#love hate relationship

[eveningepiphany]

go with it | H.S oneshot

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summary: your ex boyfriend— someone you never want to talk to again— is searching for you at a party. trying to do anything to deter him or get away, you spot harry, and a plan comes to fruition.

warnings: cheating ex, surprise kiss, sexual tension, partial mentions of sexual stuff, love/hate relationship, protective! h, fluff, cuddling and lots of kissing

a/n: I’m sorry but this gif actually has me in a chokehold. his jawline, his chewing, his FROWN. literally melting 🫠

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There was never a day you thought you’d be b-lining to Harry of all people.

Especially not with the intention of once getting there, that you would be slamming your lips against his.

However, you already know you’d rather face a pit of blood-thirsty snakes then be forced into a conversation with your asshole of an ex boyfriend.

Who you know is currently seeking you out, because when you’d caught glimpse of him scouring the groups of people inside the kitchen, after coming back from the bathroom— your stomach dropped, and someone tapped your shoulder.

“He’s your ex, right?” The girl had said this with a light scrunch of her nose as she looked over to him. Her face riddled with a sense of disgust you couldn’t relate to more If you tried.

You had nodded, to which she replied, “Well, he’s asking everyone if you’re here and where you are. Going by his personality I’m assuming you’re gonna want to avoid that.”

You’d never wanted to hug someone more then her in that moment.

At the information she’d so kindly shared with you, your first priority was getting out of the house.

The front door wasn’t an option since he is near the only hallway that leads it it. So out through the back patio, where a smaller group of people were mingling by the fire, was easily your best option.

You knew this was where he’d be likely looking next, so you ran out the door. Unsure if you are about to just find a way to jump the fence and make your escape or…

Either way, you knew if he managed to talk to you, you’d be getting an unwanted earful of advances.

He’d beg with his nasally voice for you to give him a chance, and then go on about the same bitter ending you’d both faced. To his own fault, of course.

He was talking to multiple other girls over the damn state while you were together. And once you found out, it confirmed your outlook on his person.

He of course was charming and nice at first. But it was almost in a sleazy way when you think back to it. He’d yelled at you when you bought up his adulterous habits, and you never looked back after that.

Once you were outside, you were considering your options, but you spotted a person on the other side of the decking.

The second your eyes locked on Harry, it was a done deal.

If you were to seem like you were in another relationship, he would be much more likely to back off. Much more likely to never contact or try to find you again.

He was petrified of other men. Always felt so inferior around them. So this would be perfect, if you could just make it work.

All your past with him fell from the forefront of your mind as you practically ran in his direction. Maybe you had argued countless times over college projects and he could be a bit of an ass, but you still knew you could trust him.

He was leaned against the wooden beam of the patio, skin casted with a warm glow from the fire a few feet away, down on the grass.

He had a signature frown. One that creased between his brows and pouted his pink lips. Creating his almost intimidating persona. Protective in a perfect way.

“Harry.” You state frantically, moving at a pace you’re not used to, shoes hitting the wooden decking hastily.

His scowl deepened as he heard his name, being pulled from his intense train of thought.

“What—” He looks honestly pissed off, but when his gaze snaps to you, it softens a tiny bit. Still annoyed, but just a sliver less.

Also confused at your frantic and rapidly approaching frame, which is now suddenly breaching the usual metre-wide distance you both would maintain on any other day.

“Y/N? What are you—“

You plant your hands on the side of his face, and the look of surprise in his eyes is evident.

His cheeks are warm and smooth under your palms, “I need you to just go with this okay? Can you do that for me?”

He is struggling to make sense of the situation, let alone get a sentence out without being interrupted.

“What do you—“

“I— I’ll explain later just—“ you take a final glance over your shoulder, and see your ex inside still, but seemingly headed for the sliding door to come outside.

This drives the final surge of adrenaline you need to tug his face to yours, melding your lips together. His are puckered in tense shock, and a noise of surprise sounds from the back of his throat.

His hands jump to your hips, gripping them like he’s not sure whether to pull you closer, or push you away.

Your mouth moves against his, and he reciprocates with a sense of hesitation.

His own brain is in absolute overdrive. The interaction far to short to go from being people who merely tolerate one another to people who are currently kissing.

And somewhere inside of him he acknowledges the feeling of how warm your lips are pressed to his.

He senses your urgency now though, hands tensing around his jaw at the sound of the access door getting slid open.

Parting his lips, he impulsively drags his tongue over your bottom lip. You sigh a sound of almost gratefulness at his action.

Harry turns his body swiftly, pressing your back into the railing, his lips moving harder against yours.

“Y/N! Are you bloody out here?” A grating voice sounds, and he quickly picks up the pieces of the story he was missing.

The voice also pulls him out of the half trance he’d gotten himself in. Your mouth so warm, he genuinely forgot his own name for a second.

One of your hands slide down to the neck of his black shirt, securing it in an anxious grip.

The pace quickly picks up, him plastering himself to you as close as physically possible. Clashing mouths as he shadows your body with his.

“Oi, mate!” He ignores the yell, and is met with the footsteps of this guy coming closer.

“Have you seen—“

Harry pulls from your mouth, turning his head to look at the dickhead who you’re clearly attempting to get away from. And who just hypothetically interrupted someone’s makeout session— which is just fucking rude anyway.

“Do I look like I have?” Harry scowls, an angry tone over his voice.

The guy frowns, an ugly look casting upon his features, he steps closer, “No need to be a fucking di—“

He moved just close enough to see you, frowning, making sense that you were just essentially making out with someone, “Y/N I—“

“Can you fuck off? We’re in the middle of something here, that you’ve just so kindly interrupted. Read the room you twat.” His sentences come out harsh, and it’s clear he means it.

Your ex tries his luck a final time, “look I just want to talk with—“

And Harry interjects it again, “She’s not interested.”

You stay quiet, and at this he gets a disgusted look. It appalls you that he thinks you owe him anything.

There’s a stare down between the two men. But you can see in his face he’s intimidated. Also humiliated, that you’ve seemingly moved on with someone else, and that he’s clearly got no shot at winning you back.

“Fucking ass.” He hisses, and turns around, storming down the patio and back inside.

Harry turns back to you, shielding your frame with his. A sigh of relief passes through you.

You look a little shaken up, and he loosens the grip he has on you slightly. Both your lips still puffed and shining from the exchange you unexpectedly shared.

“Thank you…” you pant out, not sure if you’re out of breath from the situation or because of Harry.

The reality of what just happened comes pelting down on you both.

And it’s quiet a moment as you both clock over in your brains that you just practically made out. It takes a second for him to break the silence,

“So, stalker? Ex? Random guy who can’t take no for an answer?” He quizzes.

Feeling embarrassed, you purse your lips— but are able to to taste the remnants of his own mouth on yours. “Ex.”

“Ex?”

You nod.

“You sound surprised. Didn’t you think I could land anyone?” You scoff, trying desperately to bring back the usual snarky vibe between the two of you.

“No, not at all. Just that he was clearly batting above his level. He was a proper dickhead, and that’s rich when it’s compared to you.” You thank god he plays back into your banter.

But he pries further, “What exactly did he do to you?”

“Long story.” You attempt to brush it off, but he has none of it.

“Love, y’just came over here and slammed your bloody mouth over mine, and now you’re not going to tell me why?”

“But—“

“No,” he interrupts, still very close to you as he shakes his head, “No buts. Y’said you’d explain after.”

A sigh rattles out of you, feeling a little pathetic you’re telling Harry you got cheated on.

“He cheated on me. Like with multiple girls.”

To this, his face immediately drops.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Unfortunately.”

He fights the overwhelming urge to go hunt him down and lay a hand into the side of his fucking face. An absolute scumbag.

“What a pathetic excuse for a man.” He scoffs, “Lucky to have even got a pretty girl like you, and he blew it.”

You flush, another brief wave of quiet falling over the two of you. His compliments throwing you.

You quietly speak again, “I’m sorry about the… kiss. Didn’t really get as much consent as I’d have liked.”

You did feel guilty, you don’t usually go forcing your mouth onto unsuspecting men.

“No, it’s okay. You did it for a reason.” He shakes his head at your apology, and in all honesty, he enjoyed it.

Somehow it meant more than many of his others have. And he can’t quite pinpoint why.

“I… I carpooled here so, I think I’m gonna call an Uber and go home ‘cause…”

You had no interest in sticking around, incase your ex comes back— and you don’t want to spend the rest of your night glued to Harry’s side, because you doubt he’d want that.

“You’re not catching an Uber home.” He scoffs aloud, fishing his keys from his back pocket, “I’ve only had one drink, I’ll be fine to drive, so I’ll take you.”

“Harry, no. You’ve already done plenty for me tonight, I’ll be fine—“

He grabs at your hand, lacing them together and beginning to walk you down the patio.

“I’m driving you home.” He states, leading the you inside.

He clutched your hand tight, eyes forward and uncaring of the heads that had turned your way.

You on the other hand had burned up at the curious— and quickly jealous— eyes.

Harry was by no means a whore. There were plenty of rumours of him sleeping with certain girls. Mostly outlandish stories that eventually fizzled out to nothing.

He’d had a few girlfriends here and there, but it’d been a while since. And he’s maybe had one actual fling over the last couple months.

It just seemed he was harder to get. And many women tried their luck around the school. Yet to no avail.

You cast your sight down, walking behind him out the front door. Relishing in the quiet surroundings of the front lawn, free of prying glares.

He unlocked his car that was parked on the side of the road, and he opens the side door for you to get in. Chivalry mustn’t be dead.

Once you’re both in the car, you fight the urge to say again that he really doesn’t have to take you, because it’s clear there is no other option on his end.

So instead, you let out a tiny thank you, and he nods while starting the car.

However, your self restraint only branches so far— matter-of-fact, you weren’t even out of the street— before you blurt out, “Everyone was staring.”

He veers his gaze momentarily to you, then flicking it back to the road. Silence stretches a moment, and he recalls the heat of your lips pressed to yours with no real prompt.

And when he thinks of it, the image doesn’t leave his head. It unwillingly transpires, into something that bubbles into the pit of his stomach.

He had to blink it away, grounding himself when he hears your nervous swallow.

“I— what?” He’s confused at what you mean, while you kissed? When you walked out?

“When we walked out.” You reply, and he makes sense of what you’re talking about.

“People will always stare. They’re nosey.”

“I know.”

There’s another breath of silence, until he laughs, so suddenly that it almost makes you jump.

“Where am I going?” He asks, still chuckling as he realises he’s literally just driving aimlessly.

“Oh.” You sputter out a laugh as well, rattling off the side of town he needs to start driving to.

You wish you had more to say to him. That’s conversation usually flowed easily— filled with the sarcastic retorts it usually is. But now all that sat between you was a thick, hot slab of tension.

It wasn’t bad— not by any means— but it was easy to tell both of you were stuck in your own head. And you fear you’ve fashioned a permanent problem between the two of you.

Your voice only cut through the quiet once you were a few blocks away from your house.

He hummed acknowledgements to your each set of directions, and before you knew it, you were pointing out your house to him.

As his car pulled to a stop in the driveway, he didn’t hesitate to turn off the engine and get out.

Confused, you follow suit anyway, but wondered if he was about to walk you to your door.

And you weren’t wrong. Somehow, the guy who seems hardly like a gentleman, is waiting to walk the maybe 15 steps with you from his car to your front door.

You get your keys from your small bag, looking at him with an undeniably curious gaze as you meet his side.

He follows in sync by your side, hands in pockets. All the way up the patio steps, and he falls to a stop when you do, still next to you.

“Thank you for driving me home…” you smile, and can feel an unwilling red colouring spread over your cheeks.

“Was nothin’. Glad you’re home safe.”

“Were you seriously worried about me?” You frown, yet it’s undeniably endearing his concern for you.

A tiny scoff sounds from him, “Obviously?”

“That fuckin’ twat of an ex you have hardly seems like a good person. And who’s t’say he wouldn’t follow you home from that party and…” he stares off in thought, jaw clenching.

“Harry.” You state, stepping forward, wrapping a single hand around his wrist.

“Thank you.”

His distant gaze was snapped away at your touch. He’s never really considered himself an overly violent person, but your ex was easily about to change that.

And he hardly can pinpoint why. Or not yet.

The only thing he knows he wants to do again in sudden clarity, is kiss you. It almost shocks him, because he hasn’t felt an urge as strong as this in forever.

“Can— I need you to just go with this.” He mutters, being the one now very suddenly invading the gap between you both.

He’s mimicking what you said when you kissed him, yet you don’t realise “I’ll explain later.”

His hand cups the side of your jaw, and he leans to brush his lips against yours, a breath of relief fanning out his nose after finally feeling the contact.

You’re stood on your porch, and Harry is kissing you.

And somehow you’re all the sudden kissing him back.

Not because there’s someone you’re running from. Not because you have to. Because you want to.

He pulls you closer to him, allowing his teeth to graze your lower lip. Causing your hands to card through the hair at the nape of his neck.

You both play a back and forth game. Full of lips against tongue and tongue against teeth.

Until you’re both panting and running out of new places to map out with your hands.

“Care to explain?” You retort gently, stricken of breath.

He hums in the back of his throat, barley a rumble as he trails his mouth along your jaw, and down to the base of your neck.

“Is this enough of an answer?” He asks, sucking the skin between your two collarbones between his teeth.

Your knees almost give out at the sensation, and even the pressure behind his harsh mouth.

A near whimper comes from you, and he licks over the slightly bruised spot before he pulls back.

He cocks an eyebrow, expectant of your answer, despite having such a skilled mouth you’re pretty sure you forgot your own name for a second there.

“I— yes. That was… plenty.” You nod.

“Did it because I wanted to, and y’have an incredibly hot little mouth.” He provides anyway, a laugh coming from him as he pecks your cheek. All gentle, all loving.

You’re lacking for words completely, and can only lean your head against his broad chest. Unsure what exactly you’ve sparked between the two of you this evening, but simultaneously not caring of the future right now.

“I’m also probably not going to be able to stop thinking about it…” he whispers.

“Stay.” You blurt out, and then clarify a few seconds later, “The night.”

He chuckles at this, “Are you trying to get in bed with me now? Moving very quickly, sweetheart.”

You flush, “Not everything is about sex, you fucking addict.”

“So you were inviting me to stay the night so we could cuddle?”

“I was.” You affirm, despite not being opposed to his idea either.

Grabbing his hand, you lead him to your front door. Unlocking it and making quick work of sneaking him inside without the one of your three lovely housemates hearing.

All the others were luckily out at varying parties, and the only girl still home— Grace— sleeps like a log.

“You seem like a bit of a professional at sneaking people in.” He smirks, kicking his shoes off and leaving them in the corner of your room.

With only the lamp turned on, he’s lit with a warm glow, and he looks beautiful.

“Comes naturally when you live with housemates that are like your best friends. They wanna know everything.” You go to your cupboard, pulling out a jumper to change into.

He watches as you pull it over your head, yet managing to unclip your top and bra off underneath it.

“Impressive.” He nods at your easy change.

“I’m taking my pants off.” You state, “and not in a sexual way, perv.”

He lets out a defensive laugh, “I’m not a perv! You’re the one stripping off.”

You unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your legs to change over to sweatpants. His gaze strays around your room and you smile at his respectfulness.

Once you’re changed, you sit on the edge of your bed.

You lock eyes, and he gives a sly smile, not waiting to tug his shirt over his head and unbutton his own jeans.

You cover your eyes, sarcastically scoffing, “yea well, I didn’t plan on getting fully naked, but you go right ahead.”

“No different if we went swimming, darling. Still have my underwear on.”

You don’t get to reply as his hands tap your knee, “Budge up.”

You uncover your eyes, being met with his toned chest and calvin klein briefs.

Obliging silently, as he gets under the covers with you. The two of you rearrange until you’re comfortable.

Your head perched on his side as you cuddle into him, arm over his abdomen. His own arm curled underneath you.

“This is… an awfully weird situation we’ve ended up in.” You laugh. Because you’re cuddling in your bed right now, and if you told yourself even yesterday that would be happening, there no way in hell you would have taken it seriously.

“Guess it is.” He shrugs, turned his head to look down at yours.

“Still hate your guts.” You whisper.

“Mm, i don’t think I ever even hated you.” He muses.

You laugh, “Is that so?”

“Seriously,” he nods, “you’re too pretty. And even though you’re annoying, and can’t admit when you get a project question wrong, i think I have a little bit of a soft spot for you.”

“Gross.” You say, but he can hear in your tone— and the way it nearly shakes— that you actually are a little worked up over his minor confession.

“Cmon, you can’t even admit you like me a tiny bit?”

You shake your head, blushing profusely as you try to hide it.

He tugs you further up, so he can look at you properly, “You’re blushing though. Like you always seem to do when I get a bit sappy. Which is my most recent observation of you.”

He doesn’t let you respond as he presses another kiss to your lips again. And you smile into it unwillingly.

He pulls away mid-kiss, letting you whine a little at the abrupt ending to it.

“Admit it, and we can keep kissing.” He says, and it draws an eye-roll from you.

But he somehow knows it will work, because you quickly crack under his ultimatum, “Fine! Yes. I like you— just a little bit.”

To your response he laughs, murmuring against your lips, “I’ll take it, I suppose.”

He presses another kiss against you, and you press back again.

It becomes another makeout session, but despite being the third one of the night, it’s the first time hands can skate against mostly bare skin.

Which his own palms find their way under your jumper, and one cups gently at your breast, flicking over your nipple while his tongue dips into your mouth.

That’s as far as it goes for tonight though.

He kneads the flesh there softly, until you’re panting into his mouth with a heat budding between your legs.

Somehow there’s an unspoken not tonight agreement.

And you know that despite how needy you feel for him, it’s definitely for the best. And you’re still shocked you made it this far with him.

You roll into him further, chest rising and falling quickly as you sigh out to him, “I lied.”

“When?” He sounds completely unconcerned, despite your risky sentence starter.

“Before, when I said I only liked you a little bit.”

He chuckles at your response, “How was that a lie, hm?”

“I like you more than a little bit.”

“You’re sweet, darling.” He strokes his thumb against your ribcage, “so do I.”

To this you smiled. Eyes growing heavy at his rhythmic touches and soothing voice.

And his gentle words are the last that you hear before you fall asleep against his chest.

Both filled with a warmth you haven’t felt in a long time.

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How to write a love-hate relationship

A love-hate relationship can be summed up with: 'Can't live with them, can't live without them.'

It's a relationship filled with strong emotions, where both participants seek each other out, but then fight about it.

Types of love-hate relationships

There are different types that can have a love-hate relationship: It can turn into a romantic relationship where the love-hate aspect creates a sexual tension between the characters. Or it can be a platonic relationship where a lot of bickering is involved, but also a lot of love for each other.

Examples:

siblings who always fight with each other, but also for each other

academic rivals that want to be the best, but also enjoy the competition with each other

a criminal and a police officer who are always on opposite sides, but have a deep respect for each other

the MC's best friends, who always fight for the MC's attention, but become best friends themselves in the process

From hate to love

In romance stories, love-hate relationships often turn from hate to love between the characters. To write this you need to think about the reason for the hate at first. Why do they dislike each other? Is it because of an event that took place? Something the other person did? Something they heard about that person? Or is it a character flaw they dislike about them?

After finding the reason behind the hate, you can now work on solving that problem. If it's an event or something they did, there can be an apology or a talk about a misunderstanding. If it's a character flaw they can work on themself or the other person starts to see that it's actually not a flaw, but something they start to like about that person.

You basically need to soften the interactions between both characters until they are ready to admit their love for each other. These interactions can become a humorous point in your story with a lot of banter.

Toxic relationships

It can be in the nature of a love-hate relationship to be toxic. The 'can't live with them, can't live without them' aspect creates a situation where the characters will be at each other's throats all the time, but they just can't leave the relationship. If you want your reader to read a more romantic, cute love-hate relationship, try to stay away from actual physical, psychological and verbal abuse. If they do something more than just banter, write how they realize their mistake and apologize and how they better themselves.

More:

Love-hate relationship prompts

How to write witty banter

Academic rivals ideas

Siblings Prompts

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Hate Means Love Ch.3

Jenna Ortega x Male Character

Summary: Jenna Ortega shares a house with her roommate's, one of them being a male she can't stand, in other words, hates. He loves to tease and feed her hatred just to watch her for his pleasure (wink wink).

Warnings: Smut, LOTS OF IT, Cursing, Bondage, Fluff, and of course my bad writing.

Jenna's POV.

Here I lay, letting Andre of all people, hover over me and strip my clothes from my body.

"I'll be right back." Andre says sitting up walking out of my room. He comes back in and in the dim moonlight I can see something in his hands, but I couldn't quite make it out.

"What is that?" I ask sitting up looking at him.

"Here, I'll show you." He says walking over to me.

He quickly flips me over onto my stomach making me yelp from shock, he leans down to my ear, feeling the warmth of his breath. "It's a tie, just for you." He says with a faint chuckle.

"What could a tie possi-" I'm cut off by him yanking my arms behind my back and tying the tie around my wrist, not too tight but tight enough to not be able to free my hands.

He hovers over me, kissing a trail from my lower back all the way up to my ear.

"You ready?" He asks before planting another kiss to my back.

All I could do was quickly nod my head as I was more than ready after the stupid teasing bullshit he put me through for 2 days. He gently slides my thongs over my ass and down my legs and before I could process anything I feel his tip glide through my wet lips that have been begging for his entrance. I exhale loudly as my body shakes in anticipation.

Andre's POV.

All the bitchiness, stupid arguments, her petty acts, all that is what I'm going to take into account while I fuck the shit out of her. I place my hand on the tie and yank her to make her back arch backwards before I slam myself into her. She lets out a moaning scream that I'd never thought I'd hear from her, but holy fuck was it hot. I continue to pound myself in and out of her throwing my head back and breathing heavy as this was the best sex I have ever had, and I've had lots of sex. I don't know if it because it's with Jenna, or all the sexual frustration we have for each other, but I never want to pull out. I slam her back down on her stomach and lay on top of her pressing all of me inside of her, reaching my hand around her face to shove my finger in her mouth.

"And..Andre, slow..slow down its too much." I hear Jenna struggle to say through her moans. I pull all the way out of her making myself groan and her whimper, wanting me back inside her. I untie the tie from her hands and flip her around on her back. I stand above her peering into her eyes as I watch her naked chest heave up and down.

"Hurry up and fuck me." She says opening her legs for me to crawl between them.

I place my arms on each side of her head and lean down to nibble on her hard pink nipples, making her suck her breath in quickly. I reach my hand down to my dick and guide myself to be back inside her, I slowly start with just the tip, inching myself in inch by inch. She wraps her legs around my waist tightly holding me there in her grip. I start pounding myself in and out as she's leaving deep cuts on my back from her nails, and I can't do anything but grin at her. The warmth and wetness of her could make me do nothing but groan "fuck" over and over as I'm reaching my climax. I speed up more and more and all you can hear is the sound of skin clapping along with Jenna loudly moaning and screaming. I try to pull out of Jenna, as I'm about to cum, but her legs are still holding me tightly inside her.

"Jen..Jenna let go, I'm about to fin...fuck you feel so good, Jenna let go so I can pull out." I say trying to unwrap her legs but it's no use, Jenna replies with "No." and before I can even respond I'm throwing my head back cumming inside her, followed with a moan from Jenna as she reached her climax. I pull out of her and plop next to her on the bed, pulling the blanket up to cover my lower half.

Jenna's POV.

I awaken by the bright rays of the sun blinding my eyes through my shut eye lids, forgetting to close my blinds the night before being my biggest regret. I grab my phone to check the time and see its already noon, a long dragged-out groan exhales from my mouth as I force myself to sit up and get ready for the day. After taking a quick shower and throwing on a peach-colored crop top and some spandex shorts, being I was only going to be in the house for the day, I made my way to the kitchen to get some food. As I dig in the fridge for anything that looks good, my mind constantly keeps replaying last night's activity's, making me smile from ear to ear. It was my first-time having sex in almost a year and it was the best thing I've ever had, and I think having sex with Andre made it that much better. Andre is so damn big too I mean da-

"Uhm the fridge is beeping; can you close it?" Andre says cutting me out of my thoughts.

"Oh shit, I...I didn't even realize. Sorry, I forgot it does that when you have it open to long." I say awkwardly, quickly closing the fridge.

He gives me a small grin walking behind me and opening the fridge, reaching in to grab himself a drink. I can help but stare him as he goes about his business digging in the cabinets for food, staring at his every muscle that moves on his shirtless body.

"You can touch me, I don't bite." He says leaning against the counter placing his hand on each side of the counter.

"I think we both know where that will lead, and I didn't really plan on my day going to having sex with you." I lie through my teeth to him.

He laughs walking towards me before stopping right Infront of me. "How are you still so spicy after how I treated you last night?" He questions with a smile.

"Maybe I didn't get enough, or I just really hate you." I say testing him to see what he would say. But that's where I was wrong, because he didn't say anything, instead he picked me up and plopped me on the counter placing his arms on each side of my thighs.

"Okay, I'm down lets- Andre cuts me off yanking my top off and throwing it to the floor, followed by my shorts and underwear, dragging my body to the edge of the counter before putting himself inside me and begins railing me. He's fucking me so hard I can't. control my own limbs, yelling at the top of my lungs in pleasure, shit is falling off the shelves, bowls and plates falling from the cabinets, breaking as they hit the floor. His grunting in my ear is making me feral, I didn't know what came over me but told him "Let's go to the couch." He lifts me off the counter still inside me making every small, or big movement feel so fucking good. We get to the couch, and I slam him back into the couch making him sit as I climb on top of him and began to go crazy, feeling every inch of him go in and out of me as I move at a slow rhythm.

"fucckkk." a deep slow grunt comes out of his mouth and that's when I knew he was about to finish. I pick my pace up, riding him faster and harder as he grips my ass for support as he unleashes his cum inside of me. We lay there for a second, both of us trying to chase our breath like a runaway dog as I still sit on top of him, with him inside me. He gently lowers me onto the couch next to him, painfully pulling out making me gasp at the emptiness.

"I could get used to this ya know?" He says with a smile, looking me deep in my eyes.

"Could you?" I tease back, giving him a smile.

A/N: I KNOW I KNOW!! THE UPDATE TOOK FOREVER AND IM SORRY!! college is a pain in the ass and I've been so busy because of it, anyways I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! :)

#jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x male reader #jenna ortega x reader #love hate relationship #smut #jenna ortega x you #millers girl #netflix wednesday #emma myers

[local-cringe-writer]

Sanji and Zoro 🍳⚔

🍳: "I hate you."

⚔: "yeah, me too."

"Do you think that we'd hate eachother in every universe?"

"..Yeah, I think so."

#aesthetic #one piece #OP #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #sanji and zoro #one piece moodboard #fandom moodboard #zosan #love hate relationship

[kay-i]

#aeriseph #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy #sephiroth x aerith #aerith gainsborough #aeris gainsborough #sephiroth #ff7 advent children #ffvii advent children #ff7 aerith #ff7 sephiroth #ship dymanics #love hate relationship #enemies to lovers

[hurtcomfortguaranteed]

All the best Avon and Blake whump/bromance moments leading up to that climactic admission of trust across the first two seasons of Blake's 7.

#blake's 7 #blake's seven #whump #bromance whump #worry #bromance #protective #gunshot wound #funky space bandage #frienemies #love hate relationship #kerr avon #roj blake #gareth thomas #paul darrow #vintage whump

[justhappytobehere05]

Literally got whiplash from how fast that mood changed

#cr spoilers #c3e51 #rollercoaster of emotions #love hate relationship #my heart can't take it #liam obrien #laura bailey #the twins #is it thursday yet #critical role

[depressedgaywriting]

43

"You're a bad person." Hero whispered.

"So are you." Villain said softly, pressing their face into Hero's hair. "It's neither of our faults."

Hero let their face drift closer to the Villain's neck. They wanted to feel again, so badly. They wanted to throw themselves against them, to fall from their tightrope and just feel the exhilaration of anything other than endlessly balancing. "Villain, please."

Villain hummed into their hair. "You can step back." they said, bending so their lips brushed Hero's ear. "If you like."

Hero felt like they were going to collapse. They might have preferred that, to put some distance between themselves and Villain. "Villain..." They were almost ashamed of how breathy their voice came out sounding. "Please."

"I can leave if you want." they whispered, pulling back to let their eyes meet Hero's. "Just say the word."

Hero let their head fall to rest on Villain's shoulder. "Don't be cruel." They closed their eyes, savouring every breath they took.

"What was that, my love?" Their hands were soft on Hero's waist, holding them carefully, as if they were made of glass.

"I'm yours." they whispered. There was a sort of relief to saying it out loud, even if they felt like their voice was going to shatter with the weight of it. "So please," they drew in a shuddering breath, "don't be cruel."

#NOT A PROMPT #oof dug this one out of my drafts #so much writers block rn #love hate relationship #not a prompt #hero x villain #villain x hero #writing #my writing #angst #fantasy #fiction #enemies to lovers #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #writers #writers block #villains and heroes #heroes and villains

[neteyamsyawntu]

And So She Danced with Death

Dark!Neteyam x Na’vi! Reader fic

👉Chapter 2

Disclaimer!: All canon characters in ATWOW that appear in ASSDWD are all aged up by 5 years.

Synopsis: You are mated to Neteyam before his death and the impact it had on you was catastrophic. Your entire world had shattered, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to dwell on mourning, making it an obligation to your deceased mate to take up his role in watch after his siblings. After a first RDA raid on Awa’atlu, Neteyam has been resurrected by the RDA now being mind controlled to fight against his family and you. After your first encounter seeing Neteyam back from the dead, you know that he isn’t his true self… maybe there is a way to bring him back.

WARNINGS: angst, SOO much angst, choking, mentions of death, near death experience, evil Neteyam

(I wrote this up on my iPhone so I apologize if the spacing between paragraphs is a lil wonky)

A piercing ring filled your ears, your vision slowly coming back into focus as you took in the sight of Awa’atlu ablaze. You blinked rapidly wondering if maybe your eyes had betrayed you, not wanting to believe the reality you were in, when the sound of screams began to materialize in your ears along side a muffled voice that seemed close by. With a sudden tug at your bicep, you whirl your head around to see Neytiri frantically trying to pull you up, Tuktirey cradled against her chest.That’s when it all became clear. This nightmare was real, and if you didn’t act fast you would die.

Finally realizing Neytiri’s voice screaming for you to move lit a instant fire in you to get your family to safety. You sprung to your feet, grasping onto Neytiri’s shoulder for support steadying your balance, “Come child! Come!” She pleaded, tugging you along. Ahead of you, Metkayina na’vi were frantically gathering their families and diving into the ocean for protection to get as far away from the flames as possible. You noticed amongst the commotion was Lo’ak guiding Kiri, Tsireya, and her family away from their burning home. Your eyes quickly looked behind you as you pulled away from Neytiri’s grasp, scanning the burning marui for any sign of Jake or Spider, who you had noticed wasn’t in the retreating group. You then spotted an air ship hovering above the water, which seemingly had been the one to deploy the attack on Awa’atlu. Jake must be there. “Y/N we must go!” Neytiri yelled to you attempting to grab your arm once more, to which you ducked grabbing a discarded spear near by. “Go, get yourself and Tuk out of here! I will go help Jake”and with that you take off toward the ship dodging debris and corpses of fallen na’vi. As you neared closer to the ship you spotted Jake, taking cover under what looked to be a broken bridge to one of the marui. As you neared closer you heard a familiar voice and immediately ducked for cover. It was him, Quaritch the leader of the recoms, “Come on Jake you know you can’t hide forever, I think we both remember last time you didn’t follow my instructions… still a shame about what happened to your boy” the faux na’vi sneered, cockiness dripping in his words. You grimaced, ears falling flat against your head as scenes from that day flashed in your mind. Neteyam, your mate, the life draining from his eyes as you held his face in your hands, trembling and sobbing uncontrollably.

Taking in a shaky breath you readied yourself to move forward, making eye contact with Jake signaling your intent. He nodded back to you, a pained expression on his face as he recalled his own events of that day. Clearing your mind of any distraction you surveyed the area for more weapons, to which you noted 2 more spears and a cross bow, abandoned in the sand. Taking one final breath and acknowledging Jake’s approval you lunged from behind cover and chucked the spear in Quaritch’s direction, aiming for his chest. Almost a near perfect hit, when he dodged last minute, missing your mark entirely. With a hiss you pick up the cross bow and gathered as many arrows as you could, taking cover behind debris while Jake made his own charge, firing his gun at his target, before following your lead and taking refuge behind another piece of debris. You huffed aiming your cross bow in the same direction as before and firing a shot that skimmed the enemy’s bicep creating a deep gash in the muscle. With an agonized holler Quaritch grabbed his arm, dipping to take his own cover. Quaritch commanded something over his radio, scooting himself further into cover. You took this time to move closer lifting the cross bow to strike once more. Before you had a chance to pull the trigger, a metallic arrow shot past your head with an audible woosh.

Shaking off the shock quickly you step back and aim your cross bow at the offender. That was the moment your blood ran cold. You immediately began to feel an ice cold sweat start to infest your body, fighting against the heat of the flames around you. There at the entrance of the air ship, tail lifted high into the air in defiance, muscles flexed as his body readied for another strike, braided hair shaping his strong face. It couldn’t be, your eyes must be playing tricks on you, but then you noticed his own eyes staring into you, the same deep gold that mesmerized you so effortlessly. Yet they were not the same. Something was off. Those once soft eyes you held so dearly, now burned holes into you as if they were made of fire themself. His brow bone bore a heavy shadow over his eyes his nostrils flared. Your eyes then drifted to his lips, although most of his face was hidden by the strung bow, you could see his lips were pulled into a thin line. The same face he’d make when he was deep in focus, but it was furious. You’d never seen so much anger emitted from this… thing in your life. You knew that whatever it was, it wasn’t your mate. He was gone and dead. Whatever this demon was, it wasn’t your Teyam… it couldn’t be.

“Well I see you’ve met our newest recruit” you heard the same snide voice from your peripheral, “although I don’t think any real introduction is in order. Why don’t you come out and see your family, boy” with his bow still drawn, the phantom slowly made his way down the ramp, his eyes never leaving yours, “Neteyam?!” Jake called out as confusion and concern painted his features. This was the one thing that took the demon’s look away from you as he now aimed his weapon at his father, “Not expecting to see me were you father? It has been a while” he spoke with a low growl. Fury pouring off his tongue, but why you didn’t understand. If this really was Neteyam why would he be holding his father at ‘gun point’, eager to fire his weapon. “What did you do to my son?” Jake grimaced turning his attention to Quaritch who had now stood up to his full height, stepping next to Neteyam, “oh well isn’t it obvious? We patched him up. Times have changed Jake, you’d be amazed at what technology can do now. Even brining back old faces” he finished, patting Neteyam on the shoulder who didn’t even flinch at the contact. “Ma’Teyam…” you whispered to yourself in disbelief, loud enough for the clone to catch, causing his ear to twitch in your direction. Quaritch eyed you with a smirk then leaned into Neteyam’s ear, “that’s your woman right? Why not go say hi to your lover?” He mused before leaning away and crossing his arms. Neteyam eyed Jake before lowering his weapon, slowly shifting to make his way to you. Your heart clenched as you finally noticed the scar on his chest from the bullet wound. How? How had they managed to save him from something so fatal? You raised your cross bow higher as he drew near, he raised his hands a bit in surrender, “yawne..” he hummed longingly, yet you didn’t fail to notice his eyes were still glazed over in anger “DONT call me that!” You spat, as a tear emerged from the corner of your eye. You cursed yourself as you began to tremble at his presence, “you are not my mate, you cannot be him!” You hissed. Neteyam clicked his tongue as he inches closer to you, “my love I’ve missed you, please” he begged, a pinch of sincerity in his voice almost making him sound believable… if it weren’t for those eyes. “KEHE!(get back)” You ordered as you inched your finger over the trigger of the crossbow, but it was too late, he was too close now.

Neteyam took the opportunity to disarm you in one swift movement and knock you to the ground with a shallow punch to your gut knocking the wind out of you landing harshly against the sand. You could hear Jake calling your name as sparkles danced in your vision trying to catch your breath, only to be met with a fierce hand around your throat, the demon you’d now come to recognize straddling your waist, pinning you to the ground. Now you were face to face with him, you could truly see him. This wasn’t a clone, it was indeed your mate, back from the dead. You shivered under his touch as the control you had over your tears dissipated into nothing. Your lip began to tremble “Ma’Teyam..” you wheezed under the pressure on your throat, “Don’t call me that” he spat right back at you baring his fangs. You whimpered closing your eyes not wanting to believe the reality that was so plainly in front of you, “what did they do to you Nete?” You let out in silent sobs. He scoffed, causing you to open your eyes in disbelief at his reaction, “they did what none of you could. They saved me” he hissed adding more pressure to your throat, causing you to desperately claw at his hand in desperation as you began to feel yourself slipping away.

“NETEYAM!” Jake yelled from across the beach a choked plea, which earned a dark chuckle from Quaritch, “See.. I’m not a bad guy Sully. I’ll call him off if you surrender and come aboard willingly. You don’t have to loose another kid” he said with a tilt of his head, eyes focused on Jake watching for his next move. Jake gritted his teeth shaking his head lightly as he started to feel his own throat clench up, tears threatening to prickle his eyes, “Neteyam! Come on look at me boy, you don’t wanna do this.” He begged fighting for your life from the sidelines. Neteyam grunted trying to ignore the words of his father while your nails dig into his skin desperate to get air into your lungs. “Please Neteyam c’mon! If you do this, no matter what bullshit they are feeding you, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life! You have a choice!” Jake pleaded once more.

You whimpered up at the man above you, for a second you thought you witnessed a glimpse of conflicting thoughts played in his features, and as your vision began to blur you used whatever strength you had to reach your hand up to rest weakly on his cheek. For a moment Neteyam froze, the pressure on your throat weakening as he narrowed his eyes scanning your features, taking it all in and comparing it to past memories he had of you. He was going to stop, he was listening, you thought. From across the beach Jake, having given up with peaceful negotiating growled“fuck it” firing his gun at Quaritch landing a few serious shots. Quaritch fell back clutching a wound on his chest, the sound breaking Neteyam out of his trance, looking over his shoulder to witness the assault. Getting one last look at your strained face, Neteyam releases his grasp on you before bolting over to Quaritch, using the momentum to fall back and slide on his hip to get out of range and pull Quaritch behind cover, immediately putting pressure on his wound. Jake halted his fire rushing to your side perching your head against the crease of his arm as he lifted you into his lap, “I got you kiddo, I got you” he cooed aiming his gun with his free hand at his son and biggest enemy as a warning. Neteyam glared up at him, baring his teeth as he helped Quaritch to his feet, an arm slung around his shoulders “is the kid secure?” He asked Neteyam, eyes heavy from the loss of blood, “Yes sir, Spider is currently restrained on the ship”. Quaritch knodded in acknowledgment and with a wave of his hand motioned for them to fall back, with Neteyam immediately leading them back to the aircraft.

Jake ground his teeth together as he watched his eldest son leave with the enemy, his heart clenching at the sight. His brain raced with the question of how he would break the impossible news to his family later, but for now he focused back on you. As the aircraft took off, Jake tossed his weapon to the side, putting his ear to your chest to listen for a pulse. It was weak and your eyes slowly started to close, tears and dots both making your vision fuzzy. “No no no, come on kid stay with me. Don’t you dare go to sleep on me” he warned quickly adjusting your position to perform mouth to mouth resuscitation in order to get air into your lungs faster. With a handful of pumps to your chest and exchange of airflow, you soon released a strained cough as you let your lungs fill slowly with fresh air. Tears started to flow from your eyes once more as the realization began to hit all at once, “Shh shh I know baby girl, come on let’s get you out of here” Jake whispered in attempts to soothe your pain, carefully lifting you into his arms, making his way to the edge of the shore. You wouldn’t make it in water for too long, so with a high pitched “YIP” he summoned his ikran, who landed eagerly on the sand before you. Mounting with you laying against his chest, Jake swiftly made the bond and flew off the island to reunite with his family and the rest of the remaining metkayina. You weakly glanced down as you flew away from yet another home, watching the flames consume the marui below.

Taglist:

@tiredmamaissy

(Tagging you lovelies since you were part of post that started this, just lmk if you wanna be taken off it)👇

@neytris

@jakexneytiri

@jake-sullys-whore

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[luffypeach]

the design of the five elders is incredible

#love hate relationship #elder PLANETS #one piece 1110 #op 1110 #one piece spoilers #op spoilers #five elders #five elder planets #one piece #op #egghead #one piece egghead #egghead spoilers

[icespur]

Incorrect Quotes Akeshu #81

Akiren: Are we fighting or flirting? Akechi: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck- Akiren: Your point?

#persona 5 royal #persona 5 #incorrect quotes #persona 5 memes #persona 5 joker #persona 5 crow #akiren #akeshu #shuake #ren x akechi #ren amamiya #akira kusuru #goro akechi #what do you mean this isn't canon? #in a nutshell #enemies to lovers #love hate relationship

[arsont-t]

#bioshock #bioshock 2 #rapture #frank fontaine #andrew ryan #love hate relationship #they're both assholes #doodle

[maccachibchan]

Yep, Jax and Pomni really hate each other! They totally despise one another! And they most likely will not be in a relationship anytime soon! XD

#the amazing digital circus #tadc fanart #jax x pomni #pomni x jax #funnybunny #comic #love hate relationship #jax the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus caine #the amazing digital circus pomni #Even Caine doesn't understand what's going on #sarcasm

[addictedwritingg]

Hate Means Love Ch.4

Jenna Ortega x Male Character.

Summary: Jenna Ortega shares a house with her roommate's, one of them being a male she can't stand, in other words, hates. He loves to tease and feed her hatred just to watch her for his pleasure (wink wink).

Warnings: Cussing, angst, fighting, crying and that's about it, buckle in for this chapter folks!

Jenna's POV.

It's been 2 weeks since the first time Andre and I had sex, and we have been doing it every day, but the past week has been tricky since Devin and Trina are home from the little week get away and we haven't told them anything. Apart of me wishes I could get more from Andre then just constantly having sex. Don't get me wrong, it's amazing sex but to say I don't have feelings for this boy would be a lie, because I do. I've noticed he never kisses me when we are having sex, I've tried a few times, but he just moves his face from mine. My gut tells me he isn't looking for a relationship with me and just wants to have a friend with benefits situation, but a part of me wants more than that.

"Jenna, Girl get ready, the parties in an hour." Trina says tossing me my hair clip she borrowed. "Fuck." I mumble to myself and hurrying to my room to get ready because I completely forgot. I'm in my room in a bra and underwear digging in my closet trying to find something decent to wear when I hear my door shut and a pair of arms wrap around me from behind.

"Andre, not right now I'm not in the mood to be honest." I say turning around to look at him.

"What's wrong? did I do something?" He asks sitting on the edge of my bed.

I stood there for a moment, my mind racing a million miles a second, trying to think about what I should say, but instead my brain spits the words out for me.

"Why don't you kiss me?" I blurted out staring into his eyes that are giving out a shocked look.

He sat there looking at me for a moment before replying.

"Oh, I'm just not the kissing type of guy, its nothing against you Jen." He says with a faint smile, trying to reassure me.

I give him a smile, feeling a bit better about what he said, some people just aren't the kissing type of people, and I can understand that.

*Time skip*

Where at the party and it's been a blast so far, me and Trina have been taking shots back-to-back and goofing around playing beer pong, knowing damn well we are terrible. I toss the ball and miss, and Trina laughs out loud because we haven't made a single ball yet, As I'm laughing, I turn around and catch Andre over by the staircase kissing a girl I've never seen before. Instant anger and sadness fill me inside as tell Trina I'll be right back and make my way over to him. Without thinking, I tell the girl excuse me and step Infront of her. I shove Andre harshly and poke his chest. "Kissing's not really your fucking thing huh? You fucking asshole!" I yell as I continue shoving him up the stairs.

"Jenna, chill out, stop." He says grabbing my wrist and holding them so I can't push him anymore.

"Chill out? are you fucking serious, let the fuck go of me." I yank my wrist from his grip.

"You're not my girlfriend, you have no right to act like this, calm the fuck down, people are looking at us Jenna."

"Your right, I'm just your whore that you can come and fuck whenever you want, right? right, you piece of shit? don't ever fucking touch me or talk to me ever again!"

"You're not my whore, you're just someone I like having sex with, where adults, this is what adults do!" He yells back at me.

"Are you fucking serious? FUCK YOU!" I yell giving him one last good shove that knocks him against the stairs.

I walk out of the house hearing Andre calling my name from behind me, but I ignore it as I keep walking forward wanting to get home and lay in my bed. I hear a car pulling up next to me and hear Trina yelling my name telling me to get in the car which I do.

"How is Devin going to get home?" I ask shutting the car door, putting my seatbelt on.

"He's going to a girls house tonight, now are you going to tell me what the fuck I've missed the last 2 weeks with you and Andre?" She asks looking at me.

I try to hold my tears in, but it's no use. I start crying frantically because I'm so hurt from Andre.

"Andre and I have been hooking up, like every day the past 2 weeks, and It's gotten to the point where I have feelings for his stupid ass, so I asked him why he never kisses me and he Tell's me he just not a kissing person, which I get that, but then I catch him kissing some fucking girl and I just lost it." I say sobbing with tears streaming down my face.

"Okay that's a lot to unpack, you and Andre hooking up?! that is fucking wild." She says blowing everything else off

I give her a serious look with my sad eyes letting her know now is not the time.

"Fuck, sorry I had to get that off my chest."

Andre's POV.

"I didn't think she would get so upset dude, I thought we were just friends with benefits." I say to Devin as we are walking down the sidewalk about 20 minutes from home.

"Well now look at us, walking home and I was supposed to be going home with a girl, you're lucky your my friend." Devin jokes nudging my shoulder.

I let out a huge sigh and shove my hands in my pockets away from the cold night air. I can't help but feel bad inside for Jenna, but at the same time, we had no labels on us. I don't think I even want labels on us, I was just enjoying the sex with her, I didn't think she would get so attached.

"Bro, I'm walking with you for a reason, spit it out." Devin says snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I'm not going to be able to sleep with her anymore, I don't want her liking me more than what she already does, I feel bad for her, I feel like an asshole." I say exhaling looking over at him.

"Can I be honest with you bro?" Devin says stopping in his tracks and looking at me. I give him a nod telling him to say what he needs to say.

"Friends with benefits never stays friends with benefits bro, no one is out here having sex with the same person for 2 weeks without it turning into more, I mean unless your immune to feelings, but even I know you're not like that, you don't have any feelings for her? I mean the slightest bit?" He asks in a serious tone.

I didn't know how to answer the question, so the rest of the walk was silent, as Jenna was eating me up inside, but I really feel like she overreacted way too much. She's not my girlfriend, and I'm not her boyfriend, we were just friends fucking, and that's it. Maybe I do have feelings for her, feeling so bad for her, and constantly thinking about her.

Another 10 minutes go by, and we finally make it home and the house is quiet. I look over at Trina who is sitting out the couch and she mouths "asshole" too me and I roll my eyes at her and make my way to Jenna's door. I stand in front of it for a few to think about what I need to say before opening the door. I slowly open the door to a dark room with just enough moonlight coming in to see Jenna curled up in the bed and sniffling coming from her. I shut the door behind me and walk over to her but before I can reach the bed Jenna says.

"Get out, I told you I never want to talk to you again Andre." her voice is raspy and low from all the crying she's been doing, and it makes me feel worse.

"Jenna please, I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt this way, I really am sorry." She lays there not responding to what I said so I sit on the edge of her bed and look at her with a guilty look on my face.

"Please Jenna, at least talk to me, please." I place my hand on her leg, and she pushes my hand off her and uncovers her face from under her blanket, showing her stained face from her mascara and puffy eyes from endless crying.

"How Andre, how can you possibly fuck me for two weeks straight and not have any connection towards me, I mean you were legit spending most of your day, every day inside me, I mean fuck Andre." She says with even more tears streaming down her face.

"I don't know, honestly, I don't know how I can even answer that question, you're a beautiful girl, and I mean gorgeous. Attractive with everything you do and how you look, how you talk and when you laugh. But I'm not good for you, really. I grew up with a really rough life, I wasn't loved as a child, and now that I'm an adult, I don't know how to love others. I bounced around foster homes until I was 18, and at that point I was too old to be in foster care, I left and go into college and with the help of the state, I have no family Jenna, I don't know any better." I spill it all out to Jenna, tell her everything about me, something I never told anyone before, besides Devin because we have been best friends for years, but never a girl, never.

Jenna sits up with a different expression on her face, different from her one before, the one I caused in the first place.

"Andre, I'm sorry, I had no idea." She says placing her hand on top of mine.

"No, don't apologize, I'm the one in the wrong here, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm no good for you Jenna, you deserve someone who will love you the way you deserve, and that can't be me. I want nothing but what is the best for you, you deserve it. Goodnight Jenna." I give her hand a light squeeze before exiting her room and making my way into my room.

A/N: I'm sorry I'm ending it like this!! I have big plans for the story, New chapter coming very soon, so stay tuned, I love you all and thank you for all the support on this story, it means the world to me!!! :)

#jenna ortega #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x male reader #jenna ortega x you #love hate relationship #male reader #male character #angst #light angst #fluff

[xi-xi-chen]

from that one chapter in Drama Queens when it's a murder mystery.

#jayisque ao3 #dramaqueens #luxanna crownguard #jinx #jinx/lux #xi-doodles #lightcannon doodles #lightcannon #love hate relationship #ah haha