#sorry about missing yesterday i got Busy :sob:

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For Twilight Prompts, maybe #5, 27 for Paul?

Bruises on my heart - Paul Lahote x GN!Reader

Request from anonymous

TW: Implications of cheating ,, curse words ,,

Summary: Reader starts doubting their relationship with Paul, in which he tries his best to show them they are all he wants and needs in life.

#5 "Why am I always the second best?"

#27 "All I'm asking is you choose me for once, not her"

MASTERLIST ULEY PACK

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Saturday night. Only Paul and y/n knew what that night meant, their 3rd year anniversary. Yet where was he? Y/n had been sat at the dining table for the past 3 hours waiting for him to come home and spend time with them, but now it was 9pm and the dinner was cold, the night was ruined. A quiet sob left their lips as tears escaped the corners of their eyes, they didn't want to cry over something so little but it hurt, it hurt that he didn't care to even call to say he wouldn't be coming home, it hurt that he probably forgot about their anniversary, it hurt they had to go to bed alone that night. Y/n put Paul's dinner in the microwave for him for when he gets home, a post-it note stuck to the glass window so he knows his dinner was inside the small, electronic contraption. They walked upstairs and changed into their pyjamas, taking off their jewellery and any makeup what was still left on their face.

The bed felt bigger than usual, like they had shrunk until they were as small as a baby. The comforter swallowed them into the deep pits of darkness, tiredness soon washing over them. Y/n kept having dreams about Paul cheating on them, their heart yearning for him to come back to them. Morning soon came, the bright sun slipping through the curtains caused y/n to wake up. A yawn escaped their throat, they got up out of bed stretching their body, cringing at the cracks and pops of their joints. Turning around to look at the bed, y/n noticed Paul's side was left untouched. They finally had enough, sick of Paul blowing them off for god know what. Y/n just hoped it wasn't that girl he used to date, she was pretty and funny but she wasn't y/n, she wasn't his imprint. They just hoped the reason he bailed out on them wasn't for her.

Y/n finally made it to the reservation, it wasn't too far from their home roughly 10 minutes away. As soon as they got there, everyone was outside messing around together; some of them in their wolf forms while others were still in their human forms. The first person to notice y/n was Jared Cameron, Sam Uley's beta. He ran over to them and gave them a hug "Hey, where have you been? Everyone has missed you." Jared was like a brother to y/n, a very annoying younger brother. "I've just been busy, J. Have you seen Paul? I need to speak to him." The young wolf pointed towards the garage, where Jacob usually fixes the cars and bikes. Y/n thanked Jared and then they were off to the garage, before they were about to enter, they heard hushed voices talking; the voices belonged to their boyfriend Paul and (his ex and JACOBS SISTER!) Rachel Black. "Baby, hey. Just please give me another chance, we can make this work I promise." Those words broke y/n's heart. Was Paul really about to cheat on them? Without a second thought, y/n ran as far as they could away from the reservation.

Hours had passed since the conversation y/n had eavesdropped on, they didn't know how to react about what they heard. Y/n was sat in the bedroom when they heard the front door open and close, usually the noise would make their heart flutter and make them feel all giddy, but now they didn't care; all they wanted was to cry and scream. The bedroom door opened, the sight of Paul made their heart flip, he was so handsome. This stupid imprint shit always got in the way. "Hey, doll. I'm sorry I missed our anniversary dinner yesterday, something came up at the reservation." He went in for a kiss but y/n moved away from him, he looked hurt but they didn't need that right now, he hurt them. "What's wrong, doll?" Paul was now sitting down at the end of the bed, he kept fidgeting with his hands; something he's always done whenever he's nervous or anxious.

"Why am I always second best? Why am I always the last choice, Paul? Do you not love me anymore?" Y/n voice cracks at the last word, Paul stares at them guilt washing over him, what has he done to hurt the love of his life this much? "What do you mean, baby? You're not second best, you never have been and never will be. I love you with every inch of my soul." He was cradling their face at this point, trying to feel their skin against his own, he needed them to know they were the only one for him. "Then why her, Paul? Why were you with Rachel in the garage yesterday? Why is she always your first choice? All I'm asking is you choose me for once, not her." And that was his breaking point. He pulled y/n into an embrace, keeping them as close to him as possible. Tears streamed down both of their faces, sobs filled the room as they both clung to each other.

"I love you, okay? You are my imprint, you're the only person I need in my life. If you asked me to leave the pack, I would. If you asked me to up and leave with you to some random place, I would. I will scream to the world how much I adore you in every way possible, if that would make you believe me. I need you, darling, no one else. I want to have a family with you, I want to get married and grow old together. There is no one else in this world for me, you are my forever and always, you are my endgame." Y/n sniffled, never did they think Paul would ever say anything like that, he was always known as the scariest and worst tempered member of the pack but he was so soft and loving when he was with them. They were meant for one another.

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Thank you so much for requesting !!! I had so much for writing this, Paul is honestly one of my favourite characters. I hope you enjoyed reading this, please let me know if this isn't what you wanted, I don't mind rewriting it. Have a lovely day/night !!!

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I’ll always love you 

Bakugo Katsuki x reader

Word Count: 0.8k

Notes: not pro-read

As you lay in the bed you haven’t left in days, staring at the ceiling, thinking…thinking about all we were before he decided he didn’t need me anymore. I did see it coming. I mean, c'mon, it’s Bakugo Katsuki! We’re all just stepping stones for him to become the number one hero.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a knock on the door, you meekly got up and wandered over to the door.

“I should probably get rid of those pictures” I mumbled while looking over to the pictures of Katsuki on the wall…he’s so handsome. You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you heard another knock to which you open the door almost immediately to reveal, Mina.

We’ve always been close - we went to middle school together after all. She was the one who convinced you to confess your feelings in the first place since she knew how much you were head over heels for the angry hedgehog.

“Hey, we’re all worried about you. You haven’t come out in days” Mina said with concern filling her eyes as she looked you up and down.

Your hair was matted to the point it didn’t move, your eyes were probably all red and puffy while your face was covered in tear stains. Your clothes were a mess along with your room. You don't blame her for looking slightly disgusted with you - who knows the last time you had seen a shower - even if she did try to hide it.

You cleared my throat before talking “I know…but you know, it’s been tough” You spoke quietly, voice horse from lack of hydration. You fall to your knees sobbing but no tears come out; pathetic, you thought, this whole display for a guy who doesn't care for you.

You sniffled and looked up at Mina “I’m sorry but I can’t help it”

Mina bent down and hugged you “Shhh, I know but it’s all okay” she mumbled into your ear while rubbing your back.

“H..how is he?” I choked out while sobbing harder.

“y/n..”

“Tell me..!”

“He moved on”

Your eyes went wide while my mouth dripped to the floor.

"I know it’s been a month…but so soon, it still feels like yesterday we were snuggled up against each other talking about our favourite heroes"

You clutched the hoodie you were wearing at where your heart would be…it just hurts so much.

“I’m gonna go sleep.,” you said quietly before getting up and closing the door right in Minas’ face.

You leaned against the door and slid down till you were sitting on the floor. You pulled your knees to your chest before screaming and eventually just sobbing loudly.

*a few weeks later*

You've gotten better or well at least you looked better. You've started going back to class after realising you shouldn’t let a break-up ruin your chances of becoming a hero. Thankfully your friends helped you catch up on all the schoolwork you missed - they are the best.

You were doing the homework you missed while listening to your favourite music, you had a bright smile on your face while you hummed along to the music. You heard a knock on a door which confused you,

You didn’t think anyone would bother you since everyone knew you were busy. Well, apparently not.

You sighed as you got up and lowered the volume of the music before answering the door. Your mouth dropped once you saw the man who interrupted you. It was Katsuki. I mentally screamed ‘what the fuck is he doing here?’

He opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out, he cleared his throat before trying to communicate again. “Um..hey”

You closed your mouth and muttered a small “Hi”

He took a deep breath before talking again “I’m so…sorry”

You just stared at him, his red ruby eyes…they’re as beautiful as you remember. You quickly shook yourself out of your trance.

“W-what do you want?” You cursed yourself for stuttering, all the emotions you had for him came running back to you all at once, and your eyes started to fill up with tears, threatening to spill. You thought you were doing better without him but him just standing there, staring at you, brought back everything. You wanted nothing more than to curse him out where he stood but you just couldn't bring yourself to.

Katsuki went in to hug you but you put up your arms in defence “What do you want?” You repeated while stepping away from him as your tears started escaping.

Hurt was eminent on his face as he watched the love of his life step away from him crying, but he got the message. “I want you back, y/n. I made a mistake, please forgive m-”

“FORGIVE YOU?” You immediately cut him off and looked at him “Do you have any idea of how much pain you put me through!? And you just want me to forgive you?”

His mouth gaped open while his eyes when wide “y/-”

“Get out!!” You screamed while glaring at him.

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Drunk - Scarlett Johansson

Angsty all the wayyyyy

: aren't you enough?

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"Am i not enough?" You ask, more to yourself than to Scarlett, who is Infront of you, begging for forgiveness, trying to find any valid reasons as to why she was seen out, drunk in a club, kissing a girl you barely knew.

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You don't know what you did wrong, or all the things that you've done for her was just not enough to make her be contented with you.

That night was supposed to be your date night, she's been so busy for a long month, and yesterday, you both had decided to have a date night. She insisted it, not you, but you're more than happy that she finally had time for you.

She said she was just going to the set to fix something with her co-workers, and that she'll be back within an hour or two.

1 hour.

2 hour.

3 hour.

4 hour.

And so on, she's still has not came back. Your favorite restaurant, where she had called in for a reservation, called you, asking if they should just cancel it. You beg them for another hour or two, but even within those hours, Scarlett hasn't came back, so you just gave up.

You were all ready, you were wearing the dress she had bought you last summer, saying you would look like a goddess wearing it. You put your best make up on, making sure that you are as beautiful as ever, only for it to be ruined.

You already change into a more comfortable clothes, but you still have your makeup on.

Mascara running down your cheeks, mixing with your salty tears as you look at the screen of your cellphone. The sobs and whimpers that your red lips let out filled the air. With shaky hands, you called her, Scarlett.

Scarlett, who decided to get drunk with her friends, and got seduced by someone. Scarlett, who completely forgotten about the date she promised you. Scarlett, who forgotten about everything that she promised you.

"I promise, i won't hurt you, like they do."

"I promise to treat you better, and give you what you deserve."

"I promise....I promise....I promise...."

She broke those promises, just like how she broke you heart.

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"Please, baby-" She tried to talk, but you won't let her. You don't want her to talk. The pictures, and the things she did that night is enough to for you.

"Don't baby me, Scarlett. I did everything, EVERYTHING, for this relationship, i didn't complain about how you're always busy, about how close you are to almost ignoring me, i didn't complain to you about the date nights you had missed, i didn't complain to you when you want me to do something, i didn't fucking complain to you when you left me alone in a restaurant, just because you have to do something. I fucking love you with all my heart, Scarlett, and i know you know that. You promised you will never broke my heart like my ex's did to me, you promised me that you won't fucking hurt me." You let out, sobbing as you did so.

She tried to reach out for you, not having anything to say, because she can't find any words to say to you. Guilty rushing through every veins she has, her heart shattering as she watched you cry, with your shaking body infront of her.

She didn't want any of this, she didn't even know how it got to this.

"Please, im sorry, im sor-" She once again, tried, only to fail as you push her hands away.

"You're sorry will not change anything Scarlett, what's done is done. And im fucking done with you, i don't want to be just you chore-"

"Don't say that, Y/n, you're not a chore-"

"Well it feels like it, im done Scarlett. If im not enough, im sorry, but im so tired with this one sided relationship. I'm sorry if didn't gave you what you wanted, im sorry if she gave you something more than i do."

You're not done.

You want to fight, and clearly, she wants too.

But you're too tired, and she's too scared that if she does something, it might hurt you more than you already had. She wanted to give you some time, and then she will explain and apologize to you, even if it take you many years to forgive her, she will still continue and do everything, but you left.

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OC-tober Day 24

500 words and we're only just getting to the actual prompt (from @icannotreadcursive), which is "Being cared for by someone they love." But 500! words!! yay!

Verry left her boarding house after lunch on Saturday, not able to face an entire afternoon pretending nothing was wrong. She called Josie’s lodgings from a pay phone, but they still hadn’t seen her. So Verry bicycled around aimlessly for a while, and then found herself near Fred’s apartment and decided she might as well visit.

It was only after she had already gone in that she realized she hadn’t visited alone before, but the doorman didn’t look censorious. “Is Mr. Kennell in?” she asked.

“Yes, miss. Go right on up,” he said. Verry went, relieved; she didn’t think she could have stood an accusation of immorality today.

Fred answered his door quickly after her knock. “Oh, hello Verry,” he said cheerfully. “Looking for Tom?”

“I wasn’t actually. Is he here?”

“Well, as a matter of fact he is. Do come in and sit down. Would you like some tea?”

Tom was sitting on Fred’s chesterfield, holding a book. Verry started for the armchair nearby, but there was a newspaper on the seat so she sat next to Tom. “Oh, please don’t bother,” she said. “I just had lunch. I’m sorry for interrupting.”

“You’re not interrupting anything,” Tom said, blushing a bit.

“No, everyone’s decent. Sure you don’t want any tea? All right then.” Fred sat in the armchair.

“How are you?” Tom asked.

Verry replied politely and made conversation, about her bike ride and the weather and what was in Fred’s paper, but Tom kept giving her concerned looks. She realized she was tapping her fingers and got her crochet work out of her bag. She’d tossed it in without thinking when she left, and the hook had slipped out, so she focused on finding her place, which kept her hands busy.

“Fred said you met someone you knew at Rita’s?” Tom asked.

“Yes, Eileen,” Verry confirmed absently.

“Is she what’s worrying you?”

“No, I’m not worried,” Verry said. Tom frowned at her, not harshly but worried himself, and Verry sighed. “I don’t suppose either of you have heard from Josie?”

“No,” Tom said, looking at Fred.

Fred shook his head. “No, but I wouldn’t expect to. She wouldn’t have my address. Have you not heard from her?”

“Not since Monday,” said Verry, crocheting automatically. “And that was just a postcard saying not to worry about her. But I went to her lodgings yesterday and they said she hasn’t been there since Thursday. And she’s doing dangerous things, and of course we can’t ask the police for help, and I’m just dreadfully—worried, yes.” Tom patted her knee. “You’re sure neither of you have heard anything from her, or about her?”

They exchanged glances. “Verry,” Tom said gently, “I’ve met her once. If you haven’t heard from her, she won’t have written either of us.”

“Oh, I know,” said Verry. “I’m just worrying. I know it won’t do any good. Let’s talk about something else.” She got to the end of a row and looked down at her work. She’d crocheted a solid line of blocks right in the middle of the pattern. “Oh, damn!” she said, and then she burst into tears.

“Poor dear,” Tom said, wrapping his arms around her. Verry sobbed onto his shoulder.

Eventually there was a clunk, and Verry looked around to see Fred putting a tea tray onto the side table. “Here you are,” he said, smiling awkwardly. Tom offered Verry his handkerchief. Verry wiped her eyes and blew her nose and took a cup of tea when Fred offered it.

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Rewatching season 1 (and actually paying attention to Sky to figure out what the fuck everyone is talking about): Part 3

EP 11:

"Flora is over doing it, as usual!"

As usual???? We love to hear it

Stella snapping at Bloom than instantly apologizing gives me life

Not Stella's clothes!!

Musa isnt even paying attention jtkwdjje she's too busy lmaooo

Deranged plant mom :))

"ITS ABOUT TIME!!" Tecna is very upset at everyone jtjejr good for her

"Musa??" "Why the fuck would I been in Tecna's closet??"

Tecna: it's alright, I'm fine, I'm chill

Flora: *tells her the plant name*

Tecna: I take it back, I want blood

Tecna taking to her self about how mad she is so amazing

Musa getting up while Bloom Stella and Tecna are arguing to get accidentally yelled at is such background friend behavior

Ever notice how Musa is just kinda there when the girls make group decisions?? Bc I dooo

Stella: I fucking hate mud, why am I here

Bloom: because friendship!!!

Stella: kill me

Stella says she promises she won't wander off, jfkskdke, sure babe

Stella and Musa snipping at eachother my beloved

Musa: so is your outfit. This is a swamp. Not a fashion show

NONE OF YOU PEOPLE ARE WEARING BOOTS

Stella...no brain cells

Flora: *puts her hand over Stella's mouth*

Stella: peace was never an option

Stella is so fucking unhinged. She sees the little water things and says fuck it, and bites Flora

These girls are walking in water with pants on without complaining, unrealistic

"you too big 🥺 we can't invite you in"

STELLA MFJERKWIEJEJEJW "your littleness" girl thinks she's a comedian

Flora is getting so fucking close to these little guys, girlie, back up

Bloom is so ready to help anyone, love her enegry

THESE GIRLS ARE SO DUMB, FLY UP!!!

Love them

DID MUSA GET FUCKING EATEN?!?!?!?!!!?!!

How hasn't she drowned yet???

Tecna: wait.

Tecna: WAIT FUCK GUYS?!

Musa should be coughing up water

Lucius??? Bestie??? How are you doing that

Bloom.....how did you not set this forest on fire

Current s1 thoughts:

Bloom is 80% impulsive passion and 20% angry baby by volume

Tecna is too op /j, who let you have all the brains and the brawn girl? Save some talent for the rest of us

Flora is low key unhinged. Kinda upset that she didn't get to fight the plant monster :(( this could of been her episode

🌟Stella🌟 is that bitch sis ✨

Musa is kinda there in regards to decision making and stuff. She tries to come off as cool but she's hyper emotional and easily scared

EP 12:

Bloom has memories from when she was a baby and I can't even remember what I did yesterday

Fragona is a lying liar!!! *Shakes Winx club* Give me a Griselda character arc or fuck off forever!!!!

Sky will bother Timmy about anything lol

So Flora's doing the evil spell final

Stella doesn't give a fuck about grades, only the local beauty pageant

"what can I do to make you feel sorry for me?" Stella is such a little ktkekdkejsn ya know??

Lucy just needs some self confidence and she'd instantly become hotter, it's about the vibes girl

Stella says rules don't exist

Stormy is annoyed as fuck at this whole party

Why would Lucy even ask Icy and why does Icy care??

Flora and Musa are so fucking ready to help her

"what ever torture you deem necessary, as long as I become the new miss Magixs!"

As someone who's sliced his own finger open and didn't cry, and got his eye brows threaded and had in his eyes. Um, Stella's pain tolerance has to be high as fuck bc beauty shit hurts

*deep sigh* the scene. Skipping. Thank you 4kids dub for changing this

Musa went fucking off putting Stella hair up and curling it, someone get her an award

"yeah but where's the fun if I don't win"

Tecna🤝Stella

Being a sore loser

When Stormy laughs >>>>>

This ultra bubbly cheerleader is a witch and I love her so much y'all

I wonder hole long Lucy has been taking ballet classes

THE FUCKING COWBOY THING

"dance of happiness" SHE DECIDES TO CALL HER YEEHAW DANCE A DANCE OF HAPPINESS I'M LITERALLY SOBBING

Stella: *doing a weird little cow boy dance*

Icy: FUCCCCCK THIS IS AMAZING, WE NEED TO KILL HER NOW

Stella is literally going "Yeehaw!!! Yeehaw!!! Hehehehehe!!!!" And your telling me this is her talent??

Don't you know Stella is too airheaded to notice when she's in mortal danger

Musa is literally dancing in joy for Stella, Musa fans, are you listening???

Stella is literally fucking crying of joy I'm so happy for her

Musa is so ready to celebrate she already fucking forgot about Stella's test I'm sobbing

Stella, babe, you look like shit

Stella can make rain!!!

Wait but she technically passed? The test was to make life on a desolate planet and by God she did...she just fucked up a little. This is at least a passing grade

BUT SHE DID DO THE WORK?! IF SHE DIDNT SHE WOULDN'T OF BEEN ABLE TO MAKE ANY LIFE ON THE PLANET!!

Complaining to your boss rn, give Stella a C or die by my blade

EP 13:

Bloom has finally learned how to capture fire

Awe Mike stopped to say hi to Bloom :)

Alfea's Fall semester starts during Earth summer.....Bloom is currently on Winter break(???) And Mitzi is talking about school so it must be Fall in Gardenia??

Bloom with most people trying to make fun of her (*chough* S1 Riven *chough*) is hyper agressive to the point of (in her opinion) being overly mean

But with Mitzi she still struggles to stand up for herself like she wants to (her arms were shaking hard)

Mitzi: *tries to be a mean girl*

Bloom: i nearly got murdered two weeks ago, I'm not here for it

1) the aura's thing.....yeah ok. Top ten plot points that make no sense and will never be seen again, but more importantly

2) RIVEN?! WITH TITS?! Omg Riven went to Gardena to get top surgery 🥺 good for her good for her

Bloom: OH THESE PEOPLE ARE FUCKING LIARS

Bloom won't even answer why she doesn't like them fjekeje

These two bastards are walking lawsuits

I LOVE HOW ALL DURING BLOOMY'S BREAK SHES HANGING WITH HER FAMILY

Bloom says property damage isn't real

I think most fairys would work in the construction. Like...fixing shit and enchanting magical objects to keep them working. Being a fairy would just be very fancy blue collar work.... amazing

Bloom's parents are great

Bloom has prosthetic dreams????

Mike calling his department then holding his wife

Mike says he will NOT let his child into a burning building alone fjjwjskd

Baby Bloom in the fire...it was love a first sight!!! That baby was gonna get adopted by him and his wife he just knew it!!

Is this guy going to snitch about the magic???

Mike is so quick to help, love that energy

She turned the fire down lmao fjsjdj

This guy's says he won't snitch on the fire lady but he will snitch on his bosses, fuck yeah

Mitzi straight up doesn't have a life

Mike: Hey! Don't make fun of me, I worry about you

Crying in the club yall

I—I don't understand why Mike and Vanessa didn't sit down and tell Bloom this story when they found out she had magic. Like?? Would that not be the time??

We're the too frazzled??

The writers are infecting them

Stella: this chick is a fire fairy

Mike and Vanessa: *PANICK*

Bloom, the only* magical creatures on earth: I'm adopted?!

BLOOMY LOVES HER FAMILY

Bloom was just a little bby

I love how this is a group activity

Tecna and Musa sitting there, while Flora pets Bloom fjjejeekkrr

And Stella is doing her nails jdjeje

Tecna co-signing Flora is amazing

Tecna, realizing that some parents definitely just dumped a baby in the only nonmagical planet with human life: do you really wanna know who your bio parents are????

Bloom: yeah why?

Tecna, to Flora: no one tell her she was abandoned, she'll get issues

Stella: and I'll be right there with you✨✨ after all, sticking my noes in other people's business is my favorite sport!

FRIENDSHIP!! IM SOBBING!!!

EP 14:

LEAVE MIRTA ALONE GRIFFIN

Bloom is apprently taking a combat midterm

AH!!!! BLOOM HAS SAFETY SHORTS!!!!

Very good, thank you Winx club

Fragona looks so threatening, pick me up I'm scared

"the only thing I feel sure of right now is you and the Winx"

Sky, completely missing why this is a bad thing: you need some help?

This is while Sky needs a full time assistant, just to smack him every time he misses something

OH MY FUCKING GOD BLOOM ARE EE BACK ON THIS CLOUD TOWER SHIT??

This girl is so stupid please, last time you figured out it was a prank

Timmy is just down with breaking and entering, love that for him

Sky not looking up: and don't worry "Sky", I will be careful

Brandon glaring at him: Careful my ass. Do you know what will happen to you if you fall 300 ft?? Do you know what will happen to me if you fall 300 ft???

Sky is so weirdly dedicated I love him

Riven is such a weird little gossip, Darcy just has a open line. Do you think he tells her a bunch of useless shit too? Please

....so Riven snitches to Darcy immediately after we cut to Sky picking up Bloom?? I understand why people think this is actually Darcy in disguise now

Wait these two are cute

Lucy is so mean Mirta and for what??? Why the fuck would you call her a loser??? So mean :(((

Lucy is a pick-me MFNSNDNS

The Trix are already going by Trix.... Musa's nickname spread fast

YOU MADE MIRTA CRY, HOW COULD YOU!!!

Mirta says revenge!!!!! Protects her friend!!!! She's trying her best!!!!!

Poor baby Mirta, she needs a cute girlfriend and a hug

THE 3D, PLEASE, ITS SO BAD

Cloud Tower is apparently built like a fucking fortress and for what??

Bloom isn't easily sacred, thats interesting!

Why would cloud tower have this information? A different building would of been fun

"are you sure you wanna do this?" He says, after risking life and limb just to get her there

Oh a lost book? Shouldn't that belong in a secure library or some? Not a highschool? I mean if it was a chollage this would make more sense

Wait...this is fucking Valtor's backstory! They tricked her by making her think she was created like Valtor! Oh thats interesting

Sky looks so uncomfortable and then fucking nothing. No words from Sky. He's just going "THE FUCKING ANCESTRAL WITCHES?? THE ONES THAT KILLED A FULL PLANET OF PEOPLE??? WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY???" Local man is fucking confused. He does approach her to physically comfort her a couple times but hesitates

Darcy pulling a swap again would of been really fun here tbh, have "Sky" encourage her horrible line of thinking

Musa is so worried about Bloom, scram crying

BLOOM WHY ARE YOU ASLEEP IN A BUSH

She's just walking to Magix's

Mirta is so anxious I love her

Bloom is so friendly and happy to meet Mirta right after thinking she was pure evil, help

Who is your favorite Trix and why is it Stormy?

"Sorry Icy."

Icy = Alpha bitch

Tecna: This is a fucking situation

Flora: WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE, TRANSFORM

NFKEKDKD THEY TRANSFORMED INTO A POSE AND THEN JUST WALKED AWAY

WHY ARE YOU IN FORMATION WHAT'S GOING ON THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING

They're sharing information!!!!

Stella, practically stimming: Though my sparking beauty and sunny disposition!!!!!!!!!

Stella I love you

Tecna: you done yet? Are you going to do it or what??

Tecna I love you

"I know you'd need my help one of these days!! I'm so beautiful and totally essential!!!"

*points at Stella* symtom!!! SYMTOM!!! HURRY PROJECT ON HER BEFORE SHE GETS AWAY

Mirta: they're a bunch a fucking liars

Bloom: fucking hell, again?

"You two make a really cute couple. Couple of losers!!"

Icy please, Mirta just got out of a multi year relationship, this is not the time

Musa is the only one flying and she looks exhausted, girlie are you ok?

Mirta knows enough about the Winx to make a illusion of them??? I need Mirta with the Winx before this ep now

Darcy fucked up that spell so fast

Stormy and Icy look so pissed that the fell for that illusion

Bloom continues to refuse to transform when she really should

"who's that little girl?" Stella thinks Mirta looks like a middle schooler confirmed

Mirta could of been a bad bitch if they haven't fucking snubbed her

"ohhh she broke my concentration!!"

They all keep calling Mirta a "little girl"

Which implies that Mirta is a freshman?? And their not???

"there's nothing we can do for her. Icy's spell was black magic" wasn't this exact thing on your final???? Except with frogs??

Flora should of been able to break the spell after a few DAYS this is what she took her final on?? Please help me

EP 15:

Musa is so pissed about this pop quiz, she has 6 other fucking classes, she's angry

Bloom gets angry at people laughing at her before upset or scared and then laughs with them when she realizes she has writing on her face

GIVE GIRSELDA A CHARACTER ARC, MAKE HER CHARACTER MORE THAN A ONE NOTE JOKE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU

Fragona you lying liar!!!

Musa: what kind of fairy are you anyways Flora? You can't even bring Mirta back from her pumpkin state

Flora, sick of it: And you can't even tell a pumpkin from a carrot!!!

Musa: try me.

Musa will get upset/scared and snap at anyone within distance

Mirta snatched Kiko up so quickly jrjekeeke

Daphne is completely ruining Bloom's sleep schedule

"one of the historical Nymphs of Magix's" 16 years ago

The time line is still on fire folks

Daphne was apparently dead so long that her final resting place became a lake

Thank you for finally being helpful Fragona

Sky!!! I will revoke your good guy status!!! Do not test me!!!

why is her phone already glowing? also this isn't the normal phone design is it?

Oh my god it's s1 Riven, someone please save me before I die of second hand embarrassment for this chuckle fuck

Sky and Riven's s1 rivalry would be so much more fun if they were equally jackasses, then they could both have redemption arcs :)) and still fucking hate eachother

I love how Musa plays into Stella's sense of humor some times, things to come when their finally close friends

Flora is team turnips people

CHEATER DORKS, THE LOT OF THEM!!

She's so fucking precious and adorable I'm going to start incoherently sobbing

Musa and Flora are study buddies and I'm objectively correct

Stella: FINALLY A POP QUIZ I ACED

Bloom is getting upset about the parent teacher meeting like her parents can even go though the barrier

[pashminalamb]

BELLE LOVE YOURE BACK!!!!!!!!! I've missed you so much 😭😭😭!!!! I'm so sorry to hear that you're sick though 😖😖. That seriously sucks, but I hope you feel better soon!!! Also I have a confession to make. I know I said I was working on blue lock drabbles. But like. The TR season 2 opening just dropped. I am not the same woman I was 1 hour ago. Episode 13 of bllk will probably kick-start my inspiration for the writing again (hopefully) but I'm hitting a block atm and all I can think abt is TR right now 💀💀. I have actually been so productive this winter break that it's insane. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, writing, etc. It's hard to believe I was the same person as last year tbh. I'm a hoarder and a sentimental sap so I never throw anything away 💀🥲. BUT I got rid of so much unnecessary stuff yesterday and I'm actually kind of proud of myself. I've been meaning to go to the gym again, but finding the motivation is hard, especially in the early morning when I'm drowsy and tired. I know it's not an excuse and I plan on going to bed early tomorrow so I can wake up without feeling tired 😤😤. Wish me luck 🥹🤞🏼!!! Also also. I have currently been listening to the new opening on loop since I heard it came out don't judge me and I'm pretty sure I have the entire visuals and lyrics matched up inside my head atp where I can hear it and know which character is on screen 💀💀💀. It's the same with the season 1 episodes again no judging. Yes I'm normal abt this 😌😌. Anyways ✨. Idk if you've seen my posts, but I have been freaking out abt the new opening since this morning adjkhgggkjggfdhjhg. I am so excited about next week. You are gonna be sick of me once the first episode drops I'm calling it now 😭😭💀. Anyways onto the actual important stuff. How was your vacation and holiday?? Good I hope?? How's the move to a03 coming along?? Again, I hope you feel better soon (Oliver sends his love from Italy ❤️❤️❤️)!!! Make sure not to overwork yourself and take care of yourself and rest okay love?? I really have missed you tho 🥹❤️. *sending all the virtual hugs and blankets and warm soup to you*

- ✨ anon

YES! I have returned !! I missed you too T.T , ahh its good to be back. ps. not only have i managed to fall sick... I uh... I twisted my ankle last night when I was celebrating new years. There was so much that happened last night, the dancing, hanging out with my roommates and last but not least. there were a lot of pretty boys at the club; but honestly, they were strutting around the place like some proud peacock and were intimidated by my height (yeah i was the tallest one last night with my three inched heels) and my calves are killing me rn; but totally worth it ✨ I SAW THE NEW TR OPENING! Pretty sure the fans are gonna crash the website; i wouldn't be surprised honestly- I am so looking forward to the new eps !! I read the latest chapter of bllk and... *sobbing cause no Oliver* Anyway, getting back to Tr; I am excited for the new season !! And i wanna see more of bonten and the shiba brothers arc, now i'm thinking if they're gonna introduce Nahoya and the whole baby of the family thing (cause the way i cooed when I was reading the manga) Girl. I saw you posted about Chainsawman !! And during vacay, we were passing by a bookstore... I uh... I ended up buying vol 4 with Aki as the cover. (i love it sm and i'm gonna treasure it even if I haven't reached that part yet) - the look i got cause the amount of profanities in there on opening one of the pages 😭 Vacay was fun, spent some time in the countryside and got a hold of new experiences that inspired me to re-write ruined rome (a project that i had started for Rin earlier on my blog) there was a cute guy on the bus who was watching rising shield hero i think? and i was busy watching one punch man cause i didn't get time to finish it, *sad cause i shoulda asked for his @ but i was really shy to talk to him and kinda disoriented cause of no sleep*

As for the move to ao3; I released the new chapter of Ocean hues and I'm working on a spotify playlist that you guys can play it when you read the series; hopefully you guys will enjoy it <3 speaking a bit and giving spoilers for the series; i included some of my dreams with Oliver (yes i am a simp and idc) And i have my oneshots saved in my draft, that will be getting posted as well... ao3 is getting fun for me cause i figured a way on using dividers and pictures. Not to mention even if ao3 does seem complicated its actually pretty easy to get by and i'm getting obsessed with alice in borderland- THE NEW SEASON IS FINALLY OUT! so i'm gonna be completing that and stone ocean's new eps (yes me likes JJBA. *likes jonathan, joseph and Jotaro*) And no bb ♡ i like seeing your rants on my dash and also. I. squealed at your Oliver drabble. Like i was walking around, stood for coffee before my flight at some 1 o clock in the morning and i saw this. And my gah- the way i was staring into my phone, I had a jolly good christmas and an early new year 😭 *busy working on a list of yandere wips and thinking the title to give my work*

*sending back hugs and wuv along with Bachira*

[casspurrjoybellbittner]

Wreckless - It's been a Rough Week

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

Finnegan has woken up twice.

That may not be accurate.

He's gotten out of bed twice.

Once he went to the bathroom and this time he went downstairs.

I hope he's been sleeping in between but I'm starting to worry he's not.

"Darling?"

He's standing in front of the window and jumps a bit when I speak even though I said it softly.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up."

"Not worried about it. Can't sleep?"

"No."

"The alarm is on and I'm here, Finnegan."

I'm not stupid though... I know that's now how sleep or fear works.

"Come here and snuggle."

He does, thankfully and I wrap him up.

He smells so good... it's his cologne.

He has fancy shit that wears forever but luckily he doesn't overdo it.

I can only smell it now because we're practically molded together.

I have to kick the sheet off, the window AC can't keep up with this much shared body heat but I'm fine with that.

"Thanks. I'll sleep better tomorrow night."

I'm not sure if he's reassuring me or convincing himself.

"Probably. It's Sunday, maybe you can sneak a nap in."

"Yeah, after Mass I should. Sounds decadent. Thought about working but I'm not sure I have enough brain."

"No, I draw the line at working. Cartoon, snack, snuggle, all good."

Twenty minutes later I'm back asleep.

It's been a rough week.

Finnegan is busy.

He's only left the house with me one morning... he's been gone when I woke up every other day.

On Wednesday he was home for dinner but he's starting to worry me... there's working hard and then working yourself to death.

He's not sleeping great.

I'm not either.

The more I worry about him, the less sleep I get.

It's a vicious cycle.

Friday night and finally, he sleeps well.

He falls asleep before me and practically doesn't move all night.

No wonder, he's got to be exhausted.

Luckily I got dinner and some lovies into him before then and I don't have to work this Saturday so it's all good.

Maybe we're over the hump.. hump... I'm awful.

I spend most of Saturday trying to woo 'Little Finn' out.

I make little pancakes, we play Lego Harry Potter and I offer to take him to play mini-golf or go bowling and hit the arcade but he turns me down.

Mostly, I spend the day ignoring my birthday.

I don't have some sob story about not celebrating... I just don't.

It seems pointless to me.

All I've done is breathe for another year and that doesn't seem cake and balloon worthy.

At least Finnegan sleeps well even if there's no appearance of 'Little Finn'.

I miss that kid.

Finnegan can't be happy without him... he can't be.

********

Finnegan is at Mass which is good... he always seems a bit calmer when he comes back and this week he definitely needs some peace and calm.

Just before he's due home, Andy rings the bell.

I know it's Andy because his face pops up on my damn cell-phone.

I swear, there absolutely is such a thing as too much technology.

I let him in and he has pizza and beer and a Styrofoam container holding a piece of cake.

It's nice of him, really.

It's also weird.

I text Finnegan that Andy is over so he's not surprised when he gets home and ten minutes later he walks in the door.

"Hey Emmett, Andy. Ooh, is there any pizza left?"

"Yeah."

He beelines for the kitchen while my brain screams at me that you can't eat pizza in good clothes.

"Hey, is it your birthday, Andy?"

He's leaning against the door frame, pizza folded.

He's so cute but his question is gonna cause trouble.

He must have seen the cake... shit.

Andy just laughs.

"Nah. It's just this ass-hole's," he teases, tapping my beer.

Shit, now I drink.

At least it gives me a minute although it's really hard to think while chugging.

Finnegan waits until I'm finished and then very slowly, like he's trying not to yell, says...

"It's your birthday?"

Now I have to make it worse.

This is not how I wanted today to go.

"Yesterday."

Andy's eyes are wide, he realizes the severity of what's going on and just puts his bottle down.

"I just remembered, I've gotta.. uh.."

"I'd leave too, Andy... if I was you and after just dropping that bomb-shell," I joke.

"But thanks.... it was nice of you to think of me."

"You should have come by the alley last night like you said you would... then I wouldn't have had to cart this crap over here. Uh, see you later Finnegan."

I don't know where to start but as soon as the door closes I work on limiting the most recent damage.

"He asked me to and I said I might."

He's put his pizza down, shit.

His arms are crossed over his chest and he's mad.

"Look, some people make a big deal out of birthdays but I don't. I didn't want to do anything."

He's still quiet and it's somehow worse than him yelling.

I give him a minute but no, nothing.

Eventually he just walks past me and heads upstairs.

[arcadevalorie]

I lost my comfort person yesterday.

My first thought was to talk to her about it. I tell her everything. If I don’t know who else to talk to, I go to her. She was there when I realized I was aro-ace, she was there when I stopped being a girl. She was there when I came out to my mom.

I’m still in that phase where the pain is here but the reality is delayed. Like one day she’ll respond and it’ll all be okay.

The impression she left is beyond words. A fucking image of the moon got me going all over again last night.

The last 36 hours have been a looping cycle of sleeping and sobbing. I’ve scarcely thought of anything other than her.

Poor Bijou must be so confused. Dogs can be smart when a person is sick, but there’s nothing that could explain to her why her whole world is gone.

Worse than being left to see all the things I know she loved, is being here to experience the things she’s going to miss out on even though I know she’d love them.

I remember we were so excited about the next Stardew Valley update and Haunted Chocolatier.

When those drop I’ll be sure to message her. I’m not a religious person, but I wanna make an effort in case somehow, some way, she can hear me.

I can’t handle not letting her know what she missed while she was away.

She’s always been that voice of reason. Even when I made dumb mistakes she forgave me, but she didn’t excuse my choices.

She was one of the first actual friends I had that I made because we connected, she was there in the first space where I felt like I truly belonged.

Just a few months after we met I was 12 years old and having the best summer of my life.

Nothing could beat that feeling.

And now she’s gone.

If she had a choice for how she inhabits what’s next, I figure she’d wanna be somewhere dreamlike and rustic, maybe a little gothic, with overgrowth on the outside.

The last time we called I fell asleep because I was tired from fighting with someone who wasn’t worth my time, trying to salvage an unstable and unworkable friendship.

That’s my biggest regret, I think. The last time I heard her voice outside of a recording, I was hardly even listening.

Life’s gone so dark.

Even when we wouldn’t speak for weeks because of how busy she’d get, there was always that stability. If I said something, she’d get back to me eventually.

Michelle, I will always love you so much. I’ll miss hearing it back, I’ll miss talking about stupid shit while we fuck around on our little Stardew farm. I’ll miss putting stuff in the tag I made for you and one day getting flooded with reblogs from you, it made me so happy to know I found things you liked.

I’m sorry I never sent the package I had ready for you. Things never lined up right.

I’ll never get to give you the necklace I made for you.

It’s not much, but you never ask for a lot.

[miyuwuki]

Can I request Kise showing his real side to his s/o, you know the one he has when playing basketball the darker character, and his s/o loves him regardless? Tsym!

hello love! this lovely meant akashi instead of kise! thank you so much for this request, this is a very wholesome idea

warnings: slight angst but happy ending!

akashi seijuro x reader

i will always love you

you were so confused. akashi hadn’t picked you up in the morning, or steal you from your friends so you can have lunch with him, or let alone speak to you. in fact, he was completely avoiding you today, and even going the extra lengths of putting a hand up when you tried to approach him. you were sure you didn’t do anything wrong as you spent the entire day deciphering your actions and words, and what could have possibly made him upset; just yesterday, the both of you had a study date and dinner together, and it ended off on a good note. what’s with him today? we had a good time last night.. you thought, grumbling under your breath. the anxiety you felt was slowly getting replaced with anger, and soon enough, you felt like punching that prince of a boyfriend of yours.

and so you made a plan; a plan that after school, you’d walk into the student council office and give him a piece of your damn mind. maybe you would have let it slide if there was at least an explanation for his behaviour, but there wasn’t, and you weren’t going to let his ignorance win- especially when it was towards you.

the bell soon rang for dismissal, and eventually rakuzan was empty. you packed your things and stomped as quickly as you can to the student council office. through the door you saw your boyfriend working on a pile of paperwork. your eyebrows furrowed and marched into the office.

“seijuro! we need to talk!” you dropped your bags and crossed your arms across your chest, waiting for a response.

“i’m busy.” akashi replied, not even looking up from the papers he was signing. a vein popped in the corner of your head, impatient from all the bullshit he was giving you today. you scoffed, “i don’t care! you’ve been avoiding me the whole day! you didn’t tell me why; you left me hanging in the morning, then at lunch, and literally every time i tried to approach you! what’s gotten into you? did i say something wrong to you yesterday? i tried to figure out if i did, but i don’t really recall anything of that sort. at least explain yourself-”

“you should leave me, y/n.”

you stopped talking and your arms fell to your sides. leave him? as in break up with him? 

“s-seijuro, i just asked for an explanation-”

your words were interrupted by him walking up to you. you didn’t know what you were feeling; if it was fear, or if it was anger. you couldn’t tell, and all you knew was that it felt like there was a giant pit in your gut.

“sei?” 

that’s when you saw it; the way his eyes glowed. how one was red, and the other was a bright glowing orange.

“leave, y/n. i’m not good for you.” akashi said, looking straight into your eyes. you clenched your jaw, taking a breath in, “what are you talking about sei? i have one problem and you want me to leave? we can sort this out if you just explain why. why are you being like this?” you said with confidence as you fold your arms across your chest once more.

“did i stutter, y/n? i said i’m not good enough for you. you need to be with someone who will provide you care with pure selflessness and content. this is something i cannot give you. my orders remain absolute, so leave me.” he clamoured, feeling an ache in his chest.

tears started to form in the ducts of your eyes, and you clenched your fists in your chest. your head was clouded, and your body was growing weak. you weren’t going to back down like this; you didn’t want to give up. “who are you to tell me of who and what makes me happy, sei?” you mumbled, wiping your tears. you lifted your head up and looked straight into his heterochromatic eyes, “who are you to decide that for me, asshole! i love you, and only you, can’t you see that?” you raised your voice a little higher, bewildering akashi a bit.

“but i’m right, and this is just how it is-”

“to hell if you’re right! when i got into this relationship, i knew about your other personality already, but i still wanted to deal with it because that’s just how much i fucking love you!” you sniffled and cried, not even attempting to stop yourself, “you could commit crime or accidentally miss your shot, i don’t care! you’re always going to be the same seijuro i fell in love with. nothing and no one will ever change that.” you didn’t know what to do after that, so you just wailed; the student council office was filled with the sounds of your cries and sobs. after all, you didn’t expect him to react the way he did today. you didn’t expect him to tell you to leave, or hear the words “i’m not good enough for you” coming out from his mouth. you just wanted to be with him. all you wanted was him.

but something you didn’t expect even more were akashi’s tears slowly flowing from his eyes; not too much, but not too little that it was unnoticeable. he slowly walked closer to you and wrapped his arms around your torso, resting his face in your shoulder. 

“seijuro...” you wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing in that masculine scent you loved.

“do you mean that, y/n?” he whispered, “do you love me that much? even with...”

you sighed, “of course i do, sei. i will always love every single part of you.” you felt his grip tighten on you, feeling the sighs against the crook of your neck. you rubbed his back in a circular motion, trying to comfort your boyfriend. “now sei, why were like that today? can you tell me why? please?”

he let go of your embrace and looked into your eyes once more, the glowing eye reflecting off the glassy surface of your own. you held akashi’s cheek in your hand, and he immediately leaned into your touch. “i didn’t know what i’d do if you ever saw this side of me. to be honest, i was quite petrified if you were to leave because of it; i kept overthinking it so i thought making you leave would make it hurt less. i was wrong.”

you took your hand off of akashi’s check and grabbed both of his hands, bringing the up. “sei, have a little more trust in me. i meant it when i said i will always love every part of you. this akashi, the other one, and every single one after that.” you gave a soft peck to each of his hands, “i’m not going anywhere, just know that. you’re stuck with me forever.”

a minuscule smile formed on his face as he leaned in closer and planted a soft kiss on your lips. you felt the mixed breaths against your mouth, both of you inhaling it. he grabbed your waist once more to give you a much deeper kiss, both your lips dancing in sync, as if it had a mind of its own. he pulled apart from you and placed another kiss on top of your head.

“i love you, y/n. i’m so sorry for the way i treated you today. i promise i will make it up to you, love. thank you for accepting me always.”

“i love you too, seijuro. next time, don’t go neglecting me, and i don’t care if you think if you’re right or whatever. we always talk about it, okay? besides, there’s no one else i want but you, dork.”

“yes, my love.”

aaaa i hope this was good enough for you! mmmm although akashi is literally perfect, i felt like he would get insecure about his other personality— so that’s how i wrote it! please give me some feedback if you’d like. once again thank you <3

[concentrateandpush]

I come from a very lonely background, I barely ever saw my Mom other than when she would bring men back to fuck for money. So when I met Charles and he told me that he had a huge family, that was really exciting to me. They have a tradition where if someone is having a baby, they’ll all be around, waiting, supporting and helping the best they can.

The idea was a lot scarier than now, I started to feel contractions last night, but at around 5 this morning, they amped up a little and we called everyone over. We have a pool set up, a mattress on the floor with comfortable blankets, the fire is on and all ten of his siblings are here, Charles’s father, Keith and his three wives, Vanessa, Caroline and Sharon. It was weird when I met them, but it’s kinda sweet now.

“Can I get you anything babe?” Charles asks as his little sisters, triplets, jump on the mattress manically. With a little smile as I watch them, I shake my head “I’m good thank you”. I’m sat on the couch, naked, trying to bring myself to calm down. As a contraction hits, I steady myself, spreading my legs and shutting my eyes, Vanessa, Charles’s Mom comes and starts to rub my back in the exact right spot. “You’re doing great honey” she assures me as my stomach tightens. Taking some deep breaths, I blow them out with moans, trying to keep sound to a minimum.

“It hurts so bad” I whisper, tearing up a little as I feel myself, just to see if there’s any progress. “I know it does, it feels like only yesterday Sharon gave birth to the triplets, it feels like only two minutes ago I had Charles” she smiles and reaches her hand over my vagina, rubbing her palm over my clit and slipping a finger inside me. “You’re getting there, slowly, you’re a seven now” she says quietly. I groan and throw my head back “why is it taking so long?” I ask as Charles’s sister, Juno, comes and sits next to me “you didn’t expect them to just slide on out whilst you slept, right?” She chuckles and I roll my eyes.

“Oh, Ohh!” I cry out as I grip Juno’s hand, feeling myself peak. “How can I get things to speed up?” I cry as it comes down. “You’ve been doing this for.. thirty four hours now sweetheart, there’s not much you can do.. perhaps sex?” Vanessa suggests and I look to Charles who is talking with his Dad “he seems busy” I say softly “I.. maybe I’ll take myself away..” I say as I motion for them to help me up. Things got so hard about a week ago, considering the fact that I’m 42 weeks now, it’s no surprise.

Once I’m up, I head to the bedroom and lay down on the bed slowly and opening my legs, rubbing my belly gently all over, I’ll miss this, though Charles plans on breeding me, so it probably won’t be for long. I feel myself throbbing and I awkwardly reach for my clit, slowly starting to rub circles on it, panting already. “B-babe” Charles gazes from the door, in awe of me. “Care if I join?” He giggles and comes over, instantly eating from me. My legs spread wide as I grip the bed sheets. “F-fuck, babe! Babe! Calm.. calmer” I whisper, he’s ravenous, so am I.

I feel him pull my legs so that I’m on the end of the bed, I watch him as he looks down and admires my bump. “I’ll miss this.. I can’t wait to put another baby in you.. maybe three this time” he grins and I feel him force his whole dick inside me, he’s huge and I scream in pain mixed with pleasure. “Holy-“ I scream and my eyes instantly water. “It hurts! Stop! Stop please!” I groan as he pulls out “I’m out, babe, I’m out” he assures me “I’m sorry, baby, let me rub it better” he whispers and I shake my head “help me” I demand as I get on my knees and motion for him to lay down.

He holds my hips as I straddle him “mm baby” I groan as I squat and lower myself onto him, feeling my maximum capacity hit. “Fuck..” I groan as I bounce with his support, bouncing faster and faster until he picks me up and fucks me against the wall, I can see he’s close by his eyes. “Harder” I demand, he obeys immediately, it hurts but I love the pain. I feel a shift inside me and I look into his eyes, feeling my bag tear open from inside me, my waters breaking all over him as I squeal, partly with excitement, the other with pain.

“Does Ms Lovell want to cum before pushing baby out?” He asks and I nod “please”. The pain is growing but I need to cum, I have to cum. “Baby, just.. rub my clit.. or even use the toy” I shrug as he picks up my vibrator and holds it on me. He loves the show. “Gimme” I whisper and take it, holding it on my clit, I have one leg on the floor and the other on the bed, lunging as I moan and watch myself drip onto the bed sheets. “I’m close” I whisper and fall into doggy style burying my face in the sheets as I squirt everywhere, feeling myself pour out, Charles just watches and shoots his load over my ass.

But with in seconds, the screams of pleasure turn into pain. “We need to get you downstairs” Charles demands and I shake my head “I can’t for a minute” I moan, spreading my legs whilst I stay on all fours. “It hurts, it.. my back! Baby my back!” I cry but he’s gone to fetch everyone. The second I realise I’m alone I panic. “Babe! Babe! Help!!” I cry, moving onto the bed on my back, spreading myself open and crying as I grip the sheets, I’m sweating pints and my legs are shaking like they’re on vibrate. With in seconds, he’s back, and the whole family come through. “Hey, okay, okay, sweetheart” Caroline calms me.

“It’s not okay, I can’t- I can’t-“ I cry as I throw my hand down protectively over myself. “Yes you can, of course you can” Caroline assures me. This is when things really intensify. “Please help me” I sob as my body really starts to hurt. “Okay, let’s work through this contraction and then get you downstairs, I think you’re close to pushing, are you feeling pressure?” She asks and I nod, holding my breath and letting a long shriek out which terrifies all of the kids.

The second it stops, everyone picks me up supporting me in different ways as they get me downstairs and into the water. The second I’m in, everyone starts to bring stuff over, towels, blankets, scissors, hot water, ice cubes. I just try to catch my breath and I look to Charles and reach my arms out for him to hold me. “Okay, you’re about a nine or ten, so whenever you feel that urge to start pushing, you can just go for it” Caroline smiles as Vanessa and Sharon share a moment and Keith watches Charles proudly.

I rest my arms on the back of the pool and grit my teeth as the contraction sets in, immediately taking advantage of finally being able to push, bearing down and gripping onto everything I can, it takes me by surprise how relieving and yet excruciatingly painful pushing is.

“Okay, why don’t you get in with her?” Vanessa suggests to Charles and he nods as he removes his shirt and steps in, sitting down behind me and spreading his legs either side of me, cupping my belly in his hands. “Fuck, Charlie!” I scream as I feel myself opening a little, grabbing his thighs and noticing part of him digging into my back. This.. this is a turn on for him.

“Mmm, babe, you’re doing so good” he whispers gruffly into my ear. “Is this.. hot to you?” I whisper as the contraction closes. He looks at me and blushes. “I’ll bear that in mind for next time.. maybe we can do it.. alone” I whisper and look around “can I get out..” I ask and everyone quickly rushes to help me “babe, sit on the chair” I grumble and he obeys. Once he’s on the chair I look to him “I want to spread my legs over your thighs and push on your lap” I say softly. “That way I can look at you..” I say quietly, realising that he can then see all of my pain.

“Can you help me?” I ask the ladies and they all get me on his lap comfortably “ouch, ouch ouch ouch” I whimper as I spread my legs and Sharon kneels to watch me open. I feel the next contraction and I wrap my arms around Charles’s neck, feeling the need get stronger and stronger before I let go and start to really push as hard as I can. “Nnghhhh” I groan, feeling my whole face go red “mmmphhhh” I whimper before pressing my forehead on his. “Nice job Momma you’re opening nicely” Sharon says softly and Caroline kneels with her holding some tissue over my ass, which settles my mind a lot.

“Baby’s head is looking a bit on the larger side okay sweetheart? So this is going to be a slow process” she tells me and I nod, tearing up some more and resting on Charles. My stomach presses into him and I feel how hard he is. Everyone is around us, just watching, but if they weren’t, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

“Okay, give me a big push” Caroline demands and I take a breath, grunting the push out in an earthy low tone. “I can’t” I shake my head and Charles whispers “yes you fucking can, push”. I shyly nod and push even harder. “Push harder” he demands and I shake my head “you don’t underst-“ I start and he tilts my head and kisses my lips softly “harder for me” he demands and I swallow thickly before gripping his thighs and pushing some more “it.. it’s tearing me!” I cry and Sharon laughs a little “sweetheart it’s not, I can see it, you’re stretching well” she assures me.

“Let’s get you on the bed, Charles you sit and Lena, in his lap, he can pull your legs open from behind” Vanessa says softly. I nod and look to Charles to help me up but he just stands, lifting me, my belly pressing into him and getting a little crushed. He stands and holds me there for a moment. “Get down, I need to push” I say weakly and he whispers “push here, as I hold you”. I look to Vanessa and motion for her to come and make sure it’s all okay. I grip around his neck and slowly start to push lightly, building it into more of a hard and steady push.

“Amazing, Lena, you’re doing it!” Vanessa squeals excitedly. “Please, put me down” I beg him and he shakes his head before I start to really push with all my might “nnnhaaaHHHH!” I cry out, seeing Juno cringe behind him “GAAAAAHHHH!!!” I scream and Vanessa looks at him “quick put her down” she demands and he does so, sitting behind me and pulling my legs back as Vanessa feels around. It burns so fucking bad. “Okay, okay, pant” Sharon says as Caroline comes and rubs my inner thighs to calm me.

“Get it out!” I cry “please! Please get it out!” I sob and Vanessa looks up “push! They’re ready and waiting to be delivered” she smiles and I bear down against the force that Charles is pulling my legs back with. The noises I make terrify the kids to the point where Keith has sent the littles out, but he stays to observe. “One big push” Sharon smiles and I do exactly that with a loud whale before feeling the gush of fluid burst around the head.

“Let baby’s head turn” she says strictly and I nod. Caroline finds a mirror and holds it where I can see the head turn, so can Charles, I feel him grow harder into me. “So fucking hot” he whispers to me and I look back. “I’m all yours next time” I assure him before seeing the head stop turning and stay in position. “It���s coming” I whisper and start to scream, like, scream scream. The shoulders are killing me, but I’m doing it. “Harder, push, push, push” Charles starts and everyone joins in, chanting to push, even the kids do.

“Hhhnngaaaaaaaa!” I cry and stop as I feel them slide out “oh my… baby, baby, oh my god” I sob and watch Sharon lift her up onto my chest “baby girl, you’re so beautiful” I whisper and rub her back gently as Charles starts to sob “she’s the spitting image of you” he cries.

(Let me know if you want the next birth..)

[thelittlewriter]

All I Need Is You

Pairing : Ushijima x Reader

You had always been there for your boyfriend ever since you started dating. You two had been together for a little less than a month now. Before this, you were a classmate he admired and respected, yet, he never dared to call you a friend. After all, before all of this, what you two were was never clear. You prepared him tasty meals from time to time, and he bought you a sweet drink after class. That was all, he thought. Except it wasn’t. Even as his classmate, you always made sure to go to every games you could attend, and he often found himself looking for you before the game began.

But today, you weren’t there. It was fine, you probably were busy. He won that game. And he couldn’t wait to tell you everything about it. He couldn’t wait to talk to you, to be with you. You probably would shyly ask for a hug while he talked, just like you always did. He missed you even more just thinking about it. He changed his clothes, barely giving attention to his teammates, all he could think about now was you. And when he checked his phone, he saw that you texted him. But it was only when he read the text that he knew something was wrong

You checked your phone. Your boyfriend’s game was probably done by now. He would probably text you to ask you if you were busy and if you were not, he would call. You knew if you did, he would hear that you had cried. You were just tired. Tired by everything that was happening in your life and you really just needed to rest for a while. But you didn’t have the time to do so. It was like your life was moving and you had to run to catch on. Always run, never stop, never take a break, just run. But today it felt too hard to run, too hard to go out, and you stayed at home. You missed his game. You never missed them. And you felt even more guilty to have stayed at home.

You heard a knock on your door. At first, you thought it wasn’t real but then you heard it again. You got out of your bed, walking slowly toward your front door. And you saw him when you opened the door.

- Toshi ? What are you doing here ?

- You’re not ok, aren’t you ? he simply asked.

Your boyfriend was easy to read. If there was something, he would say it or ask. And so, you promised yourself you would never lie to him, not when he was so straightforward. That’s why you shook your head to say no. You tried not to cry in front of him. He pulled you into a hug and closed the door behind him.

- How did you know ? you asked, weakly.

- Your text. You said “I’ll make it up to you”.

You sighed. You thought your text would cover your state for a moment before you talked about it yourself. But it turned out you needed him close to you.

- You don’t have to feel guilty because you weren’t there... You know that, right ?

You nodded.

- I love to see you during my games but all of that doesn’t matter if you’re not fine.

You nodded again, unable to control your sobs.

- Do you want to tell me what is going on ?

- I... I’m just tired. I just wanna sleep.

You felt warm in his arms. Finally, your mind stopped running.

- Then let’s take a bathe and sleep, ok ?

You nodded and finally stopped crying. All you needed was him.

Hey ! I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while but nothing I wrote seemed to be good enough to be posted... I'm trying to post more often... I wrote this yesterday night, I hope you liked it ! Have a good day !!

[flowerpowelltales]

Like Fall, Like Spring (Drake x MC)

PART ELEVEN

A/N: maxwell has entered the chat.

It was ten thirty and Drake already left for his meeting slash date slash whatever it was with Kiara. Riley was pacing in her bedroom and weighing up different options. 

She could stay in the house and do nothing like an adult but then she wouldn’t know anything. 

She could confront Drake later but then he could say it was none of her business and he’d be right.

She could spy on them like a child she was but then Drake would see she didn’t change.

Five minutes later, she already had a headache and half of the solution. But there was one place she needed to go to first. 

~~~~

Armed with a box of cronuts she rang the bell and waited for the person she was once so close to.

“Riley?”

“Maxwell!” She put her hands around him and pulled him into a hug. He was stiff and didn’t return it.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m visiting you. I missed you,” she said. He shifted uncomfortably.

“If you missed me so much you wouldn’t leave in the first place.”

“Max...”

“Or you’d keep in touch.”

“Max... I’m so sorry! There was so much going on in my head and I had to deal with it alone.”

“You didn’t have to. You could turn to me instead of ending our friendship.”

“I never ended our friendship! You’re still my best friend!” 

“Friends don’t leave each other like that,” he said, his eyes full of tears. She’d never seen Maxwell cry before. He’d always been full of positive energy, always the optimist and it was the first time Riley saw him sad. In that moment she realized how much she messed up. Not only Drake, she hurt everyone.

“Max...” She started crying. “I’m so sorry. I hate myself for making you so sad. I never wanted to! Believe me, please. If I could turn back time I would never have left. But I can’t. All I can is offer my sincere apologies and tell you how much I love you. Max, I love you.” She sobbed.

“Little Blossom,” Maxwell cried and launched himself into her arms. They were crying and hugging that even Bertrand come out to see what was going on. When he noticed Riley and Maxwell screaming how much they loved each other, he just shook his head and went back into the mansion. 

“Don’t think I’ve completely forgiven you, Little Blossom. Drake’s my bestie and I hated seeing him like that.”

“Yeah, about Drake... Is he seeing anyone at the moment?” She tried to sound casual.

“Drake? You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re the only woman he’s ever been interested in.”

“Really? Not even Kiara?”

“Kiara? Hmm, I don’t think so, no. Although they do spend time together these days.”

“Maxwell I need a favor.”

“There we go. What’s wrong?”

“Drake’s meeting Kiara in like five minutes in a place called La Crema or something like this.”

“LeCler.”

“Yes, that’s the one! I need to go there too,” she said. Maxwell frowned.

“What for?”

“I want to spy on them. I want to see what’s between them. I need to win Drake back. I need to be his wife again. I need to fix my mistakes. Max, please help me. Pleaseeeeee.” She put her hands on his shoulders and shook him until he asked her to stop.

“I’m not sure... Helping you, okay, but spying on my bestie?”

Riley pulled out the box she put on the ground before. She opened it and watched Maxwell’s eyes widen in delight.

“Are these...?”

“Cronuts from our favorite place? You bet! I bought one of everything. Every. Single. Flavor. All for you. And they introduced a new one yesterday. Vanilla and earl grey. It’s in the box as well.”

“I LOVE YOU.” Maxwell was already eating the cinnamon flavored one. “You know, after you left I couldn’t bring myself to go there or eat cronuts. I’m so glad you’re here again so I can get my cronuts fix.”

“Okay, you can eat these while you lead me to Le Creep.”

“LeCler,” Maxwell corrected, his mouth full.

~~~~

“I see them!” Maxwell yelled and Riley shoved him.

“Not so loud!”

“Sorry.”

Drake and Kiara were sitting at the table next to the terrace. It was spring but it was still cold so neither the terrace, nor the windows were opened. For that reason, Riley and Maxwell who were peeking inside through a window, couldn’t hear them.

“We need to get inside somehow,” she hissed and Maxwell nodded.

“We could get some coffee, too. I’ve eaten all twenty cronuts and I need a drink.”

“There’s only a few people inside. If we go sit there, they’ll notice us.” Riley remarked.

“I don’t think so. We have our sunglasses on and I bought two newspapers so we can hide our faces.”

“Max. I think that would make us even more noticeable.”

“I’ve got wigs in my trunk!”

“Why... are you carrying wigs in your car?” She asked and Maxwell shrugged.

“You never know when you might need ‘em. Come, I’ve got a blond bob one for you. And fiery red for me. I’ve always wanted to feel like Olivia.”

~~~~

“Can I get anything for you?” a waitress asked when they sat down at the table so that Drake and Kiara were within the earshot. 

“Tea for me. Cappuccino for my friend,” Riley whispered. “Sorry, I lost my voice,” she added. Wigs were working so far because neither Drake nor Kiara looked at them. She didn’t want to spoil it by being too loud. 

“Coming right up.” The waitress left them and Maxwell took out his newspaper.

“What are you doing?” Riley hissed.

“Pretending to read so they can’t see us,” he replied.

“No one is reading papers these days! Just pretend we’re having a chat!”

“Oh, okay. So how’s living with Drake?”

“I said pretending! We need to listen to what they’re saying.” Riley leaned back on her chair to eavesdrop. They weren’t talking too loud but Riley could make sense of every other sentence. 

“... Really good! My father is très heureux.” Kiara said and Riley couldn’t hear Drake’s answer.

“Everything is coming bien. When are you getting divorced?” She asked and waited for an answer, which Riley didn’t hear and then replied again. “Ah, perfect then! The wedding is in two months, I found the most perfect place!”

“Wedding?!” Riley shouted in a whisper to Maxwell. “What wedding? Drake can’t have any wedding! He’s still married to me! He can’t be planning a wedding! I’ll never allow it! I’m not gonna give him divorce. I’ll tell Liam and the judge that I don’t agree. I’ll leave again and move to Alaska. He’s not marrying Kiara. Not on my watch!”

“You’re not leaving again!” Maxwell protested.

“I’m not leaving again! Maybe I should kidnap him, huh? Do you think I could?”

“Riley...”

“I need to do something!”

“I honestly don’t see that. Drake and Kiara? Okay, she had a crush on him but he’s never been interested in her like that.”

“And now they’re planning a wedding!” She cried.

“Maybe we could gross her out. Tell her Drake’s secrets so she’s no longer interested? We’re having a party today and everyone’s invited. Well... you weren’t but I’m inviting you now. Come and get your man!”

“Good idea!” That was a bad idea and she knew it. Her logic was shoved away by jealousy. “I just wish I could hear Drake. I only hear Kiara, he’s sitting too far away.”

“I can try to read his lips!” Maxwell said and narrowed his sun-glasses covered eyes. “Potatoes glitter pot in a black suit cheese walk bath. Wow, he’s talking in some sort of code!”

“I don’t think it’s a code, I think you can’t read his lips!”

“Maybe you should-- Oh no, they’re standing up. They’re coming, duck!” Maxwell slammed his head onto the table while Riley took out her bag and pretended she was looking for something there. She could tell both Drake and Kiara looked at them. She waited until both of them walked out of the coffee shop and only then did she raise her head and hurriedly left with Maxwell.

~~~~

Riley looked at herself in the mirror and felt almost naked. It was so long since she wore any fancy clothes or attended a noble party. Did she still remember how to mingle? 

At least she wouldn’t be wearing any jeans and t-shirts because Maxwell provided her with a dress. A beautiful off-the-shoulder maxi dress with a side slit in the most beautiful shade of red wine. She curled her hair and did a simple make up. 

She took her clutch bag and made her way out of the bedroom. In the hall, she bumped into Drake, handsome as ever, now in his black suit and red tie. She couldn’t stop staring at him and when she finally locked her eyes with his, she realized he couldn’t stop staring at her either.

“Going somewhere?” He asked hoarsely.

“Maxwell invited me... to the party. I assume that’s where you’re going as well?” Her voice was just as hoarse.

“Yes, I... I mean you... You look... I--” He ran his hand through his hair. The hair was still too long but he shaved off his beard. “We can go there together if you’d like. I mean... We’re going to the same place and I’m driving anyway--”

“I’d love to. Thanks. Would take a cab otherwise.” She smiled at him. He still seemed a bit taken aback by her dress. If he felt that way about Riley, was is possible he was dating Kiara? Riley was confused.

~~~~

When they arrived Drake excused himself and went to find Liam and Maxwell. Riley said hello to Penelope and pretended to not see a few noble ladies gossiping about her. She went to the drink table and took a cider when she felt someone approach her. 

“Kiara.” She said and smiled.

“Riley. Comment ça va?”

“Ah, you know. Tired. Couldn’t sleep at all. Drake’s snoring kept me awake all night.”

“Excuse-moi?”

“Snoring. You know, hraaah hraaah,” she tried to imitate Drake’s non existent snoring. With a bit of luck she’d scare Kiara away. 

“Umm, okay. I-- I need to... Someone is calling me, a bientôt!” And with that Kiara walked away. Riley took a sip of her cider, smiling triumphantly to herself. She caught Maxwell’s eye and he winked at her. Their plan was going smoothly. Three minutes later, Drake was already next to Riley.

“Riley, do you know why Maxwell is telling everyone about some yeast infection I apparently have? Have you talked to him?”

“Oh o! Yeast infection? Why would he say something like this?” 

Drake narrowed his eyes at her, catching her fake concern. “Since you two are besties again, can you please tell him to stop? And stop altogether whatever it is you’re doing?”

“We’re not doing anything!” She said a full octave higher than usual.

“Sure,” he said and started walking away. Maybe their plan wasn’t going as smoothly. 

“Lady Riley! What a surprise!” A familiar voice cried out and Riley closed her eyes. 

“Tariq. It’s so nice to see you,” she droned. He took her hand and kissed it. She turned to see where Drake was and found him staring at her next to Kiara.

“How are you, my lady? We all were so worried when you left suddenly! Is everything well now?”

“Yes, yes. I’m okay, everything’s okay.” She was distracted. Drake was with Kiara but he was looking at them even though Kiara was talking to him. Also, Drake looked amazing. That suit was perfect for him. She didn’t even notice when Tariq took her hand again.

“My lady, the dances will start again,” he said and she turned to face him. “will you do my the honor of giving me the two first dances?”

“Oh, I--” she laughed nervously. “I don’t think you need to book me for two dances, it’s not 18th century.”

“Perhaps, but it’s be please to dance with you, my lady.”

“Well, in that case I--”

“She can’t.” Drake cut her off. “She’s dancing with me.”

“Oh, I see. I assumed since you were talking to lady Kiara...” 

“Riley’s my wife, I think it’s logical I’d be the only one dancing with her.” Drake was shooting daggers at Tariq. 

“Ex-wife.” Tariq remarked. “Kiara told me you two are divorcing.”

Drake drew closer to Tariq. “She’s not my ex-wife yet. Go dance with someone else.”

Tariq swallowed hard and shifted his eyes to Riley. “We’ll talk later, lady Riley. Have a nice evening.”

When he finally left, Riley turned to Drake. 

“Drake...?”

“I need a drink,” he only said and disappeared. Riley followed him with her eyes and then turned and locked eyes with Kiara. She shook her head at Riley and walked away. 

Riley was standing frozen, a glass in her hand, as the guests started dancing around her. 

The more time passed, the less she knew. She had a little bit over ten days to the divorce and no slightest idea what was happening with them.

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[multistan-kpopwritings]

Second Chance

➟ pairing(s): Mark x Reader

➟ genre(s): Angst and Fluff

➟ word count: 1.5K

➟ warnings: Age Gap

"Y/N, I'm sorry," Mark said softly. He stooped and wiped the tears from your cheeks. "You're only 14, I'm 20. This won't work." You sniffled and brought your eyes to meet his.

"Can't you just wait for me?" you plead. Mark's heart broke to see you like this. You were his neighbor's daughter and he's known you for about 10 years.

Today you knocked on his door and confessed your undying devotion to him, but it was something he couldn't reciprocate.

"You'll grow up and forget about me," he said softly. "You'll find someone that you won't need to wait for."

"You're wrong," you cried. Mark hung his head as you ran back home sobbing.

8 years later, Mark was home celebrating his birthday. He looked around the room at his friends that flew in, family and... you.

He hasn't seen you since he turned you away. Every time his parents mentioned you or your family, he wanted to know more but never pried. He didn't know if it was fair of him to insert himself in your life now. You were the one thing in his life he regretted letting go of. Yes, you were much younger than him; however, he could have waited or tried once you were older. It wasn't like he dated while he was away.

You threw your head back and laughed at something Joey said. He encircled his arm around your waist and was walking you closer to Mark and his friends.

"Mark, look who I ran into this afternoon," Joey stated. "She's visiting friends." You hugged Joey and laughed again.

"He wouldn't take no for an answer," you jabbed Joey's side. "Happy birthday," you said wrapping your arms around Mark's neck, maybe lingering a little too long. He pulled you back and took your appearance in.

"Wow, you look astounding," he smiled at you. "These are my friends, Jay B, Jackson, JinYoung, YoungJae, BamBam, and Yugyeom." All the men smiled and greeted you. You waved back before excusing yourself.

"We'll catch up soon," you called to Mark as you faded into the crowd. His 6 friends attacked him with questions about the mystery girl. He smiled when he thought about you and how the years have treated you well.

"That's Y/N. She was my neighbor when she was a kid," he told to his friends. "I haven't seen her in years."

"Wow," Jackson said elbowing his friend, "Do you think she's single?"

"Don't even think about it," Mark warned.

Later that evening, he found you talking with his father, Raymond. His parents have always loved you and treated you like their youngest child.

"Mark, come here. Look at who made it to see you today," his father said. "Can you believe little Y/N just got her Ph.D.? Seems like yesterday she was chasing you and Joey around like a puppy." You playfully slapped his arm.

"Stop! It's Mark's birthday. You have to tell awkward stories about him, not me. I'm the guest," you playfully scolded. "Besides, it's Doctor Y/N now."

"You've grown up wonderfully. I'm sure your parents are proud of you," he smiled affectionately. "Is there a special man in your life? I'm sure you have them lined up to have your selection of." You flushed and met Mark's eyes. He was waiting with bated breath for your reply.

"No. No one like that," you conceded, "Not anymore."

"Well, just so you know," Raymond whispered conspiratorially, "I still have one VERY single son. It would be delightful to have a doctor in the family." He laughed when horror covered Mark's face. "Any man would be lucky to have you in his life." He squeezed you in a hug and left you with an embarrassed Mark.

"Very single, huh," you taunted Mark. "Papa Tuan isn't a good wingman." Reaching out, you stroked his arm lightly. "How have you been? I heard your new release, it's great."

"It's great to be able to do things the way I want," Mark confessed. "I miss working with the guys sometimes, but we're all busy with our projects." He smiled and leaned on the wall next to you. "It is a bit intimidating, ya know? We had such great success with GOT7, it was surreal." Tucking your hair behind your ear you giggled.

"You guys were great. I bought all your albums," you admitted. He raised his eyebrows to you, a little surprised. "Yes. 100% Ahgase here," you laughed raising your hand.

"Ok, ok. Who is your bias," Mark asked, "You have to have one." You chewed your lip and rubbed your chin.

"JaeBeom is cute," you said denoting his friend, "Do you think I can get his number?" You laughed out loud when Mark tickled your sides.

"No, I don't think you can! That's offensive," he frowned. You laughed harder at his reaction.

"I was kidding! Did you think I would really forget about you Mark Tuan?" you said softly, licking your bottom lip.

"Y/N! Honey, it's so good to see you," Mark's mom called to you. She pulled you into a hug and kissed your cheek. "You are so gorgeous, isn't she Mark?" He rolled his eyes and ignored his mom.

"Thank you, Mama Tuan," you hugged her back. "My mother sends her love."

"Oh! I miss her dearly," his mom said, "You know we always thought of each other as family. I was so sad when your parents moved." She looked between you and her son and smiled. "I'm glad you two are getting along. Have a great night." She squeezed your hands and left you alone with Mark again.

"So, Ph.D., huh? So what are you planning on doing DOCTOR Y/N," he asked hastily changing the subject?

"Well, my degree is in art history. I just accepted a job at the Smithsonian as their lead art authenticator. I was celebrating with some friends from Berkely when I bumped into Joey," you fiddled with your cup as Mark watched you.

"Wow, that is impressive," he said astonished. "You've always been an intelligent girl. I'm not surprised you're doing so well." He gently bumped your shoulder. "But no boyfriend," he asked anxiously?

"Nope," you responded, popping the P. "I just broke off my engagement." Mark grabbed his chest in mock horror.

"Engagement? I thought you were saving yourself for me," Mark teased you. He regretted that choice of words as soon as they left his lips. Half expecting you to blush and turn away, he was shocked when you boldly turned to him.

"Who says I didn't? I don't know why you thought I would forget about you, Mark," you whispered to him. "I'm not a kid anymore, but I still love you," you stepped closer and looked up through your lashes. "Maybe I can give you a kiss? For your birthday or for 14 years old me. Please?" He was visibly excited under this attention.

"People are watching," he pointed out. "Meet me by the pool in 20 minutes."

That was by far the longest 20 minutes of your life. As you turned to leave, sure that Mark wouldn't show, there was a small tug on your arm. You found yourself against pinned between Mark and the wall most distant from the view of anyone else.

"You've always been a brave girl," he whispered in your ear, "I like that about you." He licked his lips and leaned in so close you could feel his breath on your face. You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair and tenderly traced his jaw, smirking when he leaned into your touch.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you whispered. "I've been thinking about this for a long time. Every man I've ever kissed, I imagined it was you." A tiny smile tugged the corner of his lips.

"Are you sure you want to do this," he asked you, his lips almost on yours, "What if you're disappointed? I mean I am a good kisser, but that's a lot of pressure." You giggled and closed the distance separating the two of you.

At first, it was just a quick brush of lips on one another. Feeling him smile against your mouth, you encircled your arms around him and pressed yourself against him. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist.

Your next kiss was breathtaking. You held on to Mark as if he would disappear if you let go. For years, this was all you fantasized about. He kissed you with passion and hunger. His head felt dizzy and kissing you was the only thing that kept him grounded. When you forced yourself to pull away, his lips pursued yours. You smiled at the whine of protest that came from his lips.

"Wow," you said breathlessly, "That wasn't disappointing." He chuckled and tucked his face into your neck. "Want to do it again?" you invited playfully.

"And again. And again. And again," he said kissing you between each sentence. "We have a lot of missed time to make up for."

[bokubonk]

happy anniversary

warnings: angst

content: hurt/comfort, angst

characters: Ushijima x gn!reader

date: 2/14/21

word count: 2.1k+

notes: Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves! Let us celebrate with some angst :)) Also I know I said it would be a few more days until I update but I just couldn’t resist writing this one.

You approached your boyfriend once you saw the boys cleaning up after practice. You had been standing outside, waiting for your boyfriend for the past few hours. It was cold, but you didn’t mind, your excitement to celebrate your one year anniversary with Ushijima kept you warm. 

Your freezing hands were wrapped around his gift: a new volleyball. You saw that the one he had been practicing with was getting worn down from how powerful his spikes were and you wanted to get him a new one, knowing how much the sport meant to him. 

You crept into the gym as quietly as you could, not wanting to bother anyone but you saw some of the team members noticed you and they sent you small smiles after they saw the gift you were hiding behind your back. After all, they remembered that today was the date the two of you got together, their stoic captain and you, who somehow managed to put up with Ushijima’s busy schedule and look after the team like they were your own children.

Tendou and Ushijima were on the other side of the gym and you could see Ushijima being hard on himself as usual. Sweat lined his brow as he continued practicing his spikes, the force echoing throughout the gym.

You winced from how loud it was and as you came closer you locked eyes with Tendou, who waved at you and raised his eyebrows at Ushijima, exclaiming, “Oh? Look who it is, lover boy, your beloved y/n is here!”

Ushijima paused to look at you, his eyebrows furrowed and you were unsure of what to make of his expression. You knew your boyfriend wasn’t one to show emotion but the look he was giving you now wasn’t one that you were expecting, especially since today was your anniversary. 

“Go home, y/n,” he said, “I will be staying late today to practice. You should go home now. It isn’t safe to walk around alone at night.”

Your hopeful expression dropped but you tried your best to keep a smile on your face. He turned away from you and Tendou gave you a sympathetic look. It seemed Ushijima had forgotten what today was but you tried comforting yourself, reminding yourself that he was busy and that he had other priorities in his life just like you did. After all, you were both third years and there were plenty of things to worry about.

But, you couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest as you wished that just once, he would put more effort into your relationship. You were beginning to grow used to the ache in your chest from all the neglect you endured after Ushijima continued choosing volleyball over your dates. 

He would schedule last minute practices and leave you waiting for hours at the restaurants or the parks he promised to meet you at. You should be used to it by now, but you couldn’t help but hold onto the hope that he would change. 

You believed in his promises and even when he broke them, you told yourself it was okay, because you loved him and because he loved you, even if it didn’t seem that way sometimes.

Your cold hands clenched around his gift, the weight of the volleyball growing heavier as the seconds passed by and the lump in your throat grew. 

“Wakatoshi, I-,” you began, but he cut you off. “I do not have the time right now, y/n.”

“I need to perfect this.”

You moved your gaze away from him and stared at the ground, wishing the floor would open up and swallow you whole. You could feel the pitying gazes of the other team members as they looked at you and you hated how small you felt. 

Today was supposed to be a happy day so where did it all go wrong? What did you do to deserve being treated like this?

“But today is-,” you tried once again, your tears forcing your voice to a whisper.

“You are bothering me,” he interjected, harshly, “I am sure what you have to tell me can wait.”

You gave a small nod and began making your way out of the gym. Footsteps followed after you and for a second, you hoped it was Ushijima but when you heard a voice call your name, you felt the familiar taste of bitter disappointment. 

“Y/n, he’s just having a bad day,” Tendou consoled, his eyes widening when he saw your tear-stained cheeks. “You know he didn’t mean it.”

“Yeah, I know,” you smiled, one that clearly didn’t reach your eyes from how the frown on Tendou’s face deepened. You used the sleeves of your thin jacket to wipe away your tears before extending the gift in your hand. 

“Give it to him for me, will you?” you murmured weakly, “Make sure he doesn’t practice too late and don’t let him overexert himself.”

“No, y/n,” Tendou shook his head. “You should give it to him yourself. I’ll go grab him right now and tell him to walk you home.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, “I’m not in the mood to celebrate anyway. I just came to drop off his gift.”

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he frowned, his anger rising as more tears fell from your eyes. He knew how much you were looking forward to celebrating your anniversary and he felt terrible at how you were being treated by Ushijima. He wasn’t blind to all of the sacrifices you made for him and he knew it was time Ushijima stopped taking you for granted. 

“Good night, Tendou.”

The walk home was cold and lonely and you only felt worse when you woke up the next morning with a fever. But you were comforted by all the messages from Tendou and the other members asking how you were doing and interrogating you. They were seconds away from going over to your house because of your lack of response when you assured them you were doing fine and sent them a picture of yourself in bed, saying you had a fever.

Even with the group chat blowing up, there was still no response from Ushijima and you wondered if he just didn’t care. 

Your thoughts were swarmed with insecurities and before you knew it, you were sobbing into your pillow. 

Does he even love me?

You tried remembering a time where he actually said those three words, but you found you couldn’t. A year of dating and “I love you” never escaped his lips. A year of being treated like a second choice. A year of putting his feelings first and getting your heart stomped on.

You were tired and you didn’t know how much longer this cycle of disappointment could go on. 

You were torn out of your thoughts when you heard the front door open and the low murmur of voices before heavy footsteps began approaching your room. You pulled the covers over your head, hiding your messy hair and your swollen face. 

The door creaked as it opened and you peeked through the small opening of the blanket, your mouth dropping in surprise when you saw a large figure standing in your bedroom.

“Ushijima?” you questioned, sitting up abruptly before wincing at your nausea caused by the sudden movement.

He stopped examining all the photos in your room and turned around to face you, his eyes widening when he saw your red-rimmed eyes. He barely registered the fact that you called him by his last name and not his first, his main focus was what made you cry. 

“What’s wrong, y/n?” he asked, worry clearly written on his face. “Why are you crying?”

“Why are you here, Ushijima?” you asked instead, bringing your gaze to your fidgeting fingers, a habit you did when you were nervous.

“You are sick so I brought medicine and food to help you recover,” his eyebrows furrowed at your question and the lack of excitement in your tone when before, you always greeted him with a smile. It was one of his favorite things about you and he was beginning to miss it. 

“Well, as you can see, I’m fine. You can just leave the medicine and go. I wouldn’t want to interfere with your practice,” your tone was harsh and left no room for argument. 

You were angry, Ushijima finally realized. The hurt expression on your face wasn’t one he was used to and he didn’t know how to fix it. His heart shattered as your chin began to tremble and tears trailed down your cheeks. 

He remembered the harsh words he gave you and the fact that he made you walk home alone and he opened his mouth to apologize when he heard you whisper, “Do you even remember what day it was yesterday?”

His silence answered your question and you let out a bitter laugh, sliding back under the covers and turning away from him. “Just go away, Ushijima.”

“Please,” your voice cracked as you held back a sob. 

He stared at your shaking form, a frown tugging at his lips but he listened to you words and exited your room, the door letting a resounding click as it closed.

Despite your words, you hoped he would stay but you figured this was just another disappointment to add to the list. The thought only made you cry more and Ushijima listened just on the other side of the door, wondering what he could do to fix this.

You wondered if this was the end of your relationship and after an hour of crying, you finally fell asleep. By the time you woke up, daylight had faded and your room was now shrouded in darkness. 

You were creeped out by how silent the house was but you figured it was time to get out of bed and get something to eat. You walked downstairs and heard the shuffling of footsteps. 

“Mom?” you called out, now a little nervous that an intruder had somehow gotten in while you were sleeping. 

You tiptoed your way into the living room, only for a scream to lodge itself in your throat as the lights suddenly flickered on. Ushijima stood there in a suit with a cake in his hands. 

“Ushijima?” you gasped, “What are you doing here?”

He placed the cake on a table nearby and walked towards you, cupping your cheeks in between his large hands. You were too surprised to react, still shocked by the fact that he was still here and he hadn’t left. 

“I am sorry, y/n,” he said, his voice soft as he struggled to convey his feelings. “You mean so much to me and I never wanted to hurt you. I didn’t mean to forget our anniversary.”

You came to your senses once you heard his words and you stepped back, letting his hands fall from your face. 

“It’s not just that, Ushijima,” you whispered, “I’m just tired. I’m tired of always being a second choice to volleyball and always putting in all the effort only to receive none in return.”

He thought of all the times he rescheduled your dates or came late because he chose to spend more time practicing and guilt washed over him. Ushijima never realized just how much you did for him. He was blind to your suffering and now he was facing the consequences.

“I will be better,” he promised. There was no hint of hesitation in his voice. He truly meant it and you could feel your walls slowly crumbling once again. “I will be someone who is worthy of you. Just give me a second chance to prove my love to you.”

Your breath caught and time stumbled.

“You love me?”

You didn’t expect him to confess and now that he had, you were completely powerless to stopping yourself from falling for him once again. The ache in your chest was replaced with warmth and you found the smallest of smiles forming on your lips.

“I always have,” he replied, reaching up to rub a thumb across your cheekbone. He leaned down to kiss your forehead before touching his lips to your eyelids. His face was centimeters away from yours when he pulled back, “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded and he pulled you closer. The both of you missed each other and the kiss was soft but desperate. You could feel the familiar butterflies making themselves known as he pulled away and gave you one of his rare smiles, the one he only gave you. “Happy belated anniversary, my love.”

“Happy anniversary, Wakatoshi.”

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Investigations (Part 6): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

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tw: NSFW

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"Mommy, you're getting bigger!"

The slapping of Kai's shoes on the wood flooring, his little body rushing toward you with his arms spread wide, is enough to make you forget the emptiness you felt like an ache in your soul.

"Kai, don't say that..."

Ran chastises him, coming through the door with the Paw Patrol bag slung over his suited shoulder.

"It's fine," you reply, squatting down to hold your son close. "He's just a kid." Ran doesn't respond. He just slides the backpack off his shoulder and shuts your apartment door, sitting it on the marble counter before walking around the fixture slowly.

"Packed five changes of clothes," he begins, ticking off his fingers. "Snacks and a water bottle. Some toys. And the books you wanted."

"Thanks," you whisper, unzipping the backpack to check if he made sure the clothes were matching this time.

"Y/n..." You sigh, feeling Ran's fingers slide up your hips and rest on your small bump. "You should really reconsider this. You're going to need help with the baby, and--"

"Ran." You don't face him; you can't look at his sad eyes. They're too convincing... Too alluring. You'd separated for a reason, not because you wanted to play coy. "We need to get through counseling before I can consider anything."

"I miss you." The words are like a siren's call to your heart, and you want to turn around. You want to hold him and kiss him and... But he'd just do the same thing over and over again. His lies would become more convincing, and you'd be in dire straits, all while sleeping next to a lying manipulator.

You decide the heartbreak isn't worth it.

"I'll see you on Sunday evening." Ran gets the hint. His hands slip away from your body and he says a soft "bye, champ" to Kai before walking out of the door.

_____________________________________________________________

You remember the day Ran came to get you like it was yesterday.

Cliche, but true.

He'd stormed into the little home Taiju had allowed you to remain in, his violet eyes blazing with anger and betrayal. Taiju followed behind him, yellow eyes apologetic and maybe even a little guilty.

"I'm sorry, y/n," Taiju whispered, hanging his head. "I--"

"Pack your things." Ran grabbed you by the wrist, yanking you toward the room you'd just emerged from, but you snatched it back, snapping,

"Fuck off."

In a split second, Ran had his hand raised in the air, poised to slap the taste out of your mouth without a second thought. But he stopped himself, remembering where he was. Who he was with. And who you were.

Taiju yanked you behind him in the milliseconds between Ran raising his hand and the thought of slapping you crossing his mind, full of fury.

"You can hit me, but if you hit her..." The threat stood between the two men, holding them apart with the promise of violence beyond your rashest fears.

"I want a divorce," you croaked.

Ran's eyes softened, and his mind flitted from the "I" to the "want" to the "a" and settled on "divorce".

"Y/n, please, I--"

"I want a fucking divorce."

The drive home with Taiju was the longest drive you'd ever endured.

And then you found out... you were pregnant. The timing couldn't have been worse. You only told Taiju - mainly because he would end up being the godfather due to the circumstances - but when you asked for a divorce, you had moved out.

Ran committed to helping pay for your apartment while you looked for a job, but once you found one as an administrative assistant to someone your family knew, you rejected any and all payments. Kai was shared between the two of you without a court order (you got weekends, he got weekdays), and you'd gotten used to living on your own for the first time in over five years.

And Kai... Kai hadn't understood why Mommy wouldn't be with him Monday through Friday. But Ran tried to explain it in soft tones and gentle hand-holding, and somehow it sunk in that Mommy needed to "work" and Daddy would do most of the caretaking while you worked hard for your independence.

But as the weeks passed, signs appeared, and Ran caught on pretty quickly with his methodical calculations and scrutinizing eyes. And when he found out you were pregnant and hadn't told him?

You sat through a half-hour-long, tear-filled speech that emphasized that Ran would be a part of the child's life in any and every way possible. Through that conversation, though, you agreed to marriage counseling. So... maybe it was good that he found out the way he did.

_____________________________________________________________

"Mr. Haitani, do you want this marriage to work for you or against you?"

"What kind of question is that?" Ran scoffs, crossing his arms.

"It's the kind of question that just might save you from being divorced and alone."

You can see Ran soften, uncrossing his arms and leaning his head on his propped-up hand.

"I want it to work."

"And Mrs. Haitani? Same question." When the woman turns to you, you feel something in your own heart crack, and for a moment, you think it's the pregnancy hormones that are making you cry. But you shake your head at yourself, wiping your eyes preemptively.

"I want it to work. For us. I don't want Kai to be without a father." A pause. "And I don't want to be without my husband." You don't see how Ran reacts because you're too busy sobbing into your own hands, feeling every single emotion you've held at bay come crashing down on you. But the large couch dips, and Ran places his arm around you, enveloping you in a hug as you weep.

"Then we need to rebuild trust before we can get to true reconciliation. Can I recommend something?"

"Please," Ran replies.

"Spend this evening just being honest with each other. Nothing distracting you two, just the two of you and your truth. Mr. Haitani, you need to be open enough to be honest and give her the answers to any questions she might have. And Mrs. Haitani, you need to do the same."

_____________________________________________________________

You're sitting between Ran's legs, staring at the crackling fire while he rests his large hands on your knees.

"Ask me anything."

The floor is open. The first question that comes to mind is:

"How long have you been in gangs?"

"Since I was thirteen." Seventeen years... This is a way of life for Ran.

"You've killed a man before." A statement, not a question.

"Many. But never for fun." You turn to look at him, and Ran looks down at you, raising his brows. "Never. And very rarely these days." South.

"Did you ever think about leaving?"

"All the time. The first time was when you and I got married. Then when we had Kai... then when you found out."

"And what's stopping you?" Ran thinks long and hard.

"It wouldn't make you trust me any more than you do now." You nod, quirking your lips to the left. That is true. "But also... I want to provide for both of you. I can't leave without some consequences. And we'd never be safe. But I can provide safety for us if I'm in power."

That is also true.

"Can I ask a question?" Ran whispers.

"Of course."

"Do you really want to divorce me?" You stare at the flames again, the answer very clear for the both of you. You just have to say it out loud.

"No." Ran sighs, dropping his head on your shoulder.

"I can't be without you." You lean your head on his and close your eyes, letting his lips press against your skin. "Please, come home."

"When we finish counseling," you promise. "I'll come home."

"Can you stay with me tonight, though?" You hesitate, but Ran cups your neck in his hand, whispering "please" into your skin and you give in. What good is it to fight the thing you want? To fight the man you need?

You kiss Ran with everything that you are, turning around to embrace him gently. You run your hands through his hair, tugging the short locks slightly as he lifts you onto his lap and kisses you deeply.

"Never leave me again," Ran pants, running his hands up your back. "Please. I felt like I could barely breathe without you."

"Never break my trust again," you reply, and Ran hums softly, littering kisses all over your face. "And I won't ever leave you."

Your lovemaking is slow and thoughtful in front of the fire, Ran's hands holding your hips with feather-light touches, and swiping your hair away from your face whenever he can't see your eyes staring back at him. It's this type of sex that Ran seems to take the most pleasure in... the closeness, the sweetness, the passion... it's all wrapped up in his soul, and he's pouring it out to you without words.

"I want you to be happy here," Ran grunts, stroking your g-spot with his skilled length and kissing the swell of your breasts at the same time. "With me."

You moan, and Ran opens his mouth to speak again.

"And I want you to be safe." He pauses, swirling a nipple around with his tongue. "And warm..." Ran's hands move from your hips to your face, and he leans down to brush his nose against yours. "And mine."

"You're all that I am," you breathe, and Ran's eyes light up, remembering the part of your vows you had said on your wedding day, which were completely unscripted.

"And you are all that I will be." His reply makes you arch your back upward, and you shake as he brings you to your climax, stroking all of the right spots and tending to your every need.

"R-Ran..."

"Shhh... Kai's sleeping. Don't want to wake him, do you?" Ran teases as your body clenches around his cock. "Gotta be quiet or-- fuck, fuck... Oh, my god..." Ran shudders, cumming inside of you with stuttering hips and fingers gripping your hands in his. When you both slow your pants and come down from your highs, Ran pulls you up and onto his body, leaning back onto the soft, plush carpet - and still inside of you.

You both stare into the fire, tangled and merged with one another by a red thread.

"I can't let go of you," Ran murmurs, and you look up at him in question. A tear tracks from the corner of his eye, and you swipe at it, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"You don't have to." You lay back down on his chest, trying to remain awake and relish this time with him, but you feel yourself slipping, falling, crashing into a deep sleep, one you've needed for a long time.

[cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc]

One more time

Summary: Alex regrets ever saying yes. All he wants is a second chance.

Trigger warning: Mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, swearing, angst

Author's note: my first piece off hiatus !! - you're a twitch streamer in this fic but it won't come up too much :) hope u like it <3

Based on: Break My Heart Again - FINNEAS

you sigh. your ex-boyfriend called again. you've been ignoring your phone for 5 minutes now. was he really this desperate?

you pick up your phone and slide the green button.

"what do you want, alex?"

"___, you picked up!"

he sounded extremely relieved, like he needs you to breathe.

"i did, now what do you want?"

alex sighed and leaned on a wall in his bedroom.

"can i come over? there's some stuff i still need to pick up."

you suck in a breath sharply. the air is thick and tense.

"no."

you clench the phone you were holding and bit your lip.

"i don't want to see you right now."

alex closed his eyes and pushed himself off the wall.

"i understand, you need time."

there was silence for a moment. neither of you wanted to say anything.

"if you want to come over that bad you can get your things tomorrow morning."

"sounds good. i'll be there around 11, okay?"

"fine."

"good-"

you ended the call.

"-bye..."

alex let his arm drop beside him. his eyes were watering, but he wiped it away with the sleeve of his hoodie.

it's his fault, he knew. but why is he still so upset? he shouldn't feel like this - it's is his own doing, after all.

~

you open the door to your home. alex was standing on the porch with a few empty bags in hand. the morning sun blinded you slightly, making you squint at the man in front of you.

"hi ___."

"hello, alex. all your belongings are on the couch.

"great, thank you."

~

he looks over as he's folding a shirt.

"what are you looking at?"

you say without looking away from your laptop.

his face was getting red slightly from embarrassment.

"nothing, you seem busy."

alex directed his eyes back to the clothes in front of him.

"otherwise you would've said something about me."

alex snickered slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

you sigh, holding your face in one of your hands.

don't say it. ___, keep it in. there's no point in fighting him. ___-

"if i wanted to make a comment it'd be about the fact you can't keep your dick in your pants."

god damn it, why did you do that?

he fell quiet. you hated his guts, but even you felt kind of bad for being so blunt with it.

a part of you still loved him. his loud, yet charming laugh. his sweet kisses. his adorable clinginess. his blushing face when you teased him.

you shake your head, trying to physically get rid of your pity for him. he doesn't love you anymore. he shouldn't, and neither should you.

~

after filling the bags with alex's belongings he stood up and wiped his forehead. you waver from your work and look him up and down.

"you done?"

you asked him. he turned around and gave you a weak smile.

"yeah, i think so."

"good, you know the way out."

you turn back to your computer.

"___, wait. can i ask you something?"

you make eye contact with him, fully aware it makes him nervous.

"what do you want?"

alex took a quick breath.

"can we talk sometime?"

you look at him like he spoke an alien tongue.

"why the hell would i?"

"i want to talk about what happened between us. i hate that our relationship is so sour."

he set a step forward.

"i just want this to end peaceful - or at least neutral."

"why the fuck would i want to be peaceful with you of all people?"

"i hate ending things on the wrong foot, you know that."

alex stands his ground, making you livid.

"then we make up, and then what? you'll just break my heart again!"

you stand up, simultaneously pushing the chair away with your legs.

"then i can lay awake and think about why i even let you inside my house again in the first place?!"

if looks could kill, alex would be on the floor.

"fine. if you don't want to, then i guess everything will just stay the way it is."

alex turned around and grabbed his bags. there's no way he's getting through to you right now.

"oh, so now it's my fault?"

you slam your laptop and walk away from the table.

"well, i'm so sorry for being angry at you for cheating on me!"

you don't hold your anger in anymore, he crossed the line.

"i never said that, ___!"

alex yelled to match your energy.

you took a step back. the audacity to yell at you in your house.

"out. now."

alex grabbed the second bag of clothes and without a word walked to the front door.

"goodbye, ___."

alex pushes the door open and steps outside. you go after him but stop at the doorstep.

"fuck you!" you sob out. you grab the doorknob and slam the door shut.

your knees slowly got weaker and you sit against the front door, shutting your eyes.

~

it's been a month since you've seen alex. you've blocked him on everything since then.

you were doing a q&a on your twitch channel and everything was going well. chat was filled with questions and you answered the one's you could.

your thoughts were somewhere else, though.

you still miss him, you really did. alex used to watch your streams all the time. he sent you donations with cheesy pick-up lines, he called you during streams to make fun of you for dying in a game or just to chat while he's bored.

but that didn't happen anymore.

you realize you haven't said anything in a while and you apologize. your chat was spamming purple hearts and 'are you okay?'

"ah, sorry everyone, i'm still tired from yesterday. i think i'm going to end the stream for today, thank you all for coming!"

after saying goodbye you turn off your computer.

why are you still so obsessed over him?! he cheated on you! he even tried to cover it up with a bullshit story about "not being the first to kiss her," and "she forced me to," like someone would believe a lie like that.

yet, you still love him. something inside you wants to believe him, like he really was telling the truth.

~

the next morning you open twitter and scroll for a bit. you made a tweet earlier in which you stated you weren't going to stream today.

you looked at the trending topics and saw your name in bold letters. you clicked on it and read the first tweet that popped up.

'i really hope ___ is doing better, they looked so sad on stream :('

an image was attached to it - a screenshot from the stream you did yesterday where you were mindlessly staring at your computer screen.

you sighed. at least they're not thinking too deep about this.

you scroll further down, replying and liking a couple tweets saying you were alright, thanking them or cracking a joke. this should keep them off your back for a while.

after scrolling for a bit one tweet catches your eye. you clutch your phone as you read the comment.

'kinda obvious they miss quackity :/ it's a good cover-up story tho '

~

alex was staring at his ceiling. he'd seen the tweets about you - about him.

he hates this feeling. he hates the fact that he knows what you're thinking. he hates that he knows it's his fault. he didn't mean to. he didn't.

"come on, alex. you know you want it." the woman said.

"i told you, no! i have a partner!" alex pushed her away for the second time, trying to find a way past the girl and out of this small alleyway. he should've never gone to this stupid bar.

"tch, whatever. but know you'll regret rejecting someone like me!" the girl pushed him to the brick wall and fixed her dress as she walked away.

alex fixed himself for a minute and walked past the bar and into his car. he pulled out his phone and shot you a quick text.

'hey bb i'll be over in a few :)'

'don't come back.'

you responded almost immediately. alex froze as he looked at the screen.

'wdym?'

'you know damn well why'

you sent him a photo of him next to the bar in the alley. the girl was all over him while her lips connected lustfully to his.

'it isn't what it looks like, i didn't start any of this!'

you don't respond. alex tries to send you another text when an error pops up.

'unable to send message. user has blocked you.'

~

you hover your hand over your phone's keyboard. you thought anbout alex's offer to talk, and decided that maybe it was a good idea after all. you couldn't get your mind off him, you thought that hopefully getting some closure could help.

but how were you going to ask him? 'hey, i know i blocked number like a month ago but can you to meet me at some random park? see you there!'

after typing and deleting multiple texts you eventually landed on a message.

'hey alex, i've been thinking about your offer to talk it out, and i wanted to ask if you're still up for it?'

you send it and immediately turn off your phone and place it on the coffeetable in front of you. you did it, finally. you fall back on your couch and pull your knees up to your face, waiting for a notification.

after a nailbiting five minutes a light emits from your phone. you pick it up and read the name calling you. 'alex'. you take a deep breath and answer the phone.

"hi alex."

"hey ___, it's been a while."

you sit up straight, preparing yourself for the conversation you're about to have.

'yeah, you can say that."

the atmosphere was a lot less tense than you expected. it was weirdly... comforting? you can hear alex's raspy voice through the phone. has he been crying?

"i saw your text, you wanted to meet?"

"yes, i did. i wanted to get some closure, at least."

alex chuckled, his laugh making you a little flustered. trying to brush it off, you laugh with him.

"what's so funny?" alex asked.

you rolled your eyes and smile.

"you, dumbass."

he gasps cartoonishly loud. his goofy personality is something you could never get enough of. maybe you were wrong after all.

"ok, but seriously, when do you want to meet?"

he gets back on topic. you snap out of your smile and remember why he called in the first place.

"right, right. i'm free this whole week, you can choose when."

after some planning and back and forth, you decide to meet at a small family-run café in the afternoon. coincidentally, it's the same place you two had your first date.

~

you settle down at a table on the terrace of the café, the sunday sun greeting you warmly. you were a little early, so you decided to think of some questions. it didn't take you long to come to a few, though. your main question was the photo. what was that all about?

as you were handed a menu you saw alex walking on the pavement fidgeting with his fingers.

"hey! sorry if i'm late, i took the bus instead of my car."

he took the seat parallel to yours and exhaled.

"oh no, you're right on time. i was just a little early."

the waitress gave alex a menu and disappeared into the establishment. you both decided to stay quiet before getting on topic. neither of you want to start the conversation.

after both ordering and having surface level conversation for a while silence fell. you both know why you're here, it feels off to talk like nothing ever happened.

"okay-"

"so-"

you both start at the same time. alex awkwardly chuckles while covering his mouth.

"you first."

alex proposes. you nod and like magic lose the somewhat content mood you had prior. you steadily breathe in and pull out your phone.

"so, first things first; my main goal is to get closure and an explanation - there's no point in lying to me."

alex hums in agreement. you could tell he was nervous, you knew him better than anyone. you tap on your screen a few times until you reach the photo that was sent to you.

"now, i want a clear answer. what happened that night?"

you ask him firmly as you put your phone on the table to reveal the image.

"that's my ex-girlfriend."

alex said. you raise an eyebrow - his ex? you've heard some wild things about her and her antics, which is exactly why alex broke up with her in the first place.

"she said she wanted to ask me something in private. my dumbass said yes, because i can't pick up on context clues, apparently."

you cross your arms and lean back on the chair.

"you got that right."

alex looks up from the photo and makes eye contact with you.

"long story short, she pushed me to the wall and kissed me. i tried to push her off but she didn't let me go. after shoving her, like, twice she finally got the hint and left."

~

"so she set you up?"

"she hasn't changed a bit since all those years."

you say with a hint of condescension. his explanation made sense, and from what you heard he wasn't lying. your gut told you to believe him, yet your mind had an itching feeling that there was something else.

"are you sure that's all?"

alex flinched slightly.

"y-yes, ___. i don't know what else to tell you."

you mess with your hair a bit, clearly conflicted. there was nothing else, you knew that. but your brain wouldn't let it go. you decided it's better if you just sleep on it.

"alright, then.-"

you grab your bag and stand up.

"-i think we're done here."

alex stays seated and looks up at you.

"yeah, i think so."

you pick the phone up that's laying on the table. you pull out your wallet and put a $5 bill under your teacup.

"goodbye, alex."

"wait!"

alex stands up and grabs your wrist, the gesture scaring you little bit.

"are you still mad at me?"

those eyes. they're so pretty, almost sparlking. you snap out of it when he lets go, just realizing how weird it is to grab someone's arm out of nowhere.

"sorry, my bad. i wasn't thinking."

alex scratches the back of his neck.

"i'm still deciding if i can trust you, but i appreciate you showing up, at least."

"that's enough for me."

alex smile at you, not trying to pry.

"goodbye, ___."

"goodbye, alex."

~

you heard the chirping of the birds outside your window and groan. why is it already morning? you sit up and grab your phone from the nightstand next to your bed, the phone reading 11:23 - tuesday - xx-xx-xxxx.

you sigh and fall back onto your bed. you've been thinking about alex for a few days now, still not getting him out of your head.

after going downstairs and eating some toast you pull out your phone again, the clock now reading 12:44. you look through your contacts and eventually land on his name.

you hover your hand over the green pixels while sitting down at the dining table. you swallow audibly and click the call button.

it goes once.

it goes twice.

"___?"

'Hey alex, i wanted to ask you if you wanted to meet up again?"

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