people that matter without the help of his youth and looks, he would play the meek, helpless deformed cutie in distress. It managed to win the hearts of some key personnel that aided him in escaping. Not only the prison, but the system too.

Through a lengthy, convoluted, and nerve-wracking plan paved by betrayal, drugs, sexual exploitation, torture, and evil intentions, Yves somehow got his death sentence reversed. And slowly, dissolved his other penalties too with the help of his contacts and smart thinking. He sacrificed a lot to get out and most importantly, acquire experiences.

He kept going until he finally escaped, entirely. Having the authorities off his back because they cannot convict him anymore. Using every legal loophole and doing shady things to paint him as innocent in the eyes of the law. Hell, they didn't even remember him, as if he induced permanent amnesia into those who brought him to justice in the first place. He had done the impossible and he had become a traitor to everyone he had used to attain his goals, dooming them to their horrible fates because they abused and brutalized him when he was at his lowest.

From there, he had attained his secret, unstoppable weapon: patience. Yves has learned a valuable lesson, that is if he keeps acting out and thinking that he's running out of time, he will fuck up and not go anywhere.

Now that he knew the ins and outs of the system (and the psychology of those involved), the next time he was caught and brought for another court hearing in handcuffs, he wasn't serving cunt either. He had to manipulate everyone into thinking that he was innocent and simply framed for something he didn't do. Yves is playing his own chess and winning at every round, he knows all the moves and what to do, and he calculates the risks and benefits, the probability of what might happen. Who he should endear himself to and who he should appear intimidating to.

When it comes to trouble, he is never serving cunt nor flop. He is always serving nothing. Because he knew that attention can be deadly, for every case he got himself into, one of his main priorities was to keep it hush-hush. The less people know, the less he has to eliminate, the better.

He wormed back into his medical career, laying low for a bit but ultimately scheming to get back to usual programming. Yves learned how to be much more careful, and sneaky. He learned how to keep their screams muffled and enhanced his forgery skills. The importance of having numerous scapegoats at his disposal is greatly emphasized so his quest wouldn't be interrupted too soon again. Those who truly knew the monster under that calm and collected facade either feared or respected him, or both. Everyone else didn't know who he even was or his relevance to anything, that's exactly what Yves wanted: obscurity. Fame did nothing but get him in trouble and tormented, so he sunk into the comforting depths of anonymity.

Only when he got the face, hands, and feet that he wanted, Yves fucked off from the medical field to do other things he wanted. But mostly it is to work on his mental fortitude to become the powerhouse he is right now. It doesn't mean he quit entirely, though. Present day, He would still run his morbid experiments from time to time on people who wronged him; there is definitely no shortage of them in the world. Yves does that to satisfy his curiosity or to research how to make your life better.

[tooti-fruiti]

THE BAD GUY [PROLOGUE]

You were so excited!

You were selected as a contestant on the Total Drama show!

You were driven to the island on a boat and you arrived you saw that four people were already there.

A nerdy girl, a goth girl, a tall party dude, and another tall dude.

You stepped off the boat and the host, Chris McClain, introduced.

"And this is (Y/n)!"

"Hey Chris! Are you sure we're on the right island?"

"I asked the same thing." One of the guys said.

You sighed and picked up your luggage.

"I'm DJ." The dude said.

You smiled and stood between him and the other dude. "I'm (Y/n)."

"Hey girl, I'm Geoff!" The party dude said.

You smiled and waved at him.

The goth girl just rolled her eyes.

"Everyone!" Chris said grabbing everyone's attention.

"This is Lindsay!"

She gestured towards a beautiful blonde girl who smiled at everyone.

"Hii!" She said, and then she looked at Chris.

"Okay, you look SO familiar!"

"I'm Chris McClain...the host, of the show." He said.

"Ohhh that's where I know you from!"

"Uh...yeah?" Chris said while you and DJ gave each other a look.

Behind her, another girl arrived.

She had long black hair, black eyes, and a mean glare.

She walked past Chris without saying a word to him.

"Heather..." He said.

The nerdy girl ran up to her and got in her face.

"Hi! Looks like we're your new friends for the next eight weeks!" She said, spitting into Heather's face and making her lean back.

Then you all heard Rock Music in the distance and you saw another boat approaching.

A dude with a green mohawk and piercings was driven up, he threw his bag onto the dock and glared at Chris.

He was kind of hot.

"Duncan! Dude!" Chris said, excitedly.

"I don't like...surprises." He said, holding up his fist.

He walked towards Chris and Chris gave him finger guns.

"Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that man. He also told me to give him a holler anytime and have you returned to juvie."

Duncan rolled his eyes. "Okay then."

He picked up his stuff and moved beside you, winking at you.

You blushed and turned away.

"I'm calling my parents!" Heather said. "You can NOT make me stay here."

Chris smiled at he held up a stack of papers.

Another boat approached and there was a guy wearing all red, water skiing behind it.

However, he lost his footing and flung himself over the dock and into the water, splashing Heather.

"UGH! MY SHOES!" She said as he climbed out of the water.

"Wicked Wipeout man!" Chris yelled.

Tyler smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

DJ and Geoff gave him a thumbs up back.

Chris started laughing at how miserable Heather looked, but he didn't realize there was already someone else behind him.

"Welcome to camp, Harold." Chris said.

He started looking around, confused.

"What's he looking at?" The nerdy girl asked.

"So you mean this show is at a gross summer camp and not on some big stage or something?" He asked, sounding like Napoleon Dynamite.

"You got it." Chris said.

"Yes! That is so much more favorable to my skills!" Harold said, as he picked up his stuff and walked away.

Chris winced as Harold approached everyone.

You turned away from Harold as Duncan flipped him off.

"The next contestant is Trent!" Chris said.

"Hey, good to meet you man. I saw you on that figure skating show, nice work." He said.

Chris gave him a hand shake and smiled. "Thanks man, I knew I rocked that show!"

"I saw that!" The nerdy girl said. "One of the guys dropped his partner on her head, so they got immunity that week."

"Lucky!" Harold said. "I hope I get dropped on my head."

"Me too!" Lindsay said as you rolled your eyes.

"So, this is it?" Trent asked.

Heather started drying her hair and Harold started picking his nose, making a few people move away from him.

"...alrighty then." He said as he moved to stand beside the goth girl.

Another girl walked onto the dock carrying a giant surfboard.

"Hey, what's up?" She said.

"Alright! Our surfer chick, Bridgette, is here!"

Duncan scoffed. "Nice board, this ain't Malibu, honey."

"I thought we were going to be on a beach?"

"We are!" Chris said, gesturing to the trash covered beach.

Bridgette sighed. "Great."

"Alright! That's our first 12-" Christ stopped when Bridgette accidentally smacked him with her board when she reached down to grab her suitcase.

"Ow! Damn it! That hurt!"

"Hey guys." She said as she stood beside Geoff.

"Heyyy, I'm Geoff!" He said.

"What's up?"

"Hi! I'm Beth!" The nerdy girl said.

"Hey!"

"Okay, we've all met surfer girl, can we got on with show please?" Heather complained.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed." You smirked.

"Drop dead." She said.

You rolled your eyes as Duncan chuckled quietly.

"Our next camper..." Chris said, rubbing his head. "...is Noah."

"You got my memo about my life threatening allergies?"

"I'm sure someone did!" Chris smiled.

"Good. Is this where we're staying?

"No, it's your mom's house." Duncan said sarcastically.

"Whatever. Cute piercings." Noah said.

"You want one?" Duncan asked, grabbing a needle from his pocket.

"No, no thanks."

After Noah, another girl arrived to the island.

"Wassup y'all! Leshawna's in the house!"

Harold gasped when she stepped onto the dock.

"Yo baby! Ay how you doin'? How's it going?" She said giving Chris a high five.

"Feel free to quit now and save yourselves the trouble cause, I came to win!"

She walked up to you and DJ.

"Yo girl, you got some style going on!"

You smiled and crossed your arms. "So do you."

Then she smiled at DJ and gave him a high five. "Oh what's up my brother? Gimme some sugar baby!"

"I've never seen a girl like you in real life before." Harold said from behind her.

"Excuse me?" She asked.

"You're real big. And loud."

"What the FUCK did you say to me?!" She yelled. "Oh no you didn't! I'll show you big stringbean!"

She was about to jump and attack Harold, but Bridgette and DJ rushed to stop her.

"Alright campers, settle down!" Chris said.

Leshawna adjusted her shirt and glared at Harold, who gave her a little smile.

Two girls appeared together, matching each other in almost every way.

"Ladies! Katie, Sadie, welcome to your new home for the next eight weeks!"

Katie gasped. "Oh my gosh, Sadie look! It's a summer camp!"

"Okay, I always wanted to go to summer camp!"

They both squealed and ran to the other end of the dock.

After they did, another guy came onto the dock.

"Ezekiel! What's up man?"

Ezekiel looked up and pointed at the sky.

"I think I see a bird." He said, making some people giggle.

Chris put his hand on his shoulder and gave him a little pep talk, then shoved him onto the dock.

"That's just...wow." The goth girl said.

Another boy came on after she said that.

"Cody!" Chris said. "The code-ster! The code-meister!"

He gave Cody a high five as he walked towards everyone confidently.

"Dude, psyched to be here man. I see the ladies have already arrived! Alright!"

He was about to say something to Leshawna but she stopped him due to what happened with Harold.

Next, a muscular girl came onto the dock and she completely blew off Chris.

"Eva. Nice. Glad you could make it!"

She dropped her bag on Cody's foot and he held it in pain.

"Ow! What's in there?! Dumbells?!"

"Yes." Eva replied dryly.

"She's all yours man." Duncan said to DJ.

A loud cheer came from the other end of the docks and you all saw a big dude cheering.

"Chris! What's happening?!" He yelled as he laughed. "This is awesome! Woooohooo!"

"Owen! Welcome!" Chris said as Owen picked him up into a bone crushing bear hug.

"Awesome to be here man! Yeah! Man, this is just so..."

"Awesome?" The goth girl asked.

"Yes! Awesome! Wooooooooo! Are you gonna be on my team?" He asked her.

"Oh I sure hope so." She said sarcastically.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-"

"Are you about finished?" Chris asked, annoyed.

Owen put him down and smiled. "Sorry dude, I'm just so psyched!"

"Cool." Chris said. "And here comes Courtney."

A girl with short brown hair amwas driven up to the dock and Chris helped her down as she thanked him.

"Hi! You must be the other contestants, it's really nice to meet you all!" She said.

Owen started shaking her hand quickly. "Hi! I'm Owen!"

"Nice to meet you O...wow...." She said, looking at something in the distance.

In the distance was a muscular guy with long black hair and a chiseled face.

Most of the girls swooned when they saw him.

"This, is Justin." Chris said as he walked onto the dock.

"Welcome to Total Drama Island." He said as he gave Justin a fistbump.

"Thanks Chris, this is great."

"Just so you know, we picked up based entirely on your looks!"

"I can live with that." He shrugged and walked to the other end of the dock.

"I like your pants!" Owen said.

"Thanks man."

"Cause they look like they're all worn out! Did you buy them like that?"

"No just, had them for a while."

"Oh! Cool!" Owen said before he hit his forehead.

You and Duncan gave each other a look at his behavior.

"Hey everyone! It's Izzy!" Chris said.

"Hi Chris! Hi! Hi! H-WOAH!" She said as he accidentally ran off the ship and hit her chin on the deck.

"Oooh that was bad." Tyler said as he giggled.

"Guys! She could be seriously hurt!" Courtney said, as she helped Izzy out of the water.

Izzy started shaking like a dog which confused the shit out of Courtney.

"That felt...so.. GOOD! Except for hitting my chin. This is summer camp? That is so cool! Do you have paper mache here? Are we having lunch soon?!"

"That! Is a good call!" Owen said.

"Hold your horses Izzy." Chris said. "We still have one more camper to introduce!"

One last camper got onto the deck and your heart dropped when you saw them.

It was your ex.

"This is-" Chris started.

"(Y/n)?" They asked and you averted your eyes.

"Oh, do you two know each other?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, we dated for a few years."

"Oooh! How awesome is this?! We have an ex couple on the island! The drama is starting off great!" Chris said.

"So tell me, why did you break up?"

"They cheated." You said and most of the other campers glared at them.

"Oh come on babe, I was drunk! I wasn't-"

"Anyway!" Chris said cutting them off. "This is (Ex/n). Time for pictures! Move to the other end of the dock!"

As Chris got up somewhere high to take the picture, you made sure (Ex/n) stayed away from you.

"Okay!" Chris said. "One, Two, Thr- Oops, I'm holding it backwards!"

"Okay, hold that pose! One, two- Oh wait, forgot the lens cap!"

"Come on man, my face is starting to freeze." Leshawna complained.

"Got it! Okay! Everyone say: 'Wawanakwa!'"

You all said what he told you too, but before the picture could be taken, the dock broke under the weight and you all ended up in the water.

"Okay campers, dry off and meet me at the campfire pit in ten!"

(Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day)

Chapter One->

[negansbackdoorwhore]

Seek Help

Warnings: smut, swearing, angst

“Fucking bullshit.” Negan swore as he sat in his car looking at the doctors office. This was meant to help him as the meeting for anger management wasn’t quite progressing at the rate his parole officer wanted. So he was sent here and he hated the fact he had to be. His girlfriend thinks it’ll help but he was probably going to be dumped soon.

He swallowed his pride wanted to get these few sessions over with. He didn’t even put effort into his appearance and only wearing his black sweatsuit as he stepped into the office. As Negan checked in he sat down and silently sulked until being called back into a cozy looking room. He sat onto the seperate couch and kicked up his feet.

“Oh, I see you’ve made yourself comfortable Mr. Smith.”

“Yeah. That a problem doc?” He looked to see a pretty young woman walk in all dressed in a professional attire and holding a clipboard. Negan being himself he found her hot and wanted to try and flirt.

“I understand you were sent here from your parole officer after an assault charge. I can imagine this is probably the last thing you wanted to do.”

“You’d be correct. So why don’t we leave and let me take you out?” He said in confidence but got laughter from her.

“That’s very cute Mr. Smith but let’s get right into session.”

He got upset after the stupid session when you rejected his offer. Deep inside he knows it’s wrong because his woman was home waiting but now it’s a point to prove he can have you. The next week comes and it’s time for appointment. Before leaving his home he put effort in his appearance this time. He slicked his hair back with gel, putting on a snug fitted black tee, his nice jeans, and a pair of boots. He did look good and completed his look with a spritz of cologne.

“Why are you all dressed up?”

“Doc said in order to start the healing, the appearance comes first.” He said with a smile but she rolled her eyes. He waved her off and made way to the office. As soon as he was brought back, she was sitting there waiting for him.

“Hello there Doc.”

“Well Mr. Smith, you clean up very nicely.”

She complimented while his smile grew bigger. He talked throughout the session and adding on his charm. She made no reaction or gave into him. That really pissed him off and he left feeling like a loser. He has a beautiful girlfriend at home why is he wasting time on a girl who doesn’t want him. So that night he went to apologize and treated her like queen.

Even though after a long couple months he still liked his therapist too much. He hated to say that he was falling for her and losing interest in his girlfriend. He tried hard to still be good to her. Although she already had decided it was time to break up. He begged her not to leave but she had already made up her mind.

The next couple of weeks he felt depressed sitting alone in his empty house. He eventually stopped going to his therapist and got nonstop calls from his parole officer. He continued ignoring the world until he eventually had to go outside to grab mail. He then saw a car slowing down in front of his driveway. Negan saw it was Y/N, he felt confused as she stepped out to approach him. He didn’t have enough time to retreat.

“Mr. Smith, it’s been a while since you came into my office.”

“I don’t care to. I don’t think it’s gonna work out talking about my feelings.”

“Please, just keep trying. You can’t just ignore everything and expect things to go away.” Negan frowned at the attempt and felt wore down into inviting her inside. As he stepped in he saw her turn to him to go in for a hug. He tensed at the contact made, he was unsure of what to do for a moment then slowly hugged back. This was what he needed, a person’s touch.

“Negan, I want to help you but I can’t do anything for you if you don’t open up.” His hold grew tighter and could help himself at the feeling of her.

“I need you.” He whispered, that made her eyes go wide and he was already going to nuzzle into her neck. She gently pushed him away to see the sadness in his eyes.

“Please. I just need you, I feel like I might have fallen for you.”

“I can’t be involved with you like this. Even if I also feel the same it’s inappropriate.” Negan bit his lip and couldn’t control how he picked her up in his arms. He heard her gasp before placing her body onto the couch. His body settled over hers and she watched him go in for a kiss but he pushed on his chest.

“Negan. No, we can’t.”

“Y/N, please. I need this, just help me feel better.”

She let him kiss her this time and felt a spark ignited in her stomach. Negan groaned as her arms were wrapped on his neck. He couldn’t hold back as his hand was already going to the button of her jeans. He felt her hips retreat slightly but he still pressed into your pants to caress her front.

She whimpered at the sensation and her head fell back enough for him to start laying his kisses on her skin. He loved she felt against his touch and heard her let out a noise. It went straight to his cock and he wanted to feel her so fucking bad. He imagined it before so many times but now he could do it for real. He planned on making it count for her and of course for his longing.

“Y/N. Let me do this…” She moaned as his words fell out and his fingers were touching her wet pearl. Her thighs squeezed his wrist and he pushed further by letting his finger slip into her vessel.

“Let me take care of you.”

Little by little, his sweet whispers and addictive touch had both of their clothes on the floor. His hand and mouth making her cry out along with his cock aching to get touched by her sweet pussy. Her body growing hot and trembling underneath him. She caught her breath and he took opportunity to kiss her again but this time his hips grinding on her.

“Negan, we can’t go back to our sessions. What are we going to tell your parole officer?”

“I’ll figure something out. Let me handle that.” He said as he moaned when going inside her with ease. He held her wrists down as he thrusted inside her. String of curses left his lips at how good she felt. He was full of fire and made her all his.

[aajjks]

outfit: https://pin.it/17lcnWffd

DHP!JK

the guards immediately escort sarang away from jungkook’s cell before any of them can get caught. her words clearly struck a nerve and unfortunately, jungkook begins to consider the heartbreaking statement. deep down, he knows that your love for him runs deep. it just has to, but what if…it’s true…?

the next day has you feeling blue. you wouldn’t say yesterday was the worst day ever but you wonder if you should cancel the rest of your sessions with sarang and come clean with jungkook about how you’ve been feeling. you do your morning routine, wash up, and throw on a cute outfit you’re sure your boyfriend would love.

you do one last 180 in the mirror before grabbing your keys and leaving your apartment.

“i’m gonna tell him how i feel. i’m gonna tell him the truth” you say to yourself as you get inside your vehicle and drive off to the correctional facility. you park your car and hurry inside the building. on your way in, you see jaehan.

“mr. jeon, it’s good to see you. is everything okay?”

“hello, y/n. everything’s fine. got to deliver some good news today”

“good news? did they—,”

“yep. his appeal for parole got approved. they’re looking at releasing him on monday”

“are you serious?!! oh my gosh! this is so good!! thank you so much, mr. jeon. i appreciate you so much”

jaehan smiles. “i have no choice. can’t leave my youngest in there forever. now, go see him. i’m sure he’s just as excited to see you”

~🫧

He can get released in the next two days. He’s Actually getting released in the next two days.

Jungkook actually cannot stop smiling, today seems like a great day rather than yesterday because yesterday’s night was kind of harsh on him..

Sarang fucked with his brain, but she couldn’t really succeed in making him doubt you because he knows that you never set him up or anything

He knows that you’re coming to see him, his dad gave him the best news ever, and he cannot believe that he will finally be free.

It will finally come home to you and live his life. Get married to you, have children with you and live his happily ever after with you.

Jungkook is already standing near the bars, holding onto them tightly, you must be here soon, right? You’re gonna be so happy to hear what he’s going to tell you.

He has so many plans once he gets out and he knows that he has to make up for a lot of lost time with you and a lot of pain that he gave you by getting arrested and doing what he did.

He will make your life a heaven for you.

“Yn!!! my precious you’re finally here..” Jungkook speaks as you approach him with a guard, the guard takes the hint and shoos away.

You look so beautiful actually, you always do but he loves to see you in dresses, “wow.. what are you trying to do? Make me break free from this hellhole yn? So I can come out and ravish you?” He licks his lower lip.

His throat suddenly feels so dry, and his pants feel really fucking tight.

“Yn don’t worry I’m coming home on Monday. Dad was just here and guess what my appeal got approved.”

You get closer to him, “wait no do not kiss me- kiss me when I get home please.. promise me. You will be there with my parents to pick me up on Monday?”

[silverjirachi]

silverjirachi’s Works and WIPs Master Post - 2023

I have a lot in the works and a lot to be completed so I figured I’d put an updated list all in one cohesive place. This will also be available on a page on my blog directly, in case you want to check in.

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Pokemon Fandom

The Dead Sea Trilogy, @the-dead-sea-trilogy

Pokemon RSE / ORAS

Pairing: Archie & Maxie

Book 1: The Devil and the Dead Sea (complete) - 76,000 words

“So, where would you be, Mr. Sunshine, if the blistering sun dried up the raging sea?"

The first book in my hardenshipping trilogy, The Devil and the Dead Sea, focuses on Maxie's desperation to reach the Seafloor Cavern. After his own plans fall through, he must enlist the help of his enemy in order to reach his goals, and joins hands with Team Aqua in order to reach the cavern.

But along the way, a hidden romance is discovered between the two teams, and Maxie must bring his team - and his own sanity - back under control, lest he lose everything he's ever worked for in the process.

A traditional Enemies-to-Lovers - featuring many parties Maxie does not want to be at. Gossip, nonsense, sad feelings, and sea shanties ensue.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Maxie, Archie, Courtney, Tabitha, Shelly, Matt, Groudon & Kyogre, original Team Magma/Team Aqua crew, Maxie and Archie fighting and falling in love on a ship.

Link to AO3

Book 2: Icarus and the Blistering Sun (being updated actively!) ~ 100,000 words

Thanks for instilling dreams in me, Max. I’m off to pursue mine. See you when I awaken the great and mighty KYOGRE!!

The preqel to The Devil and the Dead Sea, Icarus and the Blistering Sun tells the story of the beginnings of Archie and Maxie's relationship-turned-rivalry, and how there once was a close partnership and even a friendship therein - and how it all went so bitterly, catastrophically wrong.

Follow a young, aspiring, college-age Maxie as he strives to find his calling. He and Archie--along with one other peculiar blue-haired scientist--travel the region to chart and discover the legendary Pokemon--inadvertently feeding this information directly into the hands of Team Rocket.

Featuring Even More Parties that Maxie Does Not Want to Be At, and Colress, who is only there to break rules. There is some light Maxie/Colress content, a peculiar and disastrous ship I am referring to as FeralScienceShipping

Featured Characters/Concepts: Maxie, Archie, Colress (B2W2), Petrel (HGSS), Domino (Team Rocket, Mewtwo Returns), Archie's encounter with Jirachi, Maxie's backstory, and the inception of Team Magma

Link to AO3

Book 3: Mother Earth and Her Infinite Sky (wip) ~ 100,000 words (probably)

“Thwarted by two twelve year old kids." Maxie paused again.  “Hm.  I don’t like that this is a recurring pattern for some reason.” “It’s like every region’s just linin’ up waitin’ for their next apocalypse,” Archie laughed.  “Who’s next?  Kalos?  Alola?  Sinnoh?” “Please don’t talk like that.” “What?  Why?” “Sinnoh is home to creatures far more powerful than Kyogre and Groudon.”

The third book in the Dead Sea Trilogy, in which Archie and Maxie (and their third wheel, Colress) are working together to build something new from the ashes of their two retired teams. They join forces with their mutual parole officer (Looker) to keep themselves out of jail, and to a stop to an emerging threat in the Sinnoh region.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Maxie, Archie, Colress, Looker, Matt, Shelly, Courtney, Tabitha, Team Galactic, Archie and Maxie's fledgling romantic relationship, Courtney's weird computer thing, and the Creation Trio.

Spinoff: Ophelia and the King’s Madness (wip) ~ 140,000 words

"N's heart is pure and innocent. But there is nothing more beautiful and terrifying than innocence."

This is one of only three quotes uttered by Concordia in the entire game. Ophelia tells the story of Ghetsis' lesser-known children, Anthea and Concordia, and how Concordia came to the conclusion she did. It explores Team Plasma as a cult, Ghetsis as its leader, and the two sisters as sheltered prisoners in their own "heavenly" home.

The story centers greatly on Concordia and the secret, romantic relationship she develops with Colress, who hides a great portion of who he is while continuing to experiment with Team Plasma and Project Genesect behind her back.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Anthea, Concordia, Colress, N, Ghetsis, Project Genesect, the logistics of Team Plasma as a cult, Ghetsis' manipulation of Anthea & Concordia in order to "correctly raise" raise N.

LINK TO PREVIEW: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28881342/chapters/70850358

Currently Unnamed: Dead Sea Trilogy one shots collection (brainstormed)

This will be a collection of related stories and one-shots featuring the cast of characters from the Dead Sea Trilogy, similar in vibe and feeling to Stories from Exile.

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The Legend of Zelda

Exile//Vilify (complete) ~ 150,000 words

The boy was special, and he intended to find out why.

An origin story for Astor from Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity, Exile//Vilify tells the story of those that are chosen, and those who are not.

Astor has trained since childhood to become the next Royal Seer, but he is plagued with a dark secret: a prophecy that states that he will one day be expelled from the castle, sent into exile, and devote his life to Calamity Ganon.

General fiction, no extensive ship content. Featuring Astor as the royal seer, Astor having a deep, meaningful relationship with Zelda's mother, and a Fate-worshipping cult that calls themselves the Royal Order of the Seers.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Astor, Zelda's mother, King Rhoam, Master Kohga & Sooga, original Hylian characters, a deconstruction of the concept of fate & predestination, and an exploration of Astor's cult/eventual worship of Calamity Ganon.

Link to AO3

Stories from Exile ~ 50,000 words (ongoing)

In which Kohga and Sooga are really just friends.

Stories from Exile is a collection of one-shots, short stories, and other just general snippets, some much more serious than others, that are related to the world of Exile//Vilify. Majority focuses on "evil" Astor - aka, his time spent in exile - and his misadventures with the Yiga Clan, although there are a handful of stories of Royal Seer Astor in Hyrule Castle, including a few heartwarming ones with the baby Princess Zelda.

The Totally-Platonic relationship of Kohga and Sooga really takes the cake here though, and a great handful of stories also focus on Yiga-Clan shenanigans. There is a table of contents at the beginning so you are able to sort through and find what you'd like.

Updated sporadically as new ideas strike me, all canon or semi-canon to Exile//Vilify.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Master Kohga, Sooga, Astor, Lady Urbosa, Princess Zelda, the rest of the HWAOC crew. Antics.

Link to AO3

Trouble Will Find Me (wip)

"If I stay here, trouble will find me // If I stay here, I'll never leave." -The National, "Sea of Love"

Trouble Will Find Me stands as a prequel to Exile//Vilify. It is a story that focuses on Astor's mentor, Thelem, and what brought him to the Royal Order of the Seers, and to the events that take place right before his first meeting with Astor.

This is Thelem's origin story, featuring the formative years he spends on Satori Mountain, finding himself, his meeting and relationship with Azelphir, and a more in-depth look at the culture and religion of the Order of the Seers.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Thelem, Azelphir, deeper lore of the Order of the Seers, Thelem's origin story, Thelem and Azelphir's underlying feelings for one another. Blupees, Koroks, Hyrule's other supernatural phenoma, and the Lord of the Mountain.

PREVIEW - AO3

Rewoven into the Stars (complete) ~ 8,000 words

And this new king before him, he wasn’t like the old one.  He was stubborn and sweet.

Rewoven into the Stars was a gift/commission for a friend, which falls in the Stories from Exile universe. A portal opens through space-time and sends a rather strange (and kind) Ganondorf through. He and the formerly-royal seer spend the following weeks growing closer, even falling in love.

Featured Characters: Astor & Ganondorf from the Born Evil universe by @sherlocktheravencat

Link to AO3

Prophet to a Gerudo King (wip)

“Are you willing to vow your undying loyalty to me?  From not just now unto death, but into all your future lives to come?"

A one-shot that muses on the pact between Astor and King Ganondorf, with Astor acting as Ganon's royal seer. Semi-canon prequel to Exile//Vilify, depending on how you look at it.

Featured Characters: Astor, pre-Calamity King Ganondorf

The Rhoam Cucking Chronicles (complete?) ~ 4,600 words

"He fucked my wife." -King Rhoam, in the games (real)

A shitpost about Astor fucking Zelda's mom, the Queen of Hyrule. Based in the world of Exile//Vilify / Stories from Exile. I (might?) add more silly portions to it someday, although it is unlikely. I can be bribed to do it, however, as I can be bribed to do many things...

Featured Characters/Concepts: Astor, Zelda's mom, King Rhoam, Astor fucking Zelda's mom (obviously)

Link to AO3

Hyrule is Doomed! (ongoing)

Hyrule may be in a lot of trouble, yes. But under Link's professional, expert, and yes, even reckless care -- it certainly will not be doomed.

Hyrule is Doomed! is a SILLY collection of one-shot stories that detail my chaotic, shirtless himbo playthrough of BOTW/TOTK. Featuring tales such as Link scaling the castle naked and with six hearts (and beating Windblight Ganon), going west instead of east off of the Great Plateau, and the ever-beloved Guardian Tipping.

Updated as ideas and the memories come to me, or when I do something stupid in BOTW/TOTK again.

Featured Characters/Concepts: Link being silly

"Link" to AO3

[the-dance-of-italy]

Its more or less a brainstorm of fanlore details for the game im making about actor mark.

It had a been a week since he was released on parole, those seventy years locked up hardly affected him, he still looked as young and handsome as he did that faithful poker night. He decided to return to his manor, as for the reason? was it to pick up whatever belongings hadn't been looted? to properly say goodbye to his parents home? he wasn't sure, but something seemed to pull him back home.

He stepped out of the taxi cab and thanked the driver. He looked around a the front entrance, the gate was falling apart from oxidation, the weeds were overgrown, and it was impossible to get through even a few meters into the property. due to the debris from bricks and wood, not to mention the trash that littered the driveways. He tried his best to go through without damaging his suit and once he was in a relatively open area, he glanced around his family's house. The windows were broken beyond repair, the front door seemed to have been blocked with pieces of wood to prevent people from trespassing. The blocked door didn't stopped him from entering, he obviously knew his own house from top to bottom and quickly managed to find a secret passageway into the manor.

The secret passageway led him to the piano room. He walked towards the chimney and thanked god (did he still believed in god? did he even believed in a god in the first place?)that his parents wedding photo was still there. he pulled it out from the broken frame and kept it in his breast pocket. He turned to the piano in the middle of the room and conjured up an old memory of his childhood. His father was playing the piano while he rehearsed a song for a school play and his mother came into the room carrying a tray of glasses of lemonade for the three of them. When Marc finished practicing with his father, his dad carried him expressing how proud he was that he got the lead role. His mother carried him and also expressed her aspirations of him to become a successful Broadway star in the future.

He felt overwhelmed from his memory and decided to go to the backyard towards the white gazebo. Despite the years, the gazebo had stayed relatively clean and decided to rest for a bit. While heavily overgrown, his mother's garden was still as beautiful as ever, he glanced at the red roses and another memory came to him.

It was early spring, Mark had organized a party with all of his friends to celebrate their graduation, there were many classmate invited, but his main guests were always his brother William, his best friends Damien and Y/N and of course his girlfriend, Celine. Mark made sure everyone had a good time, he tapped on his glass and proceeded to make a toast, to the future, to the success of his friends and to the love of his life. He recited a long speech he had prepared for months to profess his undying love to Celine and to the surprise of everyone, he knelt down and pulled out a ring. To Mark, his plan was proving flawless, he was sure the love of his life would be joyful and accept his proposal without a second thought. In reality, Celine was not liking the situation, because while she did love Mark, she didn't want to get married and the social pressure of the moment wasn't helping her even utter a "let me think about it".

Damien, knew about how Celine felt about marriage but was aware of how much Mark was devoted to her. and decided to keep quiet. He hoped that maybe, Celine's rebellious nature would die down if she married him. Y/N, on the other hand, did not know of this, but could feel the tension from Celine but also didn't know how to stop this without courting Mark's anger. On top of that, William did not happy about the proposal and left without attracting attention to himself.

(He goes to do some things and then enters the kitchen)

He recalled a time shortly after Celine had abandoned him, when he started to injure himself, he walked to the kitchen at midnight to try and find some paper towels to clean up the mess he made in his room. He hadn't expected Benjamin to still be cleaning up so late.

Benjamin greeted his master kindly, thinking that Mark was just thirsty and had come downstairs for a glass of water. His face quickly fell when he took notice of the cuts on his master's arm.

"Master! what has happened to you?" "Oh this? uh… don't worry! i was doing some late night drinking and i dropped a glass. I just cut myself from trying to pick it-" "This is clearly not a cut that can be caused accidentally!"

He put some towels on his cut to stop the bleeding and he rushed to the closest bathroom possible to get an aid kit.

"Please follow me to the table so i can heal your wounds" He said as he pushed Mark towards the dinning table. Mark knew that Benjamin was very loyal to him , although he had Abe investigate Benjamin since he believed that his butler knew of the affair with but never said anything. Seeing how worried Benjamin was, he felt bad for ever doubting him in the first place.

"There, you should be good to go for now. I shall call for a medic to come and properly inspect your wound tomorrow morning-" "NOBODY IS GOING TO SEE THESE WOUNDS" "..." "Dont call my doctor." "Understood sir, forgive me." "That will be all, thank you. Its late, go get some rest."

Mark ordered and headed towards the stairs when Benjamin called him again. "Sir…i-... i didn't know about the affair.." "I didn't ask- I don't want to hear-" "I understand, but if i may... this situation is difficult and i want you to know that I'm here for you…"

Benjamin cared.

Someone cared about him.

NO.

Did his own butler thought he was weak? Did he dared to think that someone like him would be upset forever over that harlot?

But he meant well, Benjamin had good intentions-

No.

This lousy servant isn't going to look down on him too. What would people think if THE Mark I. Plier allowed himself to be stepped all over even by a mere servant? Just how low had he'd fallen from grace?

Mark simply gave Benjamin a glare and went upstairs to his bedroom.

[thewriterg]

Contractions | S.M

Pairing(s): Miles Morales x Fem!reader, Miles Morales x pregnant!reader, Peter Parker x Fem!reader, Tasm!Peter Parker x Fem!reader, Peter Parker x pregnant!reader

Summary: Five reasons you’ve cried pregnant with the bug boys babies

Inspo: @mikaelsonblog2-0

Warning(s): Mentions of Pregnancy, Language, everyone’s aged up, Mood swings, Fluff! (Please let me know if I missed anything)

A/n: -GIFs aren’t mine- Bitch I’m back out my coma 🕴🏽

♡︎ Miles Morales

1.

You were a waddling six months pregnant as you made your way to the kitchen of your new house that you and Miles moved into for more space for your Family!

You had a specific place for your snacks that you kept for cravings

And you wanted chocolate so you made you was to the fridge opening the freezer to see what?

No chocolate.

You had been working on things for the nursery the entire day and wanted to reward yourself and the fact that you couldn’t with Ghirardelli Milk chocolate with Carmel couldn’t help but upset you

Pressing your lips into a thin line you couldn’t help but feel a tear slide down your cheek and when the first fell more began to flood your face and you were soon crying up a storm

Miles walked through the door his keys jingling making his way through the house with cans of paint and boxes for the nursery just to hear you sniffling echoing through the halls

Dropping everything Miles began to call out for you before finally making it to the kitchen where your back was turned to him

“Hey love what’s the matter?” Mile’s nervously questioned waking towards you slowly as your sniffles filled the room

You turned around with an empty chocolate Box in hand and a frown on your face that Miles couldn’t help but be relieved and chuckle at

“Aww baby you ran out of chocolate” The spider questioned swiftly picking you up in his arms as you nodded against his shoulder your tears transferring to his shirt

“Well it’s a good thing that I got this hmm?” Mile asked as he rustled through a plastic bag on the couch before pulling out a chocolate bar

You couldn’t help but hop down and smile big as Miles passed you the candy bar happy in definitely

2.

You had made dinner for you and Miles you had insisted since you had been pregnant Miles had have to do paroles alone -with the occasional help of Gwen-

So the least you could do was make dinner right?

Miles had just gotten out the shower a fresh pair of clothes on making his way through the hallway into the kitchen to see you his beautiful glowing pregnant fiancée cooking dinner

“Hey love, is that a new pasta sauce” Miles pointed out the glass jar with a unfamiliar label before wrapping his arms around your belly as you worked on top of the stove

“Yea I thought I would switch it up is that not what you wanted?” You turned around looking up into Miles eyes as the spider noticed that your eyes started to water

“No love of course not I’d love to try something new darling” Miles reassured as he brought you into a hug rubbing your back as your tears transferred onto his shirt and Miles could’ve swore you cried harder at the statement

“Darling I swear”

3.

“Gwen said I was fat” you yelled storming into your house

“NO I said that baby widow was growing”

“That means I’m getting fat!” You sobbed

4.

“Love what’s the matter?” Miles attempted to hide his smile as you you struggled on your couch

“I can’t put on my shoes” You sniffled

5.

You were scrolling on social media your phone propped up on you seventh month baby bump and you came across a cute kids page that sold clothes and nursery items

This couldn’t be happening right now

You were In the middle of target parking lot waiting for your grocery order as a video of a newborn in a crib loaded on your screen

You wanted your baby to be in their own crib but you felt like you had forever to go with your pregnancy

Miles will be having an ear load latter on in the day for sure

♡︎ Peter Parker

1.

“Tell me again why your crying again baby?” Peter questioned attempting to hide his smile as he recorded you on his phone while you wiped under your eyes

“It’s stupid don’t make fun of me” You we’re in between crying and laughing as you patted your face with a tissue

“It’s not stupid it’s sweet what did you say” Peter smiled softly as your third trimester hormones continued to sway up and down

“Because the day the baby is born, it’s gonna be there birthday” Your voiced wavered as you laughed occasional tears continuing to run down your face

“That’s right sweetheart, that’s exactly right.” Peter chuckled before rubbing your belly

2.

Peter woke up to the sound of your crying echoing through your room causing him to hop out the bed quickly sleep still in his eye as he stumbled across the bedroom calling out your name

“Y/n! Love where are you?”

“I’m in the bathroom” you called back Peter began to follow the light to the bathroom that connected into your room

“Whats the matter love” The view of you on the toilet you head in your hands sniffling softly was not a sight Peter expected to see at 2:30 in the morning

“I keep having to fucking pee!”

3.

Peter were reading a book on the couch as he hear a soft thump

Looking around for what could’ve fell he spotted you his very pregnant fiancé struggling to get a snack off the floor as your baby bump sat in your way

Peter slowly walking over to you a little worried that you were crying over such thing instead of asking for help as he picked up the rice crispy treat the blue foil crinkling in his hand as he passed the marshmallow snack back to you

4.

You were in your office of your home reading off emails and doing light paper work you were pregnant and have to take it easy yes but you couldn’t just drop out of your company all together you were the CEO for crying out loud

So when you went to grab your favorite pen and write off you signature on a business agreement you didn’t expect for the pen to just indent your name onto the line of the white paper

you scribbled on the side of the paper thinking that the ink just got caught up but no. There was quite nothing else the pilot G2 pen could give as it ran dry and out of ink

Starting at the pen in pure distraught you picked up your phone as you dialed Peters number -who picked up as soon as you called-

“Hey love how’s your day”

Oh poor Peter was about to get an earful about the little black pen that sat on your desk empty

5.

You were grateful and glad that your fiancé could let you take a break and cook up yourselves dinner without burning your kitchen down in ashes

grilled cheese and tomato soup what more could you ask for

When Peter brought out you bowl of suit and plate of grilled cheese as he sat the dishes In front of you

“They’re cut in triangles” You whispered as your eyes start to water

“Oh dear Odin” The spider let out a string of curses underneath his breath as he quickly took the plate running it back to the kitchen

♡︎ Tasm!Peter Parker

1.

Alright so you had ordered a beige crib for your baby’s nursery you wanted it to be neutral

So when your packaging service drops of said crib store your door step you let your excitement take over and hike the box up the stairs

You might be pregnant but your still have your abnormal abilities as a temporarily retired super hero

So when you started to take the wood out of the box and it was a Smokey gray instead of beige like you order you couldn’t help but be In distress as you looked over you order and you had order beige

Peter had just got home from parole as he had carried himself up the stairs it was mellow evening nothing much to see on the Tuesday so he decided to call it early

“Hey sweetheart” The spider greeted you as he began to take of his suit while you face was stuffed into your pillow

At your unusual silence Peter looked up at you through the mirror your face was still stuffed into your pillow

“What the matter with my lover” Peter questioned while you sobbed into the pillow at the question

“They sent the wrong crib” Your voiced muffled into the pillow as you continue to sob

2.

Peter didn’t mean to rush you he really didn’t but you had to get a hunt on the day before it went by and as you sat in your closet helplessly you couldn’t help but be upset over the upsetting truth you knew were to come

“Sweet heart we have to go” Peter called out rushing up the stair to come get you as he barged into your room as you sat in the closet sobbing

“I can’t fit my jeans”

3.

This was your second false alarm you were a waddling nine months pregnant and had got sent home from the hospital again

You and Peter made it back to your car after two days as he carried all the hospital bags putting them into the trunk as you got yourself into the car

“Sweetheart it’s gonna be okay third times the charm” Peter tried to reassure you as best as he could

“I’m tired of being pregnant!”

4.

You had officially missed your hair appointment you were supposed to get you hair done before your due date and you stylist was busy scheduled

But New York traffic was a bitch

So you took the nearest short cut back home a mopped around downing on your undone messy hair

Sending prayers for peters shirt that you’re going to drown y/n/n

5.

“They forgot my fries” you sniffled as you checked you McDonald’s bag for the salty potato’s to go with your Carmel sundae as you eyes started to water

“God damitt” Peter mumbled doing a U- Turn back into the drive through

[puppeteered-poetry]

Can I have uhhh GN!Reader topping Yancy, with a side of uhhh praise and overstimulation? And make that a uhhhh big buff whiny man? Please and thank you >:)

You may ~

    Yancy’s head hit the pillow, blush already covering his face. You tugged at his shirt, smirking.

    It was Yancy who had asked, coming to you, curled in on himself as he sheepishly asked if you would try it. You were ecstatic to oblige.

    You pulled his shirt up, exposing more tattoos, as well as scars and bruises.His body was toned, and he’s clearly been getting sun since parole.

    “Youse… Youse can put it back, if you wanna.” Yancy offered, fearing you didn’t like seeing all of his marks.

    “Are you kidding?” You whispered, tracing a scar on his breast. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

    Yancy was about to say something, when your fondling of his cock stopped him in his tracks. “Y-Y/N!” He gasped.

    “Yes?” You purr, teasing him through his pants.

    He made a small whine, covering his face. That wouldn’t do. You playfully slap at his hands, his knuckles had changed, but it’s hard to read. You’ll look later. 

    You slide his pants down, and he moves to start undressing you too, but you shake your head. 

    “You’re not lifting a finger, pretty boy. This is all mine.” His boxers are next, and he’s already rock hard.

    “Pretty boy? I-I mean, pretty boy?” He corrects, nearly dropping his faux accent. You grin, thinking about how by the end of the night, he’ll be screaming your name without it.

   “Would you like handsome better?” You wink, starting to pump your hand up his shaft, taking the vibrator out of your pocket.

   When he sees the wand in your hand, he’s even more of a mess. “Y-youse kiddin’-” You press the vibrator to his tip, turning it on. “Youse n-nOt kiddin’” He pants.

   You start him slow as he clutches the headboard, holding his cock still against the wand. He’s a moaning mess already, but you can do more. You turn the vibrator off, and it comes back on twice as powerful. 

    He moans louder “Y/N, I… I think I’m gettin’ close.” Not close enough. You think.

    “You’ll be a good boy for me and wait, right?” You turn it up again, making him squirm beneath you.

    “I-I can- hngh- Try-” He huffed, but pre was already dripping, trailing down onto your fingers.

    Despite himself, and all of his efforts, he cums, looking up at you with wide eyes when you not only don’t turn off the vibrator, but turn it up.

    “Sug-Sugar! “ He cries out, twitching as you torture his spent dick. He gasped for air, and when you flash a peace sign, your signal for him to continue or quit, he nods. He’s getting everything he could have hoped for.

    It takes a while, but he cums again, a lot more difficult and pitiful. He’s trembling, panting heavily. 

    “Good boy~” You smile, admiring your little, beautiful mess.

[chaoticvampirejedi]

She won't be there

Summary: After months of loneliness Crosshair wants to see you again, but he doesn't belive you want to be with him anymore.

Pairing: Crosshair X female reader (although without the use of Y/N)

CW: light angst, mentions of alcohol

w/c: 962

A/N: So... I'm not entirely happy with this one, but after a few days of hesitation I said to kriff it and I decided to post it. Also, once again, English isn't my first language and I'm very talented at making stupid mistakes, so don't hesitate to correct me.

Tags: @ladykatakuri @twinkofthedink @hellothere-generalangsty

She won't be there.

He already knew it. Why would she be there? She had no reason to meet him today or ever; not after all this time. Not after what he had done.

Crosshair clenched his fist angry at himself. He had left her alone for all these months and didn't even bother to check if she was alright, that kriffing chip wouldn't even let him do that. Now that it was gone, he wanted to fix these mistakes, make it up to her, but could he?

The closer he got to Cid's Parol, the slower his steps became. Crosshair laughed almost hysterically, as he realized where he had asked her to come. To some shady bar in Ord Mantell City! Very romantic! Very safe!

She won't be there.

She wouldn't suddenly leave Coruscant just to meet the kriffing idiot who left her. 

She was smart; she would have never made such an impulsive and crazy decision. He was selfish asking her to do it. After all, she owed him nothing. Nothing. 

If only he could, he would have visited her. He would knock on her door and ask for forgiveness. Unfortunately, he couldn't even do that, it was too dangerous for him and his squad. Once again the Empire was destroying his life as if they hadn't had enough of it yet. Thinking about it made him furious, and sorrowful at the same time because he knew it. He just knew that…

She won't be there.

Even if she could come there for some reason, she wouldn't. She thinks he's a traitor.

She would never trust the Empire, he knew her too well. She was brave, intelligent, kind and she always believed in Jedi and the Republic even though she knew that nothing had ever been flawless. So what were the chances she would trust him, the clone, again? 

A week ago he sent her a message in which he asked her to meet him and tried to explain what really had happened, but did she believe it? Who would believe that it was the chips that forced the clones to execute order 66? No one. Even Crosshair still found it hard to believe; it simply seemed too absurd and unreal.

Besides, he couldn't even record this stupid message correctly. He had never been so stressed in his life as he was then. He stuttered, spoke chaotically, shouted at Wrecker who was just trying to help him, and as if that weren't enough, he almost recorded himself in his imperial armor. He then undressed quickly and recorded the message in his blacks, which must have looked even weirder and more ridiculous.

That message surely only convinced her that she should stay away from him as far as she could. Although she had probably been convinced before.

The bar entrance was close, too close. Crosshair suddenly stopped and leaned against a nearby wall. Why did he even want to come there?

After all, she won't be there.

He was late. Their job for Cid took them longer than they thought, so even if for some reason, she had decided to meet him today, she must have left the bar about an hour ago, disappointed by his absence. With trembling hands, Crosshair took out one of the toothpicks and placed it in his mouth. Unfortunately, he still had to talk to Cid about their finished job. The sniper waited a few more minutes and finally walked slowly towards the door. He'll talk to their employer and then get really drunk. Alone. Yes… It sounded like a very good idea. 

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

She won't be there.

She won't be there.

She won't be there.

She was there.

At first, he couldn't believe it.

Was he hallucinating? He blinked several times, sure the illusion would pass, but she was still there, sitting alone at one of the tables, wearing a brown travel poncho and glumly staring at Mooften in her glass.

The toothpick dropped from his mouth as he whispered her name. Crosshair quickly took a few steps towards her, and then she looked away from the glass, staring straight at him. In the blink of an eye, she was already in his arms.

"You're here," he still couldn't believe it. "You're really here."

She just nodded and looked into his eyes with a smile. She seemed tired, very tired, apparently, the last few months were not kind to her either, but at the same time as beautiful as always.

"Why?" He asked, his voice breaking.

"Why what?"

"Why are you here?" 

She raised her eyebrow in surprise.

"Why wouldn't I be here?" her fingers gently brushed the scars on his head. 

"Because… I… You..." And that was it. He didn't even know when he started crying. She was here, so close to him, he could feel the soothing touch of her fingers against his skin. She didn't think he was lost, she believed in him despite it all. And now she was here, hugging him and letting him hide his face in her arms; soon he realized she was also crying. 

Crosshair wanted to tell her how much he had missed, but he couldn't. He has never been good at expressing his feelings or talking about emotions. It was no different this time, so he said nothing, sobbing silently, wondering why he must be such a kriffing idiot until he heard six words that meant everything to him.

"I love you, my sniper guy."

He hugged her even tighter as if he was afraid that she was about to disappear like a beautiful but unreal dream.

"I love you too."

And suddenly everything was fine again. How could it not be, if she was here?

[aajjks]

DHP!JK

the hands i pictured holding mine, holding me, are around my neck squeezing me ’til i can’t breathe. the eyes i pictured looking into mine were filled with antipathy and eagerly watched my life slip away. minute by minute, second by second, i began to die. any chance of being with the one i truly love began slipping through my fingers like sand. recovering from being nearly choked to death was an experience like no other.

i struggled to eat, sleep, and cried everyday in anguish—jungkook actually tried to kill me. that fucker looked me in my eyes and ignored my cries for mercy. even if he didn’t succeed, his action was a warning, an ‘i will kill you,’ warning. is y/n really worth going back to prison for? if it wasn’t for jiyeon making his parole officer’s number difficult to find, i’d have call the cops and separate them for another three years but…

from ian

This is jeon Ian.. stay away from my brother.

this is even better.

from sarang

hello to you too. also, no 🙃

from ian

I’m serious, sarang. Leave him alone or I’ll get the authorities involved

from sarang

boo hoo. you’re forgetting that i don’t give a single FUCK. hry though? i miss talking to you

from ian

You will when it makes the front page news and how I’m doing is none of your concern

from sarang

but you are my concern, bb.

from ian

Just stay away from my brother, Sarang. I’m being serious

from sarang

and get closer to you instead. got it sweet❤️😉

from ian

I’m married

which is code for easy prey…

~🫧

It’s been almost three months.

Jungkook and you have been having the best time of your lives. He can almost see your bump starting to peek through.

Your ultrasounds have been the most emotional thing for jungkook, now today he is excited for another. “Yn babe you ready???” He asks.

He’s not coming to work today. All he cares about right now is getting a glimpse of his baby

He has to wait six months, just six months more.

“Aw look at you.” His breath gets knocked out of him as he looks at you in all your glory.

“Yn… wow..” he walks over to you, his eyes mesmerized as he takes your form in. Jungkook presses a chaste kiss on your lips.

“So beautiful… I can’t wait to see the ultrasound yn!!”

“Let’s go.” He takes your hand in his, your pregnancy has been a little difficult with your constant nausea, a lot of sleeping and throwing up but still…

You’re being so strong. He loves You so much.

“I love you yn.”

•••

Ian has been… trying his hardest not to give into the temptation.

For months. But… she manages to lure him in, like always.

He doesn’t want to cheat on crystal.

But whenever he’s buried deep inside sarangs tight walls, he cannot think straight. He’s doing this for his brother though. Keeping sarang away from jungkook is so important.

“Crystal, I’m gonna be late tonight, don’t worry okay? I love you and ahyeon.”

He says as he gets in his car, to head to work.

But the truth is that… tonight he’s going to go to sarangs place.

Just for jungkooks sake.

Like he wants to believe.

He is doing this for jungkook.

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 26

Hannibal, Will and y/n host a dinner to put an end to everything

@dovahdokren @deadman-inc-bikeshop @lov3vivian @wisesandwichshark @scpdragon

Trigger warnings: PTSD, violence

"Hannibal, baby," You called down from the wine cellar. "Which one pairs best with the paella?"

"A Spanish white!" Will interjected.

You rolled your eyes, then looked at his shelf full of Spanish whites. "Thanks, Hannibal."

"You're the sommelier, [F/N]." Will shouted back. "Go with your gut!"

"Verdejo it is." You said to yourself, grabbing the high-shouldered bottle from the shelf.

You returned from the cellar and headed to the dining room, where Will was dutifully setting the table.

"Well aren't you the perfect little homemaker?" You commented, making sure he caught you eyeing his backside.

Will playfully snatched the wine from your hands. "We can't all be the breadwinners, can we, Ms. Restaurant Owner?"

You laughed, looking around at your triple-income house and accepting a kiss from your Will. You put your hands on his shoulders and broke the kiss.

"You know Hannibal isn't going to let you attend one of his famous dinner parties in a flannel, right?" You warned him, lips hovering a few inches from his face.

"Two guests is not a dinner party." Will corrected you. "I figured you'd know this after six months but, baby, Hannibal is always overdressed for everything."

"Better overdressed than the other way around, my treasure." Hannibal said, standing in the threshold. "Why don't you go slip in to that suit I bought you?"

Will threw his hands up. "Do you two just live to gang up on me? You know I can buy my own clothes, right?"

You scoffed. "Babe, you spent your last paycheck almost entirely at Bass Pro Shops-"

"And then we spent the day workshopping new seafood dishes for the restaurant with the fish I caught." Will shrugged. "You don’t get to benefit from it then complain."

You put up your hands in surrender. "Fair enough."

"So I don't make an ordeal out of this in front of guests," Hannibal said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out two small drawstring bags and gave one to each of you. "Happy six months, my darlings."

"Six month anniversary presents?" Will laughed. "What are we, high school students?"

"Do you not want it?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't say that." He mumbled.

You opened the bag and slid the contents into your hand. A beautiful solid white ring with ornate carvings tumbled out.

"It's beautiful." You smiled, sliding it on to your finger. "What is it?"

"A ring, my indulgence." Hannibal chuckled.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Sure, but what is it made of?"

He hesitated for a moment. "Ivory."

"Should I be concerned that you somehow know both of our ring sizes?" Will asked, admiring how his fit perfectly on his finger. 

“I think you mean ‘thank you, Hannibal’.” You corrected him. “Even if it is a little uncanny.”

The doorbell rang. Hannibal threw a dish towel over his shoulder and pointed to Will.

"Go change." He ordered. "I will not have my guests seeing you in such an unsightly state."

"It's Jack and [F/N]'s friend." Will protested.

"Sure, I'll get the door." You said. "Gee, thanks [F/N], that would be so helpful!"

You opened the door with a smile.

"Agent Crawford!" You greeted, shaking his hand.

"Oh, please." He laughed. "Call me Jack."

"And this must be Bella." You said, offering his wife your hand. "Jack has told me all about you."

"So you're the infamous [F/N] [L/N]?" Bella accepted with a smile. "It's so nice to meet you."

Jack removed his hat and coat, then handed you a bag. "For you."

"You shouldn't have." You said, knowing immediately that it was wine. Then you pulled it out of the bag. Your eyes went wide and your jaw hung open.

"Holy shit you really shouldn't have." You repeated.

Jack shrugged and smiled smugly. "I pulled some strings in evidence. Figured you might want it."

You threw your arms around his neck, keeping a tight grip on the 1907 Heidsieck Monopole.

"Hey, do I get a hug?" Said another voice.

Charissa waved to you from the porch.

"Holy shit, hey!" You opened your arms. Charissa jumped into your embrace and squeezed you. She'd always hugged you tighter after seeing you half-alive in a hospital bed with your seldom-seen lovers at your bedside.

"Jack, this is my friend Charissa Rodriquez." You introduced. "She was the one who sent you the address."

"So you're 'tip', huh?" Jack's face lit up. "The FBI owes you a debt of gratitude, Ms. Rodriquez."

"Tip?" You said, looking at both Jack and Charissa.

"The address we received came from an obvious burner email." Jack explained. "We thought it was from Chase, so we arrived with a ton of backup anticipating an attack. Turns out we needed it."

Charissa shrugged. "I thought you could never be too careful."

"Well, intentional or not," Jack said. "You helped us a lot."

"You're Charissa Rodriquez?" Will said from the staircase. He wore a grey suit with a dark blue dress shirt that fit him scarily well considering he hadn't even tried it on.

"Enchanté, monsieur." Charissa said, eyeing him up with a hungry smile. "You must be Will."

"Down, girl." You crossed your arms. Your tone was playful, but had a slight threatening bite. "He's all mine."

"Not all yours." Hannibal corrected, entering the scene to finally greet his guests. "Agent Crawford, Bella, Ms. Rodriquez, welcome."

"Wow." Charissa said, dumbfounded. "I feel like I'm meeting a celebrity."

"Oh, surely the rumors unraveled after the old place went out of business." Hannibal answered. "There are far more interesting things to talk about than myself."

"Very few, but they do exist." Jack commented.

Charissa folded her arms. "Like the bartender who stood up to a psychotic cult leader and found two wonderful boyfriends to take care of her?"

"I've heard that one!" You added. "I hear she bought the restaurant for next to nothing after it became a stigmatized property."

Carissa narrowed her eyes at you. "I still cannot believe you told him."

You shrugged. "I think it all worked out."

Hannibal gathered everyone around the table and tasked you with pouring the wine.

"Surely you know why I've invited you here tonight." He asked, taking a seat at the head. "The high courts have ruled Chase's death a suicide."

"Cheers to that." Will said, raising his glass.

"Nobody actually believes it was a suicide." Jack clarified, trying not to look at you too obviously. "But the jury didn't want to dignify him with a proper homicide ruling."

Charissa glared at you, not trying to not be obvious. "Only one person at the table knows for sure."

You shook your head. "I hit my head really hard, the details are just not there."

"But [F/N]'s DNA was on the gun." Bella added.

"But not her fingerprints." Jack said. "It was saliva. We think he tried to choke her with his fingers before reaching for the gun."

"Did you ever find that finger?" Charissa said like it was nothing.

Jack, who was more interested in the paella than the conversation, shook his head. "Never."

Your eyes widened. You left the finger with the gun, you were sure of it.

"Must we discuss the gory details over dinner?" Will said, sensing your discomfort.

Charissa rested her chin in her hands. "Would you rather talk about your three-person couple?"

"I distinctly remember spitting the finger out." You insisted.

"We found so many pieces of bone in that room," Jack continued. "It's genuinely of far less concern than the dynamite lining the walls and bunker full of cocaine, stolen medical supplies and baby coffins."

"And the stained glass window made of human skin." You added.

"You know a case is fucked when a lost finger is of the least concern." Charissa commented.

"The important thing is that it's over." Will said. "He's dead and [F/N] is alive."

Bella smiled at you. "God really is looking out for you, [F/N]."

You forced a smile, telling yourself that Bella had the best intentions. But her good intentions revived Chase's voice in your head, which was a voice you'd spent the last six months trying to forget. You tightened your grip on your utensils to relieve some tension, but it didn’t work.

The table went quiet, waiting for Bella to realize her mistake. Will put his hand over yours and looked into your eyes. He mouthed the word 'breathe' and some similar affirmations.

Hannibal raised his head, knowing the light casting shadows on his face intimidated people. "Ms. Bella, we generally don't talk religion here."

She covered her mouth with her fingertips. "I'm so sorry, [F/N], I just meant-"

You put your hand up. "Please, just don't."

"The important thing is that [F/N] recovered forty missing women and reunited them with their families." Will said. "And there was no divine presence involved in that."

You smiled softly. "I'll drink to that."

"And you'll also be happy to know that the woman who assisted him in luring all those girls into the cult," Jack added. "She's looking at twenty-five to life without parole."

"What about the babies?" Bella piped up. "Weren't there, like, at least twelve newborns?"

"That's where the department of family and child services took over." Jack answered. "Whether the biological mothers kept them or put them up for adoption is out of our hands, but I do know each child was thoroughly examined and are all up to date on their shots."

"Seriously, though." Charissa interjected. "How do you misplace an entire finger?"

"It's one of the easier appendages to misplace." Hannibal answered, speaking with experience. "I heard it wasn't just the one that you couldn't find."

Jack looked up from his plate, confused. "Now how did you know about that?"

"The man took a 12 gauge bullet directly to the hand, Jack." Hannibal said with a small chuckle. "It's more likely you find no fingers than any at all."

"The bones will turn up somewhere." Jack said, resignedly. 

He just happened to say the word “bones” as you were glancing at your ring. 

You smiled a little too wide. “They just might.”  

[sluttymickey]

DRISH i’m now having parks & rec ian n mickey brainrot i blame you. i blame you.

please give me more leslie x ben dialogue that fits them. i need it.

GLADLY

Mickey convincing Ian to not throw his parole for him ⬇️

Not exactly a quote but Ian thinking the wildflower mural is SO PRETTY but nobody gets him and then comes Mickey who maybe paints as a hobby and thinks the wildflower mural is beautiful and calming and it somehow becomes THEIR SPOT

Actual Ian quotes ⬇️

No comment needed 🤭

High Ian and Mickey 😭

Imagine Mickey saying, “I was just wandering around, everywhere, looking for you,” to Ian 🥺

Imagine Ian saying, “The things that you have done for me to help me, support me, surprise me, to make me happy, go above and beyond what any person deserves. You’re all I need. I love you and I like you.” 🥺

[acatnamedpusheen]

Le Parole Lontane Pt.1

Damiano David x reader

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Pt.2

Genre: Angst/smut (in next part)

Warnings: Slight cursing and sexual content

Snippet: He made you feel like home, truly loved, truly special, but then came the fights.

"Give me one night to prove you I love you more than anything in the world and then you decide whether we get back together or not."

A/N: I don't even know if this is remotely good (or just straight up cringe) or if I'll stay consistent and actually write what I have planned for the next part but hey here have this!

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You saw him again, after 2 months. You saw him again and you could feel a warmth deep within you, as if it was the first day of spring. At the same time, you could feel a sharp coldness piercing through your heart, like the freezing cold air of a snowy winter.

That's what Damiano always did. He shook things up in your life since the day he entered it. He confused you as he made you feel emotions you never thought you could experience. He made you feel like home, truly loved, truly special, but then came the fights. Those were the times you couldn't understand him and it hurt. It hurt because you felt inadequate, at fault. It hurt because small cracks would be created on the beautiful image of your relationship. And those cracks would be filled with feelings of guilt, regret.

"Just how much more insensitive could you be, Y/N?"

The concert was starting in half an hour and you two had picked up a fight backstage. Usually this happened when you were alone at home, but this time it was different and you could feel it all along.

"So now somehow I'm the insensitive one?!"

"I'm insensitive for trying to be there for you and not leave you drowning in your own problems?!"

You raised your voice not caring if anyone in the next rooms heard you. You've had enough of Damiano constantly snapping at you or even ignoring you the past few days while you were trying to be supportive.

"It was obviously of no use, so why where you so convinced that you were actually helping?"

There came the hurtful words and little did you know that this was not the worst. It pained you to see him like this because you knew he wasn't his usual self. Yet he made you feel like you weren't enough, that you didn't deserve him.

"I can't believe we're doing this..." you sighed trying to keep it together.

"I shouldn't have bothered, is that what you want to hear? Is that what you want to hear so we can stop this stupid fight?"

You could sense the tears forming in your eyes, but you held them back. You were willing to face him without breaking down, you were willing to prove that you were strong.

But what's the point of pretending to be strong, when you're gradually falling apart on the inside?

"I'd like to see you stop being a stupid bitch."

No, you must have heard wrong, he couldn't have said such thing to the person he so dearly loved and cherished. To the person he could hold in his arms forever, who's kisses gave him life, who's smile would bring the light.

But indeed those words fell from the lips of a man that had once shown you a new world.

You had no control over your trembling body as you gave Damiano a hard slap. Never would you have imagined yourself doing such thing especially to him, but that night proved to have been unprecedented in many ways.

"Alright then, you're not seeing me ever again."

were your last words probably 10 minutes before the show started. The show that you wouldn't be watching. The show after which you wouldn't hang out with the whole band and later make love to Damiano.

There was no way you could have stayed after he disrespected you like that. You needed time, both of you, to calm down and think it through, to decide whether you really wanted to be together or not.

And so days went by which turned to weeks then months. You decided to basically dissapear from Damiano's life, refusing to answer any of his calls or texts.

The first few days he seemed desperate, calling several times a day only to be greeted by the colorless beeping sound of the phone, in vain waiting that he'd finally get to hear your voice.

You'd be staring at the bright screen, phone in silent, reading his name over and over again that seemed somehow more and more alien to you.

And once he'd get tired of waiting for you to pick up he'd text you. Things like "I'm sorry", "Can we please talk?", "I never meant those words" "Y/N please answer me" had stayed in front of your glistening eyes, but not once did you respond.

You'd also cut off ties with the rest of the members at least for the first few weeks until you were feeling like keeping in touch with Victoria. But nothing more than texts since anything that reminded you of Damiano made your heart sink.

And that sinking feeling was indeed there when you saw him again after about 2 months. Oddly enough though, a part of you just wanted to run straight to his arms and never let go.

It happened at a random coffee shop in the city center. You saw him first when you had just gotten your order and tried to leave before he noticed you, but failed.

Once you locked eyes with each other, you found it impossible to move, giving him the chance to approach you.

"Can we talk now?"

Without uttering a single thing, you moved past him towards some table at the far end of the shop with him following close behind.

There was no room for further postponement of the issue. Whether you ended things or not you ought to have a discussion to clear everything out. After all you did still love him and wanted back that special spark he created in your life, but you couldn't go on if there was a price to pay.

"I missed you" he said with a pained smile once you were both sat across each other.

"Last time I checked, I was an annoying stupid bitch, what changed?"

He sighed, looking away. These words now coming from you, sounded heavier than he'd thought.

"Y/N, you have to understand I don't mean it, I never meant it! Sometimes stress just messes things up."

"Just?! This wasn't a 'just' Damiano. Do you realise what it's like when the person you love the most in this world is giving you the cold shoulder and then talks to you like that?"

"Am I still the person you love the most in this world?"

You saw the pain and longing in his eyes as you realised you'd used the present tense. Your heart was speaking louder than your mind and you couldn't hide it anymore.

"I-I don't know, I need time." you abruptly got up, feeling everything suddenly becoming too overwhelming for you to handle.

As soon as you exited the coffee shop a hand got a strong grip on your wrist forcing you to turn around.

"Give me one night." seeing confusion painted across your features, he continued "One night to prove you that I love you more than anything in this world. And then you decide whether we get back together or not."

"Okay..." you agreed hesitantly but were still quite eager to see what he had in mind.

"Alright then, dinner at my place tomorrow at 8."