#who left her boyfriend (who was very nice) months ago and is just coming out of a crush on a stupid stupid dude whom she now hates

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so uh not to be an oblivious queer idiot but if the girl you've been jokingly flirting with for yeeears invites you to dinner at her place, only a couple weeks after telling you she definitely wants to have sex with you but is terrified of it because she's never touched a vagina that wasn't her own, is that a date or just a friendly gesture?

asking for myself please help

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happy 6k!! its well deserved! can i ask for secret relationship with Aaron Hotchner (if it hasn’t been requested yet) ♡︎

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Aaron Hotchner x plus size reader

Something’s wrong with you, a subtle change taking place over months that your profiler co-workers haven’t noticed but one Penelope Garcia has

Warnings: secret relationship, fluff, Garcia snooping, mention of condoms/smut WC: 1.6k

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Penelope was worried about you, to say the least. You had always been a bit of an introvert, preferring to stay home with your hobbies and books rather than go out to a bar with the rest of the team but over the last month, you had been far more reclusive than normal. She may not have been a profiler but she could see the way you hid your phone, the turtlenecks and scarves that now seemed to be a staple of your wardrobe, and most damning of all, the fact that you had avoided Girl’s Night.

And Penelope was going to get to the bottom of it.

“I need your help. Now.” She jammed her pen onto the end call button of her desk phone before the person on the other end of the line could answer. Her eyes were glued to the monitor in front of her, your social media page laid out across the screen. She had gone through every like, every comment, every follower and nothing seemed blatantly out of place but she knew she was missing something.

“C’mon baby, I know you’re somewhere in there.”

The door to her cave slammed open, revealing a slightly sweaty and very out of breath Dr Reid. “What! What is it? What’s wrong?”

Penelope spun her chair around and in a squeaky voice responded. “I don’t know!” Spencer’s distressed expression faded, however, as soon as he saw what she had been looking at in the first place. His eyebrows furrowed and he stepped into the room, the blue light of her monitors reflecting off his glasses. 

“Garcia, are those bank statements?” 

“Two days ago, Y/N went to the pharmacist at 10 pm. 10! Who goes to the pharmacy that late unless they’re hiding something.” Penelope gestured wildly at the list.

“Or we just got back from a case and she had to refill a prescription?” She scoffed and waved him off.

“Our copay isn’t that good. I only know one thing someone buys for $15 at a pharmacy after 8.” Spencer gave her a puzzled look, “Condoms Dr Reid! Condoms!” 

Red bloomed across his cheeks but Penelope continued. “And then I noticed something else, Y/N hasn’t been to a gas station in almost 6 months. Or at least if she has, she hasn’t been paying for gas. So, tell me what that means.” 

“Someone has been buying gas for her.” Spencer leaned forward, his hands now planted on the only empty spot on her desk. 

“Or…” She prompted.

“Someone’s been driving her around.” His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose.

“Which means…” Penelope gently pressed them back up his face as the realisation dawned upon the genius.

“She has a secret boyfriend.”

——————

“Are we positive that this is a good idea?” Spencer shoved his hands into his suit pants pocket as he nervously looked around the empty hallway. Penelope huffed as she moved the bags of takeout over to her left hand, the numerous bracelets on her wrist jingling.

“Look, either she comes clean and gives us all the details about this mystery beau or we get a nice night in with one of our best friends in the world.” She firmly knocked on the door, stopping any further protest from Spencer. 

There was a few seconds of quiet, then a scuffle behind the door. They looked at each other before the lock clicked and your face was between the crack. “Penelope?”

Spencer leaned over so his head was above Garcia’s. Your eyes met his, your frown deepening. “And Spencer. What are you guys doing here?”

Penelope shot a look over her shoulder that screamed ‘I told you so’ before she held up the brown paper bags and gave you a megawatt smile. “There’s a Doctor Who marathon on TV tonight so I thought we could surprise you since it’s been forever since we’ve hung out!” 

“I’m not exactly dressed for company. Do you think you could give me a minute?” You glanced at something in your apartment, giving Penelope the opportunity to poke Spencer in the arm.

“Do you think we could come inside to wait, it’s a bit chilly out here.” You sighed. The door opened slowly, revealing your state of half-undress, wearing only a shirt that definitely wasn’t yours and that did nothing to cover the discolouration around your neck that suspiciously looked like hickies. Sweat dotted your hairline, your chest heaved, and the soft, sensual music playing from your speaker was everything that they needed to know.

Penelope’s squeal of victory was swiftly cut off by a man’s arm wrapping around your wide hips and tugging you back from the door, away from their sight. “It seems we’ve been had.” A deep voice rumbled.

“No way.” They were frozen to the spot, left staring at the empty doorway.

“Well, come on in then. Whatever you brought smells good.” Spencer was the first one to move, stumbling over his own feet as he entered the apartment. Penelope followed, a slightly dazed look on her face.

When she finally regained her composure, you had disappeared into the bedroom, leaving one Aaron Hotchner standing in your living room, dressed far more casually than they had ever seen him before, a sly smile on his lips. He took the bags of take out from her and carefully placed them on the coffee table. 

He was relaxed, incredibly so. His body language open, his eyes even sparkled when you walked back out of your room, now more dressed than before. Spencer’s brain ticked over as he watched the way your fingers brushed Aaron’s arm, recalling every moment he could where your interactions had been anything more than platonic in the years you had worked for the BAU. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Penelope sounded genuinely heartbroken, which made you break away from Aaron and wrap her up in your arms.

“We wanted to keep it private at first, just to see where it went.”

“And Stauss wouldn’t exactly approve.” Aaron added as he started pulling out the food containers.

“A relationship between the chief of a unit and his subordinate isn’t exactly against any FBI rules but it is frowned upon. Not to mention the over 10 year age gap between the two of you might’ve raised eyebrows.” Spencer perked up, earning a scowl from said older man.

“Yes that too.” He cleared his throat. Your giggle was muffled by Penelope’s hair. She turned around in your embrace to give Aaron a dirty look yet remained clinging to you.

“You’ve stolen her from us, keeping her all to yourself all the time.” Her grip on you tightened. “And buying condoms! Who are you to defile this perfect being.” 

Aaron had the audacity to look a little bashful at that, though you caught the flash of a prideful grin before he quickly hid it behind his usual frown. “She is my girlfriend. But, I suppose I have been selfish.”

Spencer had disappeared into your kitchen to look for some plates, but he soon called out to you. “What utensils do you want me to use? There are far too many in this drawer.” You rolled your eyes and pried yourself from Penelope, now leaving her alone with your boyfriend.

Her firm expression didn’t waver. “You love her?”

“Yes.” He answered without hesitation.

“Are you going to ask her to marry you?” Aaron’s brown eyes darted to the kitchen and once he confirmed that you weren’t standing within earshot, he muttered.

“It’s early but yes.”

“You need my approval.” She crossed her arms over her chest but Aaron could clearly see the way she was fighting a smile. 

“Of course.” He nodded, popping open a container of dumplings and stealing one. 

“Good.” She plopped down onto your couch, evidently all her questions answered, and took the box from him. 

“Is that all?”

Her nose scrunched up. “Don’t get ahead of yourself Hotchner, you aren’t off the hook yet. I’m telling everyone you’ve both been lying to us for months.” 

“As long as it stays in the BAU.” You piped up, your hands now full of various forks and knives, Spencer trailing after you with plates in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. “We don’t need to kick up a HR investigation just yet.”

“We’ll vouch for you both if it comes to that.” Spencer sat on the edge of the recliner so he could still reach the coffee table. You glided by Aaron, your shoulder purposefully brushing against his as you passed. Penelope patted the couch cushion beside her.

You grabbed the remote control and obeyed her hint, settling into the soft material with a sigh. 

“Now go, it’s our turn to get her.” Aaron just rolled his eyes playfully and kissed your forehead gently.

“Have fun you three, I’ll stay out of your hair.” You melted into his touch for just a moment before he pulled himself away to gather his things that he left on his your bedside table. “Although it’s been a while since I’ve spent the night by myself.” He teased.

That earned him a scoff from Garcia. “Go!” He raised his hands in defeat and left the three of you to the pile of food and your show. You accepted the offered plate from Spencer, it was silent save for the low voices from the TV and Aaron’s movements around your bedroom. 

Penelope had a pleased smile on her face, pride filling her chest. She had out-profiled a team of profilers before they had even realised something was off. And she had gotten an evening with you and Spencer through her genius. She pressed the side of her thigh against yours as you poured out some wine for each of them.

You grinned at her before you suddenly froze, a thought occurring to you.

“Pen… how did you know I had been buying condoms?”

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Just saw the new popular movie ’’This ends with us’’ and I beg of you to draw from the actual beautiful love story, so pure! So same concept of the love story: Pouge!Rafe has been kicked out by his mom and her abusive boyfriend, Kook!Reader sees him homeless & hiding. Reader does small acts of kindness, which builds up to a romance but they separate for whatever reason (could be because they get discovered, he joins the military, like the movie, or something different). It could also be reversed with Pouge!Reader instead being homeless, you pick! Years go by, Reader meets an abusive partner, she bumps into a now grown up Rafe. Lots of angst, lingering feelings and longing, he sees the signs of abusive and gets protective. But without the movie plots of reader getting pregnant and married) I adore and worship your writing skills, truly have a gift to make you feel all the emotions!! <3333333

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i loooove this request because pogue!rafe so i decided to turn into a mini series (two or three parts). im personally not a fan of it ends with us, but i love your requests bc it's still very different from the original plot.

pairing: pogue!rafe x kook!sweetheart!reader word count: 6k chapter warnings: domestic violence; absent parents; angst; fluff.

Rafe was born rough around the edges.

There was never any sugar-coating about it; with his hair always messy, sun-bleached and salty, and his hands perpetually stained with the grime of whatever job he'd taken up that week, Rafe Cameron had never known peace. He moved like a stray dog that had learned to fend for itself, his eyes always scanning for trouble. 

Most people kept their distance, and he liked it that way.

There wasn’t much softness in his life. His mom tried her best, he supposed, but that wasn’t saying much. She had a new boyfriend every few months, and they were all the same — mean, drunk, and looking for a fight. Rafe learned early on that if you couldn’t fight back, you were nothing. So he fought. A lot.

He fought the men who walked into their house at night, stinking of cheap whiskey and cigarettes. He fought the kids at school who called him trash, who mocked the way his clothes never quite fit or how he always seemed a little too hungry. But mostly, he fought himself — every time he looked in the mirror and saw his father’s eyes staring back at him. The man who left and never looked back. 

Another piece of shit. 

He kept his head down, kept his hands busy, and kept his mouth shut unless he had something to say. He wasn’t nice. Nice got you nowhere; nice got you used, broken, and left behind. He had seen it too many times to believe otherwise. The world wasn’t a kind place, and he wasn’t a kind guy. 

Most days, he’d finish work covered in sweat and salt, with just enough money in his pocket to get by. He'd dropped out of school years ago and head to the docks, sit on the edge, and smoke a cigarette while the sun dipped below the horizon.

The only real moment of peace he had.

Rafe took what work he could find — fixing up old fishing boats for the few Kooks who’d dare come down his side of the Cut, pulling shrimp nets in the dead hours of the morning, his back aching and his muscles screaming at such a young age, but at least it was better than being home. If he could call it that.

Home, where his mom was probably passed out again, where the latest loser she'd dragged in might be passed out on the couch or looking for a fight.

He could hear them shouting before he even got to the door. His mom’s voice screaming her throat out, and he could hear something crashing inside — a glass, maybe, or a plate. Then came the matching scream of the new boyfriend, Tony or Tommy or something — they all blurred together after a while. Rafe paused on the porch, his hand hovering over the door handle, debating whether it was worth going in at all.

Inside, she was standing in the middle of the living room, her face flushed, her blonde hair a mess. Tony stood over her, fists clenched, his face red and veins bulging in his neck. 

Rafe knew that look. 

He’d seen it before — seen it in a dozen men who thought they could push their weight around, thought they could break whatever they wanted.

“What the hell’s going on?” 

Tony turned, eyes narrowing. “None of your damn business, boy.”

Rafe took a step forward, his fists balling up instinctively. “If it’s in my house, it’s my business.”

His mom spun around to face him, her eyes wild and desperate. “Just stay out of it, Rafe. You always have to make things worse!”

He felt the sting of her words. He should be used to it by now. “I’m not the one who brought this piece of shit in here.”

That was all it took. Tony lunged at him, shoving him hard against the wall. Rafe felt the air rush out of his lungs as pain flared in his back. “You watch your mouth, punk,” Tony hissed, his face inches from his, his breath a disgusting mix of beer and god knows what.

“Or what?” Rafe shot back. If there was one thing he’d learned, it was how to keep his anger in check — at least most of the time.

Tony’s eyes flicked to his mom, like he was making a point, and she just stood there, watching. He’d lost his faith in her a long time ago but it still blew him away how she never lifted a finger to help him. 

“Get out,” she said finally, hand moving to point towards the bust-up wooden door.

“What?” Rafe blinked, caught off guard. He must’ve heard her wrong.

“You heard me. Get out!” She was shouting now, her voice high-pitched and desperate. “I can’t have you here, always stirring things up! You make everything worse!”

It had to be a fucking joke. He was the only one bringing in money to pay the rent, the only one who kept the house clean enough so it wouldn’t look or smell like someone died in there. Paid the hospital bills when they hit her too hard. He did everything, always. 

Tony shoved him again, harder this time, toward the open door. “You heard her. Get the hell out.”

Rafe stumbled backward, catching himself before he fell. He looked at his mom, his chest tightening in a way he hadn’t felt since he was a kid. “You’re really gonna choose him over your own son?”

She wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Just go, Rafe. I can’t do this anymore.”

He forced himself to nod. He almost wanted to laugh. “Fine,” he muttered, pushing past Tony and heading for the door. “Don’t call me when he sends you to the hospital again.”

He didn’t look back. He couldn’t. The moment he stepped outside, the wind hit his face like a slap, the kind that made his eyes sting and his heart pound. Things had never gotten to this point before. He would’ve rather taken a beating then get kicked out. 

He walked, hands stuffed into his pockets. He didn’t know where he was going, just that he couldn’t go back. Not now. Not ever. He’d die before he begged his mother or Tony to let him in that shithole again. His feet took him along the edge of town, past the marina and the fishing docks, and eventually, he found himself in the wealthy part of town, near Figure 8.

It was ironic, almost funny.

The Kooks lived here, the ones who wouldn’t give him the time of day if they saw him on their streets. And here he was, a beat-up pogue, walking right through their territory, angry and suddenly so damn tired.

He spotted an old, abandoned house, sitting at the end of a street where the mansions stood tall and proud. He had walked by it a few times before and noticed it had been empty for years, the paint peeling off in strips, the windows boarded up, and the grass overgrown. He crossed the street, glancing around to make sure no one was watching, and pushed the broken gate open. The hinges squeaked loudly, proving just how long it had been since someone had been there.

The front door was unlocked; it opened with the slightest push. Inside, it smelled of dust and mold, but it was dry, and it was quiet. It was enough. He made his way to a small room in the back, what must have once been a kitchen. There was an old sofa left behind, covered in a dirty sheet. He pulled the sheet off, threw it in a corner, and sank onto the sofá, finally breathing properly. 

He stayed there, staring at the cracked ceiling and the empty walls, wondering how the fuck he was going to get himself out of this one. 

For the two next days, he moved carefully, quietly, in and out of the house. He didn’t want anyone to know he was staying there. He wasn’t getting his ass thrown into jail again. He found a way in through the back window, kept to the dimly lighted areas, and avoided the main roads. He didn't have much — a few changes of clothes, some cash from odd jobs, and his dad’s old pocketknife, the only thing he had left of the bastard.

It was on the third day that he saw you.

He was sitting on the front steps, having a cigarette, when he heard the sound of a bike chain clicking. He glanced up, and there you were — riding a yellow bike, hair pulled back, and eyes glued to him as you pedaled down the street.

He stiffened, quickly stubbing out the cigarette, his heart rate picking up. You were one of them, a Kook, from one of the mansions just a block away. He’d seen you before, always biking around town, sometimes with friends, sometimes alone.

He didn’t know you, didn’t even know your name, but he knew the type.

You saw him, too, and slowed your bike. His first thought was to get up and disappear back into the house, but he knew that would look suspicious. So he stayed put, trying to look casual, as if he belonged there.

You stopped a few feet away, still on your stupid bike, one foot on the ground to steady yourself.

“You live here?” You asked, not in a mean way, just curious.

Rafe’s jaw tightened. “Yeah,” he lied, “Why?”

You shrugged, “Just… didn’t think anyone did. Looks pretty empty.”

He tensed, waiting for you to say something like, “I’m going to tell someone,” or worse, to start asking more questions. But instead, you just gave him another curious look, nodded, and biked away.

Weird girl.

The next day, you were back. This time, you had a bag with you. He watched you approach, wary. You stopped in front of the house and took something out of the bag — a sandwich, wrapped in paper, and a bottle of water.

You held them out to him, a gentle smile on your face, “Figured you might be hungry.”

He thought maybe you were just trying to make yourself feel better, some Kook guilt thing, like feeding the stray cat in the alley so you could pat yourself on the back for being such a nice person.

And he hated that. Hated you for even thinking he needed your stupid charity. So he gave you every reason to leave him alone.

When you handed him that sandwich, he barely even looked at you.

He just grabbed it and then turned his back, heading into the house without another word. But the next day, you were there again. And the next.

He started making it obvious he didn’t want you around. He’d grunt when you said hello, roll his eyes when you tried to make small talk.

One time, you offered him an apple, and he snatched it out of your hand without a word, just to see if you’d get annoyed enough to leave. You didn’t. Like some fucking saint.

Instead, you kept coming back, like some sort of annoying, persistent fly he couldn’t swat away. Every time, your smile was a little nicer, your eyes a little more curious.

He didn't get it. Why the hell were you still trying? Didn’t you get it? He didn’t want you here. Didn’t want to talk to you. Didn’t need shit from a Kook.

“What’s your problem?” he muttered one day when you showed up with a bag of groceries.

You blinked, “What do you mean?”

“You keep coming back here like I asked you to. I didn’t. I don’t need your charity.”

You raised an unimpressed eyebrow, still not leaving. “I’m not doing charity. I jut figured you could use a little help.”

He scoffed, turning his back on you again. “I don’t need anything from you, princess.”

You hesitated, then placed the bag on the steps anyway. “Well, it’s here if you do.”

He snorted, rolling his eyes again. “Great. Another pity gift from the rich kid. Thank you so much,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You clenched your jaw, but still didn’t leave. He expected you to finally get the hint, but you just shook your head and walked away.

The next day, you there you were. And the day after that. Always bringing something, always with that same annoying, stubborn smile.

By the end of the week, he was done. You rolled up with another bag, and before you could even open your mouth, he let out a loud groan, throwing his head back. 

"For fuck’s sake, don’t you have anything better to do than bother me every damn day?”

That was it — you snapped.

Your eyes flared, and you stepped in closer, voice getting louder. "Will you just eat the damn food before I throw it in your face?" You shouted, cheeks going red with frustration.

He blinked, caught off guard. He didn’t expect you to clap back.

You’d been silent and too sweet for his liking. Most Kooks would’ve run back to their fancy houses by now, but you were still standing your ground, fists clenched, breathing heavy. Cute.

He almost laughed. Almost. “What’s your deal? You think you’re some kind of hero bringing food to the poor pogue? You think you're gon' save me or something?”

You glared at him “I’m not trying to save you, jerk! I’m just trying to be a decent human! Maybe you should try it sometime!”

He stared at you, face set in a deadpan, but he felt something— something he hadn’t felt in a while. Respect, maybe? But for some reason, he didn’t tell you to get lost.

Instead, he snatched the bag out of your dainty small hand. “Fine. I’ll eat your stupid food. But don’t think this changes anything,” he muttered.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “Oh, trust me, I don’t.”

You both stood there in this weird silence for a minute, glaring at each other. Then you shook your head, and smiled like you hadn’t read him to filth ten seconds ago. “See you tomorrow, Rafe.”

What? You knew his name?

He watched as you rode away and he realized he was grinning, just a bit. For the first time in weeks, he didn’t feel completely alone.

And somehow, that pissed him off even more.

Days turned into weeks, and you kept showing up, like a plague.

No matter how much Rafe grumbled, no matter how many times he rolled his eyes or muttered under his breath, you just kept coming back. It was always something small — fruit, a bottle of water, a warm meal in a container. Every time you showed up, you had that same stubborn look in your eyes, like you weren’t going to back down no matter how much he pushed you away.

He hated to admit it, but he started to look forward to your little visits. He hated even more that he noticed things about you. Like how your hair fell in your face when you leaned over to hand him something or how your laugh sounded when he said something sarcastic. He noticed the way you seemed to care, even when he made it clear he didn’t want you to.

One day, you showed up with a duffel bag. Rafe looked at you suspiciously as you parked your bike and slung the bag over your shoulder.

“What now?” he grunted, eyeing the bag like it might bite him.

He could tell you were nervous and that weirded him out even more. Since when could he read your mind? 

“I was thinking… maybe you’d want to come to my house. Just to shower and get some real rest. My parents are out of town, and y’know, you could use it.”

He stared at you like you’d grown another head. “You want me to come to your house?”

You nodded, looking a little unsure now, hands tightening around the bag’s strap, “Yeah. Just for a bit. I thought you might like a break from this place.”

He scoffed. “And why the hell would I want to do that? You think I’m gonna be some charity case you can parade around to make yourself feel good?”

You sighed, clearly getting frustrated. “No, Rafe. I just thought… I just thought you might want a hot shower. But if you don’t, that’s fine.”

He usually cleaned himself up near the docks, but the water was freezing during this time of the year. Every time it felt like his balls were going to drop to the floor. So yeah, a hot shower in a big mansion sounded tempting.

Even if he didn’t want to give you that satisfaction.

A hot shower… a real bed, even for a little while. He hadn’t had that in what felt like forever. He looked at you again, trying to figure out if this was some kind of sick twisted plan, but all he saw were those stupid glowing eyes staring him down like he’d be dumb to refuse you. 

“Fine,” he muttered, standing up. “But just for a shower. And if you try anything weird, ’m outta there.”

Your nose scrunched up, “As if.”

Your house was everything he expected from a Kook — big, clean, and way too fancy. He felt out of place the moment he stepped through the gigantic door, like he was tracking mud on a white carpet. You led him upstairs, pointing out the bathroom.

“You can use this one. Towels are in the cabinet, and I’ll leave some clothes outside if you want them.”

Rafe grunted in response, still unsure why he was even there. He went into the bathroom and locked the door, leaning against it for a moment. The place smelled like lavender or some other fancy soap he couldn’t name. He turned on the shower, and the hot water poured out instantly, filling the room with steam.

He stripped off his dirty clothes and stepped under the water, hissing as the heat hit his skin. But then he relaxed, letting the water wash away the grime, the salt, the exhaustion he’d been carrying for so long. He stayed under the spray longer than he should have, almost losing track of time.

When he finally got out, he saw the clothes you’d left outside the door — a plain t-shirt and sweatpants, nothing flashy, but clean. He put them on and headed back downstairs, finding you in the kitchen, making coffee.

You looked up when he entered, “Feel better?”

He shrugged. “I guess.”

You handed him a cup of coffee, and he took it reluctantly, still waiting for the catch. But you just sat across from him at the kitchen island, sipping your own cup, not saying anything.

He found himself watching you, noticing the little things again.

The way you tucked your hair behind your ear, the way your fingers tapped against the mug when you were thinking. He hated that he was noticing, hated that he found any of it interesting. He took a sip of the coffee and scowled when it tasted good, because of course it did.

“You do this shit for everyone?” he asked, breaking the silence.

You looked at him, “What do you mean?”

“This.” He gestured around. “Invite random guys to your house, make them coffee, act like you care.”

You laughed, a light sound that made his chest feel weird. “No. Just you.”

He didn’t know what to say to that, so he just looked away, taking another sip of coffee. He didn’t do nice. He wasn’t used to nice. This was weird.

You kept doing these little things for him — small acts of kindness he didn’t ask for and definitely didn’t deserve. You’d leave extra food by the house when you knew he’d be there, sometimes even a blanket or a pillow you said you didn’t need. You’d offer to let him use the house again, and every once in a while, he’d accept, hating how much he craved the simple comfort of a shower or a bed.

And all the while, he stayed the same — gruff, sarcastic, always trying to push you away with his attitude. But you didn’t go. You took his crap and came back.

One night, after a particularly rough day where everything seemed to go wrong, he found himself standing outside your house again. Your parents were out of town again, and he didn’t have anywhere else to go. He hated that he was here, hated that he needed this, but he knocked anyway.

You opened the door, your face lit up with that familiar smile. “Rafe,” you said, voice warm. “Come in.”

He liked the way his name sounded on your lips.

He hesitated, but he did. You led him to the living room, and he noticed a few things this time — the family photos on the walls, a vase of flowers on the table, the soft throw blanket on the couch.

Your home was nothing like his, but it felt… safe.

They sat in silence for a while, and he noticed how you didn’t bother him with questions, didn’t try to fix anything. You just sat there, close but not too close, letting him breathe. He found himself looking at you more, catching the way your lips curled up at the corners, how your eyes seemed to soften whenever they landed on him. He felt something strange, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He sat on that big couch, staring at his busted-up hands, trying to ignore the way his heart pounded in his chest. You were just a few feet away, eyes flicking over to him now and then, like you were waiting for him to speak. But he didn’t know what to say.

He felt… uncomfortable. Not because of the place, or you. No, never because of you. But because of this strange feeling that kept crawling up his spine, making him feel restless.

You were sitting on the arm of the chair, legs tucked under you, looking at him with that familiar, gentle expression that made him feel like maybe he wasn’t such a screw-up. He didn’t know what to do with that. You were the kind of girl who should have nothing to do with him. Yet here you were, again and again, showing up, like you didn’t know any better.

He cleared his throat, trying to push back whatever weird tension was building between you. “So… your parents,” he muttered. “They’re out of town a lot?”

You nodded, sighing, “Yeah. They travel for work. I’m used to it.”

“Must be nice,” he said, but his voice came out rougher than what he was going for. He didn’t know how to do gentle and he was still half-convinced you were going to kick him out or tell him you had enough of his crap.

“Sometimes,” you replied, “But it gets lonely, too.”

He wasn’t expecting that. He glanced at you trying to read you. He knew you weren’t looking for sympathy; you were just stating a fact.

He wasn’t sure what made him ask, but he did anyway. “Why do you keep helping me?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “I— I don’t know. I guess… I just see something in you. Something good.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “There’s nothin' good in me.”

“There is,” you insisted. “I see it. Even if you don’t.”

He felt his chest tighten, and he had to look away. “You’re wrong.”

“Maybe,” you said quietly, “but I don’t think so.”

He feel your eyes on him, could feel the way his pulse was racing under his skin. He hated it. Hated that he wanted to believe you, wanted to feel whatever it was you seemed to see in him.

“You’re too good,” he muttered. “Too good for someone like me.”

You laughed softly. “You don’t know me as well as you think, Rafe.”

He glanced up, surprised by the boldness in you. You were so soft most days it always threw him off when you took the reins. You were closer now, leaning forward just slightly, eyes fixed on his. He felt that breathtaking tension tightening again.

Before he could think better of it, he spoke, voice coming out meeker than what he was going for, “You really think there’s somethin' good in me?”

You nodded, not taking your eyes off of him for a second, “Yeah, I do.”

He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He didn’t know what he was doing, didn’t know what possessed him, but before he could stop himself, he reached out, his hand finding yours. You didn’t pull away. Didn’t flinch in fear or scrunched up your nose in disgust.

Instead, your fingers tightened around his, and his breath caught in his throat.

“Why?” he asked again, desperate.

 “Because I just do.”

Something snapped in him then, something he’d been holding back for too long. He moved closer, his other hand reaching up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your delicate skin. You didn’t pull away again, only leaning into his touch. 

He hesitated, just for a moment. “I’m not— I-I’m not a good guy,” he murmured.

You smiled again, softer this time, the way he hoped you only did for him, “I don’t need you to be.”

He didn’t get it, but he didn’t have time to figure it out.

He leaned in and kissed you. It was clumsy at first — just a touch of lips, a bit hesitant. But then you kissed him back and suddenly he understood those stupid cliché novels his mom used to read when he was younger. He’d never kissed anyone before. 

He was too aware of how inexperienced they both were, of the way his lips barely brushed against yours. He felt stiff and unsure, like he didn’t know if he was doing it right. But it felt right. It wasn’t smooth or perfect — there was hesitancy and uncertainty, but it was real. He felt your hand touch his cheek, your fingers warm and trembling just a little.

His hand slid from your cheek down to your neck, pulling you closer, fingers curling into your hair. He couldn’t get enough. It was messy, frantic, his heart racing like it was trying to break out of his chest, and for once, he didn’t care. He felt your breath hitch against his lips, the warmth of you pressing into him, and all the walls he’d built up, all the reasons he’d given himself to push you away, disappeared. 

Your hands found their way to his chest, fingers gripping the fabric of his old shirt like you didn’t want to let go, and that did something to him. Made him feel more alive than he had in a long time. Every time he kissed you, it was like he was drowning in you, like nothing else mattered except for this — your lips, your skin, the way your body pressed against his.

He pulled away, just for a second, eyes wide and breathing heavy, like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

He looked at you, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and wet from the kiss, and damn, you looked beautiful. More beautiful than he ever let himself admit before.

But then you smiled, that same heart-shattering smile, and it was like you were pulling him back in, “You don’t have to be afraid,” you whispered.

“I’m not…” he started, but even he didn’t believe it. Because he was. He was terrified as hell of this, of you, of the way you made him feel like he wasn’t a complete mess. But before he could say more, you kissed him again, and this time, he didn’t hold back.

He didn’t think about what he should or shouldn’t be doing, didn’t overanalyze the way his hands moved from your waist to your back, pulling you closer until there wasn’t any space left between you. You melted into him, your body warm and soft, like you belonged there and he felt like he was burning up from the inside out.

His hands roamed, exploring, memorizing the curve of your waist, the way your body fit so perfectly against his. Every little sound you made, every breathless gasp, made him feel like he was on fire.

You broke apart again, both of you panting, and he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.

“This is crazy,” he muttered, his voice all shaky.

You giggled, the sound making his chest tighten in the best way.

“Maybe. But I don’t care.”

He opened his eyes, staring into yours, and he knew you meant it.

You didn’t care about the Kook vs. Pogue thing, about the stupid rules that had been drilled into them from birth. You just cared about him. He didn’t know how to let himself want something good, something real. But he wanted you. God, did he want you.

From that night on, everything changed. 

You started seeing each other in secret, meeting up when your parents were out of town or sneaking off to some hidden spot by the beach at night where no one would find you. Every time he saw you, it was like a high he couldn’t get enough of. You’d kiss, talk, hold each other like you were the only two people in the world, and he’d forget about all the shit in his life. Forget about the fact that he was supposed to be a screw-up who didn’t deserve someone like you.

You sat side by side at the dock, feet dangling just above the water, the tips of your shoes barely touching the surface. Something was calming about the sound of the gentle waves lapping against the dock, the world feeling small and distant for once, like it was just the two of you.

He leaned back on his hands, staring out at the horizon, not saying much. He’d been quiet today, more so than usual. You nudged him lightly with your shoulder.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

He snorted, shaking his head slightly. “You don’t want ‘em. They’re not worth much.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him again. “C’mon. You’ve been quiet all day. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He hesitated, glancing down at the water, his fingers curling into the wood of the dock. He was biting back whatever was eating at him. He wasn’t the type to open up easily, you knew that, but he wanted to, for you. You wanted to know him, all of him, not just the fake exterior he put up for everyone else to see.

“You ever think about… like, how different your life would be if shit didn’t go so sideways?” he asked, his voice low, almost like he wasn’t sure he wanted to say it out loud.

You frowned, turning to face him, “What do you mean?”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, running a hand through his hair.

“My mom, she… she used to date these losers. Real pieces of shit, y’know? Guys who’d roll through, thinking they owned the place, treating me like I was some kind of burden just because I was around.”

It wasn’t easy for him to say it, but he was doing it anyway, like the words had been stuck inside him for years.

“She didn’t really care what they did. As long as they paid for her booze, she was cool with whatever. They’d knock me around sometimes, tell me I wasn’t worth shit. But she never did anything about it.” He paused, swallowing hard, his gaze fixed on the water because he couldn’t look at you. “One of ‘em got real bad. Fucker hit me so hard one night, I thought I was gonna pass out. And when I told her… she didn’t care. Told me I was a liar. Said I probably deserved it.”

“Rafe…” you whispered, reaching out to take his hand. He didn’t pull away this time, just let you hold it, his fingers squeezing yours a little too tightly.

“I tried to stick it out,” he continued, his voice quieter now. “Tried to stay for as long as I could. But one day, she kicked me out. Told me I was too much trouble, and she didn’t need me around anymore.” He laughed, but it was hollow, bitter. “I guess I wasn’t worth the space I took up.”

You were quiet. He liked that about you, that you didn’t try and get his thoughts out of his head, just let him do his thing, on his own time. There was nothing that could make up for the kind of pain he’d been through. You just squeezed his hand tighter, and he just knew you wished you could take some weight off his shoulders.

“That’s why you were in that house?” You brushed your lips against his shoulder.

“Yeah.”

It was hard for him to talk about this stuff. Hell, it was hard for him to talk at all when it came to anything real. You just sat there, holding his hand, being there. That was what made you different. Most people didn’t wait for him. They’d get frustrated, give up, move on.

You just... stayed. And that scared him almost as much as it comforted him.

“You didn’t deserve that.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter. Deserve’s got nothin’ to do with it.”

You shifted closer, your knees touching his now. “It matters to me.”

He didn’t understand how you could look at him like that, like he was worth something.

“You knew my name.”

You nodded, “You delivered fresh seafood to the house once.”

His eyes nearly popped out from their sockets, “I was fourteen.”

“Yeah?”

“And you remembered that?”

Your brows shot up like he’d said the dumbest thing ever. “Obviously.”

His breath caught, and before he could stop himself, he reached out, pulling you into his lap. His hands found your waist, desperate, almost frantic, holding onto you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

"You shouldn’t—" he started, but the words died on his lips because you were already kissing him, and it was like everything stopped. The world, his thoughts, all the shit that weighed him down. It was just you, your lips, the way your hands tangled in his hair, and the soft sounds you made against his mouth.

He kissed you harder, more urgently, like he was trying to prove something to himself — that he could have this, that he could deserve this. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. His lips moved against yours and he felt like he was falling apart and putting himself back together all at once.

When he pulled back, just enough to look at you, his chest was heaving, and you were looking at him with that same softness that made his stomach twist.

"How—How the hell did I get this lucky?" His voice cracked, just a little. He hadn’t meant to say it, but the words spilled out anyway. 

You smiled, brushing your thumb across his cheek, and he realized then that his face was wet. He hadn’t even noticed the tears slipping down, hadn’t noticed the way he was trembling.

"You deserve this" you whispered. 

That was it.

That was the breaking point. A choked sob escaped him, and before he could stop himself, he crashed his lips against yours again, kissing you so hard it hurt, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t get enough of you, couldn’t hold back the way he felt like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment. For you.

His hands cupped your face, fingers trembling as he kissed you again and again, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he stopped. 

And as his tears mixed with your kiss, he realized that for the first time in his life, he wasn’t running.

He wasn’t pushing you away. He was falling, hard and fast, and he didn’t care. Because for once, he was exactly where he wanted to be.

[muldermuse]

An Unlikely Hero (ex boyfriend!Billy Butcher x reader)

this is going to be a multi part series!!! i love exboyfriend!butcher and he is on my mind constantly. if u would like to read more about him here’s some more posts! if you wanna talk about him pls send me your thoughts ❤️ dividers by @saradika ❤️

part one: the first date

OR

the first time you meet Billy Butcher

You swore to yourself that this was the last Tinder date you’d subject yourself to. Last week, you matched and met with Jack who had a Homelander sleeve tattoo and cried to you about how hard it was to be a ‘true American’ nowadays.  The week before that, it was Shay who seemed sweet but kept trying to ply you with drinks and invite you back to his place (he bragged that his ‘folks were out of town’, which would be impressive if you were a hell of a lot younger than you actually are). This week’s date is named Harry and he’s just not right for you. You thought it over texts but as soon as you sat down with him tonight; it was confirmed. It’s not even like you have a great previous relationship as a point for comparison, all romantic love has been fleeting and, with how things are going currently, you imagine it always will be.

It's a few hours later and Harry’s suddenly a lot drunker than you. You’ve moved from the overpriced restaurant to your favourite bar. The drinks are questionable in that they’re both incredibly cheap and very strong. You grab two stools at the bar which is overwise empty, apart from one man nursing a whiskey. You’re sure Harry’s drunker than you because he’s currently sobbing into his craft beer about how he hasn’t felt a connection with anyone since his ex-girlfriend, who left him 3 months ago for a co-worker.

“Like, you’re nice y’know. You seem like a nice girl” you try not to recoil at the phrase “but my ex? She was great. There’s no one else who’s ev-hic-ever been like her and there never will be”. The guy sat next to you at the bar mutters a “fuckin’ ell” under his breath as he gestures towards the bartender for another neat whiskey. His accent is completely out of place in this local dive bar; he sounds European. No trace of an american accent so you consider that he could be a tourist who’s wandered into a bar looking for a cold drink and some respite.

You try not to smirk at the utterance and tune back into what Harry’s saying, “I think we’ve both just gone through the motions tonight, don’t you agree? I can tell you’re not really into me and to be honest, I’m not into you”. You kind of admire his candor because he’s right, you’re not into him in the slightest but the next thing out of his mouth quickly dispels any misplaced respect you held for him. “I’ve been real lonely since she left though…maybe you could come back to my place-hic-she’s uh…some of her stuff is still there but there’s not a lot of it in the bedroom”. He’s that plastered that what he assumed would be a casual hand slide up your thigh becomes a full push, hurtling you into the whiskey sipping man next to you. You fall into his chest, it’s strong and kind of feels like slamming into a wall. 

“Right, tha’s fuckin’ it” the potential tourist speaks and it’s only when he stands up that you realise how broad he is. He’s tall with thick black hair and the beard to match. His outfit is seemingly prepared for a spectrum of weathers with a Hawaiian shirt clashing with a thick overcoat. He’s older than you, definitely older but absolutely attractive. More attractive than anyone you’d seen on Tinder or, probably, ever in your life. “You alright there darlin’?” his dark eyes bore into yours as you nod and cough out a meek ‘yes’. You silently curse yourself, the first thing you say to this strong man makes you sound like a small frightened mouse.

“’M jus’ gonna get rid of your little pal there and then I’ll buy ya a drink- alright?” his hand rubs your bare arm and sends a flurry of goosebumps across your skin. The whole interaction feels more charged than anything you’ve had before with another human, you wonder if he’s feeling it too and pray that he is.

“Oh nice one man, I’ll have uh…another craft” Harry gestures towards the tap, completely oblivious to the situation in front of him

“All you’re fuckin’ gettin’ cunt is a helpin’ hand out that fuckin’ door. Now, I’ll ask ya politely one last fuckin’ time…fuck off” he elongates the 3 letter word. A comically confused look spreads across Harry’s face. “’M on a fucking date here man and she’s coming back to mine, aren’t you?”

“No” you quickly deadpan, shaking your head at the still unnamed man.

“There’s your answer then cunt, off ya fuck” 

“Butcher- no fuckin’ blood on my bar this time man” the bartender shouts whilst idly checking his phone. Butcher? Is that the guy’s name? 

Harry stands up, pushing out his chest which, if anything, only exaggerates how small he is in comparison. “I’ve bought her meal, paid for her drink and I’m go-hic-gonna take her back to my place and fuck her”. He finishes his sentence in Butcher’s face. Whilst you see a flicker of fear cross Harry’s expression; Butcher’s look borders on hysterical. 

“Alright then big fella, I’ll tell ya what’s gonna happen” he slams his hand down on Harry’s shoulder, his eyes now boring into his. “You’re gonna fuck off back to your shitty little home, grab some lube, cry and wank to ya heart’s content about your ex who is probably ridin’ some big fat fuckin’ dick right now-yeah?” Butcher nods as if Harry’s going to agree with him.

Your date goes to interrupt but Butcher presses a finger to his quaking lips before he can start, “what’s not gonna happen, my sad little mate, is that you’re going to fuck her. She’s hadta listen to your fuckin’ whinin’ about your ex all night whilst you’ve fuckin’ insulted this gorgeous woman. So, get out before I throw ya through the fuckin’ window”. Harry’s lost for words, he doesn’t make eye contact with you as you stand silently behind Butcher. You see tears brimming in his eyes as he smacks $20 on the bar top. 

“Fuckin’ old asshole” Harry spits as he shoves past the pair of you.

Butcher smirks at the remark, watching the door swing shut behind Harry before turning to you. “Right darlin’, whatcha havin’?” 

It’s the best date you’ve ever been on and it’s not even a real date. You finally got his full name. Billy Butcher. Your heart races just to say it. He’s from London but has been in the States for a while. He asks all about you and you surprisingly find you’ve got a lot in common. He’s funny, charming and really fucking exciting- you have to admit. By the third drink, the chat goes from conversational to more flirty. 

“The bartender said ‘this time’, do you do this a lot? Love saving a damsel in distress? Are you a hero, Billy Butcher?” you smirk at him and he returns it back to you. There’s lust in his eyes and you see him take your appearance in for what feels like the upteenth time since you sat down.

As he goes to speak, the bell rings for last orders and he takes your hand to help you off the bar stool. You down the remnants of your drink together and he puts his arm around you and escorts you out of the bar.

You don’t want it to end, he lights a cigarette and you thank any higher deity for the extra thinking seconds it gives you. He speaks before you get chance, “Will ya let me walk you home darlin’? Swear on my mum’s life I won’t try any funny business”. He holds his hand out like he’s making a scouts honour. Honestly, you do anything to spend a bit more time with him so you smile, link your arm with his and pull him down the quiet streets.

The air makes you feel drunker than you are. If you were sober, there is no way you’d be giggling like a school girl at everything this man is saying, yet here you are. Your arms are linked and you’re resting your head on his shoulders as you tell him about your horrific dating history. Everytime he laughs and accuses you of exaggerating you say, “Billy Butcher, I would never ever lie to you”. You say it because his name feels so fun sliding off your tongue. You barely see anyone on your walk home and the sound of your shared laughter fills the empty streets.

As you turn down your street, you wish you lived miles away so you could keep walking together for hours. Your stomach drops at the thought that you’ll never see him again. Which, you completely realise, is fucking stupid. This stranger threatened your date to leave but he also made you feel safe and laugh harder than you have in months. You pull his stride to a stop outside your house. It feels like some awful hallmark romcom or trashy romance novel.

You thank him for escorting you home and he turns down a nightcap in your house as “it’s not gentlemanly on the first date”. He shoots you a wicked grin again as he says, “my mum would be spinnin’ in her grave darlin’”.

You try not to let the heartbreak from that sentence show on your expression. “You’re a gentleman, Billy Butcher?”

“The best one around darlin’. I’ll prove it tomorrow when I take ya out for lunch”

A brief flare of anger hits you, “yeah, I hear that all the fucking time. The lunch never happens, I don’t see you again but then we bump into each other at the store and you apologise and say you’ll be in touch which, of course, you never will be”. You regret it as soon as you stop speaking.

Before you can apologise, he grabs a sharpie out of his coat pocket, takes your hand and scribbles down his number. “There, alright? You call me at any time gorgeous and I swear, I’ll fuckin’ answer and come runnin’”

His kiss to your cheek is soft yet restrained. “You’ll forget about me Billy Butcher, I know it”.

“S’not fuckin’ possible, darlin’”. He says goodnight and walks down your street. A plume of cigarette smoke trailing after him.

He keeps his word.

40 minutes later, and after one final glass of wine, you call him.

He answers on the first ring and says your name. He tells you where to meet tomorrow and what time to get there.

You hope he can always keep his promises.

[lucy90712]

Hey so for Jude Bellingham can you write like Jude cheating on reader, he is very distant with her and she tries to make plans or asks him things like how has ur day been but he either just gives her blunt replies or just completely ignores her. Reader finds out he cheated on her via his phone and she confronts him and she admits it. Then reader leaves him and moves on with someone else (not a footballer just someone random) and Jude regrets what he has done but it is too late. Like pure angst and please make it long! Thank you!

A/n: the timeline on this doesn’t really work but just ignore that

Part 2

Sitting in a restaurant alone waiting for someone to show up is embarrassing. It's even more embarrassing when people know who your boyfriend is and are very clearly judging you and thinking about what might be going on in your personal life. Then the most embarrassing part of it all is having to leave after sitting there for an hour. 

No text no call and no answer. After getting home from the restaurant I stayed up for as long as possible to try and wait for Jude to come home so I could ask him why he didn't show up to the date he planned and invited me on but by 3am he still wasn't home. The next morning he wasn't in bed but he had clearly been home and then left for training but he still hadn't even read the texts I sent him last night. He did post on his Instagram story which explained where he was, he was at a party with all of his friends. I'd love to say that's the first time he's done this but it isn't in fact he's done it countless times in the last few months. 

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Valentine's Day

Two hours ago I got ready in a cute dress and did my makeup ready to go out to dinner with Jude. He's been so busy recently so we haven't spent much time together but he promised me we'd spend Valentine's Day together, he got us a reservation at my favourite restaurant and told me to dress up. That's exactly what I did now I'm sat here still waiting for him to get home two hours after when he said he'd be home. 

It hurts to be left just waiting I was looking forward to tonight and getting to spend some time together as I've missed having him around. He made this move to Madrid out to be the best thing for us but ever since things just haven't been the same. He's always busy and when he's not he chooses to spend time with his teammates instead which I understand but at the same time he's neglecting me and our relationship. I tried to bring this up but he shut me down and promised to spend more time with me which is how we ended up with this date but clearly it's not that important to him. 

Close to 3 hours later Jude finally came home and looked at me incredibly confused when he saw me all dressed up. 

"Where are you going?" He asked 

"On a date with you remember you said we would go out for dinner because it's Valentine's Day" I said 

"I'm so sorry baby I completely forgot this week has been crazy I promise I'll make it up to you another day but I'm so tired is a movie night instead ok" he said 

"Yeah its ok" I lied 

Birthday 

As always I woke up to an empty bed and Jude having left for training. Today isn't any normal day though it's my birthday so all my friends are coming over and we are going to go out for lunch together then hopefully Jude and I can do something together this evening even if it's just watching something together on the sofa. When I grabbed my phone from my bedside table I had loads of messages from friends and family wishing me a happy birthday and my social media was filled with edits done by Jude's fans which were all so sweet. The only notable missing thing was a text from Jude but that's ok he might've been running late and forgot. 

I forgot about Jude as soon as my friends arrived as they all spoiled me far too much but I had so much fun with them. It was nice to be distracted from real life and stop worrying about when Jude will be home, if he will remember it's my birthday or if he still cares about me at all. Once I got back home Jude's car was already in the driveway so I smiled and happily made my way inside to see him. I wasn't expecting Vini and Eduardo to be over but there they were sat on the sofa playing video games with Jude. 

"Hey y/n happy birthday" Vini said 

"I didn't realise it was your birthday Jude didn't mention it but happy birthday" Eduardo said 

"Thanks guys" I said 

"Where have you been babe?" Jude asked still not saying happy birthday 

"I was with my friends they took me to lunch" I said 

"That sounds fun" Jude said going right back to his game 

His friends tried to leave saying he should spend time with me but he said it was fine and that I wouldn't mind so they stayed. While they all sat down stairs having more fun than I was I did some work with tears streaming down my face. My own boyfriend doesn't care about my birthday his teammates cared more than he did. 

Anniversary 

"Happy anniversary love" I said when I found Jude in the kitchen this morning 

"Happy anniversary" he said 

I tried to give him a kiss but he dodged it and went to start packing his things as he has an away game later today so he's leaving soon. 

"I'm sorry baby I've got to go I'll see you later though" he said as he left leaving me all alone yet again 

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Today is a day I always like to forget. Both of my parents died in a car accident two years ago today so it's always an emotional day for me and my siblings, we would like to spend it together to distract ourselves but as I'm in Madrid we can't do that. Instead my friends invited themselves over so that I'd have someone with me which made me feel so much better. They came over early so early that Jude was still here as he hadn't left for training yet. He was doing his own thing as the girls all sat with me and let me get out all my emotions now by telling them memories I have with my parents. 

"You know they'd be so proud of you" one of my friends said 

"I just wish they were here to see all the things me and my siblings have done all thanks to their constant encouragement" I sniffled tears still falling down my face 

"Why are you crying babe?" Jude asked as he walked down the stairs 

"Just thinking about my parents it's the anniversary of their death so I'm just a bit emotional" I said 

"I'm glad the girls are here to make you feel better then I'll see you later ok" he said 

With that he left and my friends all looked at me with an expression I didn't quite understand.

"How long has he been like that?" My best friend asked 

"Like what" I questioned 

"Like you don't matter he didn't even hug you before he left even after you told him why you were upset which he should know anyway dates like this are important for partners to remember" she said 

"I mean it's been a good few months he missed our Valentine's Day dinner he didn't wish me a happy birthday until like 5pm and we didn't do anything on our anniversary" I said finally thinking about how badly he's been treating me

"Girl he doesn't deserve you he's taking you for granted and you don't deserve that" one of the girls said 

"I hate to say this but you need to break up with him clearly he's given up on your relationship and now I might be wrong but wrong but it seems to me like he's found someone else" another said

They were right for months now I've been at the bottom of his priority list and he's nowhere near the Jude I used to know and love. There is no affection there anymore it's like the love we once had is gone. He also has definitely been distant and he's never home so there is a possibility that he could be cheating on me. That's a thought that I'd put in the back of my mind and didn't want to think about but now that someone else that has mentioned it I can't let the thought go. Whether he's cheating or not things definitely aren't how they used to be and I need to get out of this relationship before it's too late. The girls all offered their support and said I can stay with them for as long as I need which gave me the confidence to actually talk to Jude later today. 

When Jude arrived home all the girls left and they wished me good luck which I definitely need as I'm nervous to actually have this conversation even though it needs to be done. Jude went straight to get in the shower so I decided to look at his phone because he told me the password but I have never used it as I trusted him at least until now. It took just seconds of looking for me to find texts between him and this one girl who he had clearly been seeing for months now. He kept saying he would break up with me but the time wasn't right yet and that he wasn't in love with me anymore which hurt to see. I wanted to cry but I held back my tears and instead just sent myself screenshots of everything and then deleted the evidence so he wouldn't know that I knew. 

After his shower Jude took ages to come back downstairs but when he finally did he was looking at his phone and smiling it made me wonder if he was talking to her the girl he'd apparently fallen for. He quickly noticed me staring at him and he just stared back not having a clue what was going on. 

"Jude we need to talk" I said 

"Oh ok is everything alright?" He asked 

"I'm just gong to say it I know what you've been doing and don't lie to me I have screenshots I just want to know when you fell out of love and why you did this instead of just ending things" I said barely holding back tears 

"I don't know it all just happened I'm sorry I should've handled this better I didn't want to hurt you but clearly I haven't done a good job of that" he said 

"Yeah you really have hurt me I should've known when you forgot about our valentines reservations but I was foolish and believed that you were just busy now I know you were with another girl" I said 

"I'm sorry" he said 

"I don't believe you Jude if you were sorry you wouldn't have let this go on for so long it's safe to say we are over I wish you well but please don't try and contact me again I need to just move on" I said 

With that I gathered my things and just left. I left my key, the memories and what felt like half my heart but it had to be done I had to get out of there before I got hurt any more. It's time to move on and start a new life with people around me who truly care about me. 

~~~~~~~~~~

1 year later 

"Come on amor let's go" Carlos called from downstairs 

"Coming" I said running down the stairs 

"Oh wow you look gorgeous" Carlos said 

"Thank you you look good too" I said 

He kissed my cheek and grabbed my hand so we could head out to the car that was outside to pick us up. Just a few days ago Carlos won the French open so we are going out to celebrate. I met Carlos not long after I broke up with Jude I wasn't even looking to date but I just happened to meet him on a night out with my friends and we just clicked. He understood that I wasn't ready to date properly but he didn't give up on me so when I was ready we went on a date and the rest is history. My plan definitely wasn't to date another athlete in fact I wanted to just have a normal life and date a normal guy but I couldn't just let Carlos go and I'm glad I didn't. We have been together officially for 6 months now and they have been the best 6 months of my life he always treats me right and he makes it known how much he loves me. 

Carlos has a lot of friends in Madrid so he decided to come here and celebrate his win with me and my friends as well as his before he goes back home to be with his family. There wasn't really any time to prepare anything so we are all just meeting at a club in town that isn't just open to the public so there shouldn't be lots of people there. All our friends were already there when we arrived as we got caught in a bit of traffic but they didn't seem to mind our lateness they congratulated Carlos on his win and we all went inside. 

As we walked down the stairs all my friends turned to me at once and I wondered what was going on for a second until I saw what they had seen. Jude was right there along with a few of his teammates. I haven't seen him since our breakup which is somewhat of a miracle seeing as I still live and work in Madrid and he has become part of the city. I knew one day we'd meet again I was just hoping it wouldn't be in a day like today I don't want to be thinking about him or to talk to him while celebrating Carlos as tonight shouldn't be about me or my past relationship. Carlos knows everything that happened so once he saw Jude his hand reached for mine and he gave it a comforting squeeze which made me feel a little bit better. The thing is I don't miss Jude at all I'm so much happier now but what he did still hurts me so seeing him for the first time since is a bit painful. 

"We can go somewhere else if you want" Carlos said 

"No it's ok tonight is your night plus he shouldn't affect my life now that's the past you are my present and future" I said 

"Ok as long as you're sure but you are sticking by my side all night" he said 

Jude's POV

"Is that y/n?" Vini asked 

Him saying that caught my attention so I looked in the same direction as him and there she was with all her friends and a guy by her side. I recognised the guy as Carlos Alcaraz the tennis player who just won the French open and a the guy y/n has been dating for at least the last few months. I found that out when late at night after we lost a big game I stalked her Instagram and saw a photo of them together on her private account that she forgot to remove me from. Since that night I have kept an eye on her Instagram I usually check it at least once a week to see what she's been doing and how happy she is without me. 

Since the night that she broke up with me I regretted making all the dumb choices I made that led to that point. Within days I broke things off with the other girl I was seeing and I have been alone ever since I just can't bring myself to see anyone else because they aren't y/n. It sounds stupid because I'm the one that ruined everything I'm the reason she's with Carlos and not me but she was the one I just didn't realise how much I loved her until she was gone. My mum has always told me not to take things for granted as once they are gone you'll realise their true value and that's exactly what I did with y/n I didn't realise just how important she was to me until I made some stupid decisions and let her go. 

I watched her with Carlos for a while and she seemed genuinely happy which made me realise that she hadn't been that happy with me for a long while before we broke up. It was clear to see that she loved him and I could tell that he loved her too because he looked at her the way I did when we first got together. It hurt to see her so happy with someone else because I know I could've had that but now I won't get to share any moment like that with her ever again. I deserve everything that has come to me I made bad choices and as much as I regret them now it won't change anything. 

I have to let her go because for her to be happy I need to not be in her life as much as that hurts. They say if you love her let her go and that's what I need to do let the one go because as much as she might've been the one for me I'm not the one for her. 

[hanmaitani]

Not Tellin'

PAIRING - Hinata Shouyou x Reader WC - 2.3K GENRE - smut CW - slight exhibitionism (not rlly but to be safe), recording, fingering, unprotected sex, mentions of drinking SYNOPSIS - you and shoyo have been in a secret relationship, not quite ready to make it public news yet, but when he gets a little hands at a team party it might get out anyways.

“You looked so breathtaking tonight.” You jumped slightly at Shoyo’s sudden presence next to you. You had snuck off to the kitchen to pour yourself another glass of the champagne that the team had taken home from the party earlier in the evening. Most of the team had gone to bed, separated out into the guest rooms of Kiyoomi’s house. Only a few were left in the family room, chatting and still celebrating the team’s win.

You sighed once you realized it was him, and relaxed slightly, a small smile gracing your lips as you glanced down at the nice dress still decorating your frame. “Careful now,” you laughed softly, keeping your voice at a whisper, “someone might hear that and that’s more than just a friendly compliment.” You were teasing but your eyes still glanced at the entrance to the kitchen nervously, hearing the excited chatter from the other room.

Shoyo let out a soft laugh, pressing his side against yours, standing against the counter. You felt him lean down towards you slightly to speak quieter, his eyes wandering down your figure. “Can’t help that my girl looks so fucking gorgeous that I can’t take my eyes off of her.” You shivered as his breath ghosted against your ear, your eyes shutting softly as you tried to keep your wits about you.

“Shoyo…” your tone was warning but your words came out breathy, “you’re the one that wanted a secret. Don’t blow it now.” It wasn’t a lie, you’d started this relationship two months ago. Shoyo was the one who wanted to wait until the season was over to tell the team.

“Fuck secrets.” Shoyo’s lips dipped to brush the skin just behind your ear.

You nearly leaned into it but quickly caught yourself, turning to face him and putting your hand to his chest to keep him at a small distance. “You’re drunk, Sho.” Your eyes fluttered, the warm feeling from the bit of alcohol in you spreading deeper when your gaze fixated on his chest under your spread fingers.

“I’m not,” he mumbled, bending slightly to keep a better look at your face, “just wanna take you home, see how breathtaking you are under that dress too.” His fingers fidgeted with a small section of the fabric on your dress and your breath hitched, the warmth starting to pool between your thighs.

“Yeah?” He nodded his head and you swallowed hard, nodding back. “Yeah…” you breathed, stepping back and setting down your half-full glass, "we should probably leave, before we start a scandal." He smiled as his hand fell on your lower back, leading you towards the kitchen entrance so you could escape the crowd.

“Oh! Shoyo! Y/n!” You jumped a little at the sudden loudness of Shoyo’s teammate, whose body was now blocking your escape.

“Bo-Bokuto! Hi!” You stuttered, suddenly very aware of the weight of Shoyo’s hand on your back.

Kotaro tilted his head slightly, eyes glancing at where you and Shoyo were connected. "Since when were you two this close?" You could feel your boyfriend freeze behind you and you couldn’t say that you were doing much better. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two talk for more than 15 minutes before.”

“Oh! I just, wasn’t feeling well, Sho is helping me find a place to rest.” The lie left your lips before you even processed the thought. You had to stop yourself from externally groaning at the realization that your lie, although quick, ruined the chances of Shoyo and you getting to leave the house.

Kotaro, however, was oblivious to your internal distress as his face dropped in concern. “You don’t feel well?” You opened your mouth to respond but Kotaro’s head snapped towards the kitchen entrance where the sound of Tsumu calling him had caught his attention. “Coming yeah!” Kotaro turned back to the two of you, as he walked backwards out of the kitchen. “Hope you feel better, y/n! Take care of her Shoyo!”

You sighed, tension leaving your body as you watched Kotaro disappear out of sight. “Not feeling well, princess?” Shoyo teased you, chuckling as he leaned to your ear. You scoffed and smacked his chest as you turned to face him. Before you could let out another word, however, Shoyo’s soft grip was on your chin. Your breath hitched at the feeling of warmth his grip provided, the warmth spreading across your face. He lifted your chin gently, tilting your gaze to meet his. His eyes were soft as they looked into yours, glazed over in admiration. “I have an idea, follow me baby.”

You followed quietly, nervously glancing over your shoulder every couple seconds as Shoyo led you to a quieter place in the house. Where the majority of the team had already laid down for sleep. He easily dragged you into the bedroom at the end of the hall and shut the door. You opened your mouth to question him but were quickly silenced as he pressed his lips against yours, reaching behind himself to lock the door as he did so.

You felt Shoyo’s hand slip down your arm and his fingers wrap around the phone in your hand. You jerked away and tried to keep your phone out of the way but he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you with him to the bed. “Quit it Sho!” You tried to stay serious, whisper-yelling the words but couldn’t help the giggle that left you as he finally snatched it and stepped away from you. “He-hey!” You jumped towards him trying to snatch your phone out of his hand as he easily moved behind you, arm around your waist and keeping it out of reach. "Give me back my phone!" He laughed quietly, pinning your back to his chest and you tried to ignore the heat coming off him. “Shoyo! My phone!”

“Shh.” He hushed you and propped your phone up on the dresser in front of the bed, swiping open the camera. “Want to-” he chuckled softly, falling to sit onto the bed “-come here-” he dragged you down to sit in his lap, keeping you facing away from him, "get this on camera. I want you to save it for later."

“What?” You turned your head to try and face him, but he wasn’t looking at your face, focused instead on his own hands that were smoothing your dress down your thighs. “Get what on camera?” Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, too focused on trying to get his attention on what you were saying to pay much attention to the way he spread your legs open, hooking them over his own. “Shoy-oh!” You gasped as his fingers dipped under the fabric of your panties, swiping through the already gathered wetness.

“Quiet now if you want to stay a secret.” Shoyo’s voice was full of amusement. You could feel his smirk as he pressed the pads of his fingers into your wetness before dragging them up to circle your clit. He let out a breathy chuckle against the back of your ear when you bit your lip to quiet a few whimpers. “Listen to how pretty you sound.” He tilted his fingers at a different angle so you could hear the lewd squelching sound of them thrusting into you.

You whined at the way he spread you for the camera, hiking your dress up higher on your hips to give the camera and himself a better view of the way his fingers sunk into you. You whimpered shakily when two of his fingers found themselves fully buried in you and spreading so he could hear the noises catch in your throat.

“Sh-Shoyo.” You stuttered out, eyes squeezing shut as you focused on the way his fingers moved inside of you. “Give-give me more.” You requested, hips grinding down into his hand as your head fell back against his shoulder.

“More of-” He circled his thumb around your clit and chuckled when you let out a high pitched gasp.

You whined then, opening your eyes to try to look into his from your position against his shoulders. “No. More than your fingers.”

He chuckled, his other hand coming down to mess with the band of your panties, tugging it down slightly, teasingly. “Want my mouth?”

You groaned and shook your head adamantly. “Stop messing around. Want you inside me.” You watched his mouth open and knew what he was gonna say so you quickly clarified yourself. “Want your cock please.”

“Well when you ask so nicely.” He lifted your hips up to slide your panties off as you rolled your eyes.

“Shut. Up.” You groaned, but complied, moving how he wanted you to as he lined himself up with your wetness. “God-ah.” His hands pulled your hips down quickly, and you interrupted yourself with a small shriek.

Shoyo was quick to start thrusting up into you, careful to keep your legs spread open over his. You tried to catch your lip to bite into it and quiet yourself, but with Shoyo being so steadfast with his thrusts and pace, you couldn’t stop the volume of your whimpers rising more.

“Getting kind of loud baby, there’s people sleeping.” Shoyo’s tease reminded you that there were people in the surrounding rooms. Your face flushed hot as you tried to ignore the way your core was twisting.

“Shu-shut up Shoyo.” You whined, turning your head to hide against his neck. “I’m-fuck-I’m trying.” You gasped and whimpered. You let out a louder moan and immediately busied your lips with the skin where his neck met his shoulder.

“You know…” He chuckled as he delivered another strong thrust, pulling another moan from you as his fingers dipped back to circle around your clit. "Your moans will wake everyone up and I’m oddly fine with that."

“Shoyo, ca-ca-can’t.” Your whisper was shaky and breathy as you reached your hands up and behind you to tangle them up in his hair. “Gon-gonna-ah!”

“Shh, shh, yeah. I got you.” Shoyo mumbled, completely entranced with watching you come apart on his lap. “Fuck feel so good baby.” His head dropped forward slightly, trying to catch better sight of how your body moved on top of his thanks to his guidance. You whined and your back arched off his chest, your head staying on his shoulder. He marveled at the way your mouth went slack, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as he picked up the pace of his fingers on your clit. “There you go baby, fuck look so pretty like that.” You whined again at the praise, losing yourself in the overwhelming sensations of him, nearly forgetting where you were.

“Look at the camera baby.” Shoyo’s head nudged yours and it took all of your energy to open your eyes and lift your head enough to catch a glimpse of yourselves in the camera set up for you. You whimpered slightly at how disheveled you looked like this. Your dress hiked up to your waist and your hair messy from your head thrashing around on your boyfriend’s shoulder. “So fucking good like that.” Shoyo’s thrusts and fingers, mixed with his praising words and the way you looked in the camera sent you tumbling over the edge. Shoyo anticipated your inability to be quiet, tilting forward and catching your lips with his, swallowing your whines and moans as you fell apart.

You both continued to kiss for a moment, both of your chests heaving as he lifted you up enough to slip out of you. He rubbed soft circles across your skin, pressing small kisses along your jaw as you tilted your head back against his shoulder, panting to catch your breath. “They’re gonna miss us soon.” He mumbled into your skin.

You could hear the regret you were feeling about keeping this relationship a secret seeping into Shoyo’s voice. “Yeah, yeah should probably go back.” You sighed and slipped yourself off Shoyo’s lap, legs shaky as you made your way over to where your phone was still recording. “You should go first.”

Shoyo hummed in acknowledgement, nodding along as he stood, readjusting his pants, thankful that the material hid the now damp patch from you on the front of his pants. “Okay baby.” He pressed a soft kiss to your temple before walking towards the door. You found it almost comical the way he leaned out slowly first, flipping his head from one way to the other to check the hall before turning back to shoot you a thumbs up as he left.

You waited a whole minute before slipping out of the room yourself, still smoothing down your dress as you passed Atsumu in the hall, offering him nothing but a small nod as you did. You’d almost made it completely down the hallway when you were stopped.

“Hey, y/n!” Atsumu’s voice called your attention, a whisper-yell that had you back-tracking down the hallway to him.

“What do you need, Tsum?” You asked quietly, nervously glancing around, trying to keep your legs from shaking and to keep your breathing even.

Atsumu chuckled slightly and dangled a small piece of fabric in front of him by a single finger. "I think you lost your underwear somewhere." You gasped in horror, realizing then that he’d decided to step into the room you and Shoyo had just left. You snatched the fabric from him quickly and opened your mouth to warn him but he cut you off. “No worry, I’m not tellin’.” He laughed lightly again, shaking his head and disappearing back into the room, shutting the door before you had the chance to reply.

a/n tsumu is 100% telling later

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[multifariousqueer]

Can you write Miles 42 being like really super duper protective and like controls her, he doesn’t let her go out by herself and stuff like that and is like always watching her. They argue about his over protectiveness but he could care less

Ofc babes!!!

warnings: toxic behaivor, miles being annoying, angst, references to robbery and murder, strong language, INCREDIBLY TOXIC BEHAVIOR!!!!!!, brief mention of drinking, lmk if I missed one or two

A/n: Send more miles 42 reqs pls

730 days. Thats how long you were with this man. Thats how long it's been since you got leave the house alone. Miles was very overprotective since his dad died and he saw the world for what it was. Evil and it was filled with nothing but scum. Miles determined that this world wasn't good enough for you and you needed to be "protected" and kept away from this disgraceful universe. So, he took it upon himself to protect the only two things that mattered to him, you and his mom and he did a good job at it.

Miles would walk you to school, work, home and if you needed something, he would be the one to get it for you:

"Miles baby, I can get it myself; its right outside." you pleaded.

"Nah, Mami. I don't want you outside by yourself. People are fucked up and they will hurt you." He said stoically.

"But-" you started

"Cállate, Y/n. Before I make you” he said, stepping closer

You knew Miles well and you knew to stop pressing because he would just shut down and you hated when he shut down. Miles would just put his hand on his braids and kick something before giving you the same speech:

“Y/n you saw what they did to my father, do you want that to happen to you too? Because if I let you go out by yourself, you’re at risk for that to happen and if it does or if anything or anyone touches you, I will kill them; and that’s a promise, Mami. I will kill anyone that lays a finger on you and not bat an eye. Don’t fuck with me, y/n. Stay close. Let me protect you and we will be good. Aight?"

“okay.” you would say. Miles had a way of making you seem two inches tall in these situations.

You never left his side. For two years, he would watch your every move(he put small cameras in your home. You didn’t notice until three months ago); he would take you shopping but never posted about you just in case a villain would use try to use you as his weakness(because lets face it, you’re his weakness), he would kiss you and be sweet in private but he would act hard when anyone else was around.

It was a cold winter’s day when you decided you had had enough. Your friend y/f/n(your friends name) had invited you out to a party. You had never been to one because of Miles but you decided enough was enough and you were gonna go. So you slipped on a small dress, cute heels and a jacket that made your tits look nice and left:

“I’ll be home soon!” You told your parent

“Okay, y/n. Tell Miles I said hi” they exclaimed

“Okay!” You shouted back. They knew how overprotective Miles was but they knew he was a good person overall so they left it alone.

As you walked to hail a taxi, you felt your phone vibrate:

Miles: Wanna go out?

You: No it’s okay, imma just stay in for tonight

Miles: Nah fr. Let me take you out

You looked down and debated answering the text, but ultimately decided not to. You got in the taxi and went to the party when you saw a shadow dash across the roof.

You walked into the party and greeted your friend:

“GIRL OMG YOU LOOK SO GOOD. WHERE’S MILES?” They shouted over the loud music

“He’s not here, it’s just me. Let’s go grab a drink!” You replied

“Oh Okay!!” Your friend said

As you were walking over, you could’ve sworn you saw a man that looked exactly like your boyfriend but he vanished when a man walked past. You brushed it off and grabbed a cup of jungle juice and went to dance. You grinded against your friend who caught it during the beat drop. You were having the time of your life until you checked your phone:

Miles: I know where you are, y/n. Come home or I’m coming there.

Miles: I should’ve known you’d lie to me. You’ve been acting real shady lately, wanting to go out and shit. Just wait till you get home, we’re gonna address this shit immediately.

Miles: I see you

Miles: Stop ignoring me, y/n. You know you fucked up

Miles: Imagine wearing the chrome heart necklace I got you while dancing like a slut on your friend

Your stomach dropped as you surveyed your surroundings, looking for a sign of him. When you couldn’t see him, you hailed a taxi and went home.

You fidgeted and fiddled the whole way home. The driver looked in his rear view mirror at you:

“You good, Mami?"

The name sent shivers up your spine as it was your boyfriends name for you.

“Oh! I’m fine, just cold haha” you laughed it off

The driver turned on the heat and sooner or later you were home.

You approached your doorstep and went to your room. Your parent was asleep and you walked in your room, thinking his threat was empty, until you went to shower and saw him behind the door:

“MILES” you screamed both in shock and horror

“Y/n.” he said, closing the door, encapsulating you both in the small room together

“I’m so sorry-“ you started

“you should be. What did I tell you, y/n? I do all of this shit for your safety but you continue to fight me and pull these stunts” Miles lectured as he closed in on you. Your height difference becoming more and more apparent

“Stunts? Fight? Miles I have been nothing but obedient to you which I shouldn’t even have to do if you treated me like a person instead of an object. That’s all I am to you isn’t it? An object. A doll. Just something you don’t want other people to have or see?” you argued

But your pleas and your confessions meant nothing to the man. He simply looked at you and said:

“yeah, actually.”

“what?” you said

“You are an object to me, you’re something I have to protect otherwise the world will take you from me like they did him.” Miles said, as stoic as ever

“STOP USING YOUR DAD AS LEVERAGE IN THIS, MILES. THIS ISN’T ABOUT HIM, ITS ABOUT YOU AND ME AND IF YOURE JUST GONNA KEEP TREATING ME THIS WAY, I’LL FIND SOMEONE ELSE.” You shouted, exasperated and on the verge of tears.

“do it, y/n. I dare you to find someone who will care for you and spoil you as much as I do.” Miles said, briefly breaking his nonchalant nature

“Fine I will!” you said reaching for the doorknob.

You left and put on clothes as you made him leave.

“You’ll be back.” Miles said, nonchalantly

“Fuck you, Miles Morales.” you said

It had been a week and you were sulking and debating getting back with the man when your family and friends told you were doing the right thing:

“I’m glad you left him, y/n. I heard he’s the prowler.” Your parent said

“Yeah I’m glad I left too.” you mumbled

As you were enjoying your fifth night of freedom, you saw a woman get mugged on the street:

“GIVE ME YOUR PURSE NOW LADY” The masked man shouted

The woman did as told and the man escaped but not before looking at you and running in your direction. With Miles, that man would’ve never even had the though to look at you.

You ran as fast as you could until you lost him in an alley behind your apartment. You decided you missed him too much and he was right so you pulled out your phone:

You: Miles you were right. I’m so sorry

Miles: typing...

Miles: its okay, I knew you’d find out soon enough; so what happened, Mami?

You: Some mugger saw me and charged at me and he had a knife

Miles: What did he look like

You: Beanie, knife, blue shirt and black pants

seen

You went home and went to sleep. The next morning you heard the news blaring in the house, along with the smell of bacon wafting through the house

“What happened?” you asked

“some mugger got killed.” your parent said

You had a stinging sensation in your gut and prayed that it wasn’t what it looked like when you heard the woman on the TV:

“It seemed like there were claw marks In his chest and he had been blasted with a ray gun."

Oh God...

You went to text Miles when you saw his text:

“You don’t gotta worry about that guy anymore, Mami. I’ll be at your house at 10.”

[staar5384]

champange problems

neuvillette x gn!reader

hurt/no comfort, they/them pronouns, light cursing

this is slightly based off of the song champagne problems by taylor swift🫶🏼

might consider a pt. 2 if people are interested:)

The Opera Epiclese was beautifully decorated from top to bottom. Assortments of Rainbow Roses adorned the hallways, Lumidose Bells hung like vines from the pillars. Stunning satin and silk tapestries dressed the walls in different shades of blue and purple.

Everyone there could tell something was going to happen, though no one knew what. 

When the people of Fontaine received their invitations to the event, it did not state the reasoning for it. It was presented as a formal ball. People were expected to dress and act appropriately, and it was not a place for children.

As the guests arrived, they could see Chief Justice Neuvillette and the Hydro Archon Furina were sitting in the front row of the courthouse. They were chatting, glancing out at the crowd periodically, as if looking for someone.

Then you walked in. 

Neuvillette arose from his seat and walked down to greet you. You smiled at your boyfriend, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” He said, grasping your hand as he brought you toward the seats he and Furina were sat in.

“I’m glad I could make it too! Everything here looks absolutely gorgeous,” You replied, following him.

Furina greeted you with a smile and a wave before moving from her seat to somewhere backstage.

“So what is this grand party for, hmm?”.

“Oh you’ll see soon enough my love,” He kissed your hand. “Just enjoy the atmosphere and the music. The Melusines should come around soon with refreshments, and the band is about to play.”

You nodded, leaning back into your chair and taking a deep breath. It was nice to have a moment to relax and enjoy yourself. You very rarely got that anymore thanks to your constant traveling, but the work was so fulfilling.

Just as Neuvillette said, the Melusines came out carrying trays of various drinks. One of them stopped in front of you two, two glasses of sparkling champagne was presented. “Just as you requested, Monsieur!” She said excitedly.

Neuvillette grabbed both the glasses, handing one over to you, “Thank you very much,” He smiled as she skipped away.

“This is different from the other drinks,” You gave him a smirk. “Was this requested specifically for me?” You had always been a fan of champagne, more than wine which tended to be the people’s preferred drink of choice.

“How could we throw a party without having everything my beautiful partner desires?” He kissed your temple with a gentle smile on his face.

You returned his smile and sipped the drink, “You also opted for champagne I see.”

“Ahh, I figured I could try to enjoy your favorite drink for a change.”

Neuvillette had never cared for champagne, he made that abundantly clear when you two began dating, but when he saw your face light up at the thought of him sharing your drink of choice, he knew it would all be worth it.

The two of you chatted for a while, catching up on how things have been on both your ends. You had recently returned from a trip to Inazuma, a country you had longed to visit for a while. You were given a commission there, and left about a month ago. You had only returned the day prior.

Neuvillette recounted many trials to you, one in particular standing out. He talked about Fatui Harbinger, Childe, a man you had met once before in Liyue when you were there for the Rite of Descension.

“Ahh I know Childe,” You commented. “We crossed paths briefly a few months ago. He almost sank the entirety of Liyue Harbor.”

“Oh?” Neuvillette raised his brow. “And how have I not heard about this?”

You giggled, “I forgot to be honest. It was so insignificant for me at the time. I left the Harbor only a few hours before to visit some of the ruins. Who would have thought that someone would try to wipe out the nation’s biggest city?”

Neuvillette chuckled, his eyes sparkling, “You tell me the most fascinating stories. I hope someday I can give you a memory as fun and beautiful as the ones you make.” 

You felt your face heat up, “You’re such a flirt, Neuvillette.”

“Only for you darling.”

The band on stage began their show, the audience around them silencing. You glanced over and realized Furina had not returned to her seat.

Neuvillette placed his glass aside and rose from his seat. He planted a kiss on the top of your head, “Excuse me a moment.”

“But the music just started. You’ll miss it.”

“No worries dear, I’ll be back,” He took his leave, walking out the back doors.

You sighed, focusing your attention on the orchestral display in front of you. Just as you expected, the music was beautiful, as was everything else in the Opera Epliclese. If only you knew what the true reasoning behind this was.

Moments passed and both Neuvillette and Furina had yet to return. You contemplated searching for them both, but stopped when Furina walked up on stage.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen! It is quite the honor to be here tonight as we have such a lovely occasion to be celebrating!”

Whispers and murmurs flooded over the crowd. What could they possibly be trying to celebrate?

“Now, I know you all must be very confused. ‘Oh great Hydro Archon Focalors.’” You rolled your eyes. “What could we possibly be celebrating!’ I can hear your gears turning, and I can promise you this is an occasion none shall forget!”

From stage left, Neuvillette walked on. He almost looked nervous as he approached the front of the stage. Furina handed him the microphone and winked before hopping off to the side.

“Umm,” He spoke softly. “This isn’t really quite my thing, speaking about emotions and feelings and such, especially in front of a crowded room like this, but I believe this is something that should be shared,” His throat bobbed, his eyes flicking across the audience. “Emotions are not, and never have been, my strong suit. They are complicated, hard to understand, and feeling them is confusing,” He said. “But there is one person who has made these emotions less confusing. When I am around them, I don’t need to try to understand what I’m feeling.”

You knew instantly he was talking about you. The two of you had discussed his inability to comprehend human emotions a few times. You had helped him understand his initial feelings towards you, helped him learn to accept his love and care for you. All of these things he has accomplished was through your help, so he says.

His eyes locked with yours, and he gestured for you to join him on the stage. Hesitantly, you stood and made your way to him. The spotlight was bright and hot, making you sweat almost instantly.

Neuvillette took your hand in his, “I can’t think of anyone I would rather spend my life with.”

Your eyes widened. He was going to propose

He got down onto one knee, pulling out a velvet blue box. He opened it, and the ring inside was stunning. A sparkling blue crystal with a silver band. “My love, will you marry me?”

All eyes were on you at that moment as the audience eagerly awaited your response. You were at a loss for words. You loved Neuvillette, you truly did, but marriage? The thought had never crossed your mind, nor were you even truly ready to get married. You had so many more adventures to go on, so much more to see and do. Marriage would only tie you down and prevent you from experiencing those things. 

Your heart throbbed, an ache filling you that you had never felt before. You stepped away from him, shaking your head with tears in your eyes, “I’m sorry, Neuvillette,” You watched his face drop. “But I can’t accept,” As you finished the sentence you rushed off of the stage and out of the room.

Neuvillette watched you leave, the ring box slipping from his hand, and landing onto the stage with a thud. The crowd began to whisper, a mix of emotion swirling throughout the room.

Furina, despite her love for the drama, immediately jumped in at seeing the distress on Neuvillette’s face, “Alright everyone, I believe that is all for this evening. Feel free to get some refreshments outside! Guards, if you could escort our guests out.”

One by one, each person began to leave until the only people inside were Furina and Neuvillette.

She glanced down at him, he hadn’t moved a single inch. His eyes were glued to the floor as he replayed the event in his head, over and over again. You said no.

“Neuvillette?” Furina approached him, gently tapping his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

He snapped out of his trance, picking his head up, “I- I do not know.”

“Well, why don’t we get you back home, yeah?”

The two left in silence, Furina remaining close beside him. People watched the two leave the Opera Epiclese and they wouldn’t stop talking. This news would spread like wildfire, Neuvillette would become the talk of Fontaine.

Outside it was downpouring. The rain was the worst it had been in a very long time. Furina knew why. 

“Even the weather is matching the mood,” Someone said from afar, noticing the Archon and Chief Justice.

“What a shame,” Another person spoke. “Losing out on a good lover such as the Monsieur.”

“They even rejected him in front of a crowd. The embarrassment he must feel… How cruel.”

“I do hope he finds someone better. He deserves someone less… fucked in the head.”

Each voice he heard was a nasty reminder, each word spoken made his heart twist and ache in an uncomfortable way. He tried to drown it out, but it was almost impossible.

“Thank you, Lady Furina,” He pulled away from her. “But I think I’ll go alone.”

“A-Are you sure?” She was hesitant to leave him alone in such a state.

“Quite sure. I’ll see you soon,” He left without another word.

Neuvillette decided to spend the rest of his evening alone, sulking in his hurt, wondering if maybe he could have done something to make you stay.

[min-gis]

SEND FOR ME . — jung wooyoung.

pairing. exboyfriend!wooyoung x fembodied!reader

word count. 1.7k

authors note. i am crossposting this fic ! i've already posted it once on another blog, so if it seems familiar - i'm not stealing anyone's work, simply just reposting this on here with another member :') (also worth mentioning: this is kind of old, and my writing style has drastically changed since i wrote this several months ago. just a heads up if anyone’s going ‘why is it so different compared to the rest of her works?’ !)

warnings. tiniest bit of angst i suppose?, SMUT ! MDNI . | no real plot, just pure filth. dom!woo

''the scars on your heart are still mine.''

FROM WHERE WOOYOUNG WAS STANDING, YOU WERE POSSIBLY THE PRETTIEST THING HE HAD EVER SEEN.

With your face shoved into the silky fabric of the sheets covering his bed and his hand gripping onto your hair, Wooyoung established that you were, in fact, the prettiest thing he had ever seen. 

No view could ever beat the one he was currently seeing, he was sure of it; your ass cheeks bouncing against his thighs each time he harshly thrusted into you and tears threatening to spill past the corner of your eyes as you gasped for air. Wooyoung almost let out a dry chuckle at the sight of you, but instead a groan ripped through his chest as he tightened the grip he had around your hair.

“Fuck,” You cried out, your voice coming out muffled thanks to the fabric almost suffocating you; not that you complained, you were the one who had practically begged your ex-boyfriend to fuck you into his sheets, after all.

And who was Wooyoung to decline your request, when you asked so nicely?

Well, if you consider almost spitting in his face and yelling at him for half an hour as asking nicely, then you most definitely did.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” Wooyoung chuckled behind you, your lips parting as he kept pounding into you; his cock hitting your sweet spot each and every time. “Fuck you,” You breathed, not sure if the man behind you even heard the words trailing off your lips.

But Wooyoung did hear what you said, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval as he grabbed onto the roots of your hair; using your hair to pull your upper body off the sheets and letting your back collide with his bare chest.

You let out a yelp in both surprise and pain as he forced your head back, the back of your head hitting his shoulder as he continued to pound into you. “That’s not very nice, now is it?” He hissed into your ear, not letting go off your hair. You tried to get the words you so desperately wanted to leave your throat out, you really did; to no avail. 

But the way he was still pounding into you, the tip of his cock slamming against your g-spot was making it practically impossible for you to utter as much as a single word. Instead, you let out a whine followed by your lips parting as you gasped for air. A smirk formed on Wooyoung’s lips as he realized you were too fucked out to even reply, wrapping his free arm around your waist to pull you even closer to him, making it easier for him to pound into you even harder.

“You’ve always been so ungrateful, haven’t you? Haven’t even thanked me yet,” He let out through gritted teeth, his fingers slipping out of your hair; his rough hand grabbing into your jaw instead. Forcing you to look up at him, he let out a groan at the sight; your eyes glossy and saliva almost dripping down the corner of your mouth as your eyes met.

“You gonna thank me?”

With your lips still parted, you shook your head no. A dry chuckle left Wooyoung’s throat, his grip on your jaw tightening. “No? Then we’re done here.”

Your eyes widened as his thrusts came to an abrupt stop, feeling his cock slowly slip out of you. Desperately shaking your head, you grabbed onto his forearms. “No,” You whined, a smirk forming on his lips as he watched a tear make its way down your cheek. “Please don’t stop, please Woo, want you so bad,” You cried, not caring about how desperate you sounded; not right now, not when you were so close.

Squeezing your cheeks together, he pouted as he looked at you, “Yeah?” He let out, gently shaking your head back and forth. You quickly nodded in response, not taking your eyes off him; watching as he mocked you. “Poor baby.” He whispered, letting go of your face.

Your lips remained open, waiting for his next move; feeling him almost slip out of you completely, leaving only the tip of his cock inside of you - the sudden feeling of feeling empty washing over you. 

Wooyoung, however, wasn’t done playing with you just yet. Letting the pad of his thumb swipe across your wet lips, watching the way your saliva coated his finger with his lips parted; fighting against the urge to let his cock slip into you again, growing desperate to feel your wet walls pulsate around him. 

You suddenly felt him place his thumb on the tip of your tongue, automatically causing you to stick your tongue out; letting him rest it on top of your tongue before slowly fucking it further down your throat. Keeping your eyes on him, you watched as he tucked his bottom lip in between his teeth; the sight and feeling of your wet muscle swirling around his thumb causing his cock to twitch inside of you.

His gaze once again met yours, his thumb still placed against the surface of your tongue. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” His words caused you to immediately nod, the back of your head hitting his shoulder as you nodded. Wooyoung just grinned in response, seeing you so desperate, so pretty almost causing him to fill you up right there and then.

“Good girl.”

You didn’t even have time to think before he suddenly postponed his hips forwards, your eyes rolling back as he filled you up to the brim; a loud moan leaving the back of your throat as you let your head rest against his shoulder. Wooyoung was quick to go back to the previous ruthless pace he had set for himself, giving you no time to readjust to his size - your pussy clenching around him so perfectly causing a groan to leave his lips.

With his thumb still pressed against your tongue, his other hand sneaked its way down to your cunt; his fingers brushing against your throbbing clit causing yet another whine to emerge from the back of your throat.

“You know,” He grunted into your ear, “You still haven’t said thank you.”

“Thank you, thank you! Fuck, thank you Woo,” You panted, your words half muffled thanks to the thumb placed against your tongue as his fingers lingered just above your cunt, a chuckle of satisfaction trailing off Wooyoung's lips. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The pads of his fingers suddenly made contact with your clit, the feeling of his rough fingers rubbing against your cunt accompanied by his cock dragging against your slick walls causing whimpers to trail off your lips, a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach. Pressing a kiss against your shoulder, he rubbed circles over your clit; the noises you were making causing him to fuck into you even harder. 

“You hate me so much, hm? So much that you let me fuck you?” He hissed into your ear, knowing you wouldn’t respond; you were too gone to even consider replying to him. “Yelling at me like you hate me, when you’d do anything for my cock,” He chuckled, his thumb slipping out of your mouth; letting you breathe, causing you to gasp for air.

“No one could ever fuck you like I do, you got that?” 

Too fucked out to reply, you repeatedly nodded your head; your eyes fluttering shut as his words caused your orgasm to approach you even faster. Wooyoung grabbed onto your jaw once more, causing your eyes to barely flutter open once more; his fingers still rubbing quick circles over your clit. “Answer me.” He breathed through gritted teeth, watching as you desperately tried to form a sentence. 

“Fuck, yes! No one will ever fuck me like you do,” You panted, your words coming out slurred. He just hummed in response, his hand leaving your face again; grabbing onto the side of your body - just to fuck into you even harder, something you thought wasn’t even possible.

But it was, and it didn’t take long for the knot in your stomach to unravel. “Woo, I’m gonna cum,” You whined, your whole body shaking as he kept pounding into you; his nails digging into your skin. “You’re gonna cum?” He let out behind you, his speech muffled as he pressed a rough kiss onto the surface of your shoulder; causing you to nod for the nth time that night. 

“Then cum, make a mess all over my cock for me.”

As soon as the words trailed off his lips, you felt the knot that had formed in your stomach snap. A broken cry emerged from the back of your throat as your whole body went stiff, an overwhelming orgasm washing over you. Wooyoung couldn’t help but grunt as he felt you clench around him, a mix of your arousal and cum slapping against his abdomen each time he slammed his cock into you.

You let out a gasp as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying your best to come down from your orgasm; too gone to even realize that he had slipped his cock out of you, his hands leaving your body.

You were on the verge of collapsing when Wooyoung grabbed onto your hair once again, causing you to gasp as your eyes fluttered open. Before you knew it, he had turned you around and pushed you onto your knees; a smirk plastered on his lips as you looked up at him. 

A chuckle left his lips as you looked up at him, your eyes filled with confusion and your lips parted as you desperately panted; still coming down from your orgasm.

“Oh, baby,” He cooed, his hand grabbing onto your cheeks as he gently stroked the skin using his thumb. “You don’t think we’re done, do you?” 

You gulped upon hearing his words, and Wooyoung swiped the pad of his thumb across your lower lip once again; a grin forming on his lips as he tilted his head. “Be a good girl and open your mouth for me, hm?”

Staring at the man standing on his knees above you, your eyes wide and lips parted; you realized you had a long night ahead of you - a small smile forming on your lips as you realized you had accomplished what you had hoped for.

You still knew your ex-boyfriend like the back of your hand, it seemed. 

[ethanmorales]

Train Wreck [Ethan Morales Short Fanfic]

Masterlist

Part Two - Crazy

Pairing: Ethan Morales x fem reader 2.1k words Warning: swearing Requested: Based on Ariana Grande's song "Boyfriend." / Friends to lovers.

Ethan’s POV

I adjusted the collar of my unbuttoned shirt for the third time as I waited for Y/N to answer the door. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other impatiently. What’s taking her so long? I pulled my phone out to call her when I finally hear the door being unlocked. My heart rate speeds up as she comes into view. I’m overcome with emotion. The emotion that I’m always trying to swallow down when she’s in front of me, though right now, it is intensified and threatens to take over. She was wearing a short white dress that hugged her torso but flared out and swayed at her hips when she walked. Her lips are plump and tinted in a soft natural color. Her hair fell in waves over her shoulders. She was so beautiful it made it hard to breathe sometimes.

“Sorry I took so long. I meant to call you earlier.” She greets me like she’s not about to give me a heart attack. I pull the emotion inside me back and respond casually.

“Call me about what?” I ask, trying very hard to focus on her words and not how badly I want to kiss those lips.  

Her expression looks apologetical. I frown at this.

“Hey, Y/N.”

I turn around at the new voice.

Our neighbor, Diego, walks up the pathway to us. I stared, confused.

“What’s up, man?” He greets me. Slowly, I bump my fist with his. He looks over my shoulder to YN. My stomach sinks.

“Damn, you look amazing.” He tells her. I look back at her just in time to see a blush creeping onto her cheeks. The sight makes me feel sick.

“What’s going on?” I finally ask. She smiles gently.

“I asked Diego to the party,” she begins, and I try very hard not to react as she continues, “I know you’re meeting with Maia. I figured I should save you the trouble of having to look after me all night.”

I wanted to yell. I wanted to argue. How could she ever think that she’s any trouble to me? How could she think I want to be around anyone more than I want to be around her? I wanted to tell her that I changed into like 10 different outfits thinking about all the times she complimented my style and what she seemed to like. That I was wearing her favorite cologne, the one she got me for my birthday last year. But I said nothing of the sort. Instead, I smiled.

“Cool. I’ll leave you in good hands then.”

She smiles back at me, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I swallow the need to ask her what’s wrong. It seems she has someone else to ask her those things tonight. I turn to Diego.

“Keep your hands to yourself.” I say quietly close to his ear as I pat his shoulder.

He quirks an eyebrow at me in question, but I say nothing else as I walk away from them, towards my car. I try not to let the anxiety building up in my chest crush me under its weight as I watch them walking down the gravel pathway together, arms linked. I take off.

Y/N POV

I didn’t want to go to the party with Diego. I wanted to go with Ethan. But he was currently into Maia and she would be waiting for him as soon as we arrived. So, for once, I decided not to be a masochist who just swallows the pain of arriving with him just to be left alone in a place where I wasn’t comfortable with anyone else. Inviting Diego was a last-minute decision and was so grateful that he said yes.

We weren’t close, but we’ve had a few nice conversations since he moved next door 6 months ago. I figured this was the least heartbreaking option. Plus, he was too  attractive to ignore the fact.  

“Ready to go, chica?” He offers me his arm. I link mine around his and we start walking. As I take note of the sexy accent, not for the first time, I’m vaguely aware that I must have a type.  

“All black is a good look on you.” I say, noticing the black jeans and the black shirt that’s unbuttoned enough to expose part of his chest. He smiles and looks at me.

“And you look killer in all white.”

I can’t help smiling back. “Thanks.”

We’re in the middle of light conversation about school and the upcoming holidays before he randomly changes the topic.

“So, you and Ethan…” he trails off in a question.

“What about us?”

Diego smiles. “What’s the story? You guys dated before or?”

I shake my head furiously. “No. Not at all. We’ve known each other since we were in diapers. Our moms have been best friends since high school so naturally, we are as well.” I try to keep any kind of emotion out of my voice, but I heard the higher pitch as I spoke. I crossed my fingers that he didn’t hear it too.

“Gotcha. I just… I got a vibe from him earlier, so I thought there was something there.”

I laugh though it’s not funny. “A vibe? from Ethan? Nah, he’s just overprotective. I’m like a little sister to him. Plus, he’s not used to me going out with guys. He usually drags me to places with him. He was probably thrown off.”

Diego chuckles. “Yeah… you’re probably right. That’s cool that you guys have been friends for that long. I don’t know that I could do it.”

I look at him and he meets my gaze with a smile.

“Careful, it almost sounds like you’re flirting,” I tease.

He looks back at the road, but I see him bite his lip before he responds. “I am flirting.”

I feel myself blushing again. “Oh… good to know.” I don’t know what else to say. Yes, he was hot. But he wasn’t Ethan. The thought came to me quickly, but it still made me feel guilty. I pushed it aside and decided to give Diego a chance to woo me tonight. It was time I stopped hoping for the impossible. Ethan would never see me that way. The quicker I moved on, the more pain I could save myself from.

Ethan’s POV

The party was at full force as I walked through the opened door frame. There are people in small groups all around, red cups in their hands. A ping pong table has been set in the middle of the living room and it’s already surrounded by a crowd waiting for their turn to chug cheap beer and get buzzed on attention. I walk past this scene and find the kitchen. My buddy Adrian is there, a cup in his hand. “What’s this?” I ask, but I start downing the contents before he has a chance to reply. The liquid burns down my throat but I still don’t stop.

“It’s vodka.” I heard him say.  “You good bro?”

I don’t answer him until I’ve finished what’s in the cup and hand back to him with a smile.

“I’m great! Let’s get this party started!”

I feel arms wrap around my stomach from behind. I freeze for a second. “Finally! I’ve been waiting for you.” Maia. My heart sinks at the realization.

I don’t let that thought form. Instead, I turn around to face her ready to greet her with a kiss. Before I get to do that though, I see Y/N and Diego walking in. He smiles at her and takes her hand. It takes about two seconds of him scanning the room before his gaze lands on me. He smiles wider and winks. Someone is moving next to me, cup in hand. I take it from them, ignoring the protest before I down it too. Beer this time.

“You okay?” This time it’s Maia asking. I wish everyone would stop asking me the same goddamn question. But instead of snapping, I smile down at her before kissing her hard. It was almost like I was taking out my anger out on her. She didn’t seem to mind though. She kissed me back just as fervently. I pulled back and glance at Y/N and found her watching me. Her eyes were sad and something in me hurt at the sight. Before I knew what I was doing, I started walking to her. Diego stepped slightly in front of me as I got to them.

“Having fun already, huh?”

My eyes were on Y/N and the shimmer on them. But I forced myself to peel my gaze away to look at Diego.

“I’m always having fun,” I respond. “Shouldn’t you be getting your date a drink?”

He studies me briefly before looking back at Y/N. “Want a beer?”

“She doesn’t drink.” I say smugly.

Y/N give me a pointed look before she replies to him. “I’ll try one.”

“Great” Diego’s smug expression deepens as he pushes past me, bumping into me as he does. It takes all of me not to pull him back and plant my fist into his stupid smiling face.

“It’s a party. I can drink if I want to.” Y/N says as a response to the look in my face.

“The hell you’re going to drink while you’re with him.” I snap.

I feel a hand on my arm. “What’s going on, Ethan?”

“Not now, Maia.” I pulled away from her touch and grabbed Y/N’s arm, dragging her behind me.

Y/N protests the entire way until I find a big tree in the backyard. I pull her around it, letting the huge trunk shield us from any curious eyes.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Her face is flushed red with anger. She looks so goddamn beautiful like that.

“Fuck.” Before I know what I’m doing, I’m pushing her against the tree. Her eyes widen in surprise, but before she can question me, I grab her face and kiss her. I’m so angry that I think I’m going to kiss her so hard she’ll break, but I am briefly amazed by the fact that she’s kissing me back, with the same amount of passion. I’m fueled by that reaction and deepen the kiss, my hands travel down her arms and move to the small of her back, pushing her closer into me. Her hands tangled in my hair, and I couldn’t stop from moaning in her mouth. I pull back, but stay close enough to breathe each other’s air, our mouths centimeters away.

“Ethan.” Her voice was breathless. I smirk, satisfied.

I kiss her deeply once more then pulled away again.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve spent waiting for the right time to make my move, keeping track of every little interaction until I was mostly sure that you were feeling the same way about me. Earlier today, I could have sworn you were jealous. I thought the time finally had come. Then Diego shows up.” I stopped, overcome with that emotion again, the one that made me feel like I was drowning. Y/N’s eyes are surprised but her hand on my cheek helps me continue.

“I am so in love with you.”

She’s quiet, studying me carefully, trying to see if I was telling the truth. She knew me better than anyone, so she would know if I’m lying.

“What about Maia?” she finally asks.

“A distraction. All those girls have been distractions. The only way I could deal with not being with you. I needed to make sure. I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship if you didn’t feel the same.”  

“You need to tell her.” Is all she says.

“We’re not dating?”

“But-”

“I promise you. She knows how I feel about you. I have been honest with all of them. They’ve all been involved with me knowing I’m in love with you.”

“That’s crazy,” she whispers. “For how long?”

“How long what?” I ask.

“How long have you had these feelings?”

“3 years.” I’m a little embarrassed to admit this. She shakes her head and finally smiles.

“4 years for me.” She states. “Who is the bigger fool?”

I smile like an idiot.

“Seriously?” she nods at my question. I sigh with relief. “I can’t believe we’ve wasted years.”

She shrugs. “We didn’t know. We were scared.”

“Guess we have a lot of time to make up for.”

“Mhm.” This time she pulls me in for the kiss and I follow her lead. She pulls back quickly.

“Oh God, Diego.” She’s horrified, realizing she had forgotten about him.

I smile wide, “Fuck him.” I kiss her in such a way that there’s no way she’ll even remember his name.

The End.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. Hopefully you enjoyed it! :)

Stay awesome xx

P.S. Diego Tinoco from On the Block as Diego.

[yuriririnnie]

Sober Thoughts

A/N: Reminiscent of my old conversations with my ex boyfriends over a pint (or pints tbh) of beer. I'll probably edit this again later on my laptop. For now, settle with no italicized words. Lmao

PAIRING | Lee Heeseung x female reader

WC | 2.6k

GENRE | Fluff, suggestive (if you squint) though I try to keep it PG

WARNINGS | Explicit language, mentions of alcohol and implied underaged drinking, suggestive, mentions of premarital sex

SYNOPSIS | It was a tough week for you and your boyfriend so you sit down in a quiet speakeasy bar where you guys had your first beer together. There wasn't anything special. No birthdays, anniversaries, etc. You weren't celebrating anything. Just you, him, and the comfortable nostalgia from your 7-year long relationship.

--

"Been a while, don't you think?" he wiggled onto his seat after pulling your chair out for you to get comfortable close to him.

You looked around. "It still looks the same as three months ago."

"I wonder if they still remember us."

"I'm sure the waitress still remembers you."

"You're gonna fight with me over that again like last time?"

"Nah, you're not as handsome as you were when we were in college." you giggled. He still is, but you can't give him that.

He scoffed at the remark. "But what about when the guy next to us thought you and I were just friends? The one who asked for your number while I was in the bathroom? Hmm?"

"He was obviously drunk!"

"Sad I wasn't drunk enough myself. I could have kicked his ass."

You rolled your eyes trying to fight a laugh from escaping. Before you could comment, one of the waitresses approached your table.

"Welcome back, Sir!" she squealed, not even hiding that annoying flirty tone. Heeseung locked eyes with you and you both giggled over your unspoken communication.

"Yeah, here with my girlfriend of seven years again. We'll have two draught beers please."

She lets out a small huff, clearly disappointed that you two haven't broken up yet. You look up at her with a huge grin plastered on your face that's practically saying "Nice try, sister." And with that, she left with your orders.

"Guess I still got it."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah Mr. Hotshot."

"So how was your week, my love?" he reached out to hold both your hands. "Anything new you haven't complained to me about this week?"

"Very funny. I still haven't gotten any calls from any of the positions I applied for this month."

"How about that firm you worked for last year?"

"I liked working there but I kind of want to explore other places too. The legal world is getting pretty small so opportunities are scarce and I'm finding it much harder now more than ever." you were doing fine, just not that great. And that's not somewhere you want to be when you're in your twenties. "How about you?"

Your beers arrived. "Work has been the same." he takes a sip. "My boss is trying to lure me into getting a promotion though."

"That's great isn't it?!"

"It would be if we're ready to relocate."

"What do you mean? Does the promotion come with relocation?" you gulped your first mouthful of alcohol for the night, trying not to mind the seriousness of the conversation.

"Yeah. It's not that far. Just by the other side of the city. The commute doesn't make much of a difference, but I would rather we decide together once you've found a job that's good for you."

"That sounds very husband of you, Hee."

He chuckled softly, "I always incorporate you into my decisions. We've been together for so long after all."

"Has it really been seven years?" you rest your chin on your hand as you pretended to think.

"Time flies." he sighed.

"When you're having fun?"

"When you're with a psycho more like it."

"Fuck you."

"I did last night." he lifted his eyebrow with a smirk.

"Meh, I've seen you do better."

You both laugh. Again, he swallowed another mouthful of beer before saying, "I remember our first time here about four years ago. The beer tasted terrible!"

You covered his mouth to shut him up. "You can't say those things here Hee they might kick us out!" He shook his head to remove your hand. "Besides, it was our first time drinking alcohol back then."

"Was it?"

"Well, doesn't include Jake's birthday party when we were barely 17."

He scoffed. "I was 18. You were 12."

You slapped his hand. "I was 17 and a half!"

"You were half my size!"

"In my defense, I still kind of am to this day."

You could see his eyes disappear as he gulped his drink. This was just like any of your normal lovers' banters and you'd think that he's already made every single possible joke to you by now and that you guys have probably already argued over every single thing, yet still the attraction, spark, and freshness of young love continue to linger around the two of you.

Both of you were drinking faster than usual tonight. Maybe it was just the familiarity of it all, but you really did enjoy hanging out with Heeseung. He wasn't just your boyfriend. He was also your best friend. You were lucky to find both in just one person.

"I still see that 15-year old little Ms. Perfect Girl who got a 93 in Chemistry when I got a 95."

"Why was I little Ms. Perfect? You were Mr. Hotshot with perfect grades, captain of the basketball team, vice president of the supreme student council—"

"Only because you were president." he interrupted with what looked like beer number 2 in his hands.

"You had absolutely no rizz in your 6-foot tall body though."

"No rizz?! I was able to get you!"

"Only because we got trapped in that audio-visual room with little to no sunlight," you recalled and the memory was so vivid it still felt like it happened yesterday, "and no phone signal too. God you were so loud! It was the first time we ever had a proper conversation outside of class."

Heeseung smiled as he thought about how you guys transitioned from enemies to friends to lovers.

"I found out about your family back then," you continued, "and your passion for music."

"You told me you wanted to be a lawyer and I thought it was totally weird."

You looked at him funny. "You don't seem to be so bothered by it now!"

"Only because I know you're gonna be rich someday."

That stupid smirk again. You poked his nose and he scrunched it simultaneously, earning a snicker from you.

"It wasn't always easy for us," you exhaled, "law school and work is tough."

"We pull through nonetheless."

You were both now on your third beer, and even if the night was still young and that it is still relatively too early for you to feel tipsy, it's there. You weren't drunk yet, but the buzz was slowly knocking on your head.

"How about Karina? Were you ever jealous of her?" he asked. You don't remember how the conversation went from arguing whether to paint the bathroom blue or yellow to the external factors that might have potentially caused a break up.

"No way!" you lied through your teeth, "I knew she was just a friend of yours from the start! I mean, she was drop-dead gorgeous but not enough to break me, nope."

He was full on laughing now, "Wokay, whatever you say Y/N my perfect angel bb girl lover baby."

"Stop mocking me!" you lightly slapped his shoulder, "Between you and I, in this relationship, you are the jealous one!"

Heeseung flinched a little bit because you were somewhat semi-screaming into his ear when you spoke. Oh he knew you were being your three-drink self already and he could tell because "three-drink Y/N" is loud Y/N. The buzz was now kicking itself in and you felt so much more light-headed that an hour ago. Nonetheless, he knew how you were feeling by now granted that this is probably your one hundredth time drinking together as a couple.

"Alright let me get this straight," he spoke close to your face, "you won't let me attend a Twice concert and finally see Jihyo the love of my life in person but still I'm the jealous one?!"

"Yes!" you huffed.

The sound of you guys' laughter and trivial taunting echoed the small bar. The music was mellow now and both of you were ready for another beer.

"I got really lonely when you decided to go to law school."

You nearly choked on your beer with his sudden confession. "Why? You always knew I was gonna get into law."

"Well, I know, I know, it's just," he took a deep breath, "Hearing how hard it was from my other friends and how demanding it would be for you, it kind of made me feel insecure."

"Why is that?"

"I thought that you might find someone in law school with the same interests, same aspirations in life, and end up dumping me for him." he let out a small laugh and rubbed the back of his neck.

Four-drink Hee was sensitive Hee, and although he looked adorable with his doe eyes and red ears, it made you sad because you wish he told you that before. You guys talked about your futures together even in the early stages of dating and he was always supportive of your life decisions despite them being almost entirely different from the things he wanted. Luckily during the course of your relationship, you were able to find common grounds and although in an ideal world things could have been called perfect, the life you guys had was close to perfect despite the struggles because he's just so passionate, kind, and understanding of your needs.

"I would never dump you." you huffed.

"Yeah, well I kind of figured that if you wanted to dump me you would have a long time ago."

"Right? Now I'm just stuck with you."

He pouted. Oh right. This was still Four-drink Hee.

"—but of course, wouldn't have it any other way!" you quickly took back and he made the most precious grin. You couldn't help but pinch his cheek.

Five-drink Y/N was dirty Y/N and Heeseung could see in your eyes how dilated your pupils have become and how touchy you've been for the last 20 minutes. He was feeling a little drowsy now too considering that these beers do come in a pint per order.

Were the mugs really that big?

He shook his head and continued to listen to you rambling about something he already knows and maybe it was just the alcohol but did you really just start caressing his thigh? No, you couldn't have, and you were at a public place.

With lightning speed, he ordered two shots of tequila.

"Coming right up, Sir!" the waitress chirped as she skipped back to the counter.

"That bitch is really getting on my last nerve," you say groggily, "do you want me to make a scene?"

He let out a breathy laugh, "No baby, I just want you to drink."

Truthfully he wanted to just move on to Six-drink Y/N because Five-drink Y/N was either just horny or violent and while it would have been absolutely no problem for him (he's been wanting you ever since your second drink) if you guys were at home, sadly you weren't. And he needed to be the responsible one.

God was he perfect or what?

You both took your shots and wow did your world spin with just one teeny-tiny drink? Heeseung let out the loudest Korean post-drink sound and you could only look at him in adoration.

"Did I ever tell you how annoying you are?" you ask.

"It was the first thing you ever said to me and the last thing I heard before you left for work this morning."

"Right, I remember."

"Do you remember the day we moved in together?"

He looked down at your fingers tapping on the table, then to your lips which were pursed together in thought. It was his turn to look at you in awe, and all you did were the most mundane things.

"I remember the day we decided to move in together" you finally spoke, "we were in my studio apartment and the kitchen sink was always leaking, the walls were so thin we heard the neighbors fight all the time."

"It always ends in sex though."

"Yeah, well we would sometimes fight over whatever they were fighting about too."

"And then we end up having sex too."

You felt your blood rush up to your cheeks and playfully slapped his shoulder. "It was a humble beginning, but one night you woke up and—"

"I woke you up and asked you if you wanted to move in together."

"Right," you respond feeling a little shy from his gaze, "and it's been two years since."

"I do not miss that old apartment of yours. The leaks and creaky sounds were loud and your roommates were insufferable."

"And yours weren't? You had to share an apartment with Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon, and they were all hooligans."

"Yeah, well we were in college and Jay paid for the rent a considerable long time so it helped me save up for our apartment now."

Heeseung was so much better than you when it comes to finances and since you were a student longer than he was, he covered for a lot of things for you. Post-grad, he was able to afford a two-bedroom apartment and even if the rent was a little high, not long after, he landed a considerably high-paying job at a creative agency. Sometimes you would envy his growth because it would always be exponential, but looking back to where you started from where you are now, you've come a very long way too.

"Do you ever see us getting married, Y/N?"

This was Seven-drink Heeseung and maybe this was his cap because you've never ever been asked this question by him before despite being together for so long. Nearly choking on your drink, you released a small cough in response.

He giggled and kept a lingering stare at your reaction. "I'm just messing with you, you don't have to—"

"Of course, I do."

"Oh."

His ears were burning red now. Cute.

"Who else would I spend the next seven years with? Or even the next ten? Twelve? Fourteen? Forever?" you made a cheesy grin to match your equally cheesy statement, "you ask the silliest questions, Mr. Lee."

"Alright, alright!" he put both his hands up in defeat, "let's go get the bill."

You could only nod because at this point you really did feel the alcohol in your head and it wasn't light anymore. It felt heavy, and if it weren't for the sobering conversation you had with your boyfriend by the end of the night, you would have semi-passed out by now.

--

Heeseung guided you up to your apartment, removed your shoes, and settled you onto your couch.

"Had fun tonight, baby?" he sat on the floor facing your bare legs as you rested your head back on the pillow.

"Mmm-hmm." you respond feeling his hands massage your aching calves, "Thank you for taking me out tonight."

"Of course."

The next morning, you could only recall the moment you fell asleep on the couch with him.

Seven years might not be a long time for some, and for others it might have felt like an eternity. But for some reason you were stuck in between a split-second and forever. That's how Heeseung made you feel. Euphoric but rational, ecstatic but calm, mature but youthful, innocent but brave. He provided the sweetness of Nirvana along with the thrill that comes with uncertain reality.

You were tiptoeing on the border of sober and drunk, and you're glad to be held by him now and maybe, just maybe, if life could just allow you to be even more lucky, forever.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Thirteen.

As usual, big thanks to my little audience for your lovely feedback :) We have another little time jump here, bringing us to the next notable event in the timeline of our characters. Enjoy <3 Also, if you're a silent reader who just clicks that heart and carries on, could I at all persuade you to leave a comment? It'd mean the world to hear from you!

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,481

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

December 24th, 2011, Cleveland, NY 

“Are you being careful? Because I’m not sure you’re being careful in your haste to get home,” Adrien spoke, phone glued to his ear as he and his father-in-law watched the snow plummeting down from the sky, the entirety of Oswego County under a few feet already.  

“Bug, I have the greatest co-driver in the world, I’m wearing my glasses and we’re taking it slow. The freeway is clear and there’s barely any traffic. We’re fine.” 

“Homeslice, this truck is insane! I love it! Handles perfectly, y’know?” Jen called, enjoying herself greatly driving Adrien’s Ford Ranger.  

Jen was driving? Oh, god.  

“Jennifer, if there’s even one mark on my damned truck, you’re getting whooped.” He’d only bought it brand new a week ago, and now it was in the hands of somebody who made F1 drivers look tame.  

Steven couldn’t help but snort at that, shaking his head as he sipped his coffee. “RIP your paintwork, son.” 

“Oooh, baby! Bring it!” Of course, she’d say something like that. “Just make sure the fire is blazing, buddy. We’re below zero and this heater ain’t cutting it. I swear, my tits are about to drop off!” 

Adrien couldn’t help my laugh. “You do know I have you on speaker, right? And Steven is standing right here.” 

There was a short pause. “Hey, papa Steve! What’s your medical stance on combating chilly tits?” 

He didn’t miss a beat. “Warm hands.”  

“Steven!” Gemma yelled from across the kitchen, “you can’t say that! The girl is like an adopted daughter to us!” 

“I wasn’t offering, love,” he called, still laughing. “She knows that!”  

“Indeed, I do! Anyway, Jade is running low on battery and my phone is in my bag in the back, so we gotta go. I’m saying ETA of about a half hour. Buh-bye!” 

“Bye!” the men both sounded, Adrien hanging up and returning his phone to the island, sitting down. The reason Jade was out at all in the snow was because all the trains heading north of Manhattan had been cancelled and flights were grounded, leaving Jen stranded without a ride since she her own car had refused to start that morning, Steven and Gemma already on their way and with his own parents also en route from visiting friends in east Hampton, it left no other options than for Jade to drive down and fetch her.  

With her recently split from her boyfriend of ten months, and her mother and sister heading to Florida for Christmas in the sun with her brother Wayne, who she did not get on well with at all, it had left Jen destitute for the festive period. Until Jade had emphatically stated there was no way that would happen, Adrien telling her too that if she didn’t come to them, he’d hunt her down.  

He was very relieved when he saw the truck park up to the side of the house just under forty-five minutes later, the women diving out and running for the door he rushed to open up for them, both covered in a liberal dusting of snow. After a round trip of just over twelve hours, Jade was very, very glad to be back home, kicking off her boots and big coat, falling into the warm hug her husband provided.  

“Mommy Gem!” Jen yelled, approaching the lady herself with wide arms, being pulled into a hug and kissed upon her cheek multiple times.  

“Hey, hon. Oh, it’s so nice to see you, my darling!” While they chatted, Jade stood and caught up with the day she’d missed. 

“Have the puppies been out yet?” Yes, her filling the house with animals had begun. Two Cane Corso's, one American Bulldog, and an insane Red Setter who was currently lying across Steven’s lap beside the fire. Having the chimneys completely rebuilt throughout the house had been expensive and time consuming, but definitely worth it. That and the underfloor heating provided an amazing source of warmth during winter.  

“Groucho initially refused,” he began, speaking of said Red Setter, “Bear and Atlas eventually got their paws in it,” he continued, referring to the Cane Corso’s, “and Brando wouldn’t come back in for a half hour, would you?” 

The big, white bulldog sitting beside him looked up with a head tilt, woofing softly. “Yeah, you know I’m talking about having to chase your dumb ass back in earlier, don’t you?” Another woof sounded. 

“And the cats?”  

He looked to where Salem and Juno, their two rescue Maine Coon cats basked upon the rug, shaking his head. “Long enough to pee before they shot back in.”  

She hummed a chuckle, kissing the centre of his chest. “They are nothing but predictable with their posh paws routine.” 

“Alright, so now you’re home, can we get the guided tour of this newly finished house?” Gemma asked. She’d been itching for a proper look around since they’d arrived four hours ago, Adrien reluctant to show them without Jade, knowing she’d want to be there, too. It also saved doing the same thing all over again for Jen when she arrived as well.   

It gave him a sense of great pride, to show them around the house that had taken four long years to complete, talking about the various points they picked up on as they went. There was one focal point that drew the kind of attention he could have kicked himself over, though, neither he nor Jade realising they hadn’t taken it down from the beam above their bed about two minutes too late.  

“Ahh, guys, I have to take this. It’s the hospital, I’ll be in the lounge.” Steven spoke, his departing of the house tour a saving grace, as Adrien was about to discover.  

“Oh, it’s beautiful in here, look at this floor!” Gemma enthused as she walked into the bedroom, Jen rushing past to backflip straight onto the bed, assuming the starfish position.  

“I love the hell outta this bed!” she exclaimed, Jade folding her arms while raising an eyebrow.  

“If only you knew that I was doing at 1am this morning, right where your head is,” she quipped, grinning with mirth. 

Jen looked between her and the comforter a few times. “I don’t know whether to be aroused or perturbed. I’ll sit somewhere between the two.” 

“Dirty children,” Gemma sighed, her eye then caught. “Why’s there a big assed chain with a hook hanging from the beam?” 

Oh, shit.  

“Erm, modern art,” Jade smiled. Gemma could have been convinced by that, had it not been for her son-in-law closing his eyes tightly, looking immediately uncomfortable. 

“Lies! What’s it really for?” She turned then, fixing him with a look. “Adrien?” 

“And I’m outta here.”  

“Adrien!” she called as he made his escape towards the stairs. “You haven’t answered me.” 

Jade was laughing behind her hands, Jen scrambling off the bed and straightening the comforter before jogging from the room. “This I gotta watch! Oh, he’s gonna go catatonic!”  

“Adrien,” Gemma continued to call, two snickering women hot on her heels, “what’s the hook for?” 

“N’aww, fuck!” he groaned, entering the kitchen and promptly opening the door to the huge, walk in pantry, hilariously shutting himself within, Jen catching up and rapping her hands against the door rapidly. 

“Dude! It ain’t like you to get embarrassed,” she teased with hefty sarcasm, snorting laughing. “Come on! Enlighten us!” 

“Get in here. I need company, and to make sure you keep your yap shut,” he spoke, opening the door, his arm emerging to haul Jen in by her hoodie, slamming it shut again.  

“Baby,” Jade called, slapping her mum on the arm for the look of utter mischief. “Are you alright in there?” 

“Do we still have the cat sedatives?” he asked. 

“I think so.” While Salem was good as gold for vet trips, Juno was hell on four paws unless Adrien took her. For daddy, she behaved. For anybody else? The murder mittens were shown. 

“Good, because I need to swallow the whole damned bottle.”  

“Hey, if I can’t use recreationally any longer, neither can you!” Jen told him, the sound of rustling becoming audible. “Oh cool, you guys have got that Whole Foods granola in here!” A small scuffling sound followed. “Don’t be stingy with the eats, man!” 

The door opened, the tall blonde finding herself ejected, granola box yanked from her grasp. “Oh man, you should see his cheeks!” she hissed through her mouthful of pilfered cereal. “He’s like beets!” 

“Jen!” he warned, slamming the door shut after her exit, sending her doubled over with laughter, Gemma approaching to tap her nails against the pantry door. 

“Adrien?” she called sweetly, trying to hold her laughter in. “What’s the hook for?” 

“Yeah, homeslice, tell us!” Jen teased, wiping her eyes. “You can’t be a freak in the sheets and then get all shy about it!” 

“I can when my mother-in-law is right there, Jennifer!” 

“Mummy,” Jade warned, finally emerging from behind her hands, “stop mortifying him!” 

She thought on it for a second. “I will not.” Once again, her nails tapped the door. “What’s the hook for, Adrien?” Oh, she was having way too much fun to stop, the door eventually flying open, Adrien moving at speed across the kitchen, determined to at least try not to be furtherly ensnared by his embarrassment. He didn’t move fast enough for Gemma, though, who grabbed his belt and, surprisingly for her size, hauled him to a complete stop. 

“What’s the hook for?” 

He finally began to laugh, pointing at Jen, who was in complete hysterics. “Don’t you dare.” 

“I ain’t saying shit,” she began, snorting and descending again, hugging his arm.  

He cringed, shaking his head rapidly. “If ever the ground was gonna open up and swallow me, can it please be now?” Opening one eye a fraction, he viewed an expectant Gemma, laughing through his nose as the discomfort ate him alive. “I’m pleading the fifth.” 

Truly, he had no idea of the tenacity of Mrs. Burton, Gemma folding her arms, making him meet her eye. “What’s the hook for?” 

“Mum, you really don’t want to know,” Jade called, picking up a passing Salem and cuddling him close, the cat purring and nudging her face with his.  

“I do want to know!” she exclaimed, “if nothing else but to watch your husband squirm some more.” 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he screwed his eyes tightly shut, looking more pained than Jade had ever seen him look. “I’ll let your daughter tell you. I’m going where women are not. Gimme the keys, I’ll go get all your stuff out of the truck.” He kissed his wife’s head on the way past as she handed him the keys, scratching an appreciative Salem, Gemma turning to meet Jade with a wide-eyed stare. 

She waited all of two seconds after Adrien had exited the back door. “Well?” 

“He ties me up and hangs me from it,” she finally stated simply. 

The gasp that fell from Gemma was immense. “He what?” she began, turning to Jen while pointing at her daughter. “I was thinking leverage or something, you know, like holding onto it while you’re bouncing on top?” The fact she coupled her words with the motions to demonstrate sent Jen into a guffawing mess, falling to her knees as she slapped the stone tiles beneath her.  

“I have used it for that, too, when I have my arms all bound up.” 

“Jade Lucia!” Gemma exclaimed. 

“I can’t breathe!” came the voice from the floor.  

“Well, you did ask, mum,” Jade shrugged, picking up a grape and popping it into her mouth with a shrug. “No, you can’t have that.” she then told the huge puddle of fur in her arms, Salem softly pawing at her finger with a little meow. 

Gemma stood looking mildly stunned. “But he’s so nice and polite, and now I find out he’s one of these guys who liked their women hog tied!” 

“Not all the time,” Jade was quick to state, plucking a few more grapes from the bunch. 

“It’s always the nice, polite ones that are the secret deviants,” Jen added to the conversation, moving to seat herself at the island. “Trust me, the things I know about Charlotte. Entirely too much, courtesy of Katie.”  

When Adrien came back in, he was immediately given a look from his mother-in-law, Gemma resting her hands to her hips. “I want words with you, young man.” 

Just then, he heard the sound of a horn beeping, looking out of the window to see his parent’s car pulling up. “Oh, thank fuck,” he sighed, “saved by the beeps.” He then paused, of course realising his mom and dad would also want the guided tour, eyes widening. “Baby, get the fuck upstairs and get it down!” 

“I can’t, I’m not tall enough,” she spoke in her best cute, funny voice, snorting with laughter all over again.   

Jen jerked her head in the direction of the door. “I gotcha, Skippy. I’ll get on your shoulders. C’mon.” 

While they scurried from the kitchen, Gemma fixed him with a wry smile, walking over and hugging him. “Still love you, even if you are a deviant.” 

He laughed, kissing the top of her head. “Still love you too, Gemma. Even though you enjoy mortifying me way too much.”  

She hummed a wicked chuckle, patting his stomach with her hand. “You shouldn’t make it so easy, hon.” 

With all embarrassing inquiries out of the way, another tour of the house was taken after Lois and Patrick had warmed up with coffee, everyone gathering back in the kitchen, where Gemma had truly commandeered the space, cooking all afternoon. The big celebration in Italian households was Christmas Eve, and truly, she’d gone all out. The feast of the seven fishes had been a staple in her household since she was a child, and she’d kept up with that tradition ever since.  

Baked salmon, spaghetti with clams, fried calamari, cod with orzo, gigantic, spicy shrimp, garlic mussels and fried whitebait graced the table, everyone having much fun at Jade’s expense with the latter.  

“Patrick, no. I can’t,” she cried, her father-in-law holding one of the tiny fried fish, making a swimming motion towards her with it. “It has a face still!” If there was one thing she couldn’t deal with, it was fish served with their heads still intact. 

“But as a meat eater, everything you consume has a face. I fail to see the validity in your gripe when we take this into account,” he shrugged, Jade leaning as far away as she could in her seat at the island, making a perturbed squeak.  

“I don’t like my food to look at me,” she reasoned, pointing at Adrien. “Your bloody son traumatised me every damned day of our honeymoon! Ordered everything with a face when we went out to eat!” Indeed, he had, Adrien looking delighted at the memory of his wife having a small meltdown at dinner each night. They had spent a week in Turks and Caicos at the end of the summer of twenty ten, loving the islands so much that come the following spring, they were heading back on a group holiday with Katie and Charlotte, as well as his good friend Lewis and his girlfriend Mona. 

Adrien only had three projects to film in twenty twelve, Jade two, both wanting slow down their working life a little and enjoy some time together instead of snatched days and weeks here and there, as they had for the almost two years they’d been married. Two weeks in the sun suited them both down to the ground, especially given the current climate of Oswego County.  

After having a great Christmas with their families, before she knew it, Jade was boarding a tour bus again after touching down in Manchester, but at least it came with some very nice advantages. Advantage one being that she had Adrien with her, and advantage two, the bus itself. With the girls now elevated to a much higher status in their careers, the record company were prepared to shell out a lot more in the way of comfort, two busses now dedicated to ferrying them around in luxury. Yes, they had beds.  

The set up of the busses was much different, the front lounge remaining, kitchenette and bathroom next, but no bunks or rear lounge, those spaces taken up by two bedrooms that a double bed could just about fit into, the gangway offset to the side of the bus. No more bunk life. They were thrilled. Charlotte, Katie and Jess had one, and Jen and Jade the other, Adrien too by extension. He could have stayed at home, but with a housekeeper in employment so their home and animals were well looked after whenever they were away, he saw no reason not to spend some time with his wife. After all, they’d been married for almost two years and lamentably spent most of it apart.  

They’d definitely proved every single one of their doubters wrong, that their marriage wouldn’t last beyond a few months.  

Still though, while they were no longer hounded by photographers quite as much as before, the media still gave voice to ridiculous gossip, claims that they were on the rocks and heading for separation, as well as the one that had made Jade burst out laughing with the sheer ridiculousness of it. Adrien, apparently, had been having an affair with a young woman named Serena Reid for the last five months, her claims only amounting to a personal account that could easily be picked apart.  

It honestly entertained her, how these tabloids didn’t bother with fact checking anything for credence prior to going into print. One of the alleged dates the girl claimed she’d met up with Adrien in the city had been so easily refutable, since at the time he was standing to the side of the stage at Simmons Bank Area in Arkansas, watching Seventh Gate play live. Another she claimed to have been in taken to their apartment in the West Village by him while his wife remained upstate, when in reality, he’d been filming halfway across the world. 

That aside, she knew her husband inside out; infidelity was not in his nature. Being a little self-righteous, argumentative when he was in a bad mood, aloof when he was proven wrong, yes, those were some of his negative traits that annoyed her, but cheating? Nope. She knew she’d never have that to worry about. Apart from him being the epitome of faithful, he’d never wish to inflict the kind of pain he’d gone through with Sofia upon another. He was too much of a good guy for that.  

He would be lying if he’d said he hadn’t worried about the effect it’d have on his wife, knowing well how she tended to pay a little too much attention to online commentary into their life, but the way she’d handled it with grace, not internalising it either, had truly made him proud. Her coping skills in that respect had been learned in attending therapy for the last year and a half, and also feeling safe and secure enough in her relationship with him to talk things through, just as he’d always wanted her to.  

While the claims of Serena Reid were entertaining in their preposterousness and nothing more, Jade couldn’t help but feel sorry for her on some small level. The emergence of an Instagram page, with fake text messages created allegedly from Adrien, as well as badly manipulated Photoshop creations had sealed for her that the young woman was likely not well. Where were her family in all of this to talk her out of making a complete fool of herself, she wondered? The media also had a responsibility as well. After all, they had been the ones to give Serena a platform when it was obvious how delusional she was.  

Delusional was exactly how Jade looked at it all, and was prepared to keep on viewing it as. That was, until she and the rest of the girls were headed to a small side room at the Manchester MEN arena for a meet and greet with fans who had paid for VIP packages. Upon approach, their former head roadie, now tour manager Sunni walked from the room, holding his hands out.  

“Yeah, we’ve got a situation, guys,” he spoke, glad that he’d been the one to spot it prior to the band entering the space. “Jade, that girl Serena Reid? You ain’t going to believe this, boss, but she’s back there in the room with the rest of the fans.” 

Hearing that, things shifted up a gear instantly, and her stance of thinking Serena to be nothing more than a purely harmless, annoyingly delusional person was swiftly tossed aside.  

[divinityandfanfics]

“ My Love for You Never Died ”

DIVINE NEBULA

a/n: satosugu brainrot

blurb; “satoru and suguru were partners in highschool, as suguru began to turn evil, satoru fell inlove with another person; utahime. but, suguru still loves satoru.”

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ STARRING: GOJO SATORU , GETO SUGURU , IORI UTAHIME

WARNINGS:

mentions of murder, depression, character death, losing a limb(right arm), movie and anime spoilers(if you haven’t reached season 2) , suguru and satoru arguing infront of a kfc

SHIPS MENTIONED:

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ SATORU GOJO X SUGURU GETO (not really)

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ SATORU GOJO X UTAHIME IORI

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“suguru! let’s go on a date today!” satoru beamed to his bestfrie- boyfriend. “alright, alright, coming, satoru.” the other man said.

“maybe kfc today?” satoru asked the other raven-haired fella. suguru nodded, and they both walked over to a nearby kfc.

they both ordered the same meal, a little additions to satoru’s, but obviously, satoru paid for all of it.

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a few months later, suguru was deemed a criminal. the albino-haired male was just as surprised as everyone.

suguru? commiting a crime? that’s new. very new. that’s basically impossible! suguru was always the nice guy between him and satoru, so.. why?

and the crime he commited is murder. terrorism.

he found two girls in a small village who can use cursed techniques, whom he adopted, and wiped out 112 residents in said village. satoru couldn’t believe it.

“suguru! why are you doing this!?” satoru confronted him, infront of that same kfc they ate in three months ago. suguru turned back to face satoru.

“i have a question for you.” the dark-haired male blurted out. “are you satoru gojo because you are the strongest, or are you the strongest because you are satoru gojo?” he asked.

satoru was shocked, angry even. suguru turned back around, leaving an angry satoru.

“you know, you have the power to change the world, right? so you would know that if i were you, i’d use it to make the world a better place for jujutsu sorcerers.”

satoru tried to hit him with a hollow purple, or maybe just a blue. but, he couldn’t. he just couldn’t hit his.. suguru.

satoru left aswell, just wishing suguru will be back to his senses tomorrow or so.

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now, satoru was a teacher in tokyo jujutsu high. he met another teacher in kyoto jujutsu high, named utahime iori whom he always teased when they were in highschool.

utahime and he always bickered, well, mostly utahime. he would do the teasing, while utahime would make a fuss about it.

satoru found her interesting, often calling her ‘weak’ or of sorts, since she was barely a grade 1 sorcerer.

while satoru was called for the front entrance of tokyo jujutsu high, he rushed outside, seeing suguru in a monk’s clothes.

“long time no see, satoru.” oh that’s suguru alright, satoru never forgot the way his voice softened whenever suguru was saying his name.

he loved the feeling back then, but now, knowing that suguru had turned into a murderer, he didn’t feel that satisfaction anymore.

“what are you doing here, suguru?” he quickly asked.

“meh, just wanted to see the new special grade in here.” suguru poked at yuuta, who was frozen in his hold. “you know, a special grade meeting a fellow special grade?” he smiled at satoru.

nanako, the sand-colored haired girl he adopted spoke up. “master geto! can we go to that one store me and mimiko talked to you about?” she pouted.

“ah, yes, nanako. just wait for me.” suguru said before turning to the light-haired male.

“tonight, in shinjuku and kyoto, i will unleash cursed spirits all across the land. i call it.. the night parade of a hundred demons.” suguru shot a smug grin at satoru before leaving.

satoru knew that they needed to go there in order to protect the non-sorcerers.

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it was a set-up, while satoru was in the location of the night parade, he found out that suguru was in tokyo jujutsu high.

aiming for yuuta okkotsu.

so he started to hurry up, worrying for his students.

while yuuta went to fight with suguru.

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right after suguru’s fight with yuuta, his right arm got cut off in the process, and he lost.

now, suguru was sitting with his knees to his chest, back pressed against a house’s cold wall.

as he was sitting in silence, satoru appeared.

suguru was surprised to see him. “why are you here, hm?” suguru asked the male with snowy hair.

“just here to kill you.” satoru answered.

─ “well, you can do that now.”

─ “any last words before you go, suguru?”

“i know you have fallen in love with that girl; utahime you loved to tease in highschool,” suguru stated.

satoru’s eyes widen.

“what about her?” satoru asks.

“just wanted to tell you that.. for me, it’s still you, satoru.” suguru said, smiling.

satoru frowned, before killing suguru.

maybe, suguru, if you didn’t turn out like this, it would still be you.

[cowboybarzy]

aaah hey could i request for a blurb with barzy in singapore? im from there and i cant wait to see what you’ll come up with hehe i love your writing so much :-) have a great summer!!

tysm for your request! always love seeing you in my notifications <3 hope I did well!!

this is the end of the world trip! thank you to everyone who requested and everyone who followed along! here is the masterlist of the world trip for your convenience :)

disclaimer: I don't know much about the country so I've looked a few things up on google and obviously used google translate (lang. used: malay). please please lmk if anything is wrong (translations or anything relating to the culture). I'm always open to learn and already did a bunch from my quick google search haha I've been on a few websites that shared traditional foods and now I need to go asap and taste everything!! EDIT: one very kind anon reached out and gave me a little history lesson/clarification so here is what they had to say!! ty anon!!

📍singapore with mat barzal

"Oh my god, it smells amazing in here," your boyfriend Mat exclaimed when you entered the small restaurant.

"I know," you answered, your face lighting up at the familiar scent. "It's my favorite place ever."

The hostess, a close friend of your grandmother, light up when she saw you walk in. "(Y/n)! ia telah begitu lama. Tengok awak. Awak sangat cantik." (It's been so long. Look at you. You're so beautiful.)

You smiled, catching up with her quickly and finally introducing your boyfriend to her.

"Selamat berkenalan," (It’s nice to meet you.) he said, his pronunciation a lot better then when you practiced with him on the plane ride.

When you were finally seated, your favorite table of course, and immediately started looking through the menu. Almost two days ago you and Mat had made it to your home country, Singapore. After a year of dating, you were ready for him to meet your family back home and show him where you spend most of your childhood. Mat was very excited for you to show him everything and was a very good sport when eating all of the cultural foods he was not used to. He loved exploring and expanding his food palate.

"You've already had the chili crab, but this place does it better than anywhere else, so you can have that again if you want." You translated the menu for him, but he wanted something with rice or noodles. "Then I'd do the char kway teow. It's pretty traditional stir fry based dish. I think you'd like it."

"Ok, I might take that then." He looked around more, still deciding on what he's in the mood for.

A server, also someone you knew, then came over to take your orders. You gave her yours, then looked at Mat, unsure if he had made his final decision. "You ready?"

He nodded, then looked at the server. "Saya tolong minta char kway teow." (I will have the char kway teow, please.) Your mouth dropped in shock. How did he just say this sentence, pronouncing the words almost perfectly? The server nodded, then left towards the kitchen.

"What?" He grinned.

"How did you know how to say that?" You were still shocked, but a smile crept over your lips. You had taught him a few words here and there, but not how to say whole sentences.

"Oh, I didn't tell you?," he asked innocently. "I've been taking duolingo lessons since we've planned this trip." That was almost three months ago. Tears coated your eyes when you realized what that meant.

"Mat." He smiled, taking your hand in his.

"I just thought I could impress your family a bit. And you, by the looks of it." You broke out in a small, emotional laugh.

"I want to squeeze the crap out of you right now. And kiss." He laughed and kissed the palm of your hand.

"We can do that later. How about you let me have my last meal first?"

[jojojoy1]

Ajax Petropolus x reader

Summary: you're one of the most popular students at nevermore. You're best friends with Bianca, Yoko(whom is also your roommate), Divina and Kent. However, you are dating Ajax Petropolus, who is shy and quiet, totally not the kind of person you normally surround yourself with. To keep your popularity, you keep your relationship with Ajax a secret. He was fine with that at the beginning, but now he wants to tell people.

You were stood with your best friends, Bianca, Kent, Yoko and Divina, at the fountain, talking about whatever. You had been dating Ajax Petropolus for 3 months now, however, none of your friends knew. You're one of the most popular students at nevermore, Ajax isn't. While you love Ajax, he just doesn't fit your persona. He had agreed to keep your relationship a secret because he wants to be with you, but maybe he wants more.

Ajax POV

I just stared at her. She is so beautiful, I want to go up to her and kiss her right now. But I can't do that cuz I'm not cool enough to be her boyfriend publicly.

3 months ago I thought I was making the right decision when I said we could keep it a secret, but it's killing me. Not even my friends know, and I hate lying to them.

"Ajax! Dude!" Xavier shouted at me, hitting me around the head, "You listening?"

"Of course he's not," Spoke Enid, "He's to busy staring at Y/N" She teased.

"I wasn't staring," I whisper, looking at the table, "I was glancing."

"Dude, you're totally in love with her."

"Go away," I turn to Wednesday hoping she will jump in and change the topic.

"Why don't you ask her out?" Enid exclaims.

"Yeah, take her into Jericho this weekend!" Xavier agrees.

"Guys, can we drop this?" I say. If we continue talking about Y/N I'm gonna tell them everything and she'll be pissed at me.

"Fine," Enid finally backs down, "So, Poe Cup is coming up,"

I stop listening to what their all talking about now. I need to talk to Y/N. I can't keep hiding this anymore.

Normal POV

You were sat in your dorm with Yoko when you got a text from Ajax,

'I'm coming over, we need to talk'

You were confused to say the least. Your relationship was perfect, what could he possibly need to talk to you about.

"Hey, you okay?" Yoko asked when you didn't respond.

"Yeah, fine. Umm, Yoko, Can I cash in one of my 'need you to leave the dorm' tickets."

"Yeah, I'll just go hang with Divina. Was that text really that bad."

"Yeah. Thanks by the way," You say as Yoko grabs a couple things before leaving.

"Sure, Don't worry about it."

...

10 minuets after Yoko left, you here a knock at your door. You get up and open it, and by no surprise Ajax is stood there looking the most stressed ever. He didn't wait for you to let him in, he just walked past you over to your bed.

"A 'hello' would be nice" You say, sarcastically.

"We need to talk."

"Yeah, about what? Everything is fine."

"No it's not!" Ajax had never yelled at you before, it took you by surprise.

"Don't shout at me. Let's talk this through." You walk over to your bed and sit down, encouraging Ajax to do the same.

Ajax sits and puts his head in his hands.

"I want to tell people about us. I want to tell my friends that I'm dating the most beautiful girl in school. I want to stop lying to people. I want to stop feeling like my own girlfriend is embarrassed by me."

You sit in shock at the small outburst. Ajax was a very laid back guy, he would just go with the flow, so these sudden demands of your relationship was a surprise.

"Babe-"

"No! No no no no" Ajax lifted his head from his hands and it was obvious he was crying. "We're not doing the whole 'we'll tell them soon, just give it time' spiel. I'm done waiting. Either we tell them tomorrow morning at breakfast or we break up 'cause it feels like I mean nothing to you. Every time I see you in the quad I always look at you in hope of you acknowledging me, but you don't. Then I have to act like nothing's going on between us when Xavier or Enid says something. It's not fair Y/N. I don't want to keep hiding us. I deserve better. I deserve someone who isn't embarrassed to be seen with me. After I texted you, how long did it take for you to tell Yoko to leave?"

"Ajax I-"

"How long Y/N?"

"Almost immediately" You whisper, embarrassed.

"Y/N, do you really want to be with me?"

"Yes. Yes, of course I do."

"Then start acting like it 'cause I'm not waiting forever."

"We'll tell everyone tomorrow, I promise."

...

The next morning, when you and Yoko left your dorm to walk down to breakfast to meet up with Bianca, Kent and Divina, Ajax made a surprise visit. He was stood outside your dorm waiting for you. When you walked out the door he wrapped his hands around your waist, "Hey, babe."

You got very nervous as you still hadn't told Yoko about you and Ajax, "Hey" You said and kissed him on the cheek.

"So this is the mystery man I had to keep leaving the dorm for." Yoko chuckled, "Not who I expected, but better than what I thought."

"Who did you think I was dating?" You asked, curious.

"Bianca, Divina and I thought you and Kent were hooking up. But this is way better."

"Is that why Divina's been pissed at me recently?"

"Yeah, but she'll be happy you're not fucking her brother."

"We going to breakfast then?" Ajax said.

"Yeah, let's go" You said.

The walk to breakfast was better than you had anticipated. When you walked into the quad to find Bianca, Divina and Kent all eyes turned to you and Ajax holding hands. You guessed Yoko had messaged Bianca on the way down as your normal table was pulled over to make one big table with Xavier, Enid and Wednesday.

You walked over, Yoko going to the other side of the table to sit next to Divina, and of course Bianca had to say something, "Well hello lovebirds!" she semi-shouted as you sat down next to her, Ajax next to Xavier.

"Fuck off." You said, jokingly.

"Morning." Divina said, with the biggest smile you had ever seen.

"You look happy." You teased, laughing.

"I'm very happy." Divina replied.

"SO HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON THEN!?!" Enid yelled in excitement, "'Cause if I'm not mistaken, just yesterday Ajax was seriously pining over Y/N?!"

"We've been going out for 3 months now." Ajax said, a smile covering his entire face.

"THREE! THREE WHOLE MONTHS AND I HAD NO CLUE!" Enid shouted again

"Enid, can you be quieter, soon only dogs will be able to here you." Wednesday said in her same monotone voice.

"Sorry." Enid whispered.

You all eat breakfast and talked until you had to go to class.

Every morning from now on, Ajax would meet you at your dorm and you, him and Yoko would walk to breakfast together, and the tables were always pushed together for you all to sit together. You couldn't be happier, telling everyone was the best decision you had ever made.

[yume-chin]

New schoolmate

This idea had come to me by chance and I had jotted it down in the drafts and left it there for months.

Today I found it again and I thought it was a good idea to give it life and publish it even if in the end I wasn't fully convinced…

When I had the idea in my mind it was much nicer…

However, the fact is that I have now written it and therefore I am posting it!

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Request: No

Warning: just bad english

Genre: She/her

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Pov: April complains about a new girl at school but doesn't know that the girl in question is you and you're the girlfriend of one of the turtles

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At school

You are a new student who recently moved to New York. You're a good-looking girl, with [h/l] [h/c] hair, which frames your little face and brings out your beautiful [e/c] eyes. You have an athletic body, in fact you have already joined the school cheerleading group.

"Hello, nice to meet you. I'm [y/n], I have [y/o] and I moved a few days ago from far away [c/n]. I hope to get to know you better and make some new friends!" smile at the whole new class.

Right after the presentation you were seated next to a curly haired girl who you identified as April O'Neil after roll call.

The lesson passed in pure tranquility and everything remained calm until the bell rang to signal the end of the lesson.

In an instant you were surrounded by many of your classmates who started introducing themselves and asking you an infinite number of questions.

All this went on until the end of recess, when you were forced to head to the classroom for the lesson that was about to start.

Also in this lesson you ended up in the same class and at the same desk with April.

Once class was over you didn't have time to turn around to talk to her as she had already gotten up and was heading towards the exit.

However, the desire to get to know her was so strong that you got up quickly and headed towards her to have a conversation, unfortunately in your haste you didn't see a backpack on the ground and you tripped, causing April to fall with you.

You were immediately surrounded by some of your companions to help you get up and as soon as you did you turned towards April to help her and instead she got up ignoring you and walking away.

You wanted to run after her to apologize but due to your companions who had surrounded you you were unable to reach her and you lost sight of her shortly after.

End of lesson

For the rest of the lessons everything was normal. You weren't surrounded by your classmates again and you didn't accidentally push any other people to the ground.

At the sound of the bell at the end of the day you got ready and left school to go and visit some people very dear to you, or rather some mutant turtles very dear to you.

Exactly. Years and years ago, when you still lived in New York, before moving to [n/c] you had the very pleasant fortune of meeting the 4 turtles. You immediately bonded and established a magnificent relationship, especially with one in particular.

You thus headed to the very familiar manhole that would then lead you to your friends' den.

As soon as you got off you set off and within a few minutes you arrived at your destination, the only thing missing was to reach your boyfriend's room.

However, as you reached the room you heard a voice that sounded familiar in your head…

April?

You knocked on the room.

"Come on in"

You didn't have to be told twice and you went in to find your boyfriend and April talking.

"You?! What are you doing here?!" The girl immediately asks you with a face mixed with confusion and surprise.

"Well… I came to visit my boyfriend-…"

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"Well… I came to visit my boyfriend Leo" you reply smiling only to see the turtle get up with a huge smile and come to hug you.

"How nice to see you little one!! But… Do you and April already know each other??" asks you.

April made no move to respond.

“Well…let’s say we had a chance to meet but not a way to get to know each other” you laugh nervously “I wanted to talk to her today but instead I messed up as usual.”

Leo looked at you confused, moving his gaze to April and then looking back at you waiting for clarification.

"Today as you knew was my first day at school, April had immediately attracted my attention and I wanted to talk to her but when I had the chance to talk to her as I was approaching her I tripped over a backpack that was on the floor and accidentally I pushed her to the ground with me…" you scratch your head in embarrassment and then turn to April. "I'm really sorry about today, it wasn't my intention in the slightest to make you fall… if you'll accept my apology I'd really like to get to know you better" you giggle.

April stood looking at you uncertainly for a moment and then held out her hand.

You grab it immediately, smiling.

"Then I think it's time to introduce ourselves properly. Nice to meet you, I'm April O'Neil."

"My pleasure, I'm [y/n] [y/s]"

Leo, who until a moment before had been looking at you attentively, was now smiling, considering that two of the most important people he had had clarified their "arguments".

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"Well… I came to visit my boyfriend Donnie"

"YOUR BOYFRIEND?!"

April quickly turned her gaze to Donnie in shock.

"Mh? What's happening?" the turtle asks, raising an eyebrow.

"We're best friends and it never crossed your mind that it was an important things to tell me you were engaged?!"

"I didn't consider it an important thing because I knew that sooner or later you would get to know each other. And anyway here is an even more important question… why did you two know each other and did you have that reaction?" he said turning to April who however didn't respond.

"Let's say that our first meeting wasn't the best…" you intervene a little uncomfortably.

"Explain better, with so little information I can't understand what happened…" Donnie snorts.

"let's say that while I was going towards her to introduce myself and talk to her I tripped over a backpack that was on the floor and in doing so I accidentally pushed her to the floor with me…" you scratch your head in embarrassment.

"Nothing new I can say…" the turtle states turning towards April. “[y/n] has a knack for being distracted and clumsy, she has trouble going more than 2 meters without tripping somewhere” purple teased.

"You're not nice, you know that?" you snort and then turn to April "I'm really sorry about today, I didn't want to make you fall…"

“Don't worry, I took it too personally when I shouldn't have.”

Donnie cracks a smile when he sees you two clarifying.

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“Well… I came to visit my boyfriend Raph.”

Raph looked at you both in pure confusion "what's going on here? What did I miss?"

"she's my new classmate" April says

“so you were talking about [y/n] earlier??”

April just nods.

"Then I can confirm my words, she didn't do it on purpose. I know her better than myself, she's just very careless" Raph chuckles thus making you blush slightly.

Having returned to yourself you turn towards April "about today I'm really sorry, I just wanted to talk to you and instead I made you fall to the ground… I'm truly sorry…" you lower your head in apology.

In response, however, April smiles "well… if it's Raph who confirms I can't help but apologize for misjudging you too"

"Oh, no! Don't apologize, I can understand you thinking badly if the first interaction you have with a person was like ours" you giggle.

April holds out her hand "friends?"

You grab it "friends!"

Raph caresses your head "but try to be more careful next time, so you won't risk hurting yourself and you won't risk hurting the other person"

“Okay mom Raph, I'll be more careful” you state making April burst out laughing and making Raph blush.

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"Well… I came to visit my boyfriend Mikey"

April looks at Mikey and then at you.

Mikey looks at April "What? I'm not understanding… Ah… Wait- but were you talking about her earlier?" he points at you as April gestures for him to remain silent.

This scene makes you burst out laughing but as soon as you calm down you turn to April "I assume you were talking about what happened today… I wanted to apologize, it wasn't my intention to make you fall, my only intention was to talk to you" you state a little nervously

April seems to be surprised by your apology but immediately afterwards intervenes "don't worry, on the contrary, I thank you for the apology, I was quick to judge and criticize without knowing you first"

"Don't worry, the important thing is to have clarified" you smile

Mikey jumps on you, holding you both in a big hug "how nice to clarify! right??"

You both giggle and answer “yeah” in unison.

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I hope you enjoyed it in some way and the only thing I can do is thank you for reading.

A big hug ♡