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forasgaard · 1 year

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hi! can i request (if youre comfortable ofc) an neteyam x reader where neteyam is having a hard time because of his duties and the expectations everyone seems to have when it comes to him, reader notices that he’s not feeling well and they have an vulnerable and comforting moment? thank u.

Hi of course, thank you for that great idea!

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warnings: fluff, angst, comfort words: 1.6k

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"Where's Neteyam?"

I just arrived at the glade where the Sully shed was. Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk sat outside in the grass. The girls made some beaded necklaces and Lo'ak rested next to them, one leg crossed other the other.

"On duty with Dad", Lo'ak shrugged. "I think flying patrol or something."

I sat down next to them. Tuk immediately let go of her work and came to me to hug me. I gave her the tightest hug ever. She was like my little sister. Tuk gave me the necklace she just made. "Here, that's for you!"

"Really? Oh, thank you Tuk, that's amazing!"

Tuk smiled from one ear to another and I heard Kiri chuckle. The necklace was made out of leather. Small colored beads were woven onto them and created a pattern that reminded me of roots around a tree. Tuk helped me put it on and said: "Now Nete will like you even more!"

We had to laugh and I remembered the reason why I came here.

"They often do patrols lately, right?", I asked Lo'ak. He opened his eyes and sat up.

"Yeah, they do that often. You know, because he's the oldest, soon-to-be Olo'eyktan and so on." He rolled his eyes. Kiri laughed at his face.

"Are you jealous?", I frowned. Lo'ak snorted and hesitated for a second. "No, not really. I mean, sure Dad prefers him all the time, which sucks. But I am glad I am not Olo'ektan. It's too much responsibility." He shook his head. "No, Nete will be a better chief than me." He smiled. Kiri joined that conversation: "He is the oldest, so he's gonna be the next chief. That's tradition."

"I know", I said. "But it takes all his time. I barely see him anymore."

Neteyam came home a few minutes later. Training was over. He greeted us and grabbed two fruits from their storge. He threw one to me and nodded into the forest. "Come"

I stood up and followed him.

"Have fun!", called Lo'ak behind us. I ran some few steps to follow Neteyam. "Hey? What's wrong?"

"Nothing" He said and chewed his fruit. We walked silently while eating. I knew, he would open up when he felt ready for it. He always did. And I was right.

"Argh, it's just so unfair!", he cried out and I twitched startled. He noticed and took my hand. "Sorry. It's just..." He shook his head in frustration.

"No, it's alright", I said to calm him down. "You're right. This training is taking all your time."

We stopped unter a huge tree nd sat down. I rested my back at the bark and it felt really comfortable. Neteyam lowered his head onto mine and rubbed his thumb over the knuckles on my hand. "I know it's important" He began to explain. "But Dad only sees the training and that I must become better and better. He doesn't see what I have already learned."

I squeezed his hand in comfort. "I bet he does. Lo'ak said your Dad would prefer you. I bet he is proud of you."

Neteyam made an undefined noise. "I don't know. Everything I do seems wrong. He's always complaining lately."

"But you're still learning."

"If you ask Dad, I should already know everything. As if he was never a beginner to all this."

We went silent for a few seconds. "That necklace is beautiful.", Nete said and touched it gently. I smiled. "Tuk made it for me." Neteyam chuckled. "She loves making necklaces and that kind of of stuff. She really likes you, you know?" My heart got warm. "Yeah she is so cute." He nodded with a smile.

"I remember a story mother told us: When Dad first came here, he couldn't even pronounce nari (eyes). And he almost fell off his ikran and scared all the animals to death with his loud human steps." I chuckled. "See, everyone is a beginner at some point."

Nete sighed and his tail patted on the ground. "Yeah but why doesn't he understand that? I don't want to train all day. I wanna see you more."

I smiled. "Yeah, you truly have neglected me lately." He laughed and I could feel his shoulders move.

"I will be Olo'eyktan some day.", he said quietly. "And there is so much responsibility. I don't know if I can handle it." I sat up and slightly rubbed my thumb over his cheek. "You will do great." His view fell down and he pressed his lips together. "I'm not sure. I'm not sure if I am strong enough. Or that I know enough. I just don't see myself as chief."

My brows furrowed. "But I do. And you will grow with your tasks. You don't have to face this all by yourself. Your not alone, Nete"

He looked up and our eyes locked. "I am so glad I have you", he whispered and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and melted under his touch. We have spent too little time the last few days. My heart ached at the thought of him having no time for the next days as well. Or even weeks.

"I think I'm afraid", he suddenly whispered. I opened my eyes and looked at him with compassion. I heart warmed up. I know he would never admit that in front of the others, and of course not in front of his Dad.

I framed his face with my hands. "You don't have to. You have your Dad, your family. And you have me."

His lips curled up into a small smile. "We could share the responsibility. Because it is much, even for the muntxate (wife)."

My eyes widened. "Wife!?"

He smirked and shrugged. We hadn't told anyone yet that we already had mated. My face turned red. "Did you- I mean... Have you told anyone?"

He looked at me, slightly shocked. "No! Have you? I thought we wanted to keep this a secret for some time."

"Yes.", I nodded. "A bit longer, okay?" He took my hands from his face and placed a kiss in my palm. "We still have time."

I smiled when his lips touched my hands. He was just so cute. "I'm with you. No matter what's gonna happen." I assured him. And I meant it. Neteyam sighed. Surely, his head wanderes back to his duties.

"He just expects too much. I cannot learn everything at once, even when he apparently could. I'm not him!"

I put a hand on his arm so comfort him. "And he knows that. He just wants you to be prepared. He just wants to keep you and his family safe. And if only way is to teach you everything he knows."

"He never asked me if I even wanna do all this. Maybe I don't want to be Olo'eyktan!", he panted in frustration.

I frowned. "Do you?"

Neteyam sighed. "I don't know. Sometimes I am proud. But sometimes..."

He looked at me and the leaves and ferns above us threw shadows on his beautiful face. "Sometimes it's just too much. Sometimes I just wanna throw away every responsibility and just leave."

That surprised me. He always seemed so at ease, so in balance. Always prepared and organised. He never seemed reckless to me. But I liked that deeper, more foolish side of him. I smiled and gave him a small kiss just beneath his ear. "Then leave"

A stupid thought crossed my mind. "We could run away together"

He turned to me as if I was crazy.

"No! I cannot leave them. I cannot leave the people."

I chuckled and he looked at me in confusion. "What?"

"See, you're just like him! You are responsible and you care for your family and your people."

He swallowed.

"And that's why I love you.", I said. His yellow eyes scanned mine. "Only because of that?", he smirked. I grinned and leaned my forehead back against his. "That's one thing, yes."

"Hmm, what else?" His voice hummed through his body and reached mine. Shivers spread over my arms. My heartbeat sped up. "Oh you know, the thing you did last night. That was also pretty good."

He smiled mischievously and his lips pressed hard onto mine. Heat exploded in my body and I put my hands around his face as he deepened the kiss. Our tongues swirled around each other and I felt one if his hand touching my waist, going up to my breasts.

"Neteyam!"

A voice sounded through the forest to us. Jake. Neteyam groaned into the kiss and send shivers down my back. I chuckled, surrendering as he stopped the kiss. He moved himself up, but I grabbed his wrists and he pulled me up with him. His hands placed themselves onto my hips and he pushed me against the tree behind him. I let out a small sigh. His lips maked their way down my neck and I felt my knees going weak.

"Neteyam!!"

Jake's voice sounded louder than before and we stumbled away from each other. Neteyam looked around in shock but Jake wasn't anywhere to be seen. "I should get going", he whispered and placed a peck at my lips. I made a disappointed noise and he squeezed my hand. "I'll be back soon.", he said and left.

"You should think about our escape plan!", I called after him. He turned around. "Maybe I will!" His smile widened and showed his white fangs.

With that he disappeared behind a tree and I had to laugh. He was going to be the best Olo'eyktan that ever existed. I just knew it.

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tenshijhnny · 2 years

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Pairing - Jaehyun x Fem!Reader

Synopsis - Your well-known boyfriend Jaehyun and you walked through Seoul until you guys went to the mall.

Genre - a little bit of smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

WC - 1306

Warnings - public sex ; no protection ; cum inside ; jaehyun is extremely hot

For once Jaehyun was free during the week, you took the opportunity to walk through the capital. The cherry trees were already losing their pink petals and your boyfriend hands you his phone: "take a picture of me". The two of you had only been together for a month but you already felt that he was the man of your life. Whenever the opportunity arises, you talk about Jaehyun. No lie, you don't know why or how you fell in love with him knowing that he is the complete opposite of you. He is an introvert while you are an extrovert and even prefer to go out every night rather than staying at home watching a movie. In fact, the first date he proposed to you was a nap in the studio while the others were at home. Because yeah, you didn't mention it, but Jaehyun is pretty well known all over Seoul as the leader of a music band but also as a dancer in his free time. There's no doubt about it, he's really good at everything he does, unlike you who's avoiding your responsibilities.

Being a well-known boy, it wasn't uncommon that girls would ask for a photo with Jaehyun on the street. It irritated you but it became part of your relationship. Anyway, we can't deny it but your boyfriend was a flirty boyfriend. Everyone knew it, except you. No matter what, Jaehyun is yours and no one can separate both of you.

-Baby, do you want to go to the mall? you ask

He smiled as an answer and grabbed your wrist, taking you to the nearest mall. Jaehyun was also the type of boyfriend who would buy you anything you wanted, it was a way for him to show you his love. You have to admit a Vivienne Westwood necklace was always very welcome when you weren't the one paying. Anyway you stroll down the hall and a store catches the eye of your Jaehyun.

-Victoria Secret? Really? I thought you were less cliché than that, you sarcastically let go.

-Have you ever even been inside to say that?

-No, but-

He cuts you off by kissing you. It still makes you blush as much as on the first day.

-Please, at least one look, he begs you

-Okay but just a peek no more.

He kisses you again happily and you rush into the store. While the store was smelling an unbearable smell of perfume that stung your eyes with a music that broke your ears, Jaehyun was browsing the lingerie sections. Are you the first one he's done this with? Certainly not. Feeling a bit depressed by this thought, you too browse the underwear shyly. A yellow set almost pastel attracts your eyes and bingo, there's your size. You already imagined what to wear with it and just for that you wanted to try it. Jaehyun comes to meet you with his hands taken by another orange set and a satin dress of the same color.

-Am I old enough to wear a dress like that? you ask, laughing.

-Why do you say that? I think it's very pretty. Go try it on instead of making fun of it.

Before listening to him, you show him the yellow outfit you found and ask him if it was cute. He nods and pushes you into the fitting rooms. You first try on the orange outfit that Jaehyun gave you but unfortunately it doesn't suit your skin tone at all and you pass it back to him so he can put it back on. While putting on your yellow outfit you hear Jaehyun talking with the saleswoman who seems very interested by your boyfriend if you believe the tone of voice she uses. Annoyed by the situation you open the curtain to see where Jaehyun is. Unfortunately he meets your eyes full of jealousy and you close the curtain in his face.

-Honey don't be jealous, I was just asking her if she could fold the orange set..

He opens the curtain of the cabin and finds you with the yellow set on. Your eyes meet his. Your boyfriend rushes into your little dressing room and looks at you with envy.

-Yellow suits you better than orange, he says sitting down on the stool in the little room.

At this moment, without knowing why, you felt extremely embarrassed. Of course he had already seen you naked but this was different : you were not at his place or yours. Still looking at you, Jaehyun says "show me how it fits you". Your cheeks turn pink little by little and you turn around to show him. Jaehyun puts his hands at the same time on your hips while you turn around and doesn't hesitate to squeeze them gently. The boy gets up from his stool and presses himself against your back. You are now facing the mirror. For once you were the shy one and he was the enterprising one, you felt weird in this situation. Jaehyun brings his lips to your neck and leaves a kiss there.

-I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, you are really beautiful.

Are you guys really going to fuck now in this little cabin? If Jaehyun's wandering hands are to be believed, yes he's going to fuck you right now. Despite the fact that you're trying not to break down, in panic you turn to him and say :

-Jaehyun we can't do this here ! There are people outside.

In fact, the saleswoman who was talking with your boyfriend earlier, walks towards your cabin and whispers "please, it's individual cabins". And Jaehyun replies that he's just helping you button the whole thing up properly. Liar. He could undress you at any time.

-We have 15 minutes, don't you want me to fuck you so you can see yourself in the mirror? he asks you while pressing his hips on you.

Of course you want to. Why is he asking stupid questions like that? You return to the wall, turning your back to him. Jaehyun whispers to you then, "I'll take that as a yes". Without you expecting it, the boy lowers your set and presses more and more his hips against your ass. Do you have to beg him to hurry up ?

-What are you doing Jae ?

You hear his belt being unbuckled and your boyfriend rubbing more and more against you.

-What am I doing? I'm doing this.

By saying that, he pushes himself into you, letting you blow hard by the mouth. Not wanting to get caught ( even if honestly it was already too late) Jaehyun covers your mouth with one of his hands while the other one helps him to go in and out of you.

-We need to be quick baby, sorry if you are not fully satisfied. I'll finish at home, he says still fucking you hard.

His thrusts are getting more and more brutal and luckily the music was covering the noises you were making. 2 or 3 minutes later, Jaehyun cums inside you. He gently helps you wipe off the mess he left you in and completely undresses you.

-Should I take the satin dress too or just the yellow outfit?

-Both.

He comes out smiling at you with the articles in his hands. It was short but intense, you don't know this Jaehyun but you must admit that you were very happy. You get dressed and leave the cabin as if nothing had ever happened. The saleswomen were looking at you laughing, of course everyone heard you. But it doesn't matter because it was Jung Jaehyun who fucked you. You guys come out hand in hand from Victoria Secret with a small bag containing the clothes.

-Let's go home, I have a princess to pleasure.

Hope you liked it !

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ask-eden · 10 months

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Relationships

This is the relationships log. Showing the relationships between my own characters and characters for others. [ Note: Only the MAIN characters will be shown here ] Significant interactions with other characters will add them to this list. Only those who have interacted multiple times OR left a significant feeling will be added. The list will update as time goes on or as relationships update

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❤️- Love (Platonic) 💕 - Love (Romantic) / Lust / Crush 💚 - Like 💛 - Fear 💔 - Distrust 💜 - Dislike 🖤 - Hate 🤍 - Neutral / Unknown 🤎 - Shame

Eden's Relationships: Alaxia: My brother! He's... everything... that I'm not.... " ❤️❤️❤️🤎 Dysnomia: "Why, out of every pokemon, did I get stuck with the creepy one" 💔 💔 💜💛 Luan: "My best friend... my only friend... I'm.. sorry I didn't get to say goodbye..." ❤️💚💚🤎 TwoToile: "It's nice to know I'm not ENTIRELY alone in this... Hopefully our paths will cross again.." 💚💚🤍 🤍 Bronte: "She seems.. really nice... I kinda remember her from when I was younger... mm... But she seems close to Alaxia... Aaah... I don't know.." 🤍 💚💚💚 Berry: "Tiny scary woman... I don't know what her issue is.. What did I do to her??" 🤍🤍💜💛 Immune: "There's a cute girl living in my necklace.. or... is.. my necklace?.. I don't know aaa... She's nice at least.." 💚🤍🤍🤍 Goddess: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" 💛💛💛💔

Dysnomia's Relationships: Eden: "Pathetic little gay man. That isn't a hate comment it's just.. more of a fact, honestly." 💜 🤍🤍🤍 Alaxia: "One day, I'm going to fucking gut you" 🖤🖤🖤💛 Goddess: "Weird amazon woman. How is menopause treating you? Why are you looking at me.. like that... No. Must've been my imagination." 🤍 🤍 🤍 💔 Bri: "Peanut butter and JEALOUS much? Maybe if you weren't such a hot head you would be in my position. Hah. Hot head.. glaceon.." 💜💜💜💔 Spyder: "One of the few beings I can call my 'friend'... Even if your overdramatic and a bit too touchy feely" 💚💚💚💚 Orca: "Why did you choose ME... out of everyone...." 💚💚🤎🤎 Nyx: "I'm so sorry I had to do that to you.. I hope you can forgive me..." 💚🤎🤎🤎 Berry: "I'm glad she chose the correct side." 🤍🤍🤍💔 Bronte: "You were one of the few that were kind to me. Stood up for me... I hope when the time comes, you'll make the right choice." 💚🤍🤍💔 TwoToile: "... I have a bad feeling about what might happen to you." 🤍🤍🤍💔 Lucky: "Hmm... A friend.. Maybe.. I don't know.. I have to.. learn to stop hating you first... Forgive my jealousy... please.." 💚💚💚💜 Gladius: "I owe you a lot... But I still am unsure on why a god would so willingly help out a mortal... Maybe other universes are.. different.. Forgive my ill feelings." 💚💚💚💔

Luan's Relationships: Eden: My Eeedeee! That's my best friend right there RIGHT THERE! My best friend!" ❤️❤️💚💚

Alaxia's Relationships: Eden: "Pathetic. Maybe one day you'll be of use to me" 💜💜💜🖤 Dysnomia: "Parasite Parasite Parasite Parasite" 🖤🖤🖤💛 Berry: "You'll be of use to me, whether you like it or not." 💜💜💜💜 TwoToile: "Strange to see one of those stupid mortal experiments survive.. Maybe you'll be useful to me." 🤍🤍🤍💕 Bronte: "I hope you'll come around soon, I would hate to have to force it." 💕💕💚💚 Arceus: "What kind of idiot gives all their powers away? You deserve everything that's coming to you." 💜💜🖤🖤 Etoile: "Pathetic Worthless Waste of power. I can't wait to skin you alive." 🖤🖤💛💛

Inaris: "Someone from another universe.. wants to remain in contact with me.. This is nice... They are nice..... mm..." 💚💚💚💕

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capypub · 2 years

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prompt 14 pretty please ? :)

#14 “I’m not jealous! It’s just, you’re mine!”

Rating: M (contains mature content, readers agree they are 18+ by continuing to read)

She watched her lover, betrothed actually, talk to the woman at the jewelry booth she currently occupied. What had started out as Bruno wandering over to ask a question about a necklace that caught his eye had now turned into a twenty minute conversation with more hair twirling and flirtatious giggling directed towards her soon-to-be-husband for her comfort.

Of course, her sweet lover was oblivious to what was going on, still having trouble recognizing when his own pareja tried to flirt with him, and they were engaged! She huffed, glaring daggers at the pretty jewelry woman who currently held Bruno’s attention. He sported a small, polite small, happily engaging in the conversation as if this woman wasn’t eyeing him like her next meal.

She finally decided she’d have enough when the other woman reached out and touched Bruno’s forearm, laughing at something he had said with more enthusiasm than probably necessary. Calmly crossing the plaza, his lover approached the booth with the natural grace he fell in love with, stopping beside him and greeting him with a sweet smile and kiss on the cheek.

“Almost ready to go, amor?” she asks, lacing her fingers with his, her left hand lightly grasping the sleeve of the hand she held, subtly showing off the engagement ring.

“Claro, mi cielo,” he nodded, still getting flustered at times when she gave him public displays of affection, but loving every time she did, “thank you, señora, for your help,” he said to the vendor who know sported a small scowl.

As they moved away from the booth, Bruno lightly slipped his hand from hers, opting to hook his arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer so that he could whisper to her as they made their way out of the crowded market. She preened at his actions, eager to be closer after getting so worked up about the jewelry woman.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” he commented quietly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he spoke.

She scoffed with a smirk. “What do you mean?”

He responds with a similar scoff to her own. “You have a very threatening energy when you want to, amor, especially when you’re jealous.” he chuckled, kissing the side of her head.

“I’m not jealous!” she clarified with a growing blush and defiant pout, “it’s just, you’re mine!” she huffs sullenly, avoiding his amused grin.

“You’re right, mi amor, I am yours in every sense of the word, body, mind and soul, as you are mine,” he agreed, kissing her temple, “so what could possibly be the reason for working yourself up over another woman, hm?” he asked, keeping his eyes forward as he maneuvered them past bustling shoppers and running children.

“I…I don’t know, I just…don’t like other women looking at you like that,” she hesitates, “especially when they’re…prettier and, um,more mature,” she murmured.

“Wait, what? What are you talking about, amor?” Bruno questions, completely surprised by where the conversation had gone so quickly, “How long have you felt like this?” he asks her softly, leading them away from the crowded street, opting to walk behind the buildings through the narrower street and alleyways.

“Since we met, Bruno, it’s…hard not to worry when your soon-to-be husband is over ten years older than you, and,” you emphasized, “comes from the most prominent family in the region,” she added, finally coming to a stop and turning away from him, blinking back frustrated and embarrassed tears.

“Oh, mi dulce niña,” Bruno sighs, his chest aching at the sight of his love upset.

“It’s just,” she continues, her voice soft but sharp, “women like her are what people expect you know? Your mother would love go marry her son off to a well-established, mature woman who can make a home and instead, he’s going to marry…some little girl,” she sighs, running her hand through her hair, tensing when Bruno placed his hands on her shoulders and backed her up until she connected with the wall of the building that hid them from the busy crowd just on the other side.

“Corazón, you’re my world, mi cielo, mi vida,” he said, leaning towards her, using his hips to pin hers down, stroking her jaw lovingly as he ghosted a kiss on her temple, then her nose and finally her mouth, “no one else could ever make me feel the things you do,” he adds before kissing her fully this time, her hands coming to grip his shoulders and hold her to him.

Bruno kept her pressed into the wall, his hands wandering her body, barely lingering for more than a moment on one part. She sighs as they kiss, relaxing into his embrace as his hands trace her waist. She chokes on a breath when his hands find her behind, gripping her cheeks firmly as he lifts her up, hooking her legs around his waist and holding her to the wall.

“Bruno!” she gasps, her voice hushed as he held her so provocatively in public.

“Mi amorcita, I can’t help myself,” he says hoarsely against her mouth, his lips creating a wet trail from her own to where her neck and shoulder joined, “just thinking about you makes me so desperate to taste you, mi favorite bombón,” he groans gruffly, sucking at the skin over her pulse, feeling her legs squeeze around his hips at his ministrations.

“Bruno, s-someone could see us, amor,” she attempts, even as her hands lace through his curls and tug, eliciting a deep groan from him.

“Let them,” he mutters against her skin, “let them see who you belong to,” he adds, bringing one hand to her chest, softly massaging the flesh through the material of her blouse.

She moans softly, her eyes closing as she loses her sense of reason to his touch, becoming pliant and submissive as he toyed with her nipples and sucked a deep bruise just below her collarbone. He’s waiting for her to fully submit, waiting to hear those words that will signal she’s given into her lust. He kisses her again, hungrily assaulting her mouth with skilled practice. She’s starting to breathe heavier, her own hands beginning to wander under his shirt.

“Bruno, por favor, I can’t,” she chokes out, her head thrown back as he nips and sucks at her earlobe and the soft skin right below it.

“What do you need, mi amorcita?” he asks, already knowing, just needing to push her that last step so he could ravish her and worship her like the goddess she is to him.

“I need you,” she whined, her nails digging into his lower arm as bits her lip.

“You need me?” he teases with a smirk, “what do you need from me, querida?”

“Please,” she whines, her eyes heavy and dilated with lust.

He arched his brow, waiting. “Hm?” he questions, squeezing her hip.

“P-please…papí, I need you,” she cries in frustration, pressing her body into his , feeling his half-hardened length press into her thigh through their close.

Bruno chuckled darkly. “Of course, princesa, your papí will always take care of you,” he said lowly in her ear, immediately spinning her around to press her chest into the wall, bringing her hands to brace against the cold stone, “be good and don’t get us caught,” he directs her, visually sweeping their surroundings before lifting the material of her skirt up, bundling it in his fist while simultaneously undoing his own belt.

She makes small, desperate noises, arching her back in a weak attempt to grind against his leg. He pinched her behind, making her gasp and tense up. She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt the swollen head of his cock press against her wet folds, her lips parted as she sighed in satisfaction after he’d sheathed himself fully.

“Ah, que fuerte,” he grunted, resting his forehead on her shoulder blades as he waited for her to adjust to the intrusion, struggling to hold himself back from losing himself in the heavenly, warmth and wetness of her.

“Please, papí, I need you to fuck me,” she whispers as he buries his face in her neck and begins to rut slowly.

Bruno has to bring his hand up from squeezing her hip to cover her mouth, worried that her noises might attract curious eyes. She’s squeezing him so nicely not long after he’d set a steady pace, her walls fluttering around his length as she whined and panted into his palm, her cheek pressed into the cold wall. He doesn’t stop until she’s going rigid and trying to push him off, her whole body trembling as he worked her through her release, his own climax approaching, the added risk of their actions only adding to his lust.

“Be good for me, amorcita, I’m almost there,” he groans into her ear, sloppily kissing along her neck as his pace intensified, chasing his end.

“Ah! Fuck, papí, feels so good,” she moans after he released her mouth, both hands coming down to grip her waist and drive himself roughly into her, his nails digging deep into her skin as he feels himself teetering on the edge of his release.

“I’ll be good, papí, I’ll be so good for you,” she eagerly insists, moaning into her own hand when he gives a final low grunt and releases his seed deep into her.

“Oh, mierda, I’ll never be tired of that,” he laughs after catching his breath, helping readjust her clothes as she struggles to stand on shaking legs.

“I love you,” she cooed once they were both presentable again.

“I love you too, mi amor, forever, please talk to me if you ever experience such doubts again, I will gladly remind you how special and wonderful you are, day or night,” he insisted, kissing her passionately, another demonstration of his love that had her swooning and completely enamored by her strange and amazing lover, soon-to-be-husband.

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fruit-of-infidelity · 1 year

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♱ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ryuuto | Ecstasy 01 ♱

⌜ Scene: Cordelia's Boudoir ⌟

Richter: “ーーTo once again taste your gushing, honey-sweet nectar upon my lips… That much is all I can dream upon, until our next meeting.”

…Is what marks the end of the passage.

Cordelia: Word for word, that is what you wrote?

Richter: Is it not to your liking?

Cordelia: It’s not that; Your poetry has certainly come a ways since the last I heard it.

Yet, it’s been some time since you last had a taste of that “nectar” of mine. Who’s to say it’s still as sweet as you remember?

Richter: …!

Cordelia: Nfu, what is that cute face for?

Richter: You only asked for my recital, this evening. And yet, could it be that you’re now suggesting for us to…

Cordelia: What’s this? It’s a little late to get cold feet, wouldn’t you say?

Richter: Please, be wise about this.

It is a risk for you to be here in the first place. Ryuuto might be our… …your first-born, but to be ripe with my brother’s children whilst visiting, Sister, it’sーー

Cordelia: Ufufufu〜!

Richter: …!

Cordelia: You really are the pathetic type, aren’t you? Calling me that and acting so innocent, after just recalling such a passionate memory!

Really, there’s no need for that here… We’re alone.

Richter: Sist… Cordelia. Ryuuto has just barely been put to bed…

Cordelia: So〜?

Richter: He is only an infant; if he were to hear us… More likely, if he knew you were here, we would barely get a moment longer to ourselves.

Cordelia: You’ve always been the jealous type, nfu… And the type for excuses. It should be simple, shouldn’t it?

Accept my love, and do your best to keep quiet. Like old times …〜

Richter: Cordelia…

ー The flashback fades… and the scene fades to the Living Room. ー

Yui: Even though you had gone behind Karl’s back countless times beforehand, Ryuuto temporarily held you back that night…

Your jealousy almost knows no bounds, truly.

Richter: You have my sincerest apologies…

Yui: Ufufu, no point dwelling on that past. Ryuuto’s a smart enough boy, now, to not mind taking the back seat whenever it’s needed.

Wouldn’t you agree, Ryuuto?

Ryuuto: … …

Yui: ( Ryuuto-san… )

…Nfu, I’ll take your silence as proof.

But come now, talk to me; Don’t you have plenty you’re dying to say to your dearest Mother, after so many years apart?

Ryuuto: Is this permanent?

Yui: Why wouldn’t it be? Could you be worried I’ll slip through your fingers once again?

Richter: … …

Yui: Don’t tell me you’re working yourself up for nothing. I won’t be going anywhere.

After all, this girl’s body belongs entirely to me now, thanks to you two.

( Don’t say that so confidentially; I’m still here! )

Ryuuto: How can you be so sure?

Yui: Aah?

Ryuuto: …That history will not repeat itself, that is.

Yui: With those others? Fool me once, as the saying goes.

Although, what you’re trying to say is that you’re worried that the girl will somehow regain control of her body. Am I right?

Ryuuto: Perhaps… Is she conscious?

Yui: Unfortunately, but not for too much longer.

( I won’t give up so easily, if that’s what you’re thinking! Not at all; I won’t give up on Ryuuto-san… )

Don’t start talking nonsense! Aah, but all this serious talk is boring me, now… I want to relive the memories some more.

Say, Richter?

Richter: Dearest.

Yui: This room… I kept my jewellery collection just over there, didn’t I?

Ryuuto: … …

Yui: Bring the box over to me. If there is one thing that can improve this new body of mine, it’s some gemstones, and I believe I know just the set〜

Richter: At once.

ー Richter fetches the exact box from the dresser. ー

Yui: ( W-Wait… isn’t this jewellery set the one I… )

ーーThe one you were eyeing up when you were poking around where you didn’t belong, yes. This is the very same set.

( …! Then that means… )

Ryuuto: It’s broken.

Yui: …!?

Ryuuto: The necklace belonging to the set broke… See for yourself.

Yui: Broke!? That girl…!

…Grr.

ー Cordelia picks up a sharp sherd of the broken necklace... and holds it to her arm. ー

( W-Wait a moment! )

ーーWhy would I hesitate? If this body belongs to me, I can punish it as I see fit.

( That sharp piece of stone…! Wh-What are you planning!? )

Ryuuto: You’re going to punish that body, yet it was my fault that it was shattered?

Yui: ( R-Ryuuto-san’s fault…? What are you saying? )

That’s exactly what I want to know. So, spit it out. Who is to blame?

━─┉┈◈ Selection ◈┈┉─━

　　❈ Own up to it ( ♥ )

Yui: ( He’s twisting the truth… to spare me? )

ーーHow interesting. Is that how it is?

It seems this all runs a little deeper than I first thought.

Ryuuto: Well? Did she confirm it was me, Mother?

Yui: Nfu, I wonder?

　　❈ It’s like he said

Yui: ( He’s taking the blame entirely? )

( When I think about it, I suppose he did cause it to fall in the first place… )

You’re happy to throw him under the bus like this?

Ryuuto: I told you as much.

━━─┉┈┈◈◉◈┈┈┉─━━

Richter: …Ryuuto? Then, it was you after all?

Yui: Quiet, Richter. I think I’ve figured it out…

If you’re adamant… In that case, instead of this body receiving punishment, shouldn’t it be yours? Hurry up and kneel, then. Right here.

Ryuuto: Here, is that right? Understood.

Richter: … …

ー Ryuuto kneels before Yui’s body. ー

Yui: ( Ryuuto-san, wait! )

( Why are you doing just as she says? You’re…! )

( You’re going to get yourself hurt…! )

✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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HER HANDS ARE GENTLE, SOFT & SWEET (EVERY LITTLE TOUCH GETS ME WEAK)

kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader

ingredients? kuroo wakes up from a nightmare that shakes him to his core. based on the line and i can't see you here wondering where am i from why'd you only call me when you're high.

what's it? angst & fluff

allergen warning/s? mentions of death/suicide, car accidents, the reader listens to arctic monkeys, mentions of food/eating

sugar level? 3.4k

regulars: @hanayanetwork

parlor's note? writing this for my 9 years of AM collab! the masterlist is over here, feel free to check it out. again, thank you so much for the 100 followers and here's to many more 🥂

bon appetit!

when you walked down the staircase in your shared house with him, it became prevalent just how much of a lucky bastard he is. the low-lidded gaze and smirk you threw him made his heart ache with desire and he couldn't help the way he just jogged over to you to envelop you in his arms and place butterfly kisses all over your pretty face.

you were so damn irresistible to him. he was wrapped around your finger, he'd do anything you wanted him to. you didn't even have to say please or bat your eyelashes at him. he'd be on his knees immediately, worshiping the ground you walked on.

"tetsu!" you laughed out catching his face in your hands. your eyes met, his hazel ones into yours and he melted a bit more instead. "god i love you." he breathed out before leading his lips so it'd connect with yours.

unlike many of the kisses you've had before, this one wasn't so rough. no hair pulling or just tight enough so the other can breathe grasps on throats. it was lovely. murmurs of your name under his breaths and cute pet names. it was pulling away when you ran out of oxygen and the other chasing your lips. it made tetsuro's heart thump against your ribs and his brain go into overdrive at the amount of love he felt for the person in front of him. it was overwhelming, yet calm at the same time. it gave him the rush of adrenaline, but without the anxiousness and feeling of unease because he knows that you know that you're safe here, in his arms. and he'd be damned if you don't.

finally, you pulled away, sighing into each other's mouths, and forehead resting against the other's. your arms stayed wrapped around his neck, while his were on your biceps, then on your forearms. he pushed you back a bit to drink in your outfit which consisted of a fitted light blue dress with puffy sleeves, a rectangular neckline, and a small triangular cut out just below the breasts. there was a cute ribbon above your sternum too and the dress reached to your mid thigh. you wore high matching blue heels as well. the heels itself was thick, the straps keeping your feet in place the same, and there was a ribbon that was crisscrossed up your legs until below your knees -- kind of like those ones on ballerina shoes. you wore a gold necklace with "tetsu" on it - one of his many gifts for you - and simple stud gold earrings to match. to him, you look absolutely stunning. every model in the world, even alisa haiba who you were so jealous of back when you were in high school paled in comparison to you. or at least that's what he thought anyway.

"kitten," he met your eyes. "you look breathtaking."

you giggled, spinning around in a circle to show off what you were wearing, much to your boyfriend's delight. "god you're perfect. c'mon." he grabbed your hand in his and the picnic basket on the other.

he didn't think he'd get over how perfectly your hands fit together. how the size of his accommodated yours like a puzzle. or how yours always gave him warmth. it didn't matter if you were literally warm or not, just your mere presence was enough to warm kuroo tetsuro up enough for him to be nuzzling in your neck like a cat.

the drive to your spot was quiet. kuroo didn't have much to say, and apparently, neither did you. he enjoyed the time together though. for one, this is a spot where you always hung out in, even when the both of you were just high schoolers so it was sentimental and important to him - he never brung anyone here. never told the nekoma volleyball team about it because it holds a special place in his heart and he didn't want anyone to ruin the place for him - and two, he's been so busy the past few weeks with volleyball season coming up again. so, so busy. so many meetings he has to go to and paperwork to sign and things to do and he's been neglecting you -- the person who means the most to him.

with a kiss to your lips, he assured you that one day, he's going to call in sick and spend some much needed alone time with you and you didn't complain, only smiling at him and nodding.

finally, you've reached your spot. kuroo pulled into the parking space he always rested the car in and jogged over to your side to open the door -- one time you opened it for yourself and he wouldn't stop pouting the whole day, muttering something along the lines of "i wanna do it for you, kitten. make you feel like the other girl in the world, because to me, you are." he grabbed your hand delicately in his and helped you to hop off of the vehicle. with your hands in each other's, fingers intertwined, he opened the door to the backseat and got the picnic basket.

then you were off, walking to the specific area where there was a distant pond filled with koi fish, white, orange, and specks of gold and black swam around and tall cherry blossom trees.

one of his favorite memories - not just of you. favorite memory in general - was when you two were seconds years. he had just asked you out, you responded with an enthusiastic "yes!" that made his heart swell up. for your first date, he took you to a local park. when your legs grew tired, he bought some ice cream and sat down on a bench under a gentle cover of sakura blossoms. when he saw one of the dainty flowers flowing down, softly as if it was dancing with gravity, he caught it in the palm of his hand and placed it right on top of your head with a laugh. you pouted at what he did, and he responded with "don't worry, you still look pretty."

that was the first time he made you blush and he hopes to make you blush more in the years you'll spend together.

when you got there, you let go of his hand, letting him set the white and red plaid blanket down on the bright green grass and smooth all the wrinkles out. he put the wicker basket down on a corner that the wind was blowing on, shooting you a sheepish grin you've seen so many times before.

you sat on your knees on the soft fabric as kuroo pulled cheese and ham sandwiches out that he cooked and handed you one. "you hungry, baby?"

the corner of your lips turned up when you grabbed the food from him, muttering a small "thank you" that he wasn't able to catch and digging right in.

he smiled when he watched you, he relished in the fact that you enjoyed something he made because he loved you so damn much. his coworkers along with his former teammates back at nekoma would always tell him that he's whipped, that he's too in love with you, but he didn't care about what those other people said. they don't know how you make him feel, like how even ten years later, even if you don't say anything, don't spare him a glance, he still melts into a puddle of goo so long as he's with you.

so after eating and talking for a bit, he finally decided to ask you a question he's been dying to ask since you met.

you were looking toward the sunset, the beautiful sky being painted in hues of yellows, pinks, and violets when he got down on one knee beside you, a velvet box in his hand containing a diamond ring. perfectly polished, to the perfect clarity because he wanted nothing short of perfect when it came to you. that's just the kind of lover he is, the kind of person he is. he doesn't half ass anything, always putting his heart and soul into anything he committed himself to.

"[y/n], i've loved you since we were first years. the moment i saw you, i wouldn't say it was love at first sight because that's too superficial for what i feel for you, but it's pretty damn close to it. and when i talked to you for the first time, there was a bunch of chemical reactions going off in my brain and the reason for all of those is you, kitten. and only you. you're my adenosine triphosphate, the energy that fuels me to do better every single day because i wanna be the man you deserve. i wanna be the man you wake up next to for the rest of your life, so please, let's be a homogeneous mixture together. inseparable until the end of time."

he was near tears once he ended his speech proclaiming his undying love for you and he knew that with an utterance of that one word from your lips that he loved to kiss so much, that dam would break. hell, he's even surprised that he was able to express that speech he's practiced in front of a mirror so many times before. back then, he always stuttered or messed it up in some type of way, but not anymore, not when it actually mattered.

"no." you looked at him like he grew two heads.

that may not have been the one word he had in mind, but it made the dam break regardless, his lacrimal glands doing their job. "w-what?" because he didn't see this coming. sure, he was scared of it. he knows that everyone who's ever had to propose was scared of it, but he didn't actually think you'd say it.

"why would i want to marry you?" you looked at him, eyebrow quirked, and standing up making you tower over him who's stuck frozen on one knee.

what hurt the most, the knife that twisted and turned in his heaving chest was probably how you looked because to him, you genuinely looked confused. you didn't look mean, like you were intentionally hurting him, didn't look surprised, you looked actually confused as to why he'd get the idea you'd ever marry him. kuroo's a smart guy, he's been told all his life, but he doesn't get why. you've spent ten whole years of your life together, as each other's, so is he wrong to think you'd want to marry him? surely if you didn't like him, if you didn't love him, you wouldn't waste ten years of your life on him, right?

"you're cocky and mean, and you know exactly what buttons to press to get what you want. why the hell would i want to get married to some control freak master manipulator?" you stared at him right into his hazel eyes, blurred with tears.

is that what you thought of him? did you even trust him? if you thought so lowly of him, why'd you stay for so long?

he didn't realize he said those questions out loud until you answered each and every one of them, your voice unwavering with confidence.

"yes, obviously that's what i think of you. i wouldn't have said it if it wasn't now, would i? no, i don't really trust you. i keep my guard up when talking to you, master of provocation." you narrowed your eyes into slits at him like he's done to so many people before, both on the court and off of it. "and i stayed with you because well.. i pity you." you shrugged. "you seemed so... attached to me. you always lit up when i walked into the room and i don't know. i guess i just didn't want to take that happiness from you." you said, grabbing your bag. "eh, i kinda do owe you an apology though. so sorry if i was too convincing." you shrugged at him one more, for the final time before walking out of his life.

he let himself cry there for a few minutes, feeling a searing pain in his chest, like this throat was closing up. everything was a lie? did you ever love him, or was just you taking pity on him. was the whole relationship, the whole ten years that started when he was sixteen and naive merely a pity parade? every kiss and touch and hug and heart palpitation he got because of you didn't matter because they weren't real. so the electric jolt he felt when his hand grazed yours was just one sided? he was the only one who felt it?

he looked down on the ring he bought for you and fought the urge to throw it somewhere far away because he didn't want to see that thing for the rest of his life. he looked at his best dress pants, the black fabric of it spotted with his tears when he sobbed again.

he just.. couldn't believe it, but at the same time, everything made perfect sense.

from the way you've been so distant with him lately, maybe it was because you were getting sick and tired of playing that game with him, the way he always the one to take you on dates and spoil the other one in the relationship, the way you behaved before the picnic -- he was blinded by his love for you and didn't even realize he was the only one putting effort into the relationship. you never even once complained about him not spending time with you as a result of his hectic work schedule. you seemed entirely fine with not having him in your life, and here he is sobbing because of the same reason.

you might as well have turned his life upside down, painted the sky green and the grass blue, enchanted the plants to no longer bear fruit and have the medulla oblongata be the one to think of conscious thoughts because that's how he felt if you weren't lying about the things you have said -- he had a gut feeling you weren't.

he used his thumbs to dry his tears, slipped the ring box back into his pocket - he reckons he could get some money for that - and picked everything up, tidying the space for the next boy to take his lover to the spot, hoping a better future for him, one that did not include immense heartbreak like his love story.

he loaded everything back into his car, slamming the trunk down with more force than what was necessary and hopping into the driver's seat and revving the engine up. when his brain wouldn't shut up, tears threatening to grace his lash line again while he's speeding down the road, his hand was on the radio and he cranked the knob all the way up, hoping to either drown out his sorrows in the music, focus on the lyrics of whatever song is playing, or bust his eardrums from the volume. as of right now, he doesn't really care which result he gets.

what he actually gets was one of your favorite songs, one that you regularly sing aloud whenever you're showering or humming to when doing housework -- why'd you only call me when you're high.

he cannot help how he grits his teeth when he hears the familiar opening,

the mirror's image, tells me it's home time, but i'm not finished, cause you're not by my side

or how his grip on the steering wheel gets tighter,

and as i arrived i thought i saw you leaving, carrying your shoes, decided that once again i was just dreaming of bumping into you

or how moisture all of a sudden clouds his vision, stripping him of his view of the zigzag road

now it's three in the morning and i'm tryna change your mind, left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply, "why'd you only call me when you're high?"

or how he flattens the gas pedal between the bottom of his dress shoes and the floor of the car

"hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

or how he braces for the impact he knows is coming because he's drove on this road countless times

somewhere darker, talking the same shite, i need a partner, hey, well are you out tonight?

or how he longs for it with eyes clenched, cheeks moist with tears.

it's harder and harder to get you to listen, more i get through the gears, incapable of making alright decisions and having bad ideas

but all he's met with was your calls of "tetsu!"

and all of a sudden, he's in your bedroom, within those four walls you've build together, hazel eyes blown wide. his head is on your lap and you have both of your hands on either side of his face.

the moment you see his eyes open, you smile and wipe away the tears going down his cheeks. you lean over to him to press a kiss on his forehead and gently stroked his cheekbone with your thumb, "'m here now, tetsu. you're okay."

in shock and confused and with a heart that's wildly pounding in his chest, the first thing he did was sit up and pull you to his chest, stuffing his face by your neck, inhaling your familiar scent and being brought back to reality -- you're there, actually there with him and he can't help but breathe out a sigh of relief.

you wrap your arms around his torso and let your hand travel over to his head, running them through his locks, even more unruly than usual because of his tossing and turning due to the bad dream.

when he calmed down some, that was the moment you decided to speak.

are you okay? maybe, but it was very clear that he was not.

"wanna talk about it?"

he shifted his seat, positioning you so you were sat sideways against him, your side against his front as he buried his face into your hair. he heaved a breath before speaking.

"took you to our spot to propose to you. you said no and-" his grip on you tightened, not enough to hurt you, but enough to alarm you because kuroo was rarely like this. "-you said you were only with me because you pitied me."

you couldn't help the sad sound that left you mouth as you turn towards him, grasping his head between both of your hands, "tetsuro kuroo, i love you. i love you for everything that you are, for your cheesy chemistry jokes to your dorkiness and everything in between, okay? i promise, if you propose to me, you will never have to worry about me saying no."

the way you looked at him, well, it kind of broke him - so sincere and full of love, the complete opposite of how cold nightmare you was - and before he knew it, he was sobbing against you again, head on your bicep and his arms around you. you simply smiled and laid your head on top of his, throwing your free arm across his back and pulling him into you some more -- your figure swallowing his.

perhaps when tomorrow comes, you'll talk more about it. you want to know if there are any underlying issues in your relationship, if kuroo felt unloved or just needed some reassurance, or if the nightmare was simply triggered by the dark red velvet box you discovered last wednesday when you were cleaning, tucked away between the headboard and the wall, but for tonight, the both of you were content with simply having him pour his sorrows out to you, your hands, gentle, soft and sweet, its every little touch getting him weak.

#tahonet #hanayanetwork #tokyometronetwork #order of the day!#order up for kuroo!#one matcha mochi #with a side of coconut italian ice #with a side of lime italian ice #9yearsofAM #leos100followerscelebration #kuroo #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo one shot #kuroo angst #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro fluff #kuroo tetsuro angst

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thegreymoon · 2 years

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Love Like the Galaxy

LMAO, I can’t believe they are already trying to minimise what Xiao Yuanyi did.

What are you even saying? She hit a teenager hard enough to leave bruises and swelling, that is plenty. Is killing her that step too far for you? 😠

Anyway, fuck Yuanyi and all attempts to whitewash her treatment of her daughter.

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Yes, baby, make your intentions clear!

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LMAO, Third Aunt and Uncle look pleased 😂😂

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Aww, look how happy he is, thinking she sent the snacks!

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LMAO, this comedy 🤣🤣

I am normally not a fan of the third person getting in the way of the OTP, but even though I know they will get engaged, I’ve also been spoiled enough to know that the engagement will be short-lived, so I’ve decided to enjoy the cuteness for as long as it lasts instead of getting irritated on Murder Baby’s behalf.

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Good girl 😂😂

Zisheng is going to be all that for you, and more! He may be a little... well, murderous, but he’ll be so obedient and supportive of you!! 🖤 Just you wait!!

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Cackling 🤣🤣

And humble, too, it would seem! 🙄🙄

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They made short work of the bandits 🔥🔥

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My clever baby! She immediately took charge!

She was born to be a general’s wife and to be a general herself!

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Gorgeous place 💚

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Nooooooo, the ‘bandits’ just rode past all the valuables! They definitely have other intentions!

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So beautiful 💚

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Niaoniao’s defence is working so well! But these ‘bandits’ are specifically coming for them.

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Ha!

Anyway, I’m expecting LBY to come to the rescue the next episode, so expectations are rising!

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Whomst?

LBY can’t come to murder you soon enough!

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Oh, now you care about Niaoniao?

Didn’t you say you would never again care for this child? As always, go fuck yourself, bitch.

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Die, asshole.

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I hate how this drama is trying to gloss over how vile and abusive she is with, “Oh, but she really does love her, miss her and worry about her!”

Bitch, you abandoned a baby because it was a girl while you raised your sons and then showed up fifteen years later just to belittle and abuse her, physically and emotionally. I hope you choke.

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I see this didn’t go well.

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Yes, baby, indulge yourself in some slaughter!

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Boy, you have an arrow in your back 😅

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Hehehe, threaten Niaoniao and prepare to meet your doom!

He will end your entire bloodline for a stray hair on her pretty head! 🤣🤣

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LMAO, what is an arrow to the back when Niaoniao is out there and in the need of rescuing? 😋

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Good job, Murder Baby! Right on time!!

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My heart!! 😭😭

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LMAO, he’s so smitten 🤣🤣

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Guess who’s suddenly very grateful he got an arrow through the back 🤣🤣

And also jealous that someone else also got attention 🤣🤣

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I love how useful, practical and collected she is 🖤

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Zisheng, this is your opportunity!!

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LMAOOO, and he took it!! 🤣🤣

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The arrow removal scene!! 😍

Also, wow, Wu Lei! 😶 I can’t exactly thirst because you’re still, like, twelve years old in my mind, but the effort is appreciated!

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OMG, she is using her necklace, FROM AROUND HER OWN NECK, to pull the arrow out!!

It is his every dream come true! He will lose his entire mind!! 😍

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Have mercy, Niaoniao, he’ll simply die of bliss!

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They are feeding me so well 🔥🔥

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LMAO, this opportunist 😂

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Delicious 😋

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Who cares, this is the best thing that has ever happened to him 😂😂

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Hehe, he stole the bloody string!

This episode is serving us such good food! 😋

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I love her 🖤

She’s so vicious and vengeful! Yes, girl, kill these animals who raped and tortured someone close to you to death. They deserve no mercy.

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He’s trying to protect her but I fully believe her that she’d have no nightmares and I love that for her.

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Aww, the way he is pained that she saw him kill and how he tries to hide the bloody sword from her 🤗😭😋

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Amazing 😋

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LMAO 🤣🤣 Third Uncle is so useless and poor Yao nearly took the blame 🤣🤣

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Aww, he can’t bear to dirty the handkerchief she’d used 🤗

#love like the galaxy #lltg spoilers #lltg ep11 #lltg ep12

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rebelbyrdie · 2 years

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Ficlet Day #3 (OUAT)

I think this was supposed to be a OUAT-Witcher Crossover Fic with a very jealous Emma.

What Does She Have (That I Don't)

Another portal opened, which shouldn't be a surprise anymore. It was, like, a weekly occurance. Storybrooke was as busy as O'Hare these days. People came and went.

Just two months ago half of the cast of Frozen had decided to spend their royal vacation in Storybrooke. It wasn't that Emma had been happy to see Anna and Elsa, but the whole reindeer and snowman thing had been a bit much.

So here they were, yet again, on a wild portal hunt. It wouldn't be so bad, but since Storybrooke wasn't on Google Maps, she couldn't even play Pokemon Go while trecking miles through the woods.

Maybe it would be something nice and easy. Like maybe the cats from Aristocats. Cute, cuddly and low matinence. If it was ogres again, Emma was going to lose her shit.

"So are you picking up anything on your magical radar?"

Regina didn't say anything but did turn her head and glared at her. They were still on shaky ground since the whole Robin-Marian situation. Emma didn't know why. Robin was a giant dickhead. He might be Regina's so-called soulmate but he had also been Zelena's partner in crime. Yeah he'd been doing to get back his dead wife, but that didn't mean he wasn't a dick head.

Emma did not understand what Regina saw in him.

Probably the same thing she'd seen in Hook, a warm body that didn't hate her. Lonliness made women (even super smart and magical ones) make dumb decisions. Not that she would ever say that to Regina. Emma didn't want to be set on fire, thank you very much.

"Seriously, you know I'm not good at this sensing magic stuff. Are we even close?"

Regina blew a huff out of her nose. "I think we need to go closer to the town line. Back towards the road."

They were at least twenty minutes away the road. Emma sighed. This was going to be a long ass day.

When they finally arrived at the town line, Emma was ready for a burger, a shower, a burger, a beer and a nap. Maybe a few beers.

"There we are."

The first thing Emma noticed was that the town sign had been destroyed. As Regina had made her pay to repair it, Emma took that as a personal attack. There was a person-shaped lump on the road. Their portal trip must have been rough.

Emma put her hand on the butt of her pistol. The lump didn't look familar and Emma had to be prepared for the worst.

Regina didn't seem very worried. She just twister her left hand. The person-lup was coated in shiny purple blanket. They jerked in response and let out a long and painful groan. They started to push themselves up.

"Hey." Emma kept her eyes focused on the stranger. "Welcome to Storybrooke."

The lump looked up. It was a woman in heavy leather armor. She had short blonde hair, wierd eyes and a sour expression on her face. She stood up and only wobbled a little bit.

"Oh!" Regina's eyebrows winged up and then she held out her hand. "Well Met, Ser."

What the fuck? Did Regina know this person? Also did she know something about their pronouns that Emma didn't?

"I am Queen Regina, leader of Storybrooke."

Well that was mostly accurate.

"And this is my law keeper, Lady Emma Swan. We welcome you and offer any and all assitance."

What the ever-loving fuck was Regina talking about?

"Regina." Emma hissed only half under her breath. "What the Hell?"

Regina's eyes flashed and she scowled. "Miss Swan. Look at her sigil. She is a Knight of Andrezej."

The sigil Regina mentioned must mean her necklace. Emma thought it looked like a wierd circle with something inside it. It meant absolutly nothing to her. More fairy tale crap. Also Emma wasn't even sure that last part was a real word.

"Gesundheit to you too." She snarked at Regina. Then she turned her attention back to the stranger. "So what's your name and story?"

She didn't care how nice Regina was to this lady. She wasn't from Storybrooke and that made her suspicious. Not to mention that she had busted the "historic" sign into about a million pieces.

"I am." Her voice had some sort of accent that Emma had never heard before. "Ser Thera of Andrezej and I am here on a mission." She pulled a scroll out of chest armor thing and held it out to Regina. "I am hunting down a fugitive of justince from the Kingdom of King Ercole."

Wait. Wait just a damn second. This chick wasn't some fancy knight. She was just a bounty hunter. A freaking fairy tale bounty hunter. Which was not nearly as cool as someone like Boba Fett or Stephanie Plum.

"Well that's great. How are you going to fix the town's historic sign, Lady?"

Regina scowled at her. "Honestly, Miss Swan." She flicked her hand around in a circle and poof the sign re-assembled itself magically. "Don't be rude. Ser Thera is our esteemed guest."

The woman tapped her wierd pendant and in a flash of orange her clothes changed. The leather armor was now darkwash jeans, a black button up shirt and a fitted bomber jacket. The apparently magical necklace still hung off her neck.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

It sounded so polite and proper when the bounty hunter said it. Regina practically beamed when the woman offered her arm. Regina, the super-independent and hard-assed mayor, linked her arm through the other woman's like a teenager on her first date.

"I'll show you our town. If this mark of yours is here then Granny's is the best place to start looking.

They walked past Emma arm in arm.

Emma didn't like the smirk on the Thera's face or the spark in her wierd pumpkin orange eyes.

What was Regina's deal? She'd had Emma arrested for busting the sign and that hadn't even been her fault! Not to mention she'd tried to run her out of town for months. Now she was just throwing up the ye old castle gate and rolling out the freaking red carpet. For a freaking bounty hunter.

Emma had been a bounty hunter too. A damn good one. They just didn't get to pretend to be knights in the good ol' US of A. She didn't trust this woman. What kind of name was Thera anyway?

When they got to Granny's, it only got worse. Everyone, even Granny, fell all over themselves over her. They all thought being a Knight of Achoo (or whatever) was the best thing in the damn universe. Even Snow and David seemed impressed. Henry wanted to hear stories about her adventures.

Apparently being The Savior was old news. Whatever.

"Sheriff Swan?"

Thera stood in front of her otherwise empty table.

"Her Majesty has offered me lodging for the night. I was hoping we could speak on the morrow about my manhunt."

Emma wanted to tell the woman to crawl up her own butt and die, but that was probably not something a cop was supposed to say. Besides that, the quicker this glorified bail jockey got her man, the quicker she would get out of town.

Wait. Lodgings?

"Regina's paying to put you up in the Inn?"

Emma shot a look over at Ruby and her girlfriend. They had both been drooling over tall, blonde and full of herself.

"No. She is hosting me at her manor."

What! Emma didn't even have a damn key to the place. She had never even seen most of the second floor. Suddenly Regina was just thowing open her doors. To a stranger? With their Kid right down the hall?

#ficlet day

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bellarkeandclintashaandsuch · 2 years

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I think my problems with Check Out are:

1. Why did Nine get back together with Praew in the first place? He went on that vacation to forget her and ripped up their photo. I think she cheated on him, but I’m not sure. So why did he get back with her when he was chatting with Daonuea still and seemed to actually like him?

2. He didn’t seem to still love Praew even when they first got back together. It feels like he got back with her just because. And if he doesn’t care about cheating on her, why did he ghost Daonuea all this time?

3. Why would Daonuea agree to date Tee? He knows he’s just using him to get over Nine. That’s his friend and coworker/boss. Why would he do something so stupid and cruel? I think Tee cheated on Daonuea as well. But seems like it was kind of an undefined situation, like Tee and Daonuea were “talking” and Tee was “talking” with someone else too. But that doesn’t give Daonuea the right to treat him this way. This isn’t some casual rebound. He knows Tee cares a lot about him, but he’s still willing to use Tee like that?

4. Which brings us to, didn’t Daonuea tell Tee they could get back together, but then kept saying they weren’t together after that? So was that also “talking” and now they’re officially dating after Daonuea accepted the necklace back? It was confusing the way they talked about their relationship before and now. I think Tee even said it like they had feelings for each other before or something.

5. Am I supposed to like Nine when he ignores Daonuea’s wishes? We know Daonuea still has feelings for Nine based on his inner monologue, but there’s no way for Nine to know that. So he just disregards what Daonuea tells him repeatedly. Also, Tee calls Nine his best friend, and sure, they haven’t seen each other since they were school, but Nine literally says he doesn’t care about Tee. What kind of friend is that?

6. So if Daonuea, Nine, Tee, and Praew are all cheaters, so far the only one I like is Tee. He tried so hard to make (buy?) dinner and have a nice evening with Daonuea. And he looked so cute in his little apron. But when he sees Daonuea is unhappy, he also reassures him that they don’t have to rush into anything. Unlike Nine who wants what he wants whenever he wants it. I don’t like what Daonuea is doing to Tee, but I’ll chalk it up to him being confused about how to move on, so he comes in second. Then there’s Praew, who seems more concerned with her career and whether Nine is cheating on her than with Nine himself, which is what it is. So Nine is just the worst at this point.

7. Tee and Daonuea are super cute, actually, when Daonuea’s not in his head about Nine. Which is a problem when I’m supposed to want Daonuea with someone else and I find myself wishing Nine would stay away, so Daonuea and Tee can have their sweet moments alone.

8. I think Boat was telling Daonuea he should get back together with Tee. And then he turns around and tells Nine that Daonuea doesn’t have feelings for Tee. Stop gossiping about and getting involved in your coworkers’ relationships! Even if they ask you, you don’t have to get involved.

9. What’s up with Candy? She says she’s Praew’s best friend, but she acts like she’s just tolerating Praew at best. Is she actually just Nine’s friend?

10. Why will Nine be calling up all his boy toys next week? Where’s Praew? Is this new behavior to make Daonuea jealous? What is going on with that man? He should just keep traveling, so he doesn’t mess up people’s lives.

11. I hope they don’t have Tee cheat again and try to frame him as a bad guy. That won’t hold up when they’re all cheating on each other. And you can’t have him shown as sweet and thoughtful and then go, oh he’s bad actually. Cheating is wrong when people other than Nine and Daonuea do it.

12. I’d prefer Daonuea to stay with Tee at this point, which makes me sad because I loved episode 0.

13. I’d even prefer for Tee and Nine to be together because their little scene when Tee was drunk would actually be cute if I didn’t know Nine doesn’t care about Tee at all and is lying to him and actively trying to steal his boyfriend.

14. Perhaps I’m more upset about Nine not caring about Tee than I should be? Lord knows I’m terrible at keeping in touch with people I don’t see regularly. But if they reached out or I suddenly started seeing them again, I’d be very happy! And I would definitely not pretend to care while trying to steal their significant others!

Maybe I need to wait a few episodes to watch next, so I can get a sense of how this is going to play out.

#check out the series #critical #I really loved episode 0 #and I didn’t have any idea who a series #following that would play out #but it was not like this #I thought I was ready for messy but guess not #I wish they didn’t include tee as a love interest #literally they could’ve just had them be friends #and Daonuea could’ve gotten tee to agree #to pretend to be his boyfriend when nine was around #to help Daonuea try to stay strong #without having tee actually be in love with him #that would force jealousy just the same #and that plus all nine’s spare lovers would be enough plot and drama #sorry this is a little long and a little mean #just ignore me

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exhaustedlabrat · 1 year

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Here is a non-exhaustive list of my current Chenford thoughts, questions, and predictions.

- wtf is this timeline?!? Like I need to know how long they have been dating!

- I know that they can’t shoot in Tim’s house because of location, but it feels like he already moved in and they just didn’t tell us. Please let that not be the case!

- Lately it feels like every episode is promoted like ohhh we are going to get angst and then it’s a cute conversation 0 actual angst. I’m like mildly frustrated because if they are going to fight or struggle let them truly struggle so when they finally figure it out, they can learn and grow from it!!

- I hope they play Lucy as uncomfortable but not annoyingly jealous with Isabel coming back. Let Tamara be the one who is like dramatically reacting and freaking out over her return.

- I still can’t tell what Lucy’s necklace is!! Am I just blind? Is it just a cute little circle?!

- Can someone explain why we keep getting 3 week breaks? Like there has to be a reason for the schedule of episodes but I have no idea what it is.

Bonus: I love Celina, but I feel like several times she has been allowed to say or do things to her TO and superiors that our OG rookies would’ve gotten REEEMED for.

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nataliegrace91 · 2 years

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kent :

- 13 times ?😳

- potato dish was not bad bc mrs mckee's cooking >>

- my friends may have possibly the worst taste in movies in the world !! a terrible movie starting joey bragg that i fell asleep for the entirety of

- mads reads the info panels in museums out loud. little detail

- i wish i got the mushroom shirt & am still confused abt where it went but hey i got red vans from the men's section so

- cleveland museum of art >>> IT WAS SO GORGEOUS & none of us were dressed for it but it's fine

- lowkey annoyed bc i had 0 minutes to look at the menu & i ordered the first thing that i saw & it was $20 for average stir fry & im still jealous of what they got

- It was not as scary as i thought it would be

- christina didn't know how to cut carrot sticks & so she cut soup carrots for the picnic

- failed at throwing a frisbee

- charcuterie moment on the beach ft me trying kiwi for the first time & enjoying it

- i tried to get lemonade but after she made it & i gave her my card she said she only took cash but i didn't have any so i tried to go to the atm but that didn't work so i had to walk all the way back to the car & get cash & come back & buy it & this was all for $7 strawberry lemonade idk i just really wanted it

- fruit stand weirdness but i found a cute necklace

- ran into a bunch of kids on a field trip on the hike & the sound of them all running & laughing brought me straight back to camp. i miss that sometimes, i miss that environment

- fun, 8/10

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i-hope-youre-hopeful · 2 years

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I swear I’m an adult I SWEAR

But I’m gonna talk about boys like I’m 15 anyway. Alton is trying to homie hop right now and I had no idea he thought I was even remotely attractive to him or interesting or whatever he thinks - I just didn’t think he thought about me at all. He came to my birthday party to try to hook up with Sydney and it didn’t work and he tried to set me up with his brother and it didn’t work and he had a girlfriend and now he doesn’t and he’s just gonna pull a 180 and come after me? He didn’t even talk to me first. Just DM’d me for the first time EVER to ask if I was dating the guy from the party and when I said no he invited me to the lake. I am thoroughly confused. Sydney said she was so jealous of me always finding cute guys at parties and that she was telling Nikhil how I meet a new hot guy every time we go to a party and all these boys love me and Rachel said L is still obsessed with me and I just can’t picture myself being that kind of person but it’s insane to me. I’m scared it’ll go to my head or something. Or like I’m gonna start believing things about myself that aren’t true. I feel guilty, like I’m not grateful enough for the attention I have or I’m getting too much and later I’ll have none and wish I could relive these days. I’m scared it’ll negatively affect my perceptions of myself or others. I guess the self awareness there is already a good sign. I hope it is, at least.

Everything about L’s hippy party is a little fuzzy now. Even some parts before the party. I think I overdid it this week a little. I was sitting at the table when I saw Hunter walk in. I was so hoping that he would be there. I’d seen pictures of him before and knew he was cute, but I’d never met him in person. I tried not to pay too much attention, but based on how focused he was on his friends I felt like he already had a girlfriend or else was just not interested in meeting anyone new. I’m so happy I was wrong! I knew I at least wanted to know him by name so when he sat down at the table where I was I introduced myself and said I liked his necklace. He got back up and left but we all went out to the living room and some of the boys played Smash bros while everyone else watched. I sat directly behind him but didn’t really talk to him. Rachel and I and some of the girls decided to go play For The Girls in the kitchen and rachel commented on how accidentally segregated the group was. She asked if some of the boys wanted to play and Hunter came over and agreed to play. I showed him how to play and he stood behind me with his elbow on the back of my chair. He kneeled down to play. I asked if he wanted my chair and he insisted he was fine with standing, but I said we could share my chair and he took me up on it. I knew I had him then and I was so excited. I offered to let him share my drink and he drank it, said it was gross, and then proceeded to drink from it like 3 more times. He later said he didn’t like strawberry flavor at all but he kept drinking it anyway. Every time I went into a different room he followed me there. It made me so happy. All I really want out of life is an objectively attractive man to follow me around from room to room. I digress.

I went outside for a bit and when I came back in and went to sit at the table there wasn’t a seat. Rachel said I could sit on her lap but Hunter said I could share his seat so I compromised but sitting on one of Rachel’s legs and one of Hunter’s. By that point I was too focused on too many things to even really pay attention to how Hunter seemed to be reacting but I remember saying it wasn’t comfortable at all but then I still didn’t move lol. I remember having to keep my hand on his leg to keep balanced since I was kind of awkwardly perched but I also remember purposely putting my hand further up and in on his thigh. I remember saying sorry for being so in his personal space and him saying he didn’t mind. I remember hugging Rachel and telling her I had missed her and being silly and affectionate with her. I remember taking a moment to realize I was literally on this hot guy’s lap and in that moment I was almost overheating already so once my brain realized where I was I got butterflies so bad that I got nauseas and had to get up. I wanted to go outside but I knew it was hotter out there, so I sat down on the kitchen tile where it was cooler. I thought I probably looked stupid but I didn’t care, i was just trying not to pass out. L brought me water and patted my arm and then left me be. He gained some respect in my book in that moment, that was very kind of him. As soon as I sat down on the kitchen tile Hunter came down and sat with me to make sure I was okay. It felt very reminiscent of the Euphoria party. Then we just sat on the kitchen tile and talked and had our arms and legs pressed up against each other and petted the cats as they came by. Sydney came and sat down with us, and Rachel and John came in too. We all talked and laughed and pet cats and it was nice. We went outside eventually and I sat in a chair and Hunter sat next to the chair. I slowly moved my leg closer to him and he slowly moved closer to me. He pulled my foot underneath his legs with his foot and grabbed my toes with his. It’s silly but it was so subtle yet at the same time it was the first obvious thing he did that he couldn’t disguise as something else. I reached my hand down and grazed his arm very purposefully. I was about to leave and I wanted to show him I was interested too. Apparently everyone noticed he was flirting with me and when I was leaving he followed me out and asked me for my number and everyone on the patio clapped. I felt so embarrassed and weird but I’m used to it. It was worth it I think.

I don’t know what to do now, that’s the problem. I know we can’t date but he seems like he wants to and I really want his attention. That’s not fair to him probably. For this exact moment I will just be giddy that all this happened and trust that it will work out. I will try not to overthink my way into hating the attention.

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bibabyboybuck · 3 years

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Maddie Buckley - Under Pressure

#she’s just so pretty #and i am jealous of her cute little necklaces #q #mine : gifs #2x01 #911edit #maddiebuckleyedit #maddie buckley #911 #queenmay #alivedean #userrin #userbon #tuserjw #usermorgue #usergary #• maddie #• 911

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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Enough

masterlist

pairing - jess mariano x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note / request - request by anon “Hi! Can you write a Jess fic where his girlfriend meets his ex (Rory obv not Shane) and kinda gets jealous and insecure because Rory seems perfect and everything. And feels like Jess may not be over her so she wants to break up with him. You decide how it ends. Sorry if it's too detailed and it's okay if you don't write. I love your work btw you're really talented.” thank you so much for this request! i hope you liked the ending,,,, enjoy!

summary - can you believe jess when he tells you he’s over rory?

warnings / includes - mild and suggestive language, fighting, crying, heavy make out scenes + alluding to sex, this is like 7 years into the future (yall are like 23 lol)

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*gif isn’t mine*

she was perfect. even more perfect than jess had made her out to be. with her baby blue eyes, soft brown hair, and cute, little smile, no wonder why jess had fallen in love with her within the second he met her. hell, if you liked girls, you were sure you would do the same. but instead of falling in love with her, you were worried about jess falling in love with her again.

“ror, this is y/n. y/n this is rory.”

ror — that nickname that you could tell held so much meaning to him.

“hi! oh, my gosh, it’s so nice to meet you,” she smiled.

of course she was nice. only bad boy delinquent jess would fall in for nice girls.

“you, too,” you gave her a tight smile.

“he finally found someone to settle down with, hm?” she teased. “y/n’s great,” jess smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist.

you glanced at him, chuckling at his words. you turned back to rory, nervously playing with your necklace jess had given you.

“so, how has writing been going?” rory asked. “great. how about journalism?” he asked.

“it’s been great. my boyfriend, logan, actually got me an internship at his dad’s office. he’s somewhere, i don’t know where,” rory chuckled, looking around the apartment.

“wow. it’s nice to have connections,” jess said. “you know, i could get you an internship, too,” rory offered.

oh, great. and now she was trying to dazzle him by offering him a well-paying job.

“oh, no, no. i’m happy where i am now. y/n’s job helps pay rent,” he looked at you proudly.

“what do you do, y/n?” rory asked. “oh, um, i’m a lawyer,” you answered.

“i bet that’s fun,” rory joked. “it can be,” you nodded. “it’s lots of reading, though.”

“oh, i love reading,” rory smiled. “so jess has told me,” you laughed sourly.

“tell them about your recent case, baby,” jess nudged you.

“oh. well, i saved a kid from being sentence to twenty years in jail,” you said.

“wow. that’s amazing!” rory exclaimed. “thank you,” you chuckled.

“there’s more to the story. y/n just doesn't like to talk about work after hours,” jess said.

“oh, i don’t blame you,” rory said. “how long have you been working at your boyfriend’s father’s office?” you asked.

“a couple years now. i’m looking to move to a bigger place,” she said.

“well, i hope you can make that happen,” you said. “if you’ll excuse me, i have to use the ladies room.”

“no problem. it’s down the hall, to the left,” she directed.

“thanks,” you nodded, slipping away from jess’s warmth and walking quickly to the bathroom.

you put your glass of champagne on a random tray a waiter was carrying, storming into the bathroom and locking the door. you washed your face, looking at your reflection as you dried your skin. you wanted to punch the mirror, break all the stupid statues and pictures on the walls and shelves. and most of all, you just wanted to leave, but you couldn’t. you just got there.

you didn’t want to ruin jess’s night either just because you were feeling insecure. it was obvious that he didn’t care for rory. his eyes had been mostly on you the whole night, his arm around you, his lips pressing little pecks to your cheek every time you left a conversation to join another. but something in your brain told you that he was trying to make rory jealous and that this was all for show.

he never was this touchy with you in public, anyways. well, he was, he just never was this sincere in public. it made you worry. was this his game plan all along? dazzle rory with his independence as a writer, show you off as a trophy, and then leave you to “go to the bathroom”, only to go to rory’s room with her? it was unfair to think this way. you knew jess was a little bit of a playboy, but throughout your two years, he had been nothing been faithful to you. this was all in your head, right?

“y/n, baby? are you in here still?” jess’s voice sounded on the other side of the door.

“y-yeah. sorry, i drank a little too much,” you chuckled.

you threw the paper towel away, adjusting your dress and jewelry before you opened the door. jess stood there, looking worried sick.

“are you okay? you’ve been off ever since we got there,” he said.

you chuckled at his bluntness. “yeah, i’m okay. you know me, i don’t like these types of parties. everyone is rich and snotty and just not my crowd.”

he laughed, nodding in agreement. “i understand. i hate these types of people, too.”

you rolled your eyes. “please, you fit right in.”

“oh,” he gasped, putting his hand on his heart. “how dare you group me in with these low-lives.”

you smiled, “sorry. it had to be said.”

he smiled back, reaching his hand out and clasping yours. “do you want to leave?”

you shrugged, “we’ve only been here for an hour.”

“but it feels like three, right?”

“you know me so well,” you smiled.

“well, that’s why we’re soulmates, right?” he hummed.

your heart warmed at his words. he only ever said this to you at home while you two were in bed, usually when you two were naked and cuddling. to hear him say something like that when you two were surrounded by people with all the lights on was so special. all your doubts seemed to disappear in an instant.

“right,” you nodded. “let’s go then, shall we?” he suggested.

you nodded, letting him lead the way. you two stopped a few times to say goodbye to people, finally reaching rory and her boyfriend, who were the hosts of the party. it would be rude to leave without bidding goodbye to them.

“hey, i’m logan.” the blond shook both of your hands, flashing you a charming smile.

“nice to meet you,” you smiled back politely.

jess’s hand tightened around your waist as he gave logan a tight smile.

“so, this is the infamous jess mariano,” logan stated.

“guilty as charged,” jess laughed.

“well, you have an amazing taste in women,” logan looked to rory and then you.

rory blushed in response, nudging logan and telling him to play nice. you gave him a flattered smile, definitely not expecting him to be such a flirt, but it wasn’t surprising. rory most definitely had a type.

“what can i say. she’s beautiful,” jess gushed.

you turned to him, a little shocked he was staring at you. you didn’t know why you were so shocked, of course, he would be staring at you. it just made you even more relieved.

“oh, you guys are so cute!” rory squealed.

you turned back to her, giving her the first genuine smile you had given anyone the whole night.

“thank you. so are you two. what a good looking couple y’all are,” you returned the compliment.

“it’s all her,” logan hugged rory, looking down at her.

your smile grew wider. logan was truly in love with rory. it was heartwarming to see that, especially after a long and boring night.

“well, we’re gonna get going. thanks for inviting us, ror,” jess said.

“oh, no problem! you know, we should all have lunch together,” rory suggested.

“um, sure,” jess nodded, looking to you. your words got caught in your throat for a second. you gulped, looking back to logan and rory’s expectant faces.

“yeah, sure. that’d be great.”

“i’ll call you when we set something up,” rory said.

“looking forward to it. see you soon,” jess put his hand up and waved.

“see you guys,” you said, turning as quick as you could to walk out.

“are we really gonna have lunch with them?” you asked as you got into the car.

“why not?” jess shrugged. “you really want to have lunch with your ex?” you asked.

“i mean, it might be awkward, but we dated like, six-seven years ago. i’ve moved on, she’s moved on. no need to be worried.”

and there he went, talking straight to your insecurities. he looked at you and you could tell he had noticed your distrust from the moment you had left the house earlier that night.

he put his hand on your thigh as he started the car, not taking it off the whole car ride. as soon as you got into your apartment, jess pushed you against the wall and kissed you.

you gasped in surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. his hands wrapped around your waist, clutching your sides and dipping you down slightly, deepening the kiss.

you went to stand up straight, grabbing his tie without breaking the kiss and leasing him to the bedroom.

you two took off your clothes, only breaking the kiss when jess had to pull his shirt over his head. you sat down on the bed, putting your hands on his face, cradling his head. your fingers ran across his jawline, giving him butterflies with the tenderness of your touch. meanwhile, you kissed him roughly.

you scooted up on the bed, taking jess with you. he crawled on top of you, settling in between your legs. his hands ran across the seams of your underwear, enjoying the feel of the lace on his fingers and your soft skin.

your hands went down to his boxers, beginning to pull them down, but he stopped you. he set his forehead on yours, looking you straight in the eyes. you gave him a quizzical look, waiting in anticipation for his words.

“i know you were a little intimidated by rory, i just want you to know —”

“i wasn’t intimidated. sure, i was insecure, but —”

he cut you off with a quick kiss. he then looked back into your eyes. you smiled in embarrassment, deciding to stay quiet this time.

“i just wanted to tell you that you have nothing to worry about. i love you, i am in love with you. you are unmatched, and i never am going to leave or whatever for rory, not for anyone. you’re mine, baby.”

tears welled up in your eyes. you blinked them away, jess wiping them away as soon as they slid down the sides of your face. he pressed a gentle kiss to your nose.

“you’re all i could ever ask for, y/n,” he whispered.

“you’re so sweet,” you laughed quietly.

“only for you,” he hummed.

you sniffled, a bright smile lighting up the pitch-black room.

“kiss me,” you demanded in a whisper.

he did as you told, sweeping your lips into the best kiss of your life.

————

“you think this looks okay?” you asked.

“you look gorgeous,” he said.

“ugh, you’ve said that about every dress!” you groaned. you slipped the dress off, shoving it roughly down your legs. you stepped out of it, folding it up and placing it back onto your bed in the pile of rejected dresses.

“i think you should wear that,” jess pointed to your lingerie.

you looked down at the black strapless bra you had on. you looked back up at him, giving him a sexy smirk. you sauntered over to him, swaying your hips and working the matching black panties. you put your knee in-between his legs and placed your hands on his shoulders.

“you think? i don’t know, i feel like i’d be cold,” you cocked your head to the side.

“i could keep you warm,” he said. he put his hands on your waist, his thumb running along the top of your underwear. “man, you look so good. too good, really.”

“i can’t help it,” you shrugged with a smile.

“good,” he smiled back. he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you slowly.

you moaned softly in his mouth. your hands ran through his hair, messing all the hard work he did up for the lunch you two were supposed to be leaving for.

“you think they would mind if we’re late?” jess mumbled as he kissed you.

“i think so,” you nodded. you pulled away, sucking on his bottom lip and pulling it out ever-so-slightly before releasing it.

he opened his eyes, seeing that they were in a daze and clouded with lust. you smiled cheekily, stepping away and walking back to the closet.

“don’t go,” jess whined.

“sorry, lover boy. i gotta get dressed,” you said.

he got up from his spot on the bed, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind. he set his chin on your shoulder, pecking your cheek.

“i could be your clothes,” he whispered.

you giggles, holding his arms close to you. “maybe after lunch.”

“is that a promise?”

“we’ll see,” you smiled. you craned your head back to kiss his lips. you pulled away, focusing on picking out an outfit.

you spotted a dark sea-green dress. its material was satin-like. it was light and breathable, but you knew it also would hug your body in all the right places.

“i think i’ll try this on,” you said, picking it out.

you handed the hanger to jess, unzipping the back and stepping into his. jess helped you zip it up and you tied the little strings into a bow that sat in the middle of the dress, right on top of your breasts. you made sure it was tight as the strings weaved up from the waist. you didn’t want your boobs to fall out.

the sleeves puffed up and went off the shoulder in an elegant, medieval-type way. the dress went just past your knees, flowing gracefully as you twirled around.

you faced jess, wanting to know his opinion on the dress. you didn’t even have to ask what he thought. it was written all over his face.

“w-wow. you look… wow,” he gasped.

you giggled bashfully, looking at him through your lashes shyly.

“”wow”, huh?” you teased.

he nodded vigorously. “wow.”

“well, thank you. it’s nothing special, though. it’s just a solid color with some ruffles on the sleeves,” you turned back to the mirror.

“no, babe. it’s wow. man, please wear this dress more. you look amazing. when did you buy this? i’ve never seen you in this,” he said.

“i bought it a couple months ago, i think. i bought it for a work party, but it got cancelled so i’ve never gotten to wear it,” you explained.

“well, i’m glad you agreed to this lunch.”

“like rory gave me any choice,” you snorted.

“you’ll have fun. you always do when there’s food involved. are you ready to go?” he asked.

“yeah, let me just get some shoes on,” you nodded.

you went back to your closet, slipping on black heels, and grabbed a black purse, swinging it over your shoulder. you met jess at the front door, using the elevator to get down to your car.

jess drove you two to the restaurant. it had only been a week since the dinner party. rory had called jess to invite you two out to lunch to a fancy-sounding place in new york. jess parked in a parking garage once you got there. you two walked down a couple of blocks to the restaurant, telling the hostess who you were with.

“they’re seated right over here,” she said.

you and jess followed the hostess to a table right next to the window.

“hey!” logan exclaimed, jumping out of his seat.

“hi,” you smiled.

logan gave you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, shaking jess’s hand briefly before letting rory greet you two. rory gave you a side hug, pecking your other cheek lightly. you watched as she hugged jess, pulling him close and kissing his cheek, her lips lingering.

jess pulled away in a timely fashion, immediately sitting down next to you.

“i love your dress, y/n,” rory gushed.

“oh, thank you. i love yours, too.” you looked her up and down. she looked beautiful.

she was wearing a dark purple dress that came just above her knees. the sleeves sat right on her shoulders, the neckline was square and dipping down to show her flawless skin. it brought out her blue eyes, making them even brighter than you remember.

“you clean up nicely,” logan smiled at jess. “thanks. i don’t have many, uh, fancy clothes,” jess admitted.

you looked over your boyfriend, biting your lip unconsciously as you admired him. he was wearing a black shirt with a navy blue blazer and jeans. he wasn’t in a casual suit like logan was, but he didn’t need to be. jess was handsome all on his own.

“nah, you don’t need them,” logan assured him.

jess gave him a smile in reply, averting his gaze to the menu.

“so, any new and interesting cases since we last spoke?” rory asked you.

“nope. just a few simple murder trials,” you said.

“you seem so casual about that,” logan chuckled. you shrugged, “i’ve been doing this for a year. you get used to it.”

“oh, i could never get used to that. i could cry on the stand all the time,” rory said.

“yeah, you have to have thick skin,” you nodded.

“do you have anything in the drafts, jess?” logan asked. “a few things,” jess said.

“mind telling us one of your ideas?” jess sat up in his seat, trying to shake the uncomfortableness he felt while being put on the spot. “i don’t know… maybe another —”

“no, i bet they’re amazing! i remember one of the short stories you wrote when we were together. man, i still want a copy for that if you have it,” rory raved.

you raised your brows, looking at jess. “you’ve never showed me any of your works.”

“oh, well, they’re a lot worse now that i’m older, weirdly enough,” jess chuckled.

“tell us about the one you showed me, then,” rory urged.

“yeah, jess, tell us about the one you showed her,” you taunted.

jess looked at you, giving you a small glare. you raised your brows at him, challenging him. your patience was already growing thin.

“alright. well, it’s a love story,” jess started out. “oh, i love those!” logan smiled.

“yeah,” jess chuckled. “it’s about this guy who is an asshole. i mean, he is the worst. but one day he meets a girl who changes him forever.”

you had to hold in a scoff. of course, this story was about rory. it was all over his face, and hers. jess stared at rory while telling the summary, earning smiles and laughs from her every time he made a joke. you looked at logan, trying to see what his reaction was, but it seemed like he wasn’t bothered at all. he had more confidence in his relationship than you did.

you looked back at jess, your heart tearing to shreds at the way he was looking at her. he was looking at her the same way he looked at you, even more in love, if anything. his pupils were wide and filled with nostalgia. the smile on her face was one you wanted to slap off. she looked so happy, so smug to hear him inadvertently talking about their relationship. you didn’t know if you could sit here for another hour and a half.

“anyways, it’s a silly story. it was never really going anywhere,” jess shrugged.

“i think it’s good. it’s cute. it reminds me of first love-type relationships,” logan commented.

first love: what rory was to jess.

“i’m going to go and use the bathroom.” you stood up suddenly, not wasting any time.

you went into a stall, shutting the door and collapsing to the ground. you started to break down.

a few moments past and you heard heels clicking on the floor.

“y/n? are you okay?” rory’s voice echoed.

oh, great. just what you needed.

“yeah. sorry, my stomach just really hurts,” you said, trying to clam yourself down.

“can i come in?” she asked.

you sighed and stood up. “i guess.” you opened the door for her, reveling her shocked and remorseful face.

without saying anything, she pulled you into a hug. your eyes widened and you hesitated in hugging her back. she didn’t seem to notice or mind, though. she pulled away after a few moments, leading you to the sink. she grabbed a few paper towels, wetting them and cleaning up your running mascara.

you swiped the towels away from her, giving her a glare and turning around. “i can clean myself up, thanks.”

rory sighed, “i know you don’t like me that much, but i just wanted to come in and explain myself.”

“what do you have to say? this is between jess and i,” you spat.

“i know, but i want to make you sure that i don’t mean any harm. i just get really nostalgic when i’m with old friends. i like to reminisce and whatever you saw back there was not what you think it was. i don’t love jess, i love logan,” she explained.

you let out a sour laugh, turning around slowly. “this is not about you.”

“it kind of is, i —”

“no, no, you see, i know you don’t love jess. i know you’ve moved on and that you’re with logan now. it’s just that… jess is still i-in love with you,” you said, voice cracking.

rory gasped, “what? no.”

“yes,” you nodded. “that look her gave you when he was talking about that story. you probably didn’t notice, but man, he is whipped.”

“y/n, he doesn’t love me. he is over me,” rory tried to convince you.

“bullshit,” you muttered. “and not that i blame him, though. i mean, look at you. you’re perfect. any guy would be lucky to have you.”

rory chuckled, “i am far from perfect, y/n.”

“stop being so modest,” you rolled your eyes. “no, i’m serious,” she looked you in the eyes.

“i home wrecked my ex-boyfriend’s marriage, i screwed up the plans my mom and i have made for me since i was like, 5 because i wanted my own identity. i went behind my mom’s back and threw our relationship in the trash. i cheated on my first boyfriend with, um, jess, actually. i-i left my childhood best friend and never made the effort to stay in touch,” she explained.

“thank you for giving me a list of why you’re an asshole. it really helps,” you said.

“no, but don’t you see! i’m not perfect, no one is! but you, you are. you are perfect for jess, you are so good for him. you’re the one who changed him,” she said.

“no,” you shook your head. “yes,” she nodded. “sure, i showed him what a real relationship entailed, but i have never seen him so committed and so happy. i mean, we all know his home-life was never good and that he is insecure, but he lights up when he’s with you.”

you sighed, sniffling as tears ran down your face. “you think so?”

“i know,” she nodded. “thanks,” you gave her a small smile. “of course. i would never try and get in-between something as special as what you and jess have,” she smiled.

“have you guys ordered yet?” you asked. “yeah, jess ordered for you,” she nodded.

“okay. give me a few moments and i’ll come out,” you said.

“take your time,” she smiled. she squeezed your hand as she left.

you looked into the mirror, cleaning up your makeup and calming down. you walked out, wearing new confidence.

“hey, babe,” you smiled at jess.

“hey. you okay?” he asked.

“yeah, period cramps, you know,” you chuckled.

logan laughed, “glad i don’t have to deal with those.”

“oh, they’re the worse. you know, the first time i got my period my stomach hurt so bad, i had to call my mom and pick me up from school,” rory giggled.

jess’s broke into a half-smile. he looked at you with distress. you weren’t due for your period in two weeks. did the story upset you that much? he wondered.

he slipped his hand into yours, squeezing your hand lovingly. you looked at him, smiling a little and letting him know you were okay with your eyes.

you turned back to rory and logan, conversing with them like you actually wanted to be there.

it wasn’t until you were saying goodbye when you got shot down again. jess hugged rory, giving her a longing look. your heart sunk in your stomach. rory was wrong. he wasn’t over her.

“come by the apartment sometime!” logan suggested.

“we definitely will,” you nodded.

you began to walk away, not bothering to wait for jess. he eventually caught up with you, slipping his arm around your waist and pulling you close as you walked to the car.

“did you have fun?” he asked.

“yeah,” you nodded, not looking at him.

“what’s wrong?” he asked.

“nothing,” you said, swiping the keys from jess and unlocking the car.

“wait,” he stopped you from getting into the car. “you only drive if you’re mad or we’re running late. i think this time you’re mad.”

“i’m not mad,” you said. “then what’s wrong?” he asked. “i know you’re not fine.”

“i’m not mad,” you repeated, then looking him in the eyes. “i’m hurt.”

his jaw dropped, brows furrowing into a confused, helpless look. “why, baby?”

“because you still love her.”

he sighed in irritation. “this again? i’ve told you —”

“the way you look at her!” you exclaimed.

“you cannot say i love her because of the way i look at her,” he argued.

“there’s something about the way you look at her. you-you miss her. you want her,” you stated.

“that is bullshit and you know this. why are you doing this? you want to rile me up or something? because if that’s what it is, then it’s working.”

“no!” you groaned, exasperated. “i am being serious. you are not over her. you want her back because you let a good thing go, and she was that good thing.”

“that doesn’t matter! i don’t care about her! why can’t you believe what i say? do you see how i look at you? god, i am so in love with you. just believe me,” he begged.

“i can’t,” you shook your head.

“stop being so difficult! please, i beg you, open your damn ears and listen to me!”

you pushed him away, tears rolling down your cheeks like a waterfall.

“ask logan and rory to take you home. maybe you can have your chance with her.” you swung the car door open, slipping in and slamming it shut.

“wait, shit. y/n! open the door, please!” jess banged on the window.

you ignored him, backing out and driving away. jess looked at the car with tears in his eyes.

“dammit,” he muttered.

————

“it’s not your fault, man. if she doesn’t believe you, then that’s her problem,” johnny, jess’s friend, said.

“it’s not her fault,” jess shook his head.

“you literally are telling her the truth and she’s acting like a b —”

“watch it,” jess glared.

johnny sighed, “look, if anything, she’s letting a good thing get away.”

jess shook his head, running his hands over his face in agony. “i just don’t know what to do to let her believe me.”

“just make love to her,” drew shrugged.

“this isn’t about sex, drew. it has to be special,” jess said.

“what is more special than sex?” drew asked.

“everything,” jess muttered.

“has she called you back yet?” johnny asked.

“no, but she texted me last night saying she wants to break up.”

“did you answer?”

“no,” jess sighed. “i-i don’t know what to say. i don’t want to break up. she’s the love of my life for christ’s sake! i can’t lose her because i yelled at her instead of working it out like adults.”

“jess, this is not your fault, i’m tellin’ you. she was acting all crazy, like girls do,” johnny said.

jess shook his head once more, trying to think of a way to make it up to you. it’s not like it was your fault per se, but he didn’t want to lose you because of your insecurities.

then, an idea lit up the lightbulb above his head.

he got up from the couch, grabbing his coat and keys.

“where are you going?” johnny asked.

“win her heart back,” jess answered before fleeing johnny’s apartment.

“he’s insane,” drew muttered. “if i had the girl of my dreams, i’d do anything for her, too,” johnny sighed.

jess went to the supermarket and bought a bouquet of lilies, your favorite flower. he then went home and grabbed the mixtape he had made you. he had never shown you it as he was waiting to give it to you for your birthday, but he figured there was no better time than now to give it to you.

he drove back to your guys’ apartment. you had been staying there since the lease was in your name. he had moved out for a week and stayed at his friend’s, but tonight he was hoping he could move back in.

he unlocked the door, stumbling in and falling over his own two feet.

“hello, who is — oh, it’s you,” you frowned, standing in the doorway of your bedroom. “did you get my text? i assume you’re here to get the rest of your stuff.”

he shook his head, running over to your cassette and putting in your mixtape.

“hey! what are you doing?” you exclaimed, stomping over to him.

“just one second,” he said.

“you can’t just waltz in here acting like you own the place. you don’t…” your voice faltered as you heard the instrumental opening to louis armstrong’s what a wonderful world.

“wha-what is this?” you asked.

jess turned to you slowly, giving you a warm smile. he held out the bouquet of lilies to you. you took them in shock, putting them up to your nose and smelling them. you smiled at their sweet scent, making jess’s heart soar. it had been so long — too long — since he had seen your smile.

you looked to jess, putting the lilies down on the coffee table.

“what are you doing here?” you asked.

he didn’t say anything. he took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. he slipped his arm around the small of your back and started to sway along to the music.

“i don’t want to dance, jess.” you tried to pull away, but he just pulled you closer.

“please, let me make it up to you,” he begged.

you looked into his eyes. man, did you miss getting lose in those umber eyes. you missed all of him, honestly, so you nodded and relaxed with the music.

the next song started to play, making your heart grow ten times. it was elton john’s your song. it was the song that you and jess had your first dance to.

“i remember this moment,” you whispered, more to yourself than him.

“yeah, me too,” he nodded. “it was our second date and i had the radio on. i had just cooked the worse dinner for you, but you ate it anyways, complimenting my work as you attempted to eat burnt potatoes.”

you giggled, the taste of those burnt potatoes taking over your mouth. “yeah, they were awful.”

“and i remember feeling so awkward and so stupid. why did i agree to cook you dinner? i guess i wanted to impress you. boy, did that plan fail,” he chuckled.

“but then you made up for it by taking my hand and getting me out of my seat. ‘your song’ came on and we danced the whole four minutes and one second,” you said.

he nodded, looking deep into your eyes, making butterflies fly through your chest.

“you looked so beautiful that night,” he said in a whisper.

“i was wearing those ugly brown pants and a blue sweater. it clashed so bad,” you cringed.

“it doesn’t matter what you wear. you always look amazing. just like tonight. i love these pajamas.” he took his eyes off of yours for one second to look at the polar bear pants and tank top you had on.

“thanks. i was just getting ready for bed,” you chuckled.

“glad i came just in time, then.”

“yeah, you have great timing,” you remarked.

“you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

you shrugged, “sometimes it is.”

jess chuckled, not saying another word. unchained melody by the righteous brothers started to play right after elton’s song. you swayed to the music with jess, turning in slow circles to the beat. without really thinking about it, you put your head on jess’s shoulder, breathing in his scent and relaxing into his arms.

your hand came up to his back and you held him close. you closed your eyes, enjoying what you thought would be the last moments of your relationship with him.

“i love this song,” you hummed.

“i know,” jess said. his words vibrated through his chest, sending shivers down your spine as you felt them.

you put your head up as the saxophone sounded. you mouth fell open and you started to laugh.

“what?” jess asked. “y-you have carless whisper on this CD?” you giggled.

“well, it’s a mixtape. what’s wrong with it?” he asked.

you erupted into a fit of giggles. “i thought you hated me after that one time at the ice skating rink. remember? this song was playing with all those kids started making fun of you for falling so much.”

he shrugged with a small smile. “well, i know you like this song.”

you nodded, “that’s true. it’s weird that all these songs are from our memories.”

jess smirked knowingly. “yeah. so weird.”

you looked at him, giving him a confused look. “what? why’d you say it like that?”

he played it off. “say what like what?”

“you were like “so weird”. what am i missing here?”

“nothin’. are you tired?” he asked.

“yeah, i’m exhausted,” you sighed, laying your head back onto his chest. “i stayed up all night working. jill is so incompetent.”

“i’m sorry, baby,” jess said. he placed a sweet, long kiss onto your head.

you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling.

“yeah, it’s fine. she’s getting fired soon.”

“are you going to celebrate when she does?”

“oh, hell yeah,” you nodded.

jess chortled, “mind if i join?”

you sighed, “i don’t know.”

jess stayed quiet, biting his lip so he wouldn’t speak. he had a whole speech he had been calculating in his head the moment he started to dance with you. he wasn’t about to fuck this up.

you didn’t even realize that the song had changed until jess started humming the tune. this time i can’t help falling in love by the famous elvis presley started playing.

“this is my favorite song,” you sighed happily.

“mine, too,” jess agreed. “it’s our song,” you smiled, a little melancholy.

“it can stay our song, you know,” he stated.

you hummed, debating whether or not to say yes. you were unsure of what was happening with your relationship now. you had acted like a paranoid bitch to him the other day and you had been embarrassed about it ever since. that paranoia didn’t leave, though, it just got worse.

there was just something about jess looking at rory at lunch that you couldn’t shake. and maybe your eyes played tricks on you, but you swore you could see it. you swore you could see the look of love on his face, and him denying it made you feel crazy and stupid. you wished you could just forget about it all now, but it was etched deep inside your mind. jess would have to dazzle you to make you believe him.

“i know that you think i’m not over rory,” he started.

it was like he had read your mind.

“i am, y/n. i am over her. i understand how you might feel a little insecure. i mean, when logan was complimenting you and whatnot at the dinner party, i wanted to rip his eyes out. but i know you and trust you. i love you too much to let a man simply flirting with you break what we have.”

“i love you a lot, too,” you mumbled. “i don’t want us to break up over this stupid thing, either. it’s just, i’ve heard a lot about rory from you and your uncle. you both made her out to seem perfect, and she is. i’m scared that one day you’ll think that i’m not enough and go after her and think she is.”

he listened to every word you said, hanging on to them and processing them. this was the first time you had opened up to him on the subject. you were almost as bad as him at talking about your feelings he was thankful you decided to speak your truth tonight.

“luke adores rory. everyone in that god forsaken town does. she’s their pride and joy, so don’t listen to him, but listen to me, okay?”

you lifted your head, facing him. you nodded, waiting nervously for him to speak.

“i did love rory. the story i told today was about her and me. she was my first love, admittedly. i know you hate to hear that, but it’s true. i don’t want to just sugarcoat stuff and act like what you were saying earlier was wrong, because it wasn’t. i did love rory. i was very much in love with rory. it took me a little while to get over her. i even tried to get her back a couple of years after we broke up. but i saw that she was happy with logan, and you know what? that was all i needed to get over her,” he explained.

he was right. you didn’t like hearing about this, but you had a feeling you would like the end of his speech. so you didn’t interrupt him or anything. you listened intently.

“then, three years later i met you. and man, were you something else,” jess chuckled. “you were always two steps ahead in making moves. you were so assertive and confident, i’ll be honest, i was so intimidated. i told johnny and drew how amazing you were every night, how lucky i was that you even looked in my direction. and when you kissed me the night after the first date, i was in. i think you knew that, too.”

you smiled sheepishly, nodding in admittance. “i did.”

he smiled back, holding your hand a little tighter with these next words.

“i am so in love with you, y/n. that look you saw me give rory, that was merely just my body reacting to the fact that i do love rory, i always will, but i’m not in love with her. but let me tell you,” he licked his lips, looking you straight in the eyes. “you are enough. you are so much more than enough. you are crazy smart, witty as hell, so supportive, sexy, confident, equally as horrible at cooking as i am. and you are just a sight for sore eyes. that’s the cherry on top.”

you smiled, your heart bursting at his words.

“please believe me, baby. as whitney houston said, “i will always love you.” he sang the words horribly, but tried his best nonetheless.

you couldn’t help but laugh. you nodded furiously. “i believe you.”

“thank you. i promise i will spend every minute of every day proving you are enough.”

“you don’t have to do that,” you smiled. “you’d like it though, wouldn’t you?” he smirked.

“i would,” you admitted.

“i love you so much, y/n. i will never get tired of saying that,” he said.

“i love you, too, lover boy,” you said, leaning in and pressing your lips go his.

you two swayed to the beat of the whitney houston song, kissing each other tenderly, as though it was your first kiss.

jess’s voice started to talk on the mixtape, surprising the both of you.

“happy birthday, my love. i hope you like this mixtape i made for you of all our songs. you deserve it.”

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